Title: Roses
Author: Lisa
Chapter: 1
Rating: G
Author's Notes:
Hi everyone! Here's chapter 1! I hope you are enjoying this so far, and that it's not boring. Do you think I do badly in writing in other's p.o.v? Please tell me so I can decide if I want to write like this in the future. Thanks to everyone who has read my stories, and the people who has been kind enough to post my stories on their sites. Please note that I do add more scenes than the regular episodes. I think you will enjoy them, though.(The episodes describe so little of their relationship. That's why I write fan fiction.) Enjoy!
Disclaimers: Sailor Moon and the others don't belong to me, but this story does.
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The next few days went by quickly. Like a blur. I didn't know what was happening; with the dreams, and the sudden blackouts...I shudder to recall all that has happened recently. I didn't see much of Usagi or Sailor Moon, but of course my dream princess would naturally appear in my dreams every night. Not that I mind or anything...
But I missed seeing Usagi around. He bubbly laughter, he bright smiles, even her clumsiness.
I went to bed that night thinking about Usagi. Boy, she occupied my time more than I thought she would. I closed my eyes, wondering what it would be like to feel her soft pink lips again mine. Smiling widely, I turned around in the bed, hugging the sheets like it was Usagi I was hugging instead of it. Then, I felt something. I followed my instinct, and transforming into Tuxedo Kamen, ran blindly.
Sure enough, there was Sailor Moon, being attacked by a evil general sent by Queen Beryl. I was careful to make my appearance. The element of surprise is my speciality. Seeing Sailor Moon helpless to defeat him, I threw my trademark rose between them. I see Sailor Moon looking up, and I could see her bright blue eyes filled with relief, even in the dim light of an lamppost.
"Tuxedo Kamen, you're here!" She calls out to me. Her voice warms my heart. I'm glad to be her savior. To have her trust me...it's wonderful.
He leaves, and leave too, after giving Sailor Moon a few words of encouragement. I go home.
Jumping onto the balcony with one leap, and opening the glass door, I slip inside. Sitting on the sofa, I look around my small but tidy somewhat well-furnished apartment. I see roses everywhere. A vase of roses sits on the coffee table. There is another by the t.v. The fragrance of roses fill the air. Why? Why do I feel connected to them somehow? A bond...it's weird. Somehow, I feel roses will always be a part of me. Part of who I am. Of who I will be.
Shaking my head, I think, that's impossible. I just like them, that's all.
My focus goes back to Usagi. I wish we were getting along. Of course she despises my very existence; my very being. At least that's what I thought.
I touch my lips, remembering the kiss I shared with my angel. Her warm, sweet lips. So soft...I want more. But who was she? I kissed her, but didn't know who she was. Her hair was in 'meatballs'. Her features resembled those of my princess, Usagi, and Sailor Moon. Those three. I wonder, does my princess, who I long to see her face, Usagi, who I long to get along with, and Sailor Moon, whom I protect, all have something in common? Besides the hair? (AN: I mean, beside the obvious.) How come every time I meet with them, I would feel strange. Like I have a connection with each and one of them. Like I shared a bond with them in another life...
Yawning silently, I drifted to sleep on the sofa.
The next morning I was walking down the street normally, like I always do on a Saturday. And with a normal walk always came a usual bump into each other with Usagi. To tell you the truth, I was really looking forward to see her again. I missed her. Sure enough, there she was, walking down the streets innocently. But this time, I didn't bump into her.
"Hi, Usagi. Nice day, huh?" I asked casually, mentally chuckling as her eyes went as wide as saucers. She stood there, looking at me very weirdly. Smiling widely, I wave my hands in front of her face, breaking her out of her tranced state.
"Uh, Mamoru-ba...uh, Mamoru-san, you okay?" Her bright blue eyes immediately filled with worry. She put a hand to my forehead, assuming I was sick or out of my mind or something. Well, it was a little weird, since after all the insulting and bad comments we gave each other in the past...you know.
I shiver slightly at her touch. Her hand was so incredibly warm, therefore sending shivers all through my back. Her touch felt so familiar, why? All of a sudden, a memory hits. I see a girl in a fancy dress hugging a guy in armor. What? The question rang in my head as I silently screamed the word.
"Uh, Mamoru, hello...Mamoru...yoo-hoo." Now it was Usagi's turn to wave her hands in front of my face. "Huh?" I snap out of it, and shook my head to clear it.
"Uh, you okay?" She asked, once again her eyes were filled with concern.
I smile reassuringly. "I'm fine, no problem. Where are you headed? The arcade?" Knowing Usagi, I knew she would say yes. After all, she loves to go to the arcade to see Motoki, her not so secret crush. All of her warm, bright smiles are reserved for him, and all the glares and cold looks are saved for me only. I resent that, and am bound to change it if it's the last thing I do.
"Yeah, I am. Want to come with me? I mean if you're heading there yourself." She looked down, a little embarrassed. I don't blame her. After all, she was used to the mean me, not the kind me. I can assure you, many people don't get to see that side of me. I guess that's a little weird, but that's me.
Happy that she was friendly in a way, I agreed wholeheartedly. I mean if a girl you secretly liked asked you to go with her, would you refuse? I didn't think so. "Sure, I be happy to Usagi." I tell her.
We walked silently, having nothing to say to each other. Anyone could tell we weren't exactly comfortable. I sure wasn't. Does she hate me, or not. I could hear a nagging voice in the back of my mind, yelling at me to ask her. So I did. "Usagi, I have to ask you something."
She looks up, not saying anything. I see her nod slightly, and continued. "Uh...do you...you know...hate me?" I just had to ask.
I see her giving me a surprised look. Guess she wasn't expecting that one.
"Uh...Mamoru...well I...of course I don't hate you." She stared me straight in the eye. "Of course it would be better if you stopped teasing me so much."
Relief washed over me. "I'll try." After that, well...let's just say the conservation got better. I knew Usagi felt more comfortable since she talked nonstop, which is perfectly fine with me, or course. It's good not to be yelling at each other for once.
We reached the arcade, much to my disappointment. That would mean Usagi would forget I even existed, and go talk with Motoki. Oh well. Better luck next time I guess.
So I sat there, alone, I might add, watching Usagi and Motoki talk and laugh. Jealousy boiled up quickly. Wait...jealousy? I was jealous of Motoki? My best friend? Uh, maybe a little.
At least me and Usagi were not at each other's throats...with that thought in mind, I left the arcade hoping to bump into Usagi again. Besides, I needed some time to sort out my thoughts. The flashback I had seen was scary but...familiar somehow. What's wrong with me? Why can't I figure my life out? I hate the fact that my life is a complete mystery. I hate that I don't even have a slightest clue of my past. But I promised myself I will figure it out...someday.
I walk to the park by myself. The park always helps calm me down. All the couples snuggling up to each other...makes me so envious...envious to find my own love in the future. To be loved; to me, that's the best give anyone could ever give me. Ever since I was little, the emotion meant nothing to me. But now, it has a significant meaning in my heart. And I will find my love, no matter what it takes.
Leaning against the railing, I look over the lake. The waters gently lapping the sandy shores. To the corner of my eye, I see a happy family. How I wish I had a happy family. I don't remember my family. All the thanks goes to the amnesia I had. The doctors told me that I was the only survivor of the horrid car crash. My parents died in the crash, but I survived.
Sometimes I wonder...wonder if I survived for a purpose. Like I had a mission...a destiny to fulfill here on Earth. But I wonder when I will find out what my destiny is...who I really am.
Is my dream princess connected to this whole scenario? Is Sailor Moon? Is Usagi? No, Usagi can't be. She's just an innocent girl...right?
*Few Days Later*
I had that dream again. My princess asking for me to bring her the crystal. She calls me Tuxedo Kamen. Is that who I am? I had considered it before, that he was indeed my alter ego. I believed it was true, but was never sure. I will find out...soon. Very soon. I feel it.
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Well, there's chapter 1! I'm really sorry for its shortness. Now, when I said I was adding scenes to my story, that's true, but I'm not just going to do that. I'm going to totally change the episodes' format, and make my own, using it was my guide. Now some chapters will follow closely to the episodes itself, but some will be totally different. Now, I hope that cleared up any confusion. Thanks for everyone who e-mailed me on this story. Keep them coming! It will help me write faster! Please send me all comments and suggestions to LisaZUMstories@aol.com. Thanks!
This story written and posted January,2001.
Author: Lisa
Chapter: 1
Rating: G
Author's Notes:
Hi everyone! Here's chapter 1! I hope you are enjoying this so far, and that it's not boring. Do you think I do badly in writing in other's p.o.v? Please tell me so I can decide if I want to write like this in the future. Thanks to everyone who has read my stories, and the people who has been kind enough to post my stories on their sites. Please note that I do add more scenes than the regular episodes. I think you will enjoy them, though.(The episodes describe so little of their relationship. That's why I write fan fiction.) Enjoy!
Disclaimers: Sailor Moon and the others don't belong to me, but this story does.
*******************************************************************
The next few days went by quickly. Like a blur. I didn't know what was happening; with the dreams, and the sudden blackouts...I shudder to recall all that has happened recently. I didn't see much of Usagi or Sailor Moon, but of course my dream princess would naturally appear in my dreams every night. Not that I mind or anything...
But I missed seeing Usagi around. He bubbly laughter, he bright smiles, even her clumsiness.
I went to bed that night thinking about Usagi. Boy, she occupied my time more than I thought she would. I closed my eyes, wondering what it would be like to feel her soft pink lips again mine. Smiling widely, I turned around in the bed, hugging the sheets like it was Usagi I was hugging instead of it. Then, I felt something. I followed my instinct, and transforming into Tuxedo Kamen, ran blindly.
Sure enough, there was Sailor Moon, being attacked by a evil general sent by Queen Beryl. I was careful to make my appearance. The element of surprise is my speciality. Seeing Sailor Moon helpless to defeat him, I threw my trademark rose between them. I see Sailor Moon looking up, and I could see her bright blue eyes filled with relief, even in the dim light of an lamppost.
"Tuxedo Kamen, you're here!" She calls out to me. Her voice warms my heart. I'm glad to be her savior. To have her trust me...it's wonderful.
He leaves, and leave too, after giving Sailor Moon a few words of encouragement. I go home.
Jumping onto the balcony with one leap, and opening the glass door, I slip inside. Sitting on the sofa, I look around my small but tidy somewhat well-furnished apartment. I see roses everywhere. A vase of roses sits on the coffee table. There is another by the t.v. The fragrance of roses fill the air. Why? Why do I feel connected to them somehow? A bond...it's weird. Somehow, I feel roses will always be a part of me. Part of who I am. Of who I will be.
Shaking my head, I think, that's impossible. I just like them, that's all.
My focus goes back to Usagi. I wish we were getting along. Of course she despises my very existence; my very being. At least that's what I thought.
I touch my lips, remembering the kiss I shared with my angel. Her warm, sweet lips. So soft...I want more. But who was she? I kissed her, but didn't know who she was. Her hair was in 'meatballs'. Her features resembled those of my princess, Usagi, and Sailor Moon. Those three. I wonder, does my princess, who I long to see her face, Usagi, who I long to get along with, and Sailor Moon, whom I protect, all have something in common? Besides the hair? (AN: I mean, beside the obvious.) How come every time I meet with them, I would feel strange. Like I have a connection with each and one of them. Like I shared a bond with them in another life...
Yawning silently, I drifted to sleep on the sofa.
The next morning I was walking down the street normally, like I always do on a Saturday. And with a normal walk always came a usual bump into each other with Usagi. To tell you the truth, I was really looking forward to see her again. I missed her. Sure enough, there she was, walking down the streets innocently. But this time, I didn't bump into her.
"Hi, Usagi. Nice day, huh?" I asked casually, mentally chuckling as her eyes went as wide as saucers. She stood there, looking at me very weirdly. Smiling widely, I wave my hands in front of her face, breaking her out of her tranced state.
"Uh, Mamoru-ba...uh, Mamoru-san, you okay?" Her bright blue eyes immediately filled with worry. She put a hand to my forehead, assuming I was sick or out of my mind or something. Well, it was a little weird, since after all the insulting and bad comments we gave each other in the past...you know.
I shiver slightly at her touch. Her hand was so incredibly warm, therefore sending shivers all through my back. Her touch felt so familiar, why? All of a sudden, a memory hits. I see a girl in a fancy dress hugging a guy in armor. What? The question rang in my head as I silently screamed the word.
"Uh, Mamoru, hello...Mamoru...yoo-hoo." Now it was Usagi's turn to wave her hands in front of my face. "Huh?" I snap out of it, and shook my head to clear it.
"Uh, you okay?" She asked, once again her eyes were filled with concern.
I smile reassuringly. "I'm fine, no problem. Where are you headed? The arcade?" Knowing Usagi, I knew she would say yes. After all, she loves to go to the arcade to see Motoki, her not so secret crush. All of her warm, bright smiles are reserved for him, and all the glares and cold looks are saved for me only. I resent that, and am bound to change it if it's the last thing I do.
"Yeah, I am. Want to come with me? I mean if you're heading there yourself." She looked down, a little embarrassed. I don't blame her. After all, she was used to the mean me, not the kind me. I can assure you, many people don't get to see that side of me. I guess that's a little weird, but that's me.
Happy that she was friendly in a way, I agreed wholeheartedly. I mean if a girl you secretly liked asked you to go with her, would you refuse? I didn't think so. "Sure, I be happy to Usagi." I tell her.
We walked silently, having nothing to say to each other. Anyone could tell we weren't exactly comfortable. I sure wasn't. Does she hate me, or not. I could hear a nagging voice in the back of my mind, yelling at me to ask her. So I did. "Usagi, I have to ask you something."
She looks up, not saying anything. I see her nod slightly, and continued. "Uh...do you...you know...hate me?" I just had to ask.
I see her giving me a surprised look. Guess she wasn't expecting that one.
"Uh...Mamoru...well I...of course I don't hate you." She stared me straight in the eye. "Of course it would be better if you stopped teasing me so much."
Relief washed over me. "I'll try." After that, well...let's just say the conservation got better. I knew Usagi felt more comfortable since she talked nonstop, which is perfectly fine with me, or course. It's good not to be yelling at each other for once.
We reached the arcade, much to my disappointment. That would mean Usagi would forget I even existed, and go talk with Motoki. Oh well. Better luck next time I guess.
So I sat there, alone, I might add, watching Usagi and Motoki talk and laugh. Jealousy boiled up quickly. Wait...jealousy? I was jealous of Motoki? My best friend? Uh, maybe a little.
At least me and Usagi were not at each other's throats...with that thought in mind, I left the arcade hoping to bump into Usagi again. Besides, I needed some time to sort out my thoughts. The flashback I had seen was scary but...familiar somehow. What's wrong with me? Why can't I figure my life out? I hate the fact that my life is a complete mystery. I hate that I don't even have a slightest clue of my past. But I promised myself I will figure it out...someday.
I walk to the park by myself. The park always helps calm me down. All the couples snuggling up to each other...makes me so envious...envious to find my own love in the future. To be loved; to me, that's the best give anyone could ever give me. Ever since I was little, the emotion meant nothing to me. But now, it has a significant meaning in my heart. And I will find my love, no matter what it takes.
Leaning against the railing, I look over the lake. The waters gently lapping the sandy shores. To the corner of my eye, I see a happy family. How I wish I had a happy family. I don't remember my family. All the thanks goes to the amnesia I had. The doctors told me that I was the only survivor of the horrid car crash. My parents died in the crash, but I survived.
Sometimes I wonder...wonder if I survived for a purpose. Like I had a mission...a destiny to fulfill here on Earth. But I wonder when I will find out what my destiny is...who I really am.
Is my dream princess connected to this whole scenario? Is Sailor Moon? Is Usagi? No, Usagi can't be. She's just an innocent girl...right?
*Few Days Later*
I had that dream again. My princess asking for me to bring her the crystal. She calls me Tuxedo Kamen. Is that who I am? I had considered it before, that he was indeed my alter ego. I believed it was true, but was never sure. I will find out...soon. Very soon. I feel it.
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Well, there's chapter 1! I'm really sorry for its shortness. Now, when I said I was adding scenes to my story, that's true, but I'm not just going to do that. I'm going to totally change the episodes' format, and make my own, using it was my guide. Now some chapters will follow closely to the episodes itself, but some will be totally different. Now, I hope that cleared up any confusion. Thanks for everyone who e-mailed me on this story. Keep them coming! It will help me write faster! Please send me all comments and suggestions to LisaZUMstories@aol.com. Thanks!
This story written and posted January,2001.