When the Moon Turns Black
Koneko-chan
This story is in "first person", and I'll
let you figure out who's telling the story. Mamoru is somewhere... he'll be anywhere you want him to be, just not in
Tokyo, or anywhere near the Senshi. (Now don't get me wrong, I don't hate Mamoru, but if he was in
this fic, it would kinda ruin it… ^ ^; Sorry all you Mamoru-lovers!) Lastly, I don't know when this takes place,
but it really doesn't matter!
DISCLAIMER: Sailor Moon, Sailor Senshi and all Senshi-related terms, names, etc. are
associated with the series, and are copyrighted by Naoko Takeuchi and
Kodansha.
Okay... here's a little something to get you on the
run...
When the moon turns black,
it's time to run in fear.
Hide if you can, hide if you
must.
But she will see you.
Mistress Moon will see you.
(I know, I know... really corny.)
The Different Me
Chapter 1
I held my head as I silently shrieked in pain. I laid on my bed, waiting for my headache to
go away. This was the fifth time that
week. Why are these headaches
coming? I figured out it was
probably from all the stress that lay on my shoulders. If not, I was going insane. That was the next best reason.
My headaches continued on for two weeks. By now, I noticed my moods had changed. I was not the "cheerful" person I
had used to be. I was not the person
who would snap at their friends or just innocent by-standers, but there I was,
pushing people around. People who were
totally innocent. I'm sure Rei-chan,
and Ami-chan had noticed. That day, the
gang and I went to the ice cream parlor. Minako-chan ordered a chocolate ice cream, Rei and Mako-chan ordered
mint chip, and Michiru, Haruka, and Ami ordered a yogurt. You would expect me to be waiting
anxiously for my turn, but instead, I was sitting at a table.
"Usagi-chan? Aren't you going to buy an ice cream,
too?" Minako-chan asked me.
"Nah. I don't feel like one today." Michiru-san and Ami-chan quickly aimed a hand for my forehead, as I looked at them
curiously.
"Hmmmm. She doesn't seem to have a fever." Ami-chan concluded.
"Maybe,
Usagi-chan's suffering from a mental breakdown!" Haruka teased. But,
everyone could see she was clearly worried.
So, the "fun" day at the ice cream parlor
turned into a mob of "wannabe" doctors. I was practically buried alive with questions like: "do you
feel okay?" and "do you want to go to the hospital?" What was the big deal? So I didn't want an ice cream! Was it was such a big crime to not want ice
cream?
I tied to sneak out of the parlor, but a Haruka's
strong grip held me in place. I turned
around, showing no fear.
"Let
me go." I said, in a tone that I
didn't even recognize. "I said, let
me go." When that didn't work,
I thought a piece of mind would make them understand. "Look, I have a lot of living to do, and I don't have time
to be bothered with ANY of you." With that, I gave my arm a good tug, and marched out the door.
I could hear them as I silently walked out on the sidewalk. I could only make out one sentence: "What was that all about?" But I didn't care. None of them mattered. In fact, nothing mattered.
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This story is turning out a little bit more strangely than I thought… ^ ^; but oh well. It happens, right? (hehe) Well, please review. And if you hate it, please say it tactfully.