Hi everyone! I really hope you like my story (I promise it's better
than the GW one). More up soon! Please R&R! Thank ya, Marli!
* Disclaimer * I don't one Sailor Moon, Naoko does! I don't Own Amara or Michele, or any of the chars. or anything like that! ~
Whoever said that opposites don't attract?
Hello, my name is Michele Kaioh and I have a story to tell you, the story of best friends who learned how to beat the odds together. A story about my best friend and I, we call it A & M..
I woke up that morning, wondering what the day would hold. I looked around my room, the same palace room. I wished I was somewhere else, but I didn't know anywhere else existed, but that morning was the turning point in my life, I went from eight-year-old princess, to soldier.
"Michiru," called my mom, coming up the stairs to my room.
"Mama," I cried back. She knew I hated my real name.
"Oh Michiru quit fussing! Now, you have to get ready!"
"For what," I asked with a cocked brow.
"You're going to the moon kingdom to start training!"
"The what kingdom? And training for what?"
"The moon kingdom, where princess Serenity lives, and you training to be a sailor soldier."
A soldier? Why would I want to be a soldier? Well, it was going to get me away from my awful house, so who cares!
And it did get my away from my house, but as soon as training began, I wanted to be back home. Training was tough, but I got used to it. The first night I was there, we had a party, to honor all of the 'future sailor soldiers.' First, I met princess Serenity who didn't seem much like a princess at all. She was clumsy and talked funny, but you couldn't expect much, she was only six! Next, I met Princess Trista. She was tall and beautiful, and She was already eleven. She had key around her neck, but she would never tell me what it meant.
Then, I approached a girl with long blonde hair. She has an ill look on her face. I was almost afraid to speak to her, but I opened my mother and said "Hello." "Hi," she mumbled back.
"My name is Michiru.well Michele Kaioh," I continued cheerily.
"Mine's Amara," she bluntly answered.
"I'm the soldier of Neptune."
"I know"
"Well, what soldier are you," I queried.
"Uranus."
"Wow," I exclaimed, "we're partners then!"
"How nice."
"We're also bunk mates, so we can finish this conversation tonight, and maybe you'll have that bee out of your bonnet by then," I said and turned to walk away.
"Look kid, I don't wear bonnets, there are no bees on the moon, and you implying I have a bad attitude. It's an insult, even if it's true. I don't take kindly to insults. I'm only letting you off because I have to work with you, all right?"
I was stunned. What was she talking about?
After the party we went to our rooms and dressed for bed. Everyone had their little silky nightgowns on, except one girl, Amara. She had on what looked to be the top of a pajama set, which girls were not supposed to wear. Girls were not allowed to wear pants, and the tops were just too revealing; but Amara never cared. We all brushed out teeth and went to our rooms.
I laid down on my bed, exhausted.
"So, you want to talk, talk," came a voice from above me.
Now, I didn't really want to talk any longer, but I had a chance to find out about this tough girl, so I spoke, "So, Amara, why are you so mean?"
I didn't mean it to come out the way it did.
"I warned you before, Mich!"
Mich, I liked that name; what a cool name, Mich.
"Hey, that's a great nickname!"
"Huh?"
"Yeah, Mich, I like it!"
"All right."
And that was the beginning of a beautiful and dangerous friendship.
* Disclaimer * I don't one Sailor Moon, Naoko does! I don't Own Amara or Michele, or any of the chars. or anything like that! ~
Whoever said that opposites don't attract?
Hello, my name is Michele Kaioh and I have a story to tell you, the story of best friends who learned how to beat the odds together. A story about my best friend and I, we call it A & M..
I woke up that morning, wondering what the day would hold. I looked around my room, the same palace room. I wished I was somewhere else, but I didn't know anywhere else existed, but that morning was the turning point in my life, I went from eight-year-old princess, to soldier.
"Michiru," called my mom, coming up the stairs to my room.
"Mama," I cried back. She knew I hated my real name.
"Oh Michiru quit fussing! Now, you have to get ready!"
"For what," I asked with a cocked brow.
"You're going to the moon kingdom to start training!"
"The what kingdom? And training for what?"
"The moon kingdom, where princess Serenity lives, and you training to be a sailor soldier."
A soldier? Why would I want to be a soldier? Well, it was going to get me away from my awful house, so who cares!
And it did get my away from my house, but as soon as training began, I wanted to be back home. Training was tough, but I got used to it. The first night I was there, we had a party, to honor all of the 'future sailor soldiers.' First, I met princess Serenity who didn't seem much like a princess at all. She was clumsy and talked funny, but you couldn't expect much, she was only six! Next, I met Princess Trista. She was tall and beautiful, and She was already eleven. She had key around her neck, but she would never tell me what it meant.
Then, I approached a girl with long blonde hair. She has an ill look on her face. I was almost afraid to speak to her, but I opened my mother and said "Hello." "Hi," she mumbled back.
"My name is Michiru.well Michele Kaioh," I continued cheerily.
"Mine's Amara," she bluntly answered.
"I'm the soldier of Neptune."
"I know"
"Well, what soldier are you," I queried.
"Uranus."
"Wow," I exclaimed, "we're partners then!"
"How nice."
"We're also bunk mates, so we can finish this conversation tonight, and maybe you'll have that bee out of your bonnet by then," I said and turned to walk away.
"Look kid, I don't wear bonnets, there are no bees on the moon, and you implying I have a bad attitude. It's an insult, even if it's true. I don't take kindly to insults. I'm only letting you off because I have to work with you, all right?"
I was stunned. What was she talking about?
After the party we went to our rooms and dressed for bed. Everyone had their little silky nightgowns on, except one girl, Amara. She had on what looked to be the top of a pajama set, which girls were not supposed to wear. Girls were not allowed to wear pants, and the tops were just too revealing; but Amara never cared. We all brushed out teeth and went to our rooms.
I laid down on my bed, exhausted.
"So, you want to talk, talk," came a voice from above me.
Now, I didn't really want to talk any longer, but I had a chance to find out about this tough girl, so I spoke, "So, Amara, why are you so mean?"
I didn't mean it to come out the way it did.
"I warned you before, Mich!"
Mich, I liked that name; what a cool name, Mich.
"Hey, that's a great nickname!"
"Huh?"
"Yeah, Mich, I like it!"
"All right."
And that was the beginning of a beautiful and dangerous friendship.