Title: Roses
Author: Lisa
Chapter: 3
Rating: G
Author's Notes:
Hi everyone! I'm back with chapter 3! Once again, this chapter is very short. Hope everyone will enjoy. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed my stories, or sent me an e-mail concerning it. I wonder how many chapters this story is... Please review my stories, or send me an e-mail; it will enable me to know how you feel about my writing, and how to improve it, since I'm still somewhat new to writing. (Started sometime in October, 2000.) Well, on to the story! This is a spoiler fic.
Disclaimers: Sailor Moon and the others don't belong to me, but this story does.
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The sun shone brightly. Another day had begun. "There are seven crystals?" I ask myself. Seven...I wonder if I'll ever get all of them. My princess...she's so close...but I can never touch her or free her...without the crystals. My princess is counting on me...I can't let her down.
That night, the enemy attacked again. I went to the battlesight, only to find to crystal was in the hands of not the enemy but the senshi. Well, what was I supposed to do? I knew the senshi didn't trust me fully...except Sailor Moon...but that's a different story. What would they think of me if I asked them for the crystal? They'd probably think I was the enemy. Can't do that.
Then the picture of my princess flashed into my mind. How she was excepting me to bring her the crystals. How they might lead me to my past...I can't do this. I don't want to be disloyal to my princess...but then what would Sailor Moon think?
The inner turmoil in my mind and heart grew. Like a battle was raging inside of me. Oh, how I wanted to just go over there, and take the crystal. What do I do?
I resisted the unbelievably strong urge to go over there. "I'll get it next time." I promised silently, leaving the senshi with the crystal. I felt horrible for betraying my princess...but it needed to be done.
***
"Tuxedo Kamen, find me the crystals, please...they mean life or death if in the wrong hands...please find them quickly." My princess was in my dreams again, begging for the crystals.
It was hard to complete my mission; the enemies are so fast, strong. But I will try my best for my princess, for she means so much to me, though I don't know her true identity, nor can I see the delicate hidden features of her face.
(AN: Does my story make the days go by quickly? Just wondering... Um...Rei and Mamoru never dated okay? I didn't like the idea that he dated her...not that I hate Rei or anything...)
Morning came, and with that, a new day began. Who knew that today will be a day that will be forever branded in my memories...in a good way, not bad.
The usual trip to the arcade was going to be made. I wanted to see Usagi again, bad. With everything going on in my life, it was amazing how Usagi can made me forget about my issues...well at least for a little while. She's always so kind and giving...
To my disappointment, Usagi wasn't there today. Yes, I was disappointed. Walking silently down the sidewalk, I found myself stopping to look at a portrait of a beautiful girl, and a masked man hung up on a small café shop window. The portrait was so...vivid...so enchanting. I found that I was staring at it now. It seemed to familiar.
Then, I realized who it resembled, my dream princess, Usagi, and Sailor Moon. I felt something towards the painting, I don't know what though. Just such a wonderful feeling. I pressed my hands against the cold glass, my eyes observing the painting carefully, not missing a detail. Oh, the beauty of the painting surely overcome all others that I've seen. But what I'd like to know is where she got the idea for such an unique hairstyle! I wonder who the artist is...I would really like to meet her...
As I backed away from the glass window, not watching where I was going, I bumped into a young lady. She lost her glasses, and searched around for it frantically, me apologizing profusely. She put one her glasses, and smiled a little, telling me it was alright.
Suddenly, her eyes went wide for some unknown reason. She gasped sharply, leaving me confused.She let out a squeal, like she had found something. And finally, she spoke.
"It's you! Wow!" She examined me more closely. "You're perfect." She stated finally.
"Huh?" Now I was totally confused. What in the world was this lady doing? I wonder...an I missing something here. I gave her a weird look, thinking maybe she bumped her head.
"Miss, daijabu? Gomen nasai for not watching where I was going." She smiled widely. "Oh, you know...I glad I did bump into you. You'll be perfect for my painting!" Now, I was about to go nuts. A painting? She wants me to model for a painting? No way...who knows who's going to be modeling with me...
"Mamoru-baka, trying to get a girl, are you?" Ah, yes. Good old Usagi came along, right on time, teasing me again, like usual. Will things ever change for us?
"Odango, no....I'm not trying to get a...how could you think that?" I asked her.
She simply giggled, pointing at her arm which was at the moment linked with mine. And wait, when did it get there?
"It's not what you think, Odango Atama." I tried, no one can't say I didn't try to convince her.
She stared at me strangely. "Sure, Mamoru-san...whatever." Apparently, she didn't believe me.
I sighed. Ooh, this was not going well. Well, goodbye to any chance good relationship.
"Come on. We have work to do." I had forgot the young lady was standing there...oops.
"Mamoru-baka, who is that?" Usagi looked intently at the artist.
The artist gasped. "Oh, you're perfect too, Miss. Just what I needed! Come on both of you." She began to drag me away. Usagi, at this point was very confused. "Um...excuse me Miss, but where are we going?" Usagi wasn't about to go anywhere. She shook her head slightly. "No, gomen, but I'm not going anywhere until I know what is going on!" Usagi was always the careful type, wasn't she?
"Oh, gomen nasai for not telling you sooner. Can you please model a painting for me?" Her eyes held a begging glint in them. I look over at Usagi, who seemed like she wasn't going to agree. Should I? I thought it over for a little while. Let's see, me and Usagi are going to both be models for her painting...wait a minute! Usagi and I both? We're going to be modeling together. It seemed like my brain just started working at that second. Usagi...me...together...good opportunity to get to know each other... That seemed like a good idea.
"Sure." I agreed wholeheartedly. And what do you know? Usagi did too...well not so wholeheartedly though...more like reluctantly.
"When can we start?" I was eager for this chance to be with Usagi. Probably the best chance I'll ever have.
We walked to her house silently, only the soft sound of our shoes were heard. Once we reached her house, the artist went right to work getting us drinks and organizing her things together.
I looked around the house. Neat and tidy, nice furnishings. Looks like a normal house to me. Usagi was standing by the window, happy as usual. Her eyes were shining with excitement as she admired the beautiful flowers. The flowers were beautiful...I'd have to admit...but there was someone else that was more than beautiful than the flowers in the garden. Someone who doesn't have the slightest clue I feel that towards her. (AN: Can you guess who she is?)
I sat down on the couch, the artist putting drinks on the table. Next, she put a cushion next to me, asking for Usagi to sit down. Apparently, there was a problem. If I knew Usagi, she wouldn't sit by me if her life depended on it! Okay, maybe she will, but the point is that she wouldn't sit by me if it was her choice.
"Excuse me...but did you say I was going to sit..." She pointed towards the cushion my me. "...there?" Her face was twisted in an unreadable expression, probably regret that she agreed to came here in the first place. Boy, do we have a long way to go before we can actually get along.
Well, I wasn't about to sit there and do nothing. "Maybe I should leave." I didn't want to really, but Usagi wasn't going to agree to this, so...there was no other way.
"Iie! Please don't, please? My painting will be a success if you can just stay for a few minutes. I...I draw fast...and..."
She looked so sad, I couldn't say no. I sat down again, feeling very uncomfortable. But let's just say things went better. Usagi walked slowly towards the couch, and eventually sat down beside me.
I snuck a small glance at Usagi. She looked beautiful, as always. She looked like she wasn't going to talk to me though. Maybe I should start the conversation...
"Usagi...so...how's everything?" Lame. That was the only word I could think of then. What was I talking about? I sighed.
"Fine." She replied back after a few minutes. "And how are things going for you?" She turned her head slightly.
"Uh...fine." Silence. The whole room was silent. The buzzing sound of a fly was heard. I glanced over at the artist. She seemed oblivious to the world around her, just pouring her whole heart and soul to that one piece of art.
"This is not working." I thought silently. "Well, if nothing works, always try the direct approach. Say what you're thinking." And that's what I did...sort of.
"Usagi..why do you hate me?" That question had been lurking in my mind for some time now. I always wondered why we hated each other. How this whole 'I hate you, you hate me' thing started. But I don't hate her. Never have, never will. What does she feel though? To her, am I just some guy who constantly teases and insults her. I hope not. "Oh Usagi." I whispered softly so that she wouldn't be able to hear.
Usagi, hearing his question, coughed a little, followed by a clearing of her throat. "Mam....Mamoru, I don't hate you. Yes, it's true that I don't like you all that much...but I don't hate you...I don't hate anyone." She smiled slightly. "But I do understand why you would think that. I mean, it's not like we've actually gotten along. But you know what, I think we should stop teasing each other. I don't know about you...but I've had enough. Can't we get along?"
I nodded. So she didn't hate me. But she didn't like me either. Oh well, at least she doesn't hate me. "Usagi, we can try. But I know sometimes I just can't help myself." I grinned. Okay, now we're getting somewhere. We were getting along.
"Great! That's fine with me!" She beamed.
"Please stop moving...don't worry...the sketch is almost finished."
"Gomen nasai." Usagi and I mumbled at the same time. Inside my heart, I was content. Usagi and I were not going to tease each other anymore...what else might happen? Perhaps even an relationship? Only time will tell...
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Well, there's chapter 3! Sorry it took so long for me to write it. I'm so sorry for its shortness. I promise the next chapter will be much longer! Alright, I seem to have a small problem...so I'll try to clear it. If you're reading my story at fanfiction.net, then I have something to say. If you're not, then this will not apply to you and you have nothing to worry about. Okay, if you're not signed in, or logged on at fanfiction.net, write a review for any of my stories, and give your e-mail address, I will assume that you want me to reply to your review. If you don't want me to reply to your review, please don't give me the address. It will save a lot of time, and people won't receive unwanted replies. If you're signed in, then I won't reply to your review, unless you put in that you want me to. Okay, hope that cleared up any confusion. Please send all comments and suggestions to LisaZUMstories@aol.com. Thanks for reading!
This story written and posted January, 2001.
Author: Lisa
Chapter: 3
Rating: G
Author's Notes:
Hi everyone! I'm back with chapter 3! Once again, this chapter is very short. Hope everyone will enjoy. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed my stories, or sent me an e-mail concerning it. I wonder how many chapters this story is... Please review my stories, or send me an e-mail; it will enable me to know how you feel about my writing, and how to improve it, since I'm still somewhat new to writing. (Started sometime in October, 2000.) Well, on to the story! This is a spoiler fic.
Disclaimers: Sailor Moon and the others don't belong to me, but this story does.
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The sun shone brightly. Another day had begun. "There are seven crystals?" I ask myself. Seven...I wonder if I'll ever get all of them. My princess...she's so close...but I can never touch her or free her...without the crystals. My princess is counting on me...I can't let her down.
That night, the enemy attacked again. I went to the battlesight, only to find to crystal was in the hands of not the enemy but the senshi. Well, what was I supposed to do? I knew the senshi didn't trust me fully...except Sailor Moon...but that's a different story. What would they think of me if I asked them for the crystal? They'd probably think I was the enemy. Can't do that.
Then the picture of my princess flashed into my mind. How she was excepting me to bring her the crystals. How they might lead me to my past...I can't do this. I don't want to be disloyal to my princess...but then what would Sailor Moon think?
The inner turmoil in my mind and heart grew. Like a battle was raging inside of me. Oh, how I wanted to just go over there, and take the crystal. What do I do?
I resisted the unbelievably strong urge to go over there. "I'll get it next time." I promised silently, leaving the senshi with the crystal. I felt horrible for betraying my princess...but it needed to be done.
***
"Tuxedo Kamen, find me the crystals, please...they mean life or death if in the wrong hands...please find them quickly." My princess was in my dreams again, begging for the crystals.
It was hard to complete my mission; the enemies are so fast, strong. But I will try my best for my princess, for she means so much to me, though I don't know her true identity, nor can I see the delicate hidden features of her face.
(AN: Does my story make the days go by quickly? Just wondering... Um...Rei and Mamoru never dated okay? I didn't like the idea that he dated her...not that I hate Rei or anything...)
Morning came, and with that, a new day began. Who knew that today will be a day that will be forever branded in my memories...in a good way, not bad.
The usual trip to the arcade was going to be made. I wanted to see Usagi again, bad. With everything going on in my life, it was amazing how Usagi can made me forget about my issues...well at least for a little while. She's always so kind and giving...
To my disappointment, Usagi wasn't there today. Yes, I was disappointed. Walking silently down the sidewalk, I found myself stopping to look at a portrait of a beautiful girl, and a masked man hung up on a small café shop window. The portrait was so...vivid...so enchanting. I found that I was staring at it now. It seemed to familiar.
Then, I realized who it resembled, my dream princess, Usagi, and Sailor Moon. I felt something towards the painting, I don't know what though. Just such a wonderful feeling. I pressed my hands against the cold glass, my eyes observing the painting carefully, not missing a detail. Oh, the beauty of the painting surely overcome all others that I've seen. But what I'd like to know is where she got the idea for such an unique hairstyle! I wonder who the artist is...I would really like to meet her...
As I backed away from the glass window, not watching where I was going, I bumped into a young lady. She lost her glasses, and searched around for it frantically, me apologizing profusely. She put one her glasses, and smiled a little, telling me it was alright.
Suddenly, her eyes went wide for some unknown reason. She gasped sharply, leaving me confused.She let out a squeal, like she had found something. And finally, she spoke.
"It's you! Wow!" She examined me more closely. "You're perfect." She stated finally.
"Huh?" Now I was totally confused. What in the world was this lady doing? I wonder...an I missing something here. I gave her a weird look, thinking maybe she bumped her head.
"Miss, daijabu? Gomen nasai for not watching where I was going." She smiled widely. "Oh, you know...I glad I did bump into you. You'll be perfect for my painting!" Now, I was about to go nuts. A painting? She wants me to model for a painting? No way...who knows who's going to be modeling with me...
"Mamoru-baka, trying to get a girl, are you?" Ah, yes. Good old Usagi came along, right on time, teasing me again, like usual. Will things ever change for us?
"Odango, no....I'm not trying to get a...how could you think that?" I asked her.
She simply giggled, pointing at her arm which was at the moment linked with mine. And wait, when did it get there?
"It's not what you think, Odango Atama." I tried, no one can't say I didn't try to convince her.
She stared at me strangely. "Sure, Mamoru-san...whatever." Apparently, she didn't believe me.
I sighed. Ooh, this was not going well. Well, goodbye to any chance good relationship.
"Come on. We have work to do." I had forgot the young lady was standing there...oops.
"Mamoru-baka, who is that?" Usagi looked intently at the artist.
The artist gasped. "Oh, you're perfect too, Miss. Just what I needed! Come on both of you." She began to drag me away. Usagi, at this point was very confused. "Um...excuse me Miss, but where are we going?" Usagi wasn't about to go anywhere. She shook her head slightly. "No, gomen, but I'm not going anywhere until I know what is going on!" Usagi was always the careful type, wasn't she?
"Oh, gomen nasai for not telling you sooner. Can you please model a painting for me?" Her eyes held a begging glint in them. I look over at Usagi, who seemed like she wasn't going to agree. Should I? I thought it over for a little while. Let's see, me and Usagi are going to both be models for her painting...wait a minute! Usagi and I both? We're going to be modeling together. It seemed like my brain just started working at that second. Usagi...me...together...good opportunity to get to know each other... That seemed like a good idea.
"Sure." I agreed wholeheartedly. And what do you know? Usagi did too...well not so wholeheartedly though...more like reluctantly.
"When can we start?" I was eager for this chance to be with Usagi. Probably the best chance I'll ever have.
We walked to her house silently, only the soft sound of our shoes were heard. Once we reached her house, the artist went right to work getting us drinks and organizing her things together.
I looked around the house. Neat and tidy, nice furnishings. Looks like a normal house to me. Usagi was standing by the window, happy as usual. Her eyes were shining with excitement as she admired the beautiful flowers. The flowers were beautiful...I'd have to admit...but there was someone else that was more than beautiful than the flowers in the garden. Someone who doesn't have the slightest clue I feel that towards her. (AN: Can you guess who she is?)
I sat down on the couch, the artist putting drinks on the table. Next, she put a cushion next to me, asking for Usagi to sit down. Apparently, there was a problem. If I knew Usagi, she wouldn't sit by me if her life depended on it! Okay, maybe she will, but the point is that she wouldn't sit by me if it was her choice.
"Excuse me...but did you say I was going to sit..." She pointed towards the cushion my me. "...there?" Her face was twisted in an unreadable expression, probably regret that she agreed to came here in the first place. Boy, do we have a long way to go before we can actually get along.
Well, I wasn't about to sit there and do nothing. "Maybe I should leave." I didn't want to really, but Usagi wasn't going to agree to this, so...there was no other way.
"Iie! Please don't, please? My painting will be a success if you can just stay for a few minutes. I...I draw fast...and..."
She looked so sad, I couldn't say no. I sat down again, feeling very uncomfortable. But let's just say things went better. Usagi walked slowly towards the couch, and eventually sat down beside me.
I snuck a small glance at Usagi. She looked beautiful, as always. She looked like she wasn't going to talk to me though. Maybe I should start the conversation...
"Usagi...so...how's everything?" Lame. That was the only word I could think of then. What was I talking about? I sighed.
"Fine." She replied back after a few minutes. "And how are things going for you?" She turned her head slightly.
"Uh...fine." Silence. The whole room was silent. The buzzing sound of a fly was heard. I glanced over at the artist. She seemed oblivious to the world around her, just pouring her whole heart and soul to that one piece of art.
"This is not working." I thought silently. "Well, if nothing works, always try the direct approach. Say what you're thinking." And that's what I did...sort of.
"Usagi..why do you hate me?" That question had been lurking in my mind for some time now. I always wondered why we hated each other. How this whole 'I hate you, you hate me' thing started. But I don't hate her. Never have, never will. What does she feel though? To her, am I just some guy who constantly teases and insults her. I hope not. "Oh Usagi." I whispered softly so that she wouldn't be able to hear.
Usagi, hearing his question, coughed a little, followed by a clearing of her throat. "Mam....Mamoru, I don't hate you. Yes, it's true that I don't like you all that much...but I don't hate you...I don't hate anyone." She smiled slightly. "But I do understand why you would think that. I mean, it's not like we've actually gotten along. But you know what, I think we should stop teasing each other. I don't know about you...but I've had enough. Can't we get along?"
I nodded. So she didn't hate me. But she didn't like me either. Oh well, at least she doesn't hate me. "Usagi, we can try. But I know sometimes I just can't help myself." I grinned. Okay, now we're getting somewhere. We were getting along.
"Great! That's fine with me!" She beamed.
"Please stop moving...don't worry...the sketch is almost finished."
"Gomen nasai." Usagi and I mumbled at the same time. Inside my heart, I was content. Usagi and I were not going to tease each other anymore...what else might happen? Perhaps even an relationship? Only time will tell...
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Well, there's chapter 3! Sorry it took so long for me to write it. I'm so sorry for its shortness. I promise the next chapter will be much longer! Alright, I seem to have a small problem...so I'll try to clear it. If you're reading my story at fanfiction.net, then I have something to say. If you're not, then this will not apply to you and you have nothing to worry about. Okay, if you're not signed in, or logged on at fanfiction.net, write a review for any of my stories, and give your e-mail address, I will assume that you want me to reply to your review. If you don't want me to reply to your review, please don't give me the address. It will save a lot of time, and people won't receive unwanted replies. If you're signed in, then I won't reply to your review, unless you put in that you want me to. Okay, hope that cleared up any confusion. Please send all comments and suggestions to LisaZUMstories@aol.com. Thanks for reading!
This story written and posted January, 2001.