… I'm feeling rather inspired. Why else would this 'Sailor Moon' fic occur? ::Laughs:: No offense toward the true, hard core moonies out there… I was a moonie myself. Until, of course, I got into HP… Now I'm not into as many het couples as before. Weird, huh?
Dedication- To Jess-chan: You're keeping me sane! I really hope you're having fun in the Philippines! Shit, it's so frickin' hot up in there…
Disclaimer- Ain't I diverse? AWTR, HP, and PSSM… Hmmm… Sailor Moon STILL doesn't belong to me but to the great Naoko Takeuchi (hah, I still remembered her name! Cough up the dough, Second Guy ::Second Guy relunctantly hands her $500::)
Title- Would you love me?
Author- Mystic Rose
Rating- PG-13
Pairings- Uhhh, guess it'll be Usagi/Mamoru since that was my specialty before I turned into a Witch ^_~
Season- None in particular
Teaser- Poetry from Mamoru's POV. This is really gonna suck…
Chapters- 1
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Quote of the Day:
"What is popular is not always right, what is right is not always popular.' I read that somewheres…
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Foolish
Why did I do something as moronic as I did?
Saying your hair was childish was a fib
Poking fun at your grades wasn't right
So now all we do is bicker and fight
Would you believe me if I said I was enthralled?
That I regret that we never got involved?
You would laugh in my face or stare in shock
Thinking that my declaration was simply a mock
So you'd probably redden, teeth clenching, hands curved in a ball
And turn away angrily, not noticing my heart fall
Leave Me
I watch as the sun hits your sunflower hair
Knowing that our fights are never fair
I never meant to hurt you, yet I triumph in the end
And watch silently, as you run round the bend
Beautify the World
I watch mutely as you give a child your token
Though you two have never even spoken
His eyes widen in glee, surprise shimmering in his voice
As he sprouts out his thank you's, then plays a game of his choice
You smile slightly, watching him run off
And walk out of there slowly, voice still soft
As you tell me 'good-bye' and leave the shop
Though sometimes I wonder
It is forever?
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… That was totally lame. Excuse me while I hide in the background in my uttermost shame.