I looked up as Darien, the closest thing to a father I could ever remember, walked into the room.
"What's the matter, Gazze?" He sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes questioning.
"I had a dream, that frightened me," I explained.
"I see, you look pretty nervous."
I hesitated, unsure whether or not he wanted me to continue. "There was a lady," I began, " whose skin melted off her face like wax. And there were two other people, they seemed to be related to me, or I knew them at least. I wanted to turn to them when the ugly woman attacked me, but when I tried to, they turned away, the pretty woman was crying. Then the ugly woman pounced on my and stabbed me with her fingernail."
Darien nodded and looked down. "Well," he said, "that is…odd."
"I'll just go back to sleep then, good night," I murmured as I snuggled under the covers. Darien nodded and stared away, thinking, in that cute way he does. He walked out of the room and I laid awake, listening to his footsteps recede down the hall.
I woke up early the next morning, earlier than usual. You see, I like to watch the sunrise over the city. It's so beautiful. But that morning, I woke long before the sun, even before Darien, so I thought.
I walked down the stairs into the kitchen to get my usual cup of black coffee. When I got there, I found my assumption about Darien to be incorrect. The pretty woman from my dream was there. She turned to face me and her breath caught in her throat. A tear glistened in her eye and she started to walk towards me.
Then she shook her head, as if to clear away a thought, and turned back to Darien. For a second, I couldn't tell what she was doing, but then it hit me. She was stealing his pure heart!
Suddenly, my friend Mina's white cat, Artimis, bounded in.
"Yell Veyl Star Power!" He shouted at me. I obeyed and there was a blinding flash of light as black flames surrounded me. I fell to the ground and found myself in a orchid and burgundy Sailor Senshi outfit.
"Holy Cow!" I looked down at my get-up, "What do I do now?" I screamed at Artimis. Before the white cat could reply, Sailor Moon burst into the room. She gasped in surprise when she saw me as a Sailor Senshi.
"So you're the tenth," She muttered.
"Yes, I believe she is." Luna, Serena's black cat and Artimis' mate, confirmed.
"Tenth what?!" I asked, already thoroughly confused with the whole situation.
"You're the tenth Sailor Scout." Luna explained.
"You're going to bring balance to the inner and outer scouts." Added Artimis.
"Okay," my voice quivered with nerves, "so what do I do?"
"Yell something." Serena quipped.
I closed my eyes and thought for a few moments. "Gem Stone Psychedelic Wave!" I screamed with all my might and put my fingers in front of my face in a peace sign. I beam of coloured light burst forth from the gem in my tiara. The pretty woman fell back, paused for a moment, and then got up and ran away.
I stared after her for a few seconds, until Darien started to come around. I rushed over to him.
"Darien!" I began to change into my normal self as I ran, "Who was that?! She looked like the lady from my dream!"
"That," Luna informed me, "was Zoicite."
"So that's her name," I murmured.
"OOO, you have dreams about her, that's prob'ly bad!" Serena shivered.
"Stop it!" Artimis ordered, "There's a perfectly good explanation for all of this."
"There is?!" Serena and I said in unison.
"Of course there is," Darien sat up and rubbed his head, "I'll explain all this later," He looked up at Serena and smiled, "Thank you Sailor Moon," Serena nodded and walked out of the room, for once being semi-mature, with Luna and Artimis on her heels, "And you, Gazze, need to get to school."
"Oh, yeah," I climbed up the stairs to my room and put on my school uniform, just then realizing that I hadn't had any coffee. I grabbed my book bag and rushed out the door, saying something about getting something on the way to school.
On the way, I saw Hitaru. By all logic, we should have been the best of friends, or at least friends somewhat, I was lonely and she was new. She didn't seem to want any friends though. She was quiet and quite introverted. She was also rather strange.
I had heard people whispering about her habits, what she wore, her family; everything about her was seemingly odd. She always wore long sleeves and tights, no matter how hot it was. She never wore make-up or did her hair or even wore jewelry. She was Professor Tomoe's daughter, but, according to the other girls, he wasn't very loving. She was taken care of by a woman named Keiori, who watched over her unnaturally overprotectively, as if her life depended on it.
I wouldn't have minded being her friend. My own best friend had died in a motorcycle accident the year before and no one else wanted to be friends with a silver haired freak.
I remember when I was told that it was my hair everyone hated me for. It was in third grade, I must have thought I was the prettiest thing on earth. I wore my waist long hair in tons of different styles. Then, one day, a few whispered words, and my world was shattered. I was devastated to do it, but the hair had to go.
I prob'ly spent half of my Momo-Chan's (I just LOVE that pet name for him) paycheck on hair dyes of every colour, except black. If I had to dye my hair, it would NOT be black.
I really wanted blonde hair, bright yellow, like Mina's. But alas, I would get no yellow locks; all the dyes washed out. They, the next logical step was to cut it off, maybe if it wasn't so long, it wouldn't be so offensive. Of course, Lita, Haruka, Michuru, and Setsuna ALL had to come over and see this wonder, although Michuru would be the only one doing the cutting. But, the cutting to, was of no avail, my hair simply wouldn't cut! I know I sound insane, but it's true.
So I was stuck with long, silver hair, like some half-human-half-water nymph. I tried to make the best of it though. I pulled my hair back and brushed it, but otherwise, I tried to ignore it, childishly hoping that it would just go away. Obviously, it didn't and I was miserable. Until, on the last day of school, a new girl appeared in the doorway of our class room. She had light blue-green hair that was tied in two braids that went down to her shoulders. She was wearing the normal school uniform, but there was a light red sash tied round her waist. Her name was Surka.
She didn't seem to mind that my hair was and odd shade of silver, or that I was terrible in gym class, or that I would rather be writing or singing than running about with a bunch of people. And I didn't mind that she raced motorcycles like a boy, another of my few friends, Haruka, did the same, and I didn't mind that she was a sprinter and couldn't run very far, or that her parents lived a million miles away and only sent her money when she absolutely needed it, and sometimes not even then, or that she cursed, or that she often got in trouble, or even that she constantly talked about death. We just accepted eachother for what we were and didn't try to change anything.
But she was gone and I could do nothing about it. 'Cept mourn and withdraw myself from everyone. Well, almost everyone, for a long time, the only people who could get a word out of me were Haruka and Darien…
But enough sad things, I'd better get back to the story. So I got to school as the late bell was ringing and ran into my first hour class. English, my favourite, was first, then math, which I hated then and still do, then History, which bored me terribly and I really disliked it, then gym class. I HATE gym class, I'm terrible at it and I really don't like sports or anything that had to do with gym at all. Then, finally, some time to myself, lunch. I was sitting outside, eating my lunch, when Haruka walked up. She sat down beside me on the ledge.
"I talked to Darien," She began, "about what you did, to save him."
"Mm…" I looked up and met her eyes, "Who was that, I mean, I know her name, but I want to know more about her."
"Ah, Darien wanted to tell you and he can much better. I was only a girl when the whole thing happened."
"Fine then," I smiled, "How many classes are you missing to do this?"
"Uhm, can I plead the fifth?"
"Yeah, you don't REALLY learn anything in chemistry, right?"
Haruka turned a deep shade of red, "How'd you know?"
"I have my sources."
"Okay then, whelp. I'd better go." The older girl stood up to leave and set her hand on my head, she stood there for a moment, seemingly thinking. "Good bye then." Haruka turned round and walked off, leaving me alone with my thoughts. But, being alone is bad for your mental health, so I went back in rather quickly. I spent the rest of the day in a state of deep thought, although going through the movements of the day, I wasn't really there.
I moment the final bell rang, I ran out the door of the school and all the way home.
"What's the matter, Gazze?" He sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes questioning.
"I had a dream, that frightened me," I explained.
"I see, you look pretty nervous."
I hesitated, unsure whether or not he wanted me to continue. "There was a lady," I began, " whose skin melted off her face like wax. And there were two other people, they seemed to be related to me, or I knew them at least. I wanted to turn to them when the ugly woman attacked me, but when I tried to, they turned away, the pretty woman was crying. Then the ugly woman pounced on my and stabbed me with her fingernail."
Darien nodded and looked down. "Well," he said, "that is…odd."
"I'll just go back to sleep then, good night," I murmured as I snuggled under the covers. Darien nodded and stared away, thinking, in that cute way he does. He walked out of the room and I laid awake, listening to his footsteps recede down the hall.
I woke up early the next morning, earlier than usual. You see, I like to watch the sunrise over the city. It's so beautiful. But that morning, I woke long before the sun, even before Darien, so I thought.
I walked down the stairs into the kitchen to get my usual cup of black coffee. When I got there, I found my assumption about Darien to be incorrect. The pretty woman from my dream was there. She turned to face me and her breath caught in her throat. A tear glistened in her eye and she started to walk towards me.
Then she shook her head, as if to clear away a thought, and turned back to Darien. For a second, I couldn't tell what she was doing, but then it hit me. She was stealing his pure heart!
Suddenly, my friend Mina's white cat, Artimis, bounded in.
"Yell Veyl Star Power!" He shouted at me. I obeyed and there was a blinding flash of light as black flames surrounded me. I fell to the ground and found myself in a orchid and burgundy Sailor Senshi outfit.
"Holy Cow!" I looked down at my get-up, "What do I do now?" I screamed at Artimis. Before the white cat could reply, Sailor Moon burst into the room. She gasped in surprise when she saw me as a Sailor Senshi.
"So you're the tenth," She muttered.
"Yes, I believe she is." Luna, Serena's black cat and Artimis' mate, confirmed.
"Tenth what?!" I asked, already thoroughly confused with the whole situation.
"You're the tenth Sailor Scout." Luna explained.
"You're going to bring balance to the inner and outer scouts." Added Artimis.
"Okay," my voice quivered with nerves, "so what do I do?"
"Yell something." Serena quipped.
I closed my eyes and thought for a few moments. "Gem Stone Psychedelic Wave!" I screamed with all my might and put my fingers in front of my face in a peace sign. I beam of coloured light burst forth from the gem in my tiara. The pretty woman fell back, paused for a moment, and then got up and ran away.
I stared after her for a few seconds, until Darien started to come around. I rushed over to him.
"Darien!" I began to change into my normal self as I ran, "Who was that?! She looked like the lady from my dream!"
"That," Luna informed me, "was Zoicite."
"So that's her name," I murmured.
"OOO, you have dreams about her, that's prob'ly bad!" Serena shivered.
"Stop it!" Artimis ordered, "There's a perfectly good explanation for all of this."
"There is?!" Serena and I said in unison.
"Of course there is," Darien sat up and rubbed his head, "I'll explain all this later," He looked up at Serena and smiled, "Thank you Sailor Moon," Serena nodded and walked out of the room, for once being semi-mature, with Luna and Artimis on her heels, "And you, Gazze, need to get to school."
"Oh, yeah," I climbed up the stairs to my room and put on my school uniform, just then realizing that I hadn't had any coffee. I grabbed my book bag and rushed out the door, saying something about getting something on the way to school.
On the way, I saw Hitaru. By all logic, we should have been the best of friends, or at least friends somewhat, I was lonely and she was new. She didn't seem to want any friends though. She was quiet and quite introverted. She was also rather strange.
I had heard people whispering about her habits, what she wore, her family; everything about her was seemingly odd. She always wore long sleeves and tights, no matter how hot it was. She never wore make-up or did her hair or even wore jewelry. She was Professor Tomoe's daughter, but, according to the other girls, he wasn't very loving. She was taken care of by a woman named Keiori, who watched over her unnaturally overprotectively, as if her life depended on it.
I wouldn't have minded being her friend. My own best friend had died in a motorcycle accident the year before and no one else wanted to be friends with a silver haired freak.
I remember when I was told that it was my hair everyone hated me for. It was in third grade, I must have thought I was the prettiest thing on earth. I wore my waist long hair in tons of different styles. Then, one day, a few whispered words, and my world was shattered. I was devastated to do it, but the hair had to go.
I prob'ly spent half of my Momo-Chan's (I just LOVE that pet name for him) paycheck on hair dyes of every colour, except black. If I had to dye my hair, it would NOT be black.
I really wanted blonde hair, bright yellow, like Mina's. But alas, I would get no yellow locks; all the dyes washed out. They, the next logical step was to cut it off, maybe if it wasn't so long, it wouldn't be so offensive. Of course, Lita, Haruka, Michuru, and Setsuna ALL had to come over and see this wonder, although Michuru would be the only one doing the cutting. But, the cutting to, was of no avail, my hair simply wouldn't cut! I know I sound insane, but it's true.
So I was stuck with long, silver hair, like some half-human-half-water nymph. I tried to make the best of it though. I pulled my hair back and brushed it, but otherwise, I tried to ignore it, childishly hoping that it would just go away. Obviously, it didn't and I was miserable. Until, on the last day of school, a new girl appeared in the doorway of our class room. She had light blue-green hair that was tied in two braids that went down to her shoulders. She was wearing the normal school uniform, but there was a light red sash tied round her waist. Her name was Surka.
She didn't seem to mind that my hair was and odd shade of silver, or that I was terrible in gym class, or that I would rather be writing or singing than running about with a bunch of people. And I didn't mind that she raced motorcycles like a boy, another of my few friends, Haruka, did the same, and I didn't mind that she was a sprinter and couldn't run very far, or that her parents lived a million miles away and only sent her money when she absolutely needed it, and sometimes not even then, or that she cursed, or that she often got in trouble, or even that she constantly talked about death. We just accepted eachother for what we were and didn't try to change anything.
But she was gone and I could do nothing about it. 'Cept mourn and withdraw myself from everyone. Well, almost everyone, for a long time, the only people who could get a word out of me were Haruka and Darien…
But enough sad things, I'd better get back to the story. So I got to school as the late bell was ringing and ran into my first hour class. English, my favourite, was first, then math, which I hated then and still do, then History, which bored me terribly and I really disliked it, then gym class. I HATE gym class, I'm terrible at it and I really don't like sports or anything that had to do with gym at all. Then, finally, some time to myself, lunch. I was sitting outside, eating my lunch, when Haruka walked up. She sat down beside me on the ledge.
"I talked to Darien," She began, "about what you did, to save him."
"Mm…" I looked up and met her eyes, "Who was that, I mean, I know her name, but I want to know more about her."
"Ah, Darien wanted to tell you and he can much better. I was only a girl when the whole thing happened."
"Fine then," I smiled, "How many classes are you missing to do this?"
"Uhm, can I plead the fifth?"
"Yeah, you don't REALLY learn anything in chemistry, right?"
Haruka turned a deep shade of red, "How'd you know?"
"I have my sources."
"Okay then, whelp. I'd better go." The older girl stood up to leave and set her hand on my head, she stood there for a moment, seemingly thinking. "Good bye then." Haruka turned round and walked off, leaving me alone with my thoughts. But, being alone is bad for your mental health, so I went back in rather quickly. I spent the rest of the day in a state of deep thought, although going through the movements of the day, I wasn't really there.
I moment the final bell rang, I ran out the door of the school and all the way home.