Hello,
and welcome back...sorta.
Just
so you know, 'The Weaver of Dreams' is a continuation to another
fic I wrote called 'The Bloom of the Mountain Cherry'. I've tried to write "Weaver
of Dreams" so that you can read this, without having read "Bloom". Things are explained, but
it really would be better if you read "Bloom" first... It introduces a
character named 'Kami' and this takes "Bloom" a bit further. I've
tried to stay true to the 'tone' of "Bloom" but "Weaver of
Dreams"
is a bit more on the adventurous side. You will probably be able to tell that
after reading the prologue. (It's still a drama, but there's a
little action in this one.) There are four chapters, as well as prologue and
epilogue.
That
said, Sailormoon does not belong to me. It would be cool, but it doesn't.
It belongs to Naoko-hime, who has spawned all this fanfiction....so, read on,
and see what you think.
-Queen
fic
complete: 3/14/01
The Weaver of Dreams
Prologue-
The
world of the dream was a strange one, and the sensation of floating through
space and time, one of tranquility. The dreaming girls' thoughts were at
peace, and the world she walked through one of starlit skies, scented in
lavender. If she turned her head quickly enough, she could see the faint
silhouette of a man beside her, and if she closed her eyes, feel his hand in
hers. Even though she dreamed, she felt herself blush, both in happiness and
uncertainty. And as it was in the world of dreams, the valley they walked
though became unnatural, the grasses fading into tiled hallways. But then, her
companion vanished, and the girl felt concern, which swiftly became fear. The
stars became black, and the quiet sounds of the wind on the grass became
silence. The rolling hills warped and twisted, curling into glinting sapphire
mirrors, which circled her from all sides, showing her reflections of herself,
some young, some old, some sad, some happy. But in one mirror, the one she
hesitated to face, a different reflection shone. Instead of the short azure
hair she was accustomed to, it was long and blonde, bound up in two buns, the
length of her hair trailing to the floor, yet not quite brushing it.
The
dreamer touched the hair with confusion, then the school uniform she wore, the
intricate brooch on the bow. The reflection imitated her, until it smiled
suddenly, ceasing to copy her actions. Instead, the mirror stretched outward,
as the shadow within pressed a hand against it, pushing her way forward with a
smile.
"Usagi-chan?"
The
reflection continued to smile, approaching her friend, who backed away, but not
quickly enough. A hand reached out, wrapping itself around the dreamer's
neck, and though she tried, the girl who dreamed could not break free of the
hold, as air faded from her world.
It
was with a grateful gasp that Ami awoke, clutching her covers to her chin,
struggling to breathe in the air that was present in her room. She pressed a
hand to her neck. There were no fingermarks. No prints to show that her throat
had recently been crushed. She blinked once, the leapt from the bed, running
through the darkly shadowed apartment. Her arm shot out, fingers encompassing
the phone, even as it began to ring. Startled, she fumbled with it, finally
hitting the 'on' button. "Usagi-chan?"
There
was a pause, then another voice. "Ami-chan?"
"Rei...Rei-chan?"
"You
saw it too?"
"Hai."
There
really was no need to say what 'it' was. They each reacted in equal
ways, Ami thinking the phone was Usagi, Rei already calling the senshi. Rei
continued, "I just tried Usagi-chan's house...the line was
busy...."
"Mamoru?"
"I
think so."
"Have
you tried-"
"No,
next."
"I'm
on my way."
"Un.
Five minutes."
There
was a sharp click as Ami heard Rei set her phone down, next to her bed. Ami
cast a glance around the room, eyes sneaking to her mother's open door.
Dr. Mizuno was back on the late shift this week, having had her day shift the
week preceding. Into the cloaking darkness, she lifted her hand.
"Mercury
Crystal Power! Make-up!"
The cool, yet somehow warm feeling of water coursed both around and through her, familiar yet startling as it was each time. When her feet hit the floor again, she took a deep breath, cleansing her lungs. Then she headed out of the apartment. Their Princess needed her soldiers.