Holes In The Floor Of Heaven
I don't own Sailor Moon or the song "Holes in The Floor of Heaven" all rights go to their rightful owners.
I was listening to my radio when this song came on, I thought of Mamoru losing his parents. Well I haven't written anything in years! Its been almost 8 years since I've wrote a story.
"Oh! I hate rain!" Usagi screeched as she ran from the rain, clothes soaked from the falling water. "I knew I should of brought my rain coat!" As Usagi was running she suddenly stopped dead in her tracks. She saw Mamoru walking away from his motorcycle with flowers in his hands. Usagi looked around to where she was. "A cemetery?" She thought out loud. "Why is Mamoru here on a day like this? Everyone should be inside having hot coco!" She followed him, forgetting all about the rain. She saw Mamoru stop at two grave stones under a huge tree.
"Mother... Father." She heard him whisper. "I can't believe its been so long. I still can' remember!" He cried. "Why can't I remember anything!" Usagi stepped closer, as a result she stepped on a tig. A snapping sound made Mamoru turn around.
"What do you want Usagi?" He asked, no emotion in his voice. Usagi stood there, unable to say anything. She was shock to see his tears, even in the rain she could tell they were tears.
"What is wrong?" Usagi questioned, tears in her eyes. Mamoru saw them and turned around.
"I don't want or need your pity!" He set down the flowers on his mothers' grave. Usagi walked up next to Mamoru and knelt beside him, reading the graves. She hugged him, suddenly understanding everything. Why he was so distant, all their fights, his bitterness. "I told you I don't need your pity!"
"There are holes in the floor of Heaven" Usagi said looking in his deep blue eyes. She saw hurt followed by confusion. She continued "When my Grandpa, on my daddy's' side, died my grandma looked down and saw me crying. she turned to me and said 'My dear sweet child, don't be sad, Grandpa is watching us. You see there are holes in the floor of heaven and when it rains, it means he's watching us, he's crying, wishing he could be here now. But don't be sad my child.' I couldn't of been more then eight years old at the time"
"Thanks Usako." He smiled, for once on this day he didn't feel as angry or sad. "Thank you so much. How about we go to the Crown and get some hot coco, my treat?" Usagi nodded then shivered from the cold rain. Mamoru put his green jacket around her and he pulled her close to him. "Let's go!" He beamed as they walked to his motorcycle.
"Usako?" Usagi questioned as they walked. Mamoru blushed.
The end. I'm sorry if its bad. I think I did good for not writing in 8 years and at 12:30 at night when I should be sleeping. I can't sleep in anymore, having a 10 month old little girl we do that to you. Well please review and tell me what you think. Good or bad