Disclaimer : I don't own Sailor Moon etc. etc.
A.N. Thanks to Minako chan for harassing me with
chainsaws to get this story finished ^_^;;
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A Stroll Through Your Dream
By Artemis
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PART ELEVEN
Mamoru lay still in the darkness. And emerging from the darkness
came three figures. A little girl, a princess and a young woman.
All three of them had blonde hair, as golden as the sun and all
three had a worried expression on their faces.
"Is he dead?" the little girl sobbed sadly, kneeling to his side.
The princess shook her head, but still looked very anxious.
"It's my fault," the young woman cried, her face looking dark.
"It is no one's fault," the princess smiled reassuringly. "He will
be fine."
The three of them watched Mamoru. The colour from his face was
draining into a pale white. The little girl stepped back into
the darkness and disappeared. The young woman followed.
"It is all up to you, my dearest," the princess whispered, a single
tear falling from her eye. "But I truly wish to meet again..."
And she kissed him gently on his lips, then stepped back into
the darkness.
In the bed, Mamoru lay still without a beat of his heart or a
single breath. But strange as it was, he wasn't dead... His brain
patterns still active as though he should be alive. And Usagi
watched on, hoping that he would wake up. Michael watched her,
concerned. He wasn't quite sure if he wanted to be there seeing
her so torn apart. He was supposed to be worried about Mamoru,
but seeing as he heard the doctors say he would be alive for
another 24 hours, Michael relaxed a little. But when those hours
were up, he didn't know what he would do.
Grace stood outside the room, leaning against the wall. She sighed
and kept looking at her watch. 24 hours until another wave of panic.
The door opened and Michael walked out. He looked emotionless and
dazed. His feet moved about, unstable and he slumped down onto the
ground beside the door.
"Not your day is it?" Grace asked.
Michael didn't reply, but just looked at her.
"How can you act so cool?" he scowled, then got up.
"Because I don't let things get to me, unlike you," she replied.
He gave up and paced away. Grace watched him silently. She kept
fingering her wedding ring.
"I'm going home," Michael told her after a pause. "And I don't
care what you're going to say."
"Have fun..."
Michael ignored his urge to pursue Grace's invitation for an
argument. He was angry already, tired, worried, hurt and he
needed to go home and rest. He walked away, but then turned
around and walked towards her. He wanted to say something, but
nothing came out of his mouth. Grace just watched him calmly.
"If you don't care, what are you doing here?" she asked.
"I don't get it Grace," he let out a deep sigh. "What you said
before to Usagi... What was that?"
"What did I say before to Usagi?" she frowned.
"That thing about her hurting me..."
"Oh, that?" Grace shrugged carelessly. "Decided to be a little
dramatic, your habits are contagious."
"Dra..matic? That's it?" Michael repeated, his eyes dulling.
Grace didn't say another word. He looked at her, but she revealed
nothing to him.
"It sounded genuine to me.." he murmured.
"Don't flatter yourself."
Michael clenched his hand into a fist, then frowned.
"You know what your problem is? You can't be honest!"
"Does being honest ever help?"
"Well at least it lets other people know how you feel!"
Then he stormed off out of the building. Grace sighed.
She kept fingering her ring as she watched him leave.
Usagi looked at Mamoru. His skin was draining colour every hour.
She wondered if he would wake up, if he would ever resume a normal
state. Why had Mamoru suddenly become like this? Because she had
told him she loved Michael, when in fact ever since she had that
dream, it hadn't been the case?
"I'm so sorry Mamoru," she whispered, her voice choked. "I'm sorry.
It's my fault. Please wake up..."
And she stroked his soft hair, reminding her of the little boy who
was lying back in another hospital. Now what had she often done to
help the little boy? She had sung to him, told him funny stories
or listened to his own stories. Things she had done with Mamoru
because she had learned while she was training that patients liked
to have someone with them. But how had she known it would end up
like this?
"Mamoru...." she whispered, hoping he would hear her. "I love you.
Please wake up. Please come back. You can't leave me like this."
She sobbed and buried her face in his arms, feeling no warmth at all.
The darkness creeped up on Mamoru's unconscious body. A light glow
protected him, but every minute it inched closer and closer, engulfing
everything. It turned everything into nothing, into darkness. Out of
the darkness, the princess emerged once more. Her calm composure was
no longer evident and her eyes filled with concern and a hint of fear.
She kneeled beside Mamoru's lifeless body. She placed her thin, pale
hand above his heart and with a quick motion, she pulled out a black,
disfigured rose. The princess cast her eyes sadly to the handsome
face, losing colour.
"Didn't she tell you to hold on, even if it was painful?" the princess
whispered.
The rose started to crumble, its petals falling one by one.
"Can't you hear me?" her voice whispered, shaking.
Her hand touched his cheek and felt his skin was cold. She started
to cry and buried her face in his arms. The rose was clutched in her
fingers, now with only a few petals left.
Mamoru's eyes flickered open. He found himself in complete darkness.
How long had he been here, unconscious? He saw wrinkled, faded rose
petals nearby. Where had they come from? There was also a single,
pearl earring in his hand. The silvery white glow reminded him of
somebody... The princess... He sat up and breathed deeply, feeling
the blood pumping around his body. He felt cold and numb.
The dull tone of the machine picked up a heart rate. Usagi lifted
her head from the bed and turned to the machine. Sure enough, the
red line was moving up and down. She squeezed his hand and felt
a little warmth.
"Mamoru..." she murmured, then touched his cheek.
Then she clutched his hand and held it against her heart.
In the darkness, Mamoru thought he heard somebody call his name.
He must be hearing things. The rose petals had somehow disappeared
and so had the pearl earring. Mamoru heard another sound. Footsteps.
He turned to the sound and saw the little girl.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, confused.
"That's what I came to ask you," she whispered, then walked closer
to him.
The little girl and Mamoru were on the same eye level, her eyes
curiously questioning him.
"I thought I wasn't having these dreams any more? Why are you
still here?" he murmured, unable to escape from her gaze.
"I'm here because she is here too. Right beside you. She always
has been. And don't you remember? I told you that even if it
hurts, don't let it go."
"But she doesn't love me... There isn't any point. I heard her
say it..."
"Sometimes we say things we don't mean..." she smiled.
Mamoru felt her hand on his cheek, but it didn't feel like her
hand at all. It didn't feel like a little girl's hand at all.
Then she kissed his lips, making Mamoru close his eyes. His mind
was whirling and dizzy. Then he thought he heard Usagi's voice
calling his name again..... Was she? He wasn't sure of anything
any more. He felt something changing. As if his body was
somewhere else, shifting. But he was too afraid to open his eyes.
He didn't want to find himself in the darkness again. Nothing
seemed to make sense any more. The hand on his cheek felt so
real and so much like Usagi. And it wasn't a little girl kissing
him, he was sure of that.
Usagi felt Mamoru responding to her kiss and her eyes flickered
open to meet those deep blue eyes that somehow, didn't seem so
sad any more. His hand touched her hand that was on his cheek.
He pulled her away so he could look at her.
"Usagi?" he murmured, sounding a little disorientated.
"It's me," she smiled.
Her heart beat fast and she hugged him to make sure it was all
real and he wasn't just a dream.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"I'm feeling fine..." he whispered.
Then he smiled.
"I'm sorry Mamoru.. I'm so sorry," Usagi murmured softly.
"Sorry about what?"
"Sometimes I say things I don't mean," she cried, tears suddenly
falling from her smiling eyes. "I love you Mamoru.... And I'm so
glad you're okay."
He smiled, remembering the little girl saying it.
I can't remember why
I chose to say goodbye
I ended up too high
But never learned to fly
So coming down I'm very thankful
... you were there
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THE END
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The passage is lyrics from Delerium's song Wisdom ^_^ It's a
nice image song for this fic I think.... *sighs dreamily*
I love the lyrics in this song... wait, I just love this song
full stop ^_^ Anyway, here's happy ending so you can sleep in
peace without chasing me around with a chainsaw and whip *ahem*
*hint hint* Minako chan...
A.N. Thanks to Minako chan for harassing me with
chainsaws to get this story finished ^_^;;
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A Stroll Through Your Dream
By Artemis
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PART ELEVEN
Mamoru lay still in the darkness. And emerging from the darkness
came three figures. A little girl, a princess and a young woman.
All three of them had blonde hair, as golden as the sun and all
three had a worried expression on their faces.
"Is he dead?" the little girl sobbed sadly, kneeling to his side.
The princess shook her head, but still looked very anxious.
"It's my fault," the young woman cried, her face looking dark.
"It is no one's fault," the princess smiled reassuringly. "He will
be fine."
The three of them watched Mamoru. The colour from his face was
draining into a pale white. The little girl stepped back into
the darkness and disappeared. The young woman followed.
"It is all up to you, my dearest," the princess whispered, a single
tear falling from her eye. "But I truly wish to meet again..."
And she kissed him gently on his lips, then stepped back into
the darkness.
In the bed, Mamoru lay still without a beat of his heart or a
single breath. But strange as it was, he wasn't dead... His brain
patterns still active as though he should be alive. And Usagi
watched on, hoping that he would wake up. Michael watched her,
concerned. He wasn't quite sure if he wanted to be there seeing
her so torn apart. He was supposed to be worried about Mamoru,
but seeing as he heard the doctors say he would be alive for
another 24 hours, Michael relaxed a little. But when those hours
were up, he didn't know what he would do.
Grace stood outside the room, leaning against the wall. She sighed
and kept looking at her watch. 24 hours until another wave of panic.
The door opened and Michael walked out. He looked emotionless and
dazed. His feet moved about, unstable and he slumped down onto the
ground beside the door.
"Not your day is it?" Grace asked.
Michael didn't reply, but just looked at her.
"How can you act so cool?" he scowled, then got up.
"Because I don't let things get to me, unlike you," she replied.
He gave up and paced away. Grace watched him silently. She kept
fingering her wedding ring.
"I'm going home," Michael told her after a pause. "And I don't
care what you're going to say."
"Have fun..."
Michael ignored his urge to pursue Grace's invitation for an
argument. He was angry already, tired, worried, hurt and he
needed to go home and rest. He walked away, but then turned
around and walked towards her. He wanted to say something, but
nothing came out of his mouth. Grace just watched him calmly.
"If you don't care, what are you doing here?" she asked.
"I don't get it Grace," he let out a deep sigh. "What you said
before to Usagi... What was that?"
"What did I say before to Usagi?" she frowned.
"That thing about her hurting me..."
"Oh, that?" Grace shrugged carelessly. "Decided to be a little
dramatic, your habits are contagious."
"Dra..matic? That's it?" Michael repeated, his eyes dulling.
Grace didn't say another word. He looked at her, but she revealed
nothing to him.
"It sounded genuine to me.." he murmured.
"Don't flatter yourself."
Michael clenched his hand into a fist, then frowned.
"You know what your problem is? You can't be honest!"
"Does being honest ever help?"
"Well at least it lets other people know how you feel!"
Then he stormed off out of the building. Grace sighed.
She kept fingering her ring as she watched him leave.
Usagi looked at Mamoru. His skin was draining colour every hour.
She wondered if he would wake up, if he would ever resume a normal
state. Why had Mamoru suddenly become like this? Because she had
told him she loved Michael, when in fact ever since she had that
dream, it hadn't been the case?
"I'm so sorry Mamoru," she whispered, her voice choked. "I'm sorry.
It's my fault. Please wake up..."
And she stroked his soft hair, reminding her of the little boy who
was lying back in another hospital. Now what had she often done to
help the little boy? She had sung to him, told him funny stories
or listened to his own stories. Things she had done with Mamoru
because she had learned while she was training that patients liked
to have someone with them. But how had she known it would end up
like this?
"Mamoru...." she whispered, hoping he would hear her. "I love you.
Please wake up. Please come back. You can't leave me like this."
She sobbed and buried her face in his arms, feeling no warmth at all.
The darkness creeped up on Mamoru's unconscious body. A light glow
protected him, but every minute it inched closer and closer, engulfing
everything. It turned everything into nothing, into darkness. Out of
the darkness, the princess emerged once more. Her calm composure was
no longer evident and her eyes filled with concern and a hint of fear.
She kneeled beside Mamoru's lifeless body. She placed her thin, pale
hand above his heart and with a quick motion, she pulled out a black,
disfigured rose. The princess cast her eyes sadly to the handsome
face, losing colour.
"Didn't she tell you to hold on, even if it was painful?" the princess
whispered.
The rose started to crumble, its petals falling one by one.
"Can't you hear me?" her voice whispered, shaking.
Her hand touched his cheek and felt his skin was cold. She started
to cry and buried her face in his arms. The rose was clutched in her
fingers, now with only a few petals left.
Mamoru's eyes flickered open. He found himself in complete darkness.
How long had he been here, unconscious? He saw wrinkled, faded rose
petals nearby. Where had they come from? There was also a single,
pearl earring in his hand. The silvery white glow reminded him of
somebody... The princess... He sat up and breathed deeply, feeling
the blood pumping around his body. He felt cold and numb.
The dull tone of the machine picked up a heart rate. Usagi lifted
her head from the bed and turned to the machine. Sure enough, the
red line was moving up and down. She squeezed his hand and felt
a little warmth.
"Mamoru..." she murmured, then touched his cheek.
Then she clutched his hand and held it against her heart.
In the darkness, Mamoru thought he heard somebody call his name.
He must be hearing things. The rose petals had somehow disappeared
and so had the pearl earring. Mamoru heard another sound. Footsteps.
He turned to the sound and saw the little girl.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, confused.
"That's what I came to ask you," she whispered, then walked closer
to him.
The little girl and Mamoru were on the same eye level, her eyes
curiously questioning him.
"I thought I wasn't having these dreams any more? Why are you
still here?" he murmured, unable to escape from her gaze.
"I'm here because she is here too. Right beside you. She always
has been. And don't you remember? I told you that even if it
hurts, don't let it go."
"But she doesn't love me... There isn't any point. I heard her
say it..."
"Sometimes we say things we don't mean..." she smiled.
Mamoru felt her hand on his cheek, but it didn't feel like her
hand at all. It didn't feel like a little girl's hand at all.
Then she kissed his lips, making Mamoru close his eyes. His mind
was whirling and dizzy. Then he thought he heard Usagi's voice
calling his name again..... Was she? He wasn't sure of anything
any more. He felt something changing. As if his body was
somewhere else, shifting. But he was too afraid to open his eyes.
He didn't want to find himself in the darkness again. Nothing
seemed to make sense any more. The hand on his cheek felt so
real and so much like Usagi. And it wasn't a little girl kissing
him, he was sure of that.
Usagi felt Mamoru responding to her kiss and her eyes flickered
open to meet those deep blue eyes that somehow, didn't seem so
sad any more. His hand touched her hand that was on his cheek.
He pulled her away so he could look at her.
"Usagi?" he murmured, sounding a little disorientated.
"It's me," she smiled.
Her heart beat fast and she hugged him to make sure it was all
real and he wasn't just a dream.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"I'm feeling fine..." he whispered.
Then he smiled.
"I'm sorry Mamoru.. I'm so sorry," Usagi murmured softly.
"Sorry about what?"
"Sometimes I say things I don't mean," she cried, tears suddenly
falling from her smiling eyes. "I love you Mamoru.... And I'm so
glad you're okay."
He smiled, remembering the little girl saying it.
I can't remember why
I chose to say goodbye
I ended up too high
But never learned to fly
So coming down I'm very thankful
... you were there
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THE END
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The passage is lyrics from Delerium's song Wisdom ^_^ It's a
nice image song for this fic I think.... *sighs dreamily*
I love the lyrics in this song... wait, I just love this song
full stop ^_^ Anyway, here's happy ending so you can sleep in
peace without chasing me around with a chainsaw and whip *ahem*
*hint hint* Minako chan...