Title: Long Gloves
Author: Ree
Theme: Motoki -gloves
Genre: General
Version: PGSM Post-series
Rating: G

Most of these characters belong to Takeuchi Naoko. I just asked Motoki and friends to tell us some tales.

Long Gloves

AN: In my version of PGSM post-series no-one, except the senshi, shitennou, the prince, and the princess remembers what happened since time was reset.

'Long, white gloves...' Motoki slid the gloves over his fingers, savoring the smooth satiny feeling. 'Long, white gloves... Makoto would look good in them.' He could picture Makoto in the new outfit he was buying her for her birthday. The green skirt would cut off just above the knee, and the collar on the sleeveless white blouse would fall just over the top of her shoulders. 'The gloves would go perfect. It just feels like they should go with it.'

Picking them up, Motoki went to pay for them. In his mind he could see Makoto shaking her head about them. Walking out of the store, he wondered about his attraction to long white gloves. Every time he saw a pair, his heart sped up, and all he could think about was how Makoto would look wearing them. 'But there is something off about them... they should end in a green cuff just below the elbow.' With his mind's eye he could see a fuzzy image of the gloves he wanted to find. 'Now I understand how Mamoru feels... not to remember something that is important. I wish I could remember the owner of those gloves. I feel like I know her, but...' The only memory he had, and it was fuzzy, was of a rainy night. A tall girl, her legs went on forever before they reached her skirt, stood above him, her flashing eyes reflecting the lightening. Her hand was stretched down towards him, and her fingers were covered in a white glove that reached her elbow.

Turning the fuzzy thoughts through his head, Motoki heard a peal of thunder. Glancing at the sky, he watched as a streak of lightening flew through the sky. 'Lightening and gloves... they are forever twined together in my mind.' A warm smile crept over his face, as he remembered how much Makoto loved lightening storms. Rushing home, he knew that one part of her birthday present was going to be given early. He just couldn't resist the idea of Makoto in long white gloves with a lightening storm as her background.