AN: Okay, here's the deal. I don't know where this is going and I really
don't care. This is a piece made purely to release tension brought on by
outside influences. I hope it you either enjoy it or hate it. This is
supposed to be pre Sailor Moon so there's no mention of senshi or Mamo-baka
or Luna. There is however an insinuation of Usagi's future in this fic. The
following is my plot, stealing it will result in a massive electronic
migraine sent via email and a lawsuit!
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon, don't sue!!!!!!
The Song
At midnight, most people are asleep, or about to go to sleep. But this girl never really qualified as most people. She was accepted, but different; she was innocent, but by no means naïve. She sat in bed gazing at her moon and bunny infested room, wondering why no one understood her.
Sure, there were a lot of people who liked her, and some of them even loved her, but not one of those people truly understood her.
She was used to being misunderstood, since she had always misunderstood… even when she was a little girl, no one could understand her need to do or say odd things. And the things she would do and say were never the same, as she was always changing. There was, however, one constant about her that stayed the same throughout her life.
She was always staring out into space, almost as if she were looking for something. This was one of her problems. She was constantly being berated and receiving lectures for keeping her head in the clouds, instead of on the ground where they felt it belonged.
She couldn't help but stare into space… she felt as if there was a song all around her, one that she constantly heard. The oddest thing about the song was that it was always different. Sometimes the song would be really low, almost not there, and than other times the music would become so loud that it drowned out everything else, becoming all that she could hear.
This always happened at the worst possible moments: like at school while she was trying to listen to her teachers, or at home when she actually took the time to do her homework. There were times when she just wished the song would go away, but she couldn't turn it off… the music kept on playing regardless of what she did. But the melody always changed; sometimes it was happy and joyful like a parade or a party. Other times it was sad and mournful, as a funeral march, morbid even. Night was the only time it was the same, for at night the song was like a lullaby from a dream long forgotten, trying to put her to sleep or comfort her like nothing else could ever do.
She shook her head to clear her thoughts. At this rate she was going to get even less sleep than last night. Nobody knew about her late night thoughts... most people thought she couldn't chew gum and walk at the same time much less have an intelligible thought. She wasn't stupid, she just couldn't focus. After all, how could any one focus when all around you the most entrancing and mysterious music is playing?
She had tried more than once to explain to her parents why she couldn't concentrate, but they sent her to a psychologist. The man was a patronizing, condescending fool, who couldn't understand her. And worse yet, he didn't want to understand her. He had tried to convince her that the music was all in her head, but she knew that wasn't the case. Even at such a young age she knew that it wasn't her imagination, so she lied. She told the pompous psychologist and her parents that the music had stopped, and that everything was fine.
But the music never stopped.
It got quiet but it never stopped.
She sighed softly and looked at her bunny shaped alarm clock that resembled all the other bunnies in her room and saw 3:29 blazing back at her. She turned away from the clock and gazed out her window, her crystal blue eyes searched for a sign of the full moon. She was only met with the sight of clouds. She sighed in disappointment before she closed her soulful eyes, and instead opened her ears and heart to listen. Usagi didn't see the clouds part or the light as it surrounded her, which made her glow in an ethereal light. All she knew was the music and the emotion that was expressed.
Tonight the music was sad and kind of mournful, but comforted her nonetheless
Sometimes, Usagi felt the music was alive, an entity that responded to her moods and played to sooth or excite her accordingly. Sometimes she wished the music would go, but than she realized that if it did, she'd miss it. As if in a trance her head fell to the pillow, her eyes closed and her breathing became shallow and even with sleep. Once asleep she began to dream of a life different from the one she lived now. A life where every night she looked up to enjoy the view of Earth nightly. A life where she was loved for being herself, flaws and all… where the music was a blessing instead of a curse to hear.
While she slept, light from the full moon shined through the sheer curtains and into Usagi's room. The light grew brighter but that did not disturb the sleeping girl, who laid content in her dreams while the light continued to grow brighter and brighter. Eventually the light fully illuminated the room, and a form shone through, a female figure. The woman bent down to caress Usagi's face with her hand, and Usagi unconsciously leaned into her palm with a happy sigh. The figure then laid a soft kiss on her forehead and watched as a crescent moon, and a nine pointed star, flicked briefly on Usagi's forehead. The figure looked on with a wistful smile and gently removed her hand. Usagi turned in her sleep and the figure's body reverted to the beams of light it previously was. The light calmly touched the spot where the signs flared before retreating out of the bedroom to leave things undisturbed, as if the figure had never appeared.
Usagi shivered as she slept on, missing the warmth of the woman's hand. She pulled the covers up to her chin for more warmth and security.
AN: This is another fic that I've had on my computer for a little while and I just now got around to finishing it. There will be another chapter to this I plan on doing one for each season. I really want to do one in SMS because I want explore the relationship potential of the outers using this plot. I hope you enjoy the fic and I really hope you either review or email me with your comments.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon, don't sue!!!!!!
The Song
At midnight, most people are asleep, or about to go to sleep. But this girl never really qualified as most people. She was accepted, but different; she was innocent, but by no means naïve. She sat in bed gazing at her moon and bunny infested room, wondering why no one understood her.
Sure, there were a lot of people who liked her, and some of them even loved her, but not one of those people truly understood her.
She was used to being misunderstood, since she had always misunderstood… even when she was a little girl, no one could understand her need to do or say odd things. And the things she would do and say were never the same, as she was always changing. There was, however, one constant about her that stayed the same throughout her life.
She was always staring out into space, almost as if she were looking for something. This was one of her problems. She was constantly being berated and receiving lectures for keeping her head in the clouds, instead of on the ground where they felt it belonged.
She couldn't help but stare into space… she felt as if there was a song all around her, one that she constantly heard. The oddest thing about the song was that it was always different. Sometimes the song would be really low, almost not there, and than other times the music would become so loud that it drowned out everything else, becoming all that she could hear.
This always happened at the worst possible moments: like at school while she was trying to listen to her teachers, or at home when she actually took the time to do her homework. There were times when she just wished the song would go away, but she couldn't turn it off… the music kept on playing regardless of what she did. But the melody always changed; sometimes it was happy and joyful like a parade or a party. Other times it was sad and mournful, as a funeral march, morbid even. Night was the only time it was the same, for at night the song was like a lullaby from a dream long forgotten, trying to put her to sleep or comfort her like nothing else could ever do.
She shook her head to clear her thoughts. At this rate she was going to get even less sleep than last night. Nobody knew about her late night thoughts... most people thought she couldn't chew gum and walk at the same time much less have an intelligible thought. She wasn't stupid, she just couldn't focus. After all, how could any one focus when all around you the most entrancing and mysterious music is playing?
She had tried more than once to explain to her parents why she couldn't concentrate, but they sent her to a psychologist. The man was a patronizing, condescending fool, who couldn't understand her. And worse yet, he didn't want to understand her. He had tried to convince her that the music was all in her head, but she knew that wasn't the case. Even at such a young age she knew that it wasn't her imagination, so she lied. She told the pompous psychologist and her parents that the music had stopped, and that everything was fine.
But the music never stopped.
It got quiet but it never stopped.
She sighed softly and looked at her bunny shaped alarm clock that resembled all the other bunnies in her room and saw 3:29 blazing back at her. She turned away from the clock and gazed out her window, her crystal blue eyes searched for a sign of the full moon. She was only met with the sight of clouds. She sighed in disappointment before she closed her soulful eyes, and instead opened her ears and heart to listen. Usagi didn't see the clouds part or the light as it surrounded her, which made her glow in an ethereal light. All she knew was the music and the emotion that was expressed.
Tonight the music was sad and kind of mournful, but comforted her nonetheless
Sometimes, Usagi felt the music was alive, an entity that responded to her moods and played to sooth or excite her accordingly. Sometimes she wished the music would go, but than she realized that if it did, she'd miss it. As if in a trance her head fell to the pillow, her eyes closed and her breathing became shallow and even with sleep. Once asleep she began to dream of a life different from the one she lived now. A life where every night she looked up to enjoy the view of Earth nightly. A life where she was loved for being herself, flaws and all… where the music was a blessing instead of a curse to hear.
While she slept, light from the full moon shined through the sheer curtains and into Usagi's room. The light grew brighter but that did not disturb the sleeping girl, who laid content in her dreams while the light continued to grow brighter and brighter. Eventually the light fully illuminated the room, and a form shone through, a female figure. The woman bent down to caress Usagi's face with her hand, and Usagi unconsciously leaned into her palm with a happy sigh. The figure then laid a soft kiss on her forehead and watched as a crescent moon, and a nine pointed star, flicked briefly on Usagi's forehead. The figure looked on with a wistful smile and gently removed her hand. Usagi turned in her sleep and the figure's body reverted to the beams of light it previously was. The light calmly touched the spot where the signs flared before retreating out of the bedroom to leave things undisturbed, as if the figure had never appeared.
Usagi shivered as she slept on, missing the warmth of the woman's hand. She pulled the covers up to her chin for more warmth and security.
AN: This is another fic that I've had on my computer for a little while and I just now got around to finishing it. There will be another chapter to this I plan on doing one for each season. I really want to do one in SMS because I want explore the relationship potential of the outers using this plot. I hope you enjoy the fic and I really hope you either review or email me with your comments.