Disclaimer : I don't own Sailor Moon etc. etc.
A.N Thanks for all the reviews ^_^ I really appreciate them!
And panatlantic, your reviews are appreciated too ^_^ So keep
writin' 'em and I'll keep writin'! =D *hugs* Arty =^.^=
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A Stroll Through Your Dream
By Artemis
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PART SEVEN
Usagi walked nervously down the corridor. Grace walked in front
of her and Michael walked beside her, holding her hand.
"He's been asking for you ever since he got here," Grace spoke
sharply. "I know this is very inconvenient for you, but we thought
this was the only way to make him better. His condition has been
deteriorating every day... He should have started training by now."
"What... exactly is wrong with him?" Usagi asked quietly.
"I don't know. We think he's just traumatised from the whole incident.
I think he just needs somebody to be there with him."
"I visit him all the time.." Michael frowned.
"Yeah well, not you," Grace replied, glancing at him. "Someone who's
been trained to be with a patient."
"You didn't approve of her in the beginning," Michael grumbled.
"Well she's proved to be very efficient."
"You've always got double standards.."
"Look, I didn't invite her so I could argue with you! Besides, who
asked you to come with us?" Grace snapped.
"Oh... I.. I kind of asked him to come," Usagi murmured.
Grace sighed and her feet hurried away. Usagi looked at Michael, but
he just shrugged.
"Maybe you should try and be nice to her," she suggested.
"She's the one who's never nice to me..."
"Well just try. I'm sure she can be nice."
"I'll try.."
Grace stopped at a door and opened it quietly. Usagi walked over to
the door, still holding Michael's hand. The three of them walked
into the dimly lit room. Mamoru was asleep.
"We had to drug him to shut him up," Grace told Usagi. "They should start
wearing off now.."
Usagi looked at Mamoru, his pale face sleeping peacefully. She couldn't
help but remember the dream. Her heart beat faster just thinking about
it.
"Do you want to stay with him?" Grace asked her, after a quick glance at
Michael.
Usagi wasn't sure if she wanted to stay. She would feel so awkward with
him if he woke up and surely Michael wouldn't be very happy about it.
But she wanted to talk to him about when they had first met. She wanted
to know what exactly he dreamt of and why they were so painful to him.
"I think it's best if you stay anyway," Grace made the decision for her.
Usagi looked up from Mamoru and nodded.
"Come on Haybert, let's go," Grace murmured to Michael, heading to the
door.
"Wait," he told Grace.
She agreed silently and walked outside. Michael took Usagi's hand, then
pulled her close to him.
"Michael?" Usagi whispered, a little puzzled.
"I love you Usagi," he whispered, then let her go.
"I love you too," she smiled as he slipped his hand out of hers.
She was a little puzzled with his behaviour, but it was sweet anyway.
Michael left the room and the door was closed shut. Usagi turned back
to Mamoru and saw him stirring awake.
Was he just imagining it or did he hear Usagi tell Michael that she loved
him? Mamoru felt groggy from the drugs and opened his eyes. He saw Usagi
sitting beside the bed and looking at him with worried eyes. What was
she doing here? He couldn't remember anything.
"How are you feeling?" she asked, smiling.
He smiled back and managed to sit up.
"I'm feeling okay," he told her, his voice almost a whisper.
His lips were dry and cracked. Usagi got up and poured him a glass of water.
She held the glass to his lips as he drank gratefully.
"Thanks."
"That's okay."
Usagi put the glass back on the side table.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, confused.
"Apparently you were asking for me," she told him.
"I was?" he frowned.
Usagi nodded.
"I can't remember much," he groaned.
"It's okay, don't try," Usagi whispered.
She looked at him and remembered the dream. And she remembered how he looked
the same as the little boy in the hospital who couldn't remember anything.
She pushed those thoughts away. She had tried to forget about the dream
before, but she couldn't forget it. It wasn't really a dream because it
happened. It was real.
Michael followed Grace, his mind still thinking about Usagi and Mamoru.
"Being a little dramatic aren't you?" Grace asked him, stopping in front
of an elevator.
Michael looked at her, puzzled, as he snapped out of his thoughts.
"She's not going away to Mars," she laughed lightly.
He still didn't understand what Grace was trying to hint. He figured it
was best to not say much in his efforts to "try and be nice".
"Haybert, I know you're not that stupid... but... Do you actually like
her?"
"Why do you want to know?" he retorted, then realised his niceness didn't
last very long.
"Well I mean, did you really need to tell her you loved her if she's only
going to be staying with Mamoru?"
"I'm not worried about her, it's Mamoru I'm worried about..."
The elevator arrived and the door opened. It was empty and waited patiently
for Michael and Grace to enter. Grace didn't comment any further as she
walked into the elevator and pressed the number 12. Michael leaned on the
side wall and watched the numbers flicker as the elevator rose. They stood
in silence until finally, Michael spoke up.
"I mean he's been asking for her ever since... You'd think he was in love
with her or something.."
"Calm down Haybert," Grace reassured him. "Even if he was, what reason is
there for Usagi to just let him do anything to her? There's a fine line
between patient and... well.. someone who's not a patient."
"You're not your encyclopedia convincing best tonight Grace," Michael grinned.
"Maybe you're just afraid that she'll fall for Mamoru and you'll be left
all alone.. again," she replied, her tone teasing Michael for what
he feared the most.
"I'm so glad you understand," he smiled sarcastically.
The elevator stopped at floor 12, just in time to pause them from their
pre-argument. Grace glanced at Michael.
"You want some company while we wait for her?" she asked, her voice a little
softer and friendly than usual.
"What sort of company?" Michael asked cautiously. "All we ever do is argue."
"Better than arguing with yourself," she grinned, then walked out. "If you
change your mind, you can come to my office."
Michael watched as Grace walked away to her office. He sighed, then turned
around and walked to his room. He felt that somehow it wasn't that they hated
each other, just annoyed each other and pushed the limits of hate. And Grace
could be unpredictable, a little like himself.
Usagi listened as Mamoru told her about when he was younger, dreaming of
flying out into space. But a corner of her mind still held onto the dream
and she wanted to ask, but was afraid. How would she bring it up? And what
if he didn't remember?
"And you know, I thought... this mission was it. Everything I'd done.. And
this was my reward..." he smiled, then his voice faded and so did his smile.
He looked away from her.
"Mamoru... Um.. In your dreams.. The little blonde haired girl," Usagi murmured,
making him turn back to face her.
His eyes looked a little moist, but his expression changed. He looked at her
curiously.
"Did she ever seem familiar?" she asked, her heart beating so fast and so loud
she could hardly hear herself think.
"Familiar?" he asked, his eyed frowning as he tried to remember. "Well... I know
her from somewhere... I think.."
Usagi gulped.
"Why?" Mamoru asked, his gaze fixed onto her.
"Because a few nights ago.. Well, the night that you came back here.. I had this
dream.." she started, then saw Mamoru's eyes widen.
"A dream?" he asked.
"Yes, a dream," she nodded. "And... well.. that little blonde haired girl who's
been in your dreams... That's.. um.. me.."
As the last word left Usagi's lips, she felt her whole body trembling. Mamoru didn't
respond as the words sunk in. He just stared at her. Usagi shifted uncomfortably in
her seat.
"You mean we have met before?" Mamoru whispered, his lips hardly moving from shock
and confusion.
Usagi simply nodded. "We met before.. In a hospital... It must have been after the.."
The word 'accident' didn't come out, because Usagi didn't want to remind him of that.
Mamoru knew he had met her somewhere. She seemed so familiar. The same soft smile,
the same comforting eyes and the same feelings he felt when she spoke to him.
But he was a little puzzled. Why had the princess urged him so much to try and remember?
And who was she?
"Your dreams, Mamoru," Usagi interrupted his thoughts. "What are the rest of the
dreams like?"
Mamoru felt his heart beating a little faster than usual. Usagi still felt somewhat
familiar to him.... She reminded him of someone else... The princess? He frowned.
Usagi watched him. He was deep in thought and seemed to have forgotten her question.
She took his hand and smiled. Mamoru looked at her, his eyes reminding her of that
little boy who seemed so lost and alone.
"I'd like to know what your dreams are about," she whispered softly. "And what they
mean to you.."
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END OF PART SEVEN
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A.N Thanks for all the reviews ^_^ I really appreciate them!
And panatlantic, your reviews are appreciated too ^_^ So keep
writin' 'em and I'll keep writin'! =D *hugs* Arty =^.^=
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A Stroll Through Your Dream
By Artemis
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PART SEVEN
Usagi walked nervously down the corridor. Grace walked in front
of her and Michael walked beside her, holding her hand.
"He's been asking for you ever since he got here," Grace spoke
sharply. "I know this is very inconvenient for you, but we thought
this was the only way to make him better. His condition has been
deteriorating every day... He should have started training by now."
"What... exactly is wrong with him?" Usagi asked quietly.
"I don't know. We think he's just traumatised from the whole incident.
I think he just needs somebody to be there with him."
"I visit him all the time.." Michael frowned.
"Yeah well, not you," Grace replied, glancing at him. "Someone who's
been trained to be with a patient."
"You didn't approve of her in the beginning," Michael grumbled.
"Well she's proved to be very efficient."
"You've always got double standards.."
"Look, I didn't invite her so I could argue with you! Besides, who
asked you to come with us?" Grace snapped.
"Oh... I.. I kind of asked him to come," Usagi murmured.
Grace sighed and her feet hurried away. Usagi looked at Michael, but
he just shrugged.
"Maybe you should try and be nice to her," she suggested.
"She's the one who's never nice to me..."
"Well just try. I'm sure she can be nice."
"I'll try.."
Grace stopped at a door and opened it quietly. Usagi walked over to
the door, still holding Michael's hand. The three of them walked
into the dimly lit room. Mamoru was asleep.
"We had to drug him to shut him up," Grace told Usagi. "They should start
wearing off now.."
Usagi looked at Mamoru, his pale face sleeping peacefully. She couldn't
help but remember the dream. Her heart beat faster just thinking about
it.
"Do you want to stay with him?" Grace asked her, after a quick glance at
Michael.
Usagi wasn't sure if she wanted to stay. She would feel so awkward with
him if he woke up and surely Michael wouldn't be very happy about it.
But she wanted to talk to him about when they had first met. She wanted
to know what exactly he dreamt of and why they were so painful to him.
"I think it's best if you stay anyway," Grace made the decision for her.
Usagi looked up from Mamoru and nodded.
"Come on Haybert, let's go," Grace murmured to Michael, heading to the
door.
"Wait," he told Grace.
She agreed silently and walked outside. Michael took Usagi's hand, then
pulled her close to him.
"Michael?" Usagi whispered, a little puzzled.
"I love you Usagi," he whispered, then let her go.
"I love you too," she smiled as he slipped his hand out of hers.
She was a little puzzled with his behaviour, but it was sweet anyway.
Michael left the room and the door was closed shut. Usagi turned back
to Mamoru and saw him stirring awake.
Was he just imagining it or did he hear Usagi tell Michael that she loved
him? Mamoru felt groggy from the drugs and opened his eyes. He saw Usagi
sitting beside the bed and looking at him with worried eyes. What was
she doing here? He couldn't remember anything.
"How are you feeling?" she asked, smiling.
He smiled back and managed to sit up.
"I'm feeling okay," he told her, his voice almost a whisper.
His lips were dry and cracked. Usagi got up and poured him a glass of water.
She held the glass to his lips as he drank gratefully.
"Thanks."
"That's okay."
Usagi put the glass back on the side table.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, confused.
"Apparently you were asking for me," she told him.
"I was?" he frowned.
Usagi nodded.
"I can't remember much," he groaned.
"It's okay, don't try," Usagi whispered.
She looked at him and remembered the dream. And she remembered how he looked
the same as the little boy in the hospital who couldn't remember anything.
She pushed those thoughts away. She had tried to forget about the dream
before, but she couldn't forget it. It wasn't really a dream because it
happened. It was real.
Michael followed Grace, his mind still thinking about Usagi and Mamoru.
"Being a little dramatic aren't you?" Grace asked him, stopping in front
of an elevator.
Michael looked at her, puzzled, as he snapped out of his thoughts.
"She's not going away to Mars," she laughed lightly.
He still didn't understand what Grace was trying to hint. He figured it
was best to not say much in his efforts to "try and be nice".
"Haybert, I know you're not that stupid... but... Do you actually like
her?"
"Why do you want to know?" he retorted, then realised his niceness didn't
last very long.
"Well I mean, did you really need to tell her you loved her if she's only
going to be staying with Mamoru?"
"I'm not worried about her, it's Mamoru I'm worried about..."
The elevator arrived and the door opened. It was empty and waited patiently
for Michael and Grace to enter. Grace didn't comment any further as she
walked into the elevator and pressed the number 12. Michael leaned on the
side wall and watched the numbers flicker as the elevator rose. They stood
in silence until finally, Michael spoke up.
"I mean he's been asking for her ever since... You'd think he was in love
with her or something.."
"Calm down Haybert," Grace reassured him. "Even if he was, what reason is
there for Usagi to just let him do anything to her? There's a fine line
between patient and... well.. someone who's not a patient."
"You're not your encyclopedia convincing best tonight Grace," Michael grinned.
"Maybe you're just afraid that she'll fall for Mamoru and you'll be left
all alone.. again," she replied, her tone teasing Michael for what
he feared the most.
"I'm so glad you understand," he smiled sarcastically.
The elevator stopped at floor 12, just in time to pause them from their
pre-argument. Grace glanced at Michael.
"You want some company while we wait for her?" she asked, her voice a little
softer and friendly than usual.
"What sort of company?" Michael asked cautiously. "All we ever do is argue."
"Better than arguing with yourself," she grinned, then walked out. "If you
change your mind, you can come to my office."
Michael watched as Grace walked away to her office. He sighed, then turned
around and walked to his room. He felt that somehow it wasn't that they hated
each other, just annoyed each other and pushed the limits of hate. And Grace
could be unpredictable, a little like himself.
Usagi listened as Mamoru told her about when he was younger, dreaming of
flying out into space. But a corner of her mind still held onto the dream
and she wanted to ask, but was afraid. How would she bring it up? And what
if he didn't remember?
"And you know, I thought... this mission was it. Everything I'd done.. And
this was my reward..." he smiled, then his voice faded and so did his smile.
He looked away from her.
"Mamoru... Um.. In your dreams.. The little blonde haired girl," Usagi murmured,
making him turn back to face her.
His eyes looked a little moist, but his expression changed. He looked at her
curiously.
"Did she ever seem familiar?" she asked, her heart beating so fast and so loud
she could hardly hear herself think.
"Familiar?" he asked, his eyed frowning as he tried to remember. "Well... I know
her from somewhere... I think.."
Usagi gulped.
"Why?" Mamoru asked, his gaze fixed onto her.
"Because a few nights ago.. Well, the night that you came back here.. I had this
dream.." she started, then saw Mamoru's eyes widen.
"A dream?" he asked.
"Yes, a dream," she nodded. "And... well.. that little blonde haired girl who's
been in your dreams... That's.. um.. me.."
As the last word left Usagi's lips, she felt her whole body trembling. Mamoru didn't
respond as the words sunk in. He just stared at her. Usagi shifted uncomfortably in
her seat.
"You mean we have met before?" Mamoru whispered, his lips hardly moving from shock
and confusion.
Usagi simply nodded. "We met before.. In a hospital... It must have been after the.."
The word 'accident' didn't come out, because Usagi didn't want to remind him of that.
Mamoru knew he had met her somewhere. She seemed so familiar. The same soft smile,
the same comforting eyes and the same feelings he felt when she spoke to him.
But he was a little puzzled. Why had the princess urged him so much to try and remember?
And who was she?
"Your dreams, Mamoru," Usagi interrupted his thoughts. "What are the rest of the
dreams like?"
Mamoru felt his heart beating a little faster than usual. Usagi still felt somewhat
familiar to him.... She reminded him of someone else... The princess? He frowned.
Usagi watched him. He was deep in thought and seemed to have forgotten her question.
She took his hand and smiled. Mamoru looked at her, his eyes reminding her of that
little boy who seemed so lost and alone.
"I'd like to know what your dreams are about," she whispered softly. "And what they
mean to you.."
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END OF PART SEVEN
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