Tears of Heaven: Chapter One: The Wrong Place at the Wrong Time

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This is my first fic, so if you review, please be nice, I mean you can tell me if it's bad, but at least be nice about it. Thank you, I hope you enjoy. I will be using the dub names (sorry) except Ami's because I like the way it's spelled, and Michuru's because I like the nickname. I am weird. Eh. Here we go. My email, if anyone wants to know is magics_secret_13athotmail.com

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This takes place, one year after the previous chapter, (everything will be explained about that year later on. For certain reasons)

On to the Story.

"Welcome sir, what can I get for you today?" I ask. I am not completely listening to him. 'I hate my job' I think, as a deep sigh comes from my throat. "Miss, are you listening?" these are the words that shake me out of my musings on life. "Sorry sir, can you repeat that?" I ask with an innocent smile plastered on my pale face. "I said I want a Coffee, with a croissant and two butters." He repeated, staring me down, making think he was fifty feet tall. "I'll bring it right out sir." I say and scurry away, like a scared mouse.

I walk into the back and start preparing this guys coffee and the pastry type think, I can't even remember the name. This day so sucks. Another sigh escapes my lips, as a soft hand covers my shoulder.

"Ames, you doin' o.k?" I turn around and have emerald green eyes starring into my sapphire blue. "I.. W-was..just thinking Lita, nothing big." I said and turned to take the guy his food.

I walk out of the food prep area, and back to the front of this shack, that they call, a restaurant. Plastering on a fake smile, that I know doesn't reach my eye's, I hand the man his food, turn to walk away as I hear. "It's about damn time. Incompetent fools."

I go extremely rigid. I have found out lately that I am not cut out to be a waitress, and this is why. I flip around, my eye's going into a look I learned from my sister, you may know it as the Evil Eye. It is quite effective.

I flip around to him, he just sitting there shaking his head, and mumbling about how stupid waitresses are, when I walk back to him. "Sir, if you don't like the service, leave then." I say, automatically I knew that was a bad idea.

He stands up and towers over my mere 5"2' at about 6". I gasp, so all can here. The next thing I know, it he's screaming. "What did you say? I'll teach you a lesion you won't forget little girl." He reaches long fingers around my small arm, and yanks me out side.

"Let me go." I scream. This is all way to familiar to exactly one year previous. I feel my body slammed up against a wall, hearing the tell tale sound of ribs cracking. I fall to the floor, closing my eyes and waiting for the inevitable. 'I need to learn to keep my mouth shut.' I think silently.

After a few seconds, I feel nothing more. I dare to open my eyes, what I see, I will never forget. Long slender legs, smashing into the guys face, then a flurry of fists, intertwined with long auburn hair. I try to stand but my legs won't allow it. I am completely in shock. Lita was beating the crap outta this guy. I knew she was strong but. My God. I never thought......

"Ames, you o.k., Ami, earth to Ami." I blink out of my silent stupor and look into the eyes of my boss. 'I am soooooo fired.' I think to myself. "I'm sorry, I'll leave." I say as I stand, wincing at the pain on my right side.

"Why would you do that?" Lita says in her, all knowing voice. I look up to her as she also towers over me, as many people tend to do. My eyes leaking, I say, "Aren't I fired."

She just starts laughing at me. I have no clue as to what's so funny. "Why would I fire you, hell, I probably would have done the same thing you did." She takes my arm and puts it over her shoulder to help me stand a bit batter, and we silently walk back into the restaurant. She gently helps me sit down at the booth previously occupied by the man she latterly beat the pee out of.

"Ami, I know something else is wrong, tell me maybe I can help you." She says. I think for a moment, no I can't tell her, I can't tell anyone, and it will just bring more rejection. Who would want me around, if they new about my past, the truth about me. I look up into those eyes and I start to think she would understand, then its shattered as the memories resurface and the voices blare into my ears, of the ones who rejected me so long ago are still fresh wounds to my heart. "I'm just having a bad day." I say.

"I'm here for you if you need anything you know that don't you." She says smiling. At this point I am finding the table most interesting, and say "I know, but there's nothing really wrong."

We sit for a few minutes at the table until we are interrupted by the sounds of off key singing.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Ames, happy birthday to you" My mind is racing a mile a minute as I cope with the fact that I have the entire staff of the restaurant singing to me. I look to Lita for answers and she whispers "Happy birthday Ami." If I thought that the tears from before were gone, I was sadly mistaken as new salty drops of water slid there way down my cheeks. I turned my head to look at all the girls standing in front the line cooks behind them all smiling. 'Maybe today isn't so bad' I thought.

Henry, a short little old man who has no hair left on his head, smile at me with his crooked smile, and showing missing teeth. I smile back at him and launch my self toward him, encircling my arms around his frame. "Thank you" I whisper. At that point, for the first time in a year I didn't feel completely alone, did they really care. After a dew moments, we locked the doors as the last customers left, and stayed talking to each other till early in the morning.
I walked down the darkened street, dim lights making an eerie glow. I must have just been walking around forever; I left the restaurant at about 2 A.M. As I looked into a shop window the clock read 4:30a.m.. I turned around, looking all about, you would be paranoid to if you lived in this part of L.A. Its not the safest place. I turn quickly, and race down the street. I know if I can get there fast enough the doors won't be locked.

I have been running for a year now, it seems as ever since that day, I was always running. My legs never letting me stay in one place to long. I near the museum, its beautiful, I have always come to this place to think. The view from the roof is amazing. I walk quietly behind the building and into the employee entrance, making no sound what so ever. I guess being small isn't so bad after all.

I make my way to the roof, and push open the steel metal door, walking to the edge. I have the perfect view of the water. The thing that flipped my life upside down, I look into the heavens, and search for him as I have always done.

My eye's travel over the midnight blue skies and land on his form, put into the heavens by the gods themselves, as a protector. Well that's what I call him. He has always protected me. Never giving up hope that I will become what I am destined to become. Destiny, hmmm, what is destiny anyway, do have one, do we make our own. I ponder this question almost daily now. Wondering if my life will ever get better, or if I will ever be accepted. "Orion." I start to say; my head then turning down to the cement beneath my feet, as more tears come. I slowly move my heard upward and stare intently into the sky. "What's the plan with my life, what am I doing here?" I ask, he never answers, just allows me to think over my own thoughts, while warming my heart.

Then as if he did answer me I hear. "Go hurry, there coming." I flip around thinking I am alone on the roof, when I get slammed into the side, trying to regain my balance and grabbing at air. I start to fall over the side of the building, letting out a scream, as I think I am plunging to my death.

My hand grabs onto the side of the building, I gripping so tight that my knuckles feel like the are going to break. "Grab her" a feminine voices screams. "Shit, hold on." The words coming out in a low rumble. As a hand reaches for mine. I hear the firing of guns. I wouldn't be able to tell what type of guns they are, there are so many in this town. "Duck!!!!" I hear the girl scream again. The next thing I know, there are two people dressed all in black, jumping over the side of the roof. Needless to say I am FREAKING OUT.

After that there is a huge blur. All I remember is An arm grabbing my waist, and pulling me, then going back up, bullets flying by my head. I automatically raise my hands to shield myself, when ice starts forming a barrier in front of me. It keeps getting thicker, and no bullets are flying by me now. That is when I passed out.

One more down, Don't know how many to go, I know its going slow, but will speed up next chapter.