Disclaimer : I don't own Sailor Moon etc. etc.
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A Stroll Through Your Dream
By Artemis
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PART SIX
Usagi sat in bed, wondering if Mamoru had arrived safely. She also
felt a little guilty for not saying a proper good bye. There was
too many things to think about. Mamoru, Grace, Michael and going back
to work. Usagi couldn't go to sleep. Her mind was too cluttered.
She rolled over and hugged her pillow. Her alarm clock told her that
it was late and she should get some sleep.
Mamoru lay in bed, feeling cold and bored. The room let in a small draft.
He sneezed. The room was separate from the rest of the crew, who were
already starting training the next day. Mamoru on the other hand, was
still restricted to the bed. His legs had probably forgotten how to walk
by now. His hand felt empty. There was no friendly nurse here to hold his
hand while he slept. He felt incredibly childish, but he wanted somebody
to hold his hand. He wanted somebody to be there after he woke up from
another dream.
As the clock reached twelve, both of them drifted off to sleep.
Usagi snuggled into her sheets, thinking about all the things she couldn't
get rid of from her mind. Mamoru closed his eyes reluctantly and longed
for Usagi to be by his side. The minute hand ticked past the number twelve.
Mamoru returned to his familiar dream scape.
"Remember me yet?" he recognised a voice.
He saw the princess, sitting down at his feet. She hummed a familiar tune.
"How can I remember you if I don't know who you are?" he frowned.
"You'll remember. I know," she smiled confidently. "I am the little girl
who lives in your heart and the one you have locked away in your mind."
"Okay, I've figured out that the little blonde girl is someone I'm supposed
to know... And she's from my memory, but you.. I can't know you.."
Mamoru sighed from exhaustion.
"You don't know me yet," the princess told him, standing up. "That's why
you don't remember."
"Stop talking in riddles," he frowned. "Even the girl speaks better than
you do!"
"Take my hand," she instructed him, holding out her pale white hands.
He took them, because he didn't know what else to do.
"We'll go for a pleasant evening stroll shall we?" she smiled sweetly.
Mamoru just agreed silently.
"An evening stroll to where?" he asked as they started walking.
"You'll see."
They kept walking across the murky darkness. Mamoru held onto her hand
and her hand also felt smooth and soft like rose petals. They felt like
the same hands as.... as who? His head hurt again. She squeezed his hand.
"Does your head hurt?" she asked, stopping.
"It hurts whenever I'm about to remember something...." he murmured.
The princess looked at him and he suddenly felt his body change.
He looked up at the princess, who looked down on him.
"What happened?" he asked, his other hand holding his head.
"We've entered her dream," she smiled.
"Who's 'her'?" he asked, his voice echoing.
The princess didn't reply, so Mamoru didn't bother asking any more.
They kept walking and Mamoru saw his arms were bandaged and his feet
were so much smaller.
Usagi woke up in her dream. She heard footsteps coming towards her.
Tiny, light footsteps. She turned and saw a young boy with dark blue
eyes and glossy black hair. For a second, she thought it was Mamoru,
then decided it wasn't, then became confused. Holding his hand was
a young woman in a silver dress.
"Who are you?" she asked them.
"You tell me," the young woman smiled.
Usagi held her head and looked at them, puzzled.
"Don't you remember him?" the young woman asked, pushing the boy
in front of her.
Usagi shook her head. "I don't know who he is.."
"Of course you do," the young woman sighed, slightly upset.
She held her hand in the air and a rose appeared in her hands.
The young woman smiled and held the rose in front of Usagi's eyes.
"Remember?" she whispered. "A rose, a young injured boy..."
Suddenly, they all heard a little girl's voice, humming.
They saw a little blonde haired girl skipping their way.
She stopped when she saw Usagi. She smiled. Usagi smiled back.
"And a little blonde haired girl," the young woman finished.
"Who are you, little girl?" Usagi asked.
"I am the little girl who lives in his heart and the one he has locked
away in his mind," she replied.
Usagi looked at the young boy. He looked at her, just as puzzled as she was.
"And he is the little boy who lives in your heart and the one you
have locked away in your mind," the young woman smiled serenely.
"Then who are you?" Usagi asked the her.
She didn't reply, but gave the little girl the rose and then disappeared.
The young boy walked over to the little girl and patted her on the head.
"Are you feeling better?" the girl asked him.
"A little," he shrugged.
Usagi watched the two and she knew she had seen them somewhere before.
The little girl seemed so familiar and so did the little boy.
"What's your name little boy?" Usagi called out.
He looked up and squinted.
"I can't remember..." he murmured.
All of a sudden, Usagi heard a voice. It echoed in the dream and the
young boy looked around, he too was affected by the voice.
"In the first dream I had... There's this little girl," the voice echoed.
"She's got blonde hair and bouncing pigtails. She asks me something
and I tell her I'm hurt. I can't remember what happens next.. That's right.
Something about her mother.. And a brother... Then she aks me if I can
have a rose. Then she smiles and leaves."
Usagi recognised the voice. And she looked at the boy and the little girl
and remembered something she had forgotten a long time ago.
"A rose, a young injured boy... and me," she whispered and suddenly felt
dizzy.
Usagi closed her eyes and felt her body feel lighter.
Mamoru jolted awake. His heart was racing and his clothes clung to his body,
sticky with sweat. He stared to the grey ceiling. There was no hand to comfort
him. He sat up and glanced over to the red button by the bed. Should he press
it? He felt so confused by the dream, that he pressed the button, thinking that
maybe Usagi would come to him. He lay back in bed and waited. The dream was
already fading away from his memory. Did he see Usagi there? In his dream?
And what was it she whispered before he woke up? He gritted his teeth and
clenched his hand into a fist. He pounded the bed with frustration. He hated
this feeling. This feeling of confusion. And the feeling that he knew that
there was something that he had to remember, but he didn't know what. There was
a knock on the door.
"Mr Chiba? You called?" a male doctor walked into the room.
"You're not my nurse," Mamoru murmured.
"No, Mr Chiba. You're back at base now, remember?"
"Why isn't she here? She's always here..."
The male doctor frowned, puzzled with Mamoru's behaviour.
"What's the matter Mr Chiba? Why did you press the button?" he asked, starting
to get a little impatient.
After all, it was two in the morning.
"Make these dreams go away... Please..." Mamoru begged. "Please..."
"They're only dreams Mr Chiba. They aren't real," the doctor told him.
"They are real.. They're real..."
Mamoru didn't want to talk to someone who didn't want to listen.
"Get some sleep Mr Chiba," the doctor sighed. "Good night."
The doctor closed the door and left him in silent darkness.
"Help me Usagi... Please.." Mamoru whispered, hoping that somehow, he would
hear her.
And he could feel tears falling from his eyes. He didn't want to see these
dreams any more. He only wanted to see her. He bit his lip and wiped his
tears away. He was a mess. Mamoru closed his eyes and sobbed quietly.
Usagi sat up in her bed, her pyjamas sticking to her from her sweat.
She shook her head and already, the dream was slipping from her mind.
No, it wasn't a dream, it was a memory she had forgotten about for years.
"So I have met Mamoru somewhere before.." she murmured, thinking about
what she had read about his past.
The day Usagi had seen him, must have been the day he had an accident when
his parents died. She felt her heart beating fast. How could she have
forgotten him? Those deep, bottomless ocean eyes. They were always so lonely
and longing for somebody to hold him. Hold him tight and tell him, that
there was nothing to fear. Usagi decided to have a shower to clear her mind.
She didn't want to think too much about Mamoru. He wasn't her patient any
more and she wasn't his nurse. They would take good care of him at NASA.
Wasn't he their most treasured astronaut? But when the cold water hit Usagi,
she thought she heard him call her name. She closed her eyes and shook her head.
She stood underneath the water and drowned all her thoughts. The only thing she
could hear was the thundering water, nipping at her skin.
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END OF PART SIX
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A Stroll Through Your Dream
By Artemis
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PART SIX
Usagi sat in bed, wondering if Mamoru had arrived safely. She also
felt a little guilty for not saying a proper good bye. There was
too many things to think about. Mamoru, Grace, Michael and going back
to work. Usagi couldn't go to sleep. Her mind was too cluttered.
She rolled over and hugged her pillow. Her alarm clock told her that
it was late and she should get some sleep.
Mamoru lay in bed, feeling cold and bored. The room let in a small draft.
He sneezed. The room was separate from the rest of the crew, who were
already starting training the next day. Mamoru on the other hand, was
still restricted to the bed. His legs had probably forgotten how to walk
by now. His hand felt empty. There was no friendly nurse here to hold his
hand while he slept. He felt incredibly childish, but he wanted somebody
to hold his hand. He wanted somebody to be there after he woke up from
another dream.
As the clock reached twelve, both of them drifted off to sleep.
Usagi snuggled into her sheets, thinking about all the things she couldn't
get rid of from her mind. Mamoru closed his eyes reluctantly and longed
for Usagi to be by his side. The minute hand ticked past the number twelve.
Mamoru returned to his familiar dream scape.
"Remember me yet?" he recognised a voice.
He saw the princess, sitting down at his feet. She hummed a familiar tune.
"How can I remember you if I don't know who you are?" he frowned.
"You'll remember. I know," she smiled confidently. "I am the little girl
who lives in your heart and the one you have locked away in your mind."
"Okay, I've figured out that the little blonde girl is someone I'm supposed
to know... And she's from my memory, but you.. I can't know you.."
Mamoru sighed from exhaustion.
"You don't know me yet," the princess told him, standing up. "That's why
you don't remember."
"Stop talking in riddles," he frowned. "Even the girl speaks better than
you do!"
"Take my hand," she instructed him, holding out her pale white hands.
He took them, because he didn't know what else to do.
"We'll go for a pleasant evening stroll shall we?" she smiled sweetly.
Mamoru just agreed silently.
"An evening stroll to where?" he asked as they started walking.
"You'll see."
They kept walking across the murky darkness. Mamoru held onto her hand
and her hand also felt smooth and soft like rose petals. They felt like
the same hands as.... as who? His head hurt again. She squeezed his hand.
"Does your head hurt?" she asked, stopping.
"It hurts whenever I'm about to remember something...." he murmured.
The princess looked at him and he suddenly felt his body change.
He looked up at the princess, who looked down on him.
"What happened?" he asked, his other hand holding his head.
"We've entered her dream," she smiled.
"Who's 'her'?" he asked, his voice echoing.
The princess didn't reply, so Mamoru didn't bother asking any more.
They kept walking and Mamoru saw his arms were bandaged and his feet
were so much smaller.
Usagi woke up in her dream. She heard footsteps coming towards her.
Tiny, light footsteps. She turned and saw a young boy with dark blue
eyes and glossy black hair. For a second, she thought it was Mamoru,
then decided it wasn't, then became confused. Holding his hand was
a young woman in a silver dress.
"Who are you?" she asked them.
"You tell me," the young woman smiled.
Usagi held her head and looked at them, puzzled.
"Don't you remember him?" the young woman asked, pushing the boy
in front of her.
Usagi shook her head. "I don't know who he is.."
"Of course you do," the young woman sighed, slightly upset.
She held her hand in the air and a rose appeared in her hands.
The young woman smiled and held the rose in front of Usagi's eyes.
"Remember?" she whispered. "A rose, a young injured boy..."
Suddenly, they all heard a little girl's voice, humming.
They saw a little blonde haired girl skipping their way.
She stopped when she saw Usagi. She smiled. Usagi smiled back.
"And a little blonde haired girl," the young woman finished.
"Who are you, little girl?" Usagi asked.
"I am the little girl who lives in his heart and the one he has locked
away in his mind," she replied.
Usagi looked at the young boy. He looked at her, just as puzzled as she was.
"And he is the little boy who lives in your heart and the one you
have locked away in your mind," the young woman smiled serenely.
"Then who are you?" Usagi asked the her.
She didn't reply, but gave the little girl the rose and then disappeared.
The young boy walked over to the little girl and patted her on the head.
"Are you feeling better?" the girl asked him.
"A little," he shrugged.
Usagi watched the two and she knew she had seen them somewhere before.
The little girl seemed so familiar and so did the little boy.
"What's your name little boy?" Usagi called out.
He looked up and squinted.
"I can't remember..." he murmured.
All of a sudden, Usagi heard a voice. It echoed in the dream and the
young boy looked around, he too was affected by the voice.
"In the first dream I had... There's this little girl," the voice echoed.
"She's got blonde hair and bouncing pigtails. She asks me something
and I tell her I'm hurt. I can't remember what happens next.. That's right.
Something about her mother.. And a brother... Then she aks me if I can
have a rose. Then she smiles and leaves."
Usagi recognised the voice. And she looked at the boy and the little girl
and remembered something she had forgotten a long time ago.
"A rose, a young injured boy... and me," she whispered and suddenly felt
dizzy.
Usagi closed her eyes and felt her body feel lighter.
Mamoru jolted awake. His heart was racing and his clothes clung to his body,
sticky with sweat. He stared to the grey ceiling. There was no hand to comfort
him. He sat up and glanced over to the red button by the bed. Should he press
it? He felt so confused by the dream, that he pressed the button, thinking that
maybe Usagi would come to him. He lay back in bed and waited. The dream was
already fading away from his memory. Did he see Usagi there? In his dream?
And what was it she whispered before he woke up? He gritted his teeth and
clenched his hand into a fist. He pounded the bed with frustration. He hated
this feeling. This feeling of confusion. And the feeling that he knew that
there was something that he had to remember, but he didn't know what. There was
a knock on the door.
"Mr Chiba? You called?" a male doctor walked into the room.
"You're not my nurse," Mamoru murmured.
"No, Mr Chiba. You're back at base now, remember?"
"Why isn't she here? She's always here..."
The male doctor frowned, puzzled with Mamoru's behaviour.
"What's the matter Mr Chiba? Why did you press the button?" he asked, starting
to get a little impatient.
After all, it was two in the morning.
"Make these dreams go away... Please..." Mamoru begged. "Please..."
"They're only dreams Mr Chiba. They aren't real," the doctor told him.
"They are real.. They're real..."
Mamoru didn't want to talk to someone who didn't want to listen.
"Get some sleep Mr Chiba," the doctor sighed. "Good night."
The doctor closed the door and left him in silent darkness.
"Help me Usagi... Please.." Mamoru whispered, hoping that somehow, he would
hear her.
And he could feel tears falling from his eyes. He didn't want to see these
dreams any more. He only wanted to see her. He bit his lip and wiped his
tears away. He was a mess. Mamoru closed his eyes and sobbed quietly.
Usagi sat up in her bed, her pyjamas sticking to her from her sweat.
She shook her head and already, the dream was slipping from her mind.
No, it wasn't a dream, it was a memory she had forgotten about for years.
"So I have met Mamoru somewhere before.." she murmured, thinking about
what she had read about his past.
The day Usagi had seen him, must have been the day he had an accident when
his parents died. She felt her heart beating fast. How could she have
forgotten him? Those deep, bottomless ocean eyes. They were always so lonely
and longing for somebody to hold him. Hold him tight and tell him, that
there was nothing to fear. Usagi decided to have a shower to clear her mind.
She didn't want to think too much about Mamoru. He wasn't her patient any
more and she wasn't his nurse. They would take good care of him at NASA.
Wasn't he their most treasured astronaut? But when the cold water hit Usagi,
she thought she heard him call her name. She closed her eyes and shook her head.
She stood underneath the water and drowned all her thoughts. The only thing she
could hear was the thundering water, nipping at her skin.
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END OF PART SIX
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