A PlaceTo Call Home
Part One
By Bonnie-chan
Email: hunniebunny@aol.com
Web page: http://www.sailormoonrose.mirrorz.com
Today is September4, 2001
DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately, Sailor Moon does not belong to me…a fact that has made mecry several times. However, this storyDOES belong to me…and so do all of the characters that I made up! (Trust me, you'll know who they are!!!)
I really wantto thank Zan-chan, my editor for this story….I owe you SO much, you have NO idea!! Without you, I'd probably still be sitting here fretting over my story not being good enough!!!
I'd also liketo thank Siggy for all of her support…it's because of you this is out now instead of in a few weeks ya know…you made me get up off my lazy butt and clean this up to make it presentable…now you'd better keep up your end of the deal and get the next part of your story out this week!!! (and if any of you want to read her story, just go to my web page! I made a special page just for her!)
Nikki-chan…you are amazing, thanks for helping me get my page together and making my banner,button, etc…you're amazing, and I have that page waiting for you as soon as you're ready to post!!
I'd also like to thank Steph, because she managed to figure out why my page wouldn't post and fix the problem! Thanks so much, I owe ya big time!
And check out my web page to see the page I made for Chelle! She's an awesome writer that I've recently begun beta-ing for (is that even a word?)…You have to check out her story "Motoki Finds Out"….it'sabsolutely ADORABLE! I love it!!
Thanks to all of you for your dedication, love and support! You're all the greatest, and I love you to pieces!
Questions, comments? Email me here: hunniebunny@aol.com…and whether you liked it or hated it, could you pretty please send me feedback? I'm majoring in writing, and any type of feedback helps! Constructive criticism,a note telling me it was good, or even bad..whatever! I'd really appreciate it!
Oh, and if you want to be the first to know when I'm going to post the next part of my story, subscribe to my list here:
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Now, on with the story!
A PlaceTo Call Home
Part One
Your parents are dead.
Dead.
Dead.
The young boy looked up at the grim doctor standing before him with watery blue eyes for what seemed like an eternity with pain-filled eyes that were never meant to be bestowed on an innocent six-year old before sealing them tightly, blocking the world from view, but not the harsh words which continued to tear their way into his soul.
Dead.
Dead.
His parents had just died in a car accident, yet Chiba Mamoru could not properly mourn their untimely demise, for he could not even remember what his parents looked like. Sure, the news was devastating and made him cry, but at the same time he couldn't help but feel hollow inside. Chiba Mamoru may have been the accident's soul survivor, yet the memories of his past had died with his parents, for Chiba Mamoru had acute amnesia.
*****
"Come play dodge ball with us, Mamoru!"
A gangly boy with ebony hair that drooped into his cerulean eyes glanced up at the stocky, red-haired boy standing before him with vacant eyes.
"I can't, Matsumi, I'm sorry."
"What's more important than dodge ball, Mamoru?" His lip curled derisively as he stared down at the book lying in his peer's lap. "You're studying again?"
"If I don't study, I'll go insane."
"But it's so boring!"
"It keeps my mind off of things."
"Like what?"
"Life."
"The orphanage isn't such a bad place, Mamoru. You've been here a whole year now, and you've never given it, or us, a chance!"
"How can I give a chance to a place devoid of love, of warmth, of cheer and happiness?"
"You get used to it. If you don't, it will break you in the end."
Mamoru looked solemnly up at the older boy standing before him. "Maybe it already has."
*****
You've been with us for six years now, Mamoru, and you've been in and out of as many foster homes." A tall woman with chocolate brown hair twisted into an elegant bun stopped pacing in front of her desk and turned to face the sulking boy slouched in her chair. "You need to open up to people, Mamoru, show them who you are inside. You can't stay closed up forever." Her eyes softened as she looked down at him. "I've found another family willing to take you in. The woman is very sweet, and her husband seems incredibly kind and caring. They have a son who is twelve, the same age as you! They also have a daughter who's ten. What do you think, Mamoru? Will you give this family a chance?"
He looked at her calmly. "Miss Yammada, my birthday was last month. I'm thirteen now. I'm not a little boy anymore."
"No, you're not. You're a teenager now, and you're becoming a very clever young man right before my eyes. You're a truly gifted young man, Mamoru, and I have enjoyed watching you grow up. I just wish that you would open up more, let the real you hiding deep inside finally come out."
"I'll go, Miss Yammada." He smiled ruefully. "But only for you."
*****
"Hello, Mamoru, welcome to your new home! I am Yui, and this is my husband Keiyu." A lady with shoulder-length, sunshine-blond hair smiled down at the solemn boy standing before her. The tall,red-haired man standing beside her scratched his fuzzy beard as he cleared his throat and led everyone into the living room, where two children sat on a faded green couch. The girl's face was smattered with freckles, and her dark red hair as pulled into two short pigtails on each side of her head. She quickly stood up and straightened her cream-colored sundress, her hand lingering over the dark brown stain at her hem. She smiled nervously as she fidgeted with her hem.
The boy she had been sitting beside took his time standing up. He slowly walked towards Mamoru until he was standing right in front of him. His warygreen eyes stared through Mamoru as he assessed the new addition to his family. "My name is Motoki." He nodded curtly towards his sister. "That's Unazuki. We've decided that we're not going to be sympathetic towards you just because you're an orphan. You have to earn our respect, our trust, just like we have to earn yours." He caught his mother's disapproving glare and quickly added, "I'm not trying to be mean, I just wanted to let you know where we stand early on so that there will be no mixed feelings later."
"I understand,and I agree with you-it's very important to know where you stand with people from the start."
The two boys held each other's gaze as they took each other in and assessed one another, mirror images of each other only in thoughts.
*****
A year passed by, and Mamoru was still with the Furahata family, happier then he could remember ever being. After about a month, the ice surrounding Mamoru and Motoki melted, and from the water there emerged a solid friendship that would last for years.
Unazuki was constantly badgering the older boys with impossible questions, but he was still fond of her, even though she pestered him to no end and often chewed away ate the last of his nerves.
Mamoru found Yui and Keiyu to be incredibly caring and kind-Yui even went out of her way to make him sunny-side up eggs and toast every morning after inadvertently discovering his passion for the meal, knowing that it was one small thing she could do to brighten up his life.
However, all good things must eventually come to an end, as was the case for Mamoru. One afternoon when the three children came home from school, they found a solemn-looking Keiyu sitting in the living room with Yui and a composed young woman in her late twenties. He looked up as they entered the room, his calm mask shattering as it was replaced by lines of worry.
"Motoki, Unazuki…" He paused to take a deep breath before continuing. "Grandma Yulsi had a stroke today. It left her paralyzed and she can no longer fend for herself. I've talked it over with your mother, and we have decided to move in with your grandma to take care of her." His eyes rested on Mamoru, and they saddened, shining with unshed tears. "Mamoru…you've been like a second son to us…but because you are a ward of Osaka, you are not permitted to live out of boundaries…We're moving out near Tokyo, which has about 1/3 the entire length of Japan between it and Osaka. I'm so sorry, Mamoru, but…we can not bring you with us."
With these words, Mamoru's life changed once more, this time taking a turn for the worst.
*****
That's all for now! You can email me at hunniebunny@aol.com. You can also visit my web page at www.sailormoonrose.mirrorz.com,
and if you want to be the first to know when I'm going to post the next part of my story, subscribe to my list here:
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Part One
By Bonnie-chan
Email: hunniebunny@aol.com
Web page: http://www.sailormoonrose.mirrorz.com
Today is September4, 2001
DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately, Sailor Moon does not belong to me…a fact that has made mecry several times. However, this storyDOES belong to me…and so do all of the characters that I made up! (Trust me, you'll know who they are!!!)
I really wantto thank Zan-chan, my editor for this story….I owe you SO much, you have NO idea!! Without you, I'd probably still be sitting here fretting over my story not being good enough!!!
I'd also liketo thank Siggy for all of her support…it's because of you this is out now instead of in a few weeks ya know…you made me get up off my lazy butt and clean this up to make it presentable…now you'd better keep up your end of the deal and get the next part of your story out this week!!! (and if any of you want to read her story, just go to my web page! I made a special page just for her!)
Nikki-chan…you are amazing, thanks for helping me get my page together and making my banner,button, etc…you're amazing, and I have that page waiting for you as soon as you're ready to post!!
I'd also like to thank Steph, because she managed to figure out why my page wouldn't post and fix the problem! Thanks so much, I owe ya big time!
And check out my web page to see the page I made for Chelle! She's an awesome writer that I've recently begun beta-ing for (is that even a word?)…You have to check out her story "Motoki Finds Out"….it'sabsolutely ADORABLE! I love it!!
Thanks to all of you for your dedication, love and support! You're all the greatest, and I love you to pieces!
Questions, comments? Email me here: hunniebunny@aol.com…and whether you liked it or hated it, could you pretty please send me feedback? I'm majoring in writing, and any type of feedback helps! Constructive criticism,a note telling me it was good, or even bad..whatever! I'd really appreciate it!
Oh, and if you want to be the first to know when I'm going to post the next part of my story, subscribe to my list here:
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Sailor_Moon_Rose_Updates
This is an update only list. But I also have a list for everyone to joinin and talk or post fanfics! It's:
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Sailor_Moon_Rose
Now, on with the story!
A PlaceTo Call Home
Part One
Your parents are dead.
Dead.
Dead.
The young boy looked up at the grim doctor standing before him with watery blue eyes for what seemed like an eternity with pain-filled eyes that were never meant to be bestowed on an innocent six-year old before sealing them tightly, blocking the world from view, but not the harsh words which continued to tear their way into his soul.
Dead.
Dead.
His parents had just died in a car accident, yet Chiba Mamoru could not properly mourn their untimely demise, for he could not even remember what his parents looked like. Sure, the news was devastating and made him cry, but at the same time he couldn't help but feel hollow inside. Chiba Mamoru may have been the accident's soul survivor, yet the memories of his past had died with his parents, for Chiba Mamoru had acute amnesia.
*****
"Come play dodge ball with us, Mamoru!"
A gangly boy with ebony hair that drooped into his cerulean eyes glanced up at the stocky, red-haired boy standing before him with vacant eyes.
"I can't, Matsumi, I'm sorry."
"What's more important than dodge ball, Mamoru?" His lip curled derisively as he stared down at the book lying in his peer's lap. "You're studying again?"
"If I don't study, I'll go insane."
"But it's so boring!"
"It keeps my mind off of things."
"Like what?"
"Life."
"The orphanage isn't such a bad place, Mamoru. You've been here a whole year now, and you've never given it, or us, a chance!"
"How can I give a chance to a place devoid of love, of warmth, of cheer and happiness?"
"You get used to it. If you don't, it will break you in the end."
Mamoru looked solemnly up at the older boy standing before him. "Maybe it already has."
*****
You've been with us for six years now, Mamoru, and you've been in and out of as many foster homes." A tall woman with chocolate brown hair twisted into an elegant bun stopped pacing in front of her desk and turned to face the sulking boy slouched in her chair. "You need to open up to people, Mamoru, show them who you are inside. You can't stay closed up forever." Her eyes softened as she looked down at him. "I've found another family willing to take you in. The woman is very sweet, and her husband seems incredibly kind and caring. They have a son who is twelve, the same age as you! They also have a daughter who's ten. What do you think, Mamoru? Will you give this family a chance?"
He looked at her calmly. "Miss Yammada, my birthday was last month. I'm thirteen now. I'm not a little boy anymore."
"No, you're not. You're a teenager now, and you're becoming a very clever young man right before my eyes. You're a truly gifted young man, Mamoru, and I have enjoyed watching you grow up. I just wish that you would open up more, let the real you hiding deep inside finally come out."
"I'll go, Miss Yammada." He smiled ruefully. "But only for you."
*****
"Hello, Mamoru, welcome to your new home! I am Yui, and this is my husband Keiyu." A lady with shoulder-length, sunshine-blond hair smiled down at the solemn boy standing before her. The tall,red-haired man standing beside her scratched his fuzzy beard as he cleared his throat and led everyone into the living room, where two children sat on a faded green couch. The girl's face was smattered with freckles, and her dark red hair as pulled into two short pigtails on each side of her head. She quickly stood up and straightened her cream-colored sundress, her hand lingering over the dark brown stain at her hem. She smiled nervously as she fidgeted with her hem.
The boy she had been sitting beside took his time standing up. He slowly walked towards Mamoru until he was standing right in front of him. His warygreen eyes stared through Mamoru as he assessed the new addition to his family. "My name is Motoki." He nodded curtly towards his sister. "That's Unazuki. We've decided that we're not going to be sympathetic towards you just because you're an orphan. You have to earn our respect, our trust, just like we have to earn yours." He caught his mother's disapproving glare and quickly added, "I'm not trying to be mean, I just wanted to let you know where we stand early on so that there will be no mixed feelings later."
"I understand,and I agree with you-it's very important to know where you stand with people from the start."
The two boys held each other's gaze as they took each other in and assessed one another, mirror images of each other only in thoughts.
*****
A year passed by, and Mamoru was still with the Furahata family, happier then he could remember ever being. After about a month, the ice surrounding Mamoru and Motoki melted, and from the water there emerged a solid friendship that would last for years.
Unazuki was constantly badgering the older boys with impossible questions, but he was still fond of her, even though she pestered him to no end and often chewed away ate the last of his nerves.
Mamoru found Yui and Keiyu to be incredibly caring and kind-Yui even went out of her way to make him sunny-side up eggs and toast every morning after inadvertently discovering his passion for the meal, knowing that it was one small thing she could do to brighten up his life.
However, all good things must eventually come to an end, as was the case for Mamoru. One afternoon when the three children came home from school, they found a solemn-looking Keiyu sitting in the living room with Yui and a composed young woman in her late twenties. He looked up as they entered the room, his calm mask shattering as it was replaced by lines of worry.
"Motoki, Unazuki…" He paused to take a deep breath before continuing. "Grandma Yulsi had a stroke today. It left her paralyzed and she can no longer fend for herself. I've talked it over with your mother, and we have decided to move in with your grandma to take care of her." His eyes rested on Mamoru, and they saddened, shining with unshed tears. "Mamoru…you've been like a second son to us…but because you are a ward of Osaka, you are not permitted to live out of boundaries…We're moving out near Tokyo, which has about 1/3 the entire length of Japan between it and Osaka. I'm so sorry, Mamoru, but…we can not bring you with us."
With these words, Mamoru's life changed once more, this time taking a turn for the worst.
*****
That's all for now! You can email me at hunniebunny@aol.com. You can also visit my web page at www.sailormoonrose.mirrorz.com,
and if you want to be the first to know when I'm going to post the next part of my story, subscribe to my list here:
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Sailor_Moon_Rose_Updates
This is an update only list. But I also have a list for everyone to join in and talk or post fanfics! It's:
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Sailor_Moon_Rose
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