***Part Five***
Disclaimer: Huh. I've used the same boring disclaimer over and over, haven't I? Oh well, Guess I'm just a boring person. Well, unfortunately, Sailormoon does not belong to me. Sniff, Sniff It was once upon a time a comic (manga) created by Naoko Takeuchi. Then somebody must have decided it would be really cool if they turned it into a television series! So, that's how the popular Japanese anime known as Sailormoon came to be. Then some genius American thought of TRANSLATING it….And that's what happened. Oh yea! I'm not earning profit of this story Snaps
Minako leaned against a tree nervously. What if he had lied? What if he didn't really want to see her? What if her stood her up?
"Minako?" A male's voice came, soft and tender.
Minako looked up, awoken from her daze of questions. "Oh." She smiled. "I'm sorry, I was just thinking. Glad you decided to show up.
Bishonen beamed a smile back. He took Minako's hand in his own and met it with his lips. "Forgiven." Minako blushed deeply.
"Well…the nearest restaurant is ten minutes walk from here. Shouldn't we get going?" She asked.
Bishonen nodded. Still holding Minako's hand in his, he entwined his fingers with hers. He smiled. "So, what do you like to do for fun, dear angel?"
She looked up towards the sky, sighing. " Well, volleyball is always fun. I used to be on a team, but I quit."
"Why'd you quit?"
"Uh…other…things got in the way. I was just too busy. I like video games, too." She added the last part quickly, hoping the Bishonen wouldn't question her anymore about quitting volleyball.
Bishonen stifled a yawn. Minako didn't seem to have much to talk about, but he had to seem interested in her…. "Minako- instead of going out to eat…why don't we go somewhere else. Just to talk…and watch the stars. What do you say?" He asked it all in a low, calm, soothing voice. After stating it, he smiled gently, showing his amazingly white teeth.
"That sounds nice." She stated.
*** *** ***
Usagi sat on her bed, sobbing. It hurt. She thought she could trust both of them. Knowing that she couldn't be mad at Mamoru…or Rei, for that matter, forever, she lied down. Making the best of things was hard. One of the happiest days in her life was about to pop up, but everything was going wrong. Graduation Day. Usagi sighed, daydreaming of the day.
Everything would go perfect. She would get her degree…barely passing…but she'd get it. Mamoru would pick her up from school, and they'd go out to eat. She'd be able to order anything she wanted. Later, Mamoru would take her to her favorite spot. He'd pull out a ring and ask her to marry her…now that she was of legal age. She would say yes, and Mamoru would pick sweep her off her feet and spin her around, they would both laugh.
Sa-mash! There goes the perfect picture. In their current state, neither Mamoru nor Usagi could end up like that in six days.
Usagi yawned. It was Sunday. She had school tomorrow. It was exams for most of the week, but the last two days would be just we enjoyed having you…now get out of our school and go do something with your lives. She slipped on her pajamas and pulled down the covers. Crawling under the sheets, she stifled yet another yawn. Not wanting to think, Usagi closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
*** *** ***
Mamoru sat on his couch, eyes glazed. Usagi was dear to him; he wanted nothing more to make her happy. He should have known better then to give into temptation…and to actually believe that Rei's grandfather…that kind-hearted person… would actually kick his granddaughter, the only family her really had left, out of the temple. Mamoru shook his head. He stood up and walked to the kitchen. Opening up the fridge, he grabbed a tomato, some lettuce, cheese, and mayo.
She has to forgive me, doesn't she?
He reached for a plate in the cupboard. Setting it down on the counter top, he placed to pieces of bread on it.
Of course she has to forgive you. For God's sake…you're her future husband!
The tomato fell on the counter top in three graceful slices. Mamoru wrapped the rest of the vegetable up and put it back in the fridge.
Right. She can't stay mad at me forever.
He took out a knife and spread mayo over the bottom piece of bread. He then placed two of the three slices of the tomato on the piece of bread. He placed the other slice into his mouth.
I don't know, Mamoru. She has to forgive you and all…but that doesn't mean she can't stay mad at you.
He tore of a piece of lettuce.
Shut-up. You don't know what you're talking about. I love Usagi and she loves me. End of story.
He placed a few pieces of lettuce on top of the tomato.
C'mon. You kissed one of her good friends. If I was her…I wouldn't forgive you, either.
He unwrapped the cheese and topped of the sandwich. He put the second piece of bread on top of it all. He walked back into the living room and sat back down.
You don't know what you're talking about. It's destiny. We were met for each other.
Mamoru's mind continued to struggle with the thoughts. He just ate his sandwich and sat in complete silence, arguing with the voices in his head.
*** *** ***
Makoto yawned, stretching out over her comforter. She wondered how Minako's date was going. Tired. Yes, she was very tired. She needed sleep. Not wanted to move or change, she fell asleep as she was:
"Mommy, Mommy! Look at me! Ima birdie!" A young child's voice came.
"Sweetie, please…please get down…before you hurt yourself." There was that mellow voice again. Just like a bird's song…mellow and soft, sweet and warm.
"Nooo, I won't hurt myself! Ima big girl!! I can fl---y! Just like a birdie, mommy! I can fly! I have wings!" The child's voice said, laughter in it all the way.
"That's nice, Makoto. But please,…why don't you pretend to be a bear and climb down?"
"Oh…awight. I come down." The young girl slowly climbed down from her current spot. She slipped and fell the three feet to the ground.
The older lady ran to her daughter. "Hun, are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?"
"Mommy!" The little girl pleaded. "I told you….Ima big girl and I can take care of myself! Only scratched knees. Okai, Okai….Ima okai."
There was laughter. "You're growing up, you know? I'm glad you aren't hurt." She picked up her daughter. "Why don't we go home…and…have something to eat?"
The smaller of the two smiled. "That sounds nice, Mommy. Can I sit in the front seat? Pwease?"
Her emerald green eyes stared down at the young girls face. It was so small, so chubby…and innocently cute. She couldn't help but give in. "Sure. But only this once! And we have to pick up your father…so after that…you have to sit in the back. Deal?"
"Deal!"
*
"Heya, Makoto!" A rough sounding male's voice sounded.
"Daddy, daddy! I got to sit in the front!!" The young girl shouted with glee.
"Really?! Was it fun?!" The man asked, playing as if he had never sat in the front seat of a vehicle before.
"Yea!" The little girl shouted, happiness filling her voice.
"Well, why doesn't your old man try it out then?" He lifted the little girl up and places her in the back seat. He buckled her seat belt and kissed her nose. The little girl laughed.
"Daddy…that tickles! Don't!"
The older man laughed, climbing in the front seat.
There was the scream again. Loud, clear. Filled with fear. The light was there, too. Bright, but steady.
Makoto woke up again, sweat pouring down her face…maybe it was a tear. She didn't know. She went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face.
*** *** ***
Ami sat at her table, the books spread out. If anyone would have told her that she would pass the exams with a breeze, she wouldn't have believed them. She had convinced herself that no matter how much she studied, she would flunk the exams terribly. Somewhere inside of her she knew she would pass the exams with flying colors, but until then she was going to cram every bit of studying in she could.
She flopped down, gazing up at the ceiling. She removed her glasses, sighing. Ami had turned down the chance to go to Germany…yet again. She didn't want to leave Usagi and the girls all alone. Reminding herself over and over that she was needed her in Tokyo, she tore up the acceptance letter and threw it away. Maybe, one day, she would look back on that day and regret. But right now in her life, there was nothing worth regretting. She had her friends, and she was seeing more and more of her mom each day. She sat up, opened another book, and starting studying again. Before long, the clock read 2:00…A.M. Ami finally closed all her books. Opening her closet, Ami took her school uniform out and hung it up for tomorrow. She put all the necessary books that she would need the next day in her small case and closed it. Pulling the bed sheets down, she climbed under them. Taking her classes off once again, she lied them on top of her alarm clock.
*** *** ***
Chibiusa lie on the sofa in Usagi's house. She was stretched out. One leg was hanging off the sofa, and the other was sticking out of the blanket she was using. One arm was lying across her for-head, the other lying across her waist. The blanket was only half on her. Chibiusa was apparently having trouble sleeping.
The girls graduated in six days. She remembered her promise to Pluto to come back in two weeks. Basically, right after the graduation. She didn't know what to get the girls as a gift. Surely, she wasn't going to get each of them a gift, a group gift, probably. She shrugged, blowing a piece of pink hair out of her eyes.
Usagi crossed her mind. She had never seen her so upset in her whole life. Not even in the future. Sure, she got jealous occasionally, but she never lost control over her temper. Only Rei did that, and she seemed to be almost emotionless today. Chibiusa turned over on her stomach, continuing her thinking. There was no doubt in her mind that Usagi would forgive both of the two. I mean, someone she hated couldn't protect her in the future. She yawned. No, Usagi would forgive them…for sure, she had to!
Her thoughts entwined in her own mind, and a few minutes later found Chibiusa sound asleep.
*** *** ***
Minako gazed up at the stars. Bishonen and her had picked a nice spot in the woods. By the lake, actually. You could see bits and pieces of the sky in the lakes water, where Bishonen was looking.
"Minako?" He asked, gently.
"Yes?" She asked, sounding dazed.
"I had a really good time tonight. Talking with you, and everything."
"Really?" She turned her glance towards Bishonen.
"Yes, really. But…"
"But what? I'm not your type?"
"No…not exactly." Anetka said, coming out from the shadows. " You're not at all his type. He doesn't really go for blondes. And uh…Well….you're puppy face really sucks. Another thing is that your too skinny. Man, you should really think about eating something…"
Bishonen cast a gaze over to Anetka. "Oh…nice to see you."
Anetka smiled. She snapped, and black smoked engulfed her. When the smoke cleared, she was wearing a short pair of brown pants, brown boots that had laces going up to her knees, and a black diamond-shaped….shirt. Well, you couldn't exactly call it a shirt. It was a diamond in the front, then in the back it was tied…that was it. At her side there was a bow, seemingly lined with gold. On her back there was a quiver that seemed to hold only one arrow. The tip of the arrow was red, the rest of it was gold.
"Yes. Hello…Anetka." Minako said, stunned at the use of magic.
"Good Evening, Minako. Id like to show you my bow and arrow." Anetka said.
"Go ahead."
Anetka drew her bow. She placed the arrow in it. "You know what is so special about this bow, Minako?"
"No. What's that?" She asked. Bishonen stood a distance away, not saying anything, for he knew what was about to come.
"This bow," Anetka started, "Is very special indeed. When you fire it…it can only hit one thing. A human's heart. It has to stab the heart of a human before it ever stops…." And with this said, Anetka aimed the bow and Minako's heart…and let go.
*** To Be Continued ***
^ Hrm. Do you think I'm getting any good at this whole cliffhanger thing? I don't know. Thank you for the reviews, I appreciate it! Please leave more…! And uh…if this is a good place to stop…don't kill me. I'll try to finish the next part soon. And I read over the last parts...and I realized I had some typos. Heh. I never said I was perfect. If it bugs you that much, you can just tell me to fix it and i'll try to get off my lazy bum and fix it. Jaa!
Disclaimer: Huh. I've used the same boring disclaimer over and over, haven't I? Oh well, Guess I'm just a boring person. Well, unfortunately, Sailormoon does not belong to me. Sniff, Sniff It was once upon a time a comic (manga) created by Naoko Takeuchi. Then somebody must have decided it would be really cool if they turned it into a television series! So, that's how the popular Japanese anime known as Sailormoon came to be. Then some genius American thought of TRANSLATING it….And that's what happened. Oh yea! I'm not earning profit of this story Snaps
Minako leaned against a tree nervously. What if he had lied? What if he didn't really want to see her? What if her stood her up?
"Minako?" A male's voice came, soft and tender.
Minako looked up, awoken from her daze of questions. "Oh." She smiled. "I'm sorry, I was just thinking. Glad you decided to show up.
Bishonen beamed a smile back. He took Minako's hand in his own and met it with his lips. "Forgiven." Minako blushed deeply.
"Well…the nearest restaurant is ten minutes walk from here. Shouldn't we get going?" She asked.
Bishonen nodded. Still holding Minako's hand in his, he entwined his fingers with hers. He smiled. "So, what do you like to do for fun, dear angel?"
She looked up towards the sky, sighing. " Well, volleyball is always fun. I used to be on a team, but I quit."
"Why'd you quit?"
"Uh…other…things got in the way. I was just too busy. I like video games, too." She added the last part quickly, hoping the Bishonen wouldn't question her anymore about quitting volleyball.
Bishonen stifled a yawn. Minako didn't seem to have much to talk about, but he had to seem interested in her…. "Minako- instead of going out to eat…why don't we go somewhere else. Just to talk…and watch the stars. What do you say?" He asked it all in a low, calm, soothing voice. After stating it, he smiled gently, showing his amazingly white teeth.
"That sounds nice." She stated.
*** *** ***
Usagi sat on her bed, sobbing. It hurt. She thought she could trust both of them. Knowing that she couldn't be mad at Mamoru…or Rei, for that matter, forever, she lied down. Making the best of things was hard. One of the happiest days in her life was about to pop up, but everything was going wrong. Graduation Day. Usagi sighed, daydreaming of the day.
Everything would go perfect. She would get her degree…barely passing…but she'd get it. Mamoru would pick her up from school, and they'd go out to eat. She'd be able to order anything she wanted. Later, Mamoru would take her to her favorite spot. He'd pull out a ring and ask her to marry her…now that she was of legal age. She would say yes, and Mamoru would pick sweep her off her feet and spin her around, they would both laugh.
Sa-mash! There goes the perfect picture. In their current state, neither Mamoru nor Usagi could end up like that in six days.
Usagi yawned. It was Sunday. She had school tomorrow. It was exams for most of the week, but the last two days would be just we enjoyed having you…now get out of our school and go do something with your lives. She slipped on her pajamas and pulled down the covers. Crawling under the sheets, she stifled yet another yawn. Not wanting to think, Usagi closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
*** *** ***
Mamoru sat on his couch, eyes glazed. Usagi was dear to him; he wanted nothing more to make her happy. He should have known better then to give into temptation…and to actually believe that Rei's grandfather…that kind-hearted person… would actually kick his granddaughter, the only family her really had left, out of the temple. Mamoru shook his head. He stood up and walked to the kitchen. Opening up the fridge, he grabbed a tomato, some lettuce, cheese, and mayo.
She has to forgive me, doesn't she?
He reached for a plate in the cupboard. Setting it down on the counter top, he placed to pieces of bread on it.
Of course she has to forgive you. For God's sake…you're her future husband!
The tomato fell on the counter top in three graceful slices. Mamoru wrapped the rest of the vegetable up and put it back in the fridge.
Right. She can't stay mad at me forever.
He took out a knife and spread mayo over the bottom piece of bread. He then placed two of the three slices of the tomato on the piece of bread. He placed the other slice into his mouth.
I don't know, Mamoru. She has to forgive you and all…but that doesn't mean she can't stay mad at you.
He tore of a piece of lettuce.
Shut-up. You don't know what you're talking about. I love Usagi and she loves me. End of story.
He placed a few pieces of lettuce on top of the tomato.
C'mon. You kissed one of her good friends. If I was her…I wouldn't forgive you, either.
He unwrapped the cheese and topped of the sandwich. He put the second piece of bread on top of it all. He walked back into the living room and sat back down.
You don't know what you're talking about. It's destiny. We were met for each other.
Mamoru's mind continued to struggle with the thoughts. He just ate his sandwich and sat in complete silence, arguing with the voices in his head.
*** *** ***
Makoto yawned, stretching out over her comforter. She wondered how Minako's date was going. Tired. Yes, she was very tired. She needed sleep. Not wanted to move or change, she fell asleep as she was:
"Mommy, Mommy! Look at me! Ima birdie!" A young child's voice came.
"Sweetie, please…please get down…before you hurt yourself." There was that mellow voice again. Just like a bird's song…mellow and soft, sweet and warm.
"Nooo, I won't hurt myself! Ima big girl!! I can fl---y! Just like a birdie, mommy! I can fly! I have wings!" The child's voice said, laughter in it all the way.
"That's nice, Makoto. But please,…why don't you pretend to be a bear and climb down?"
"Oh…awight. I come down." The young girl slowly climbed down from her current spot. She slipped and fell the three feet to the ground.
The older lady ran to her daughter. "Hun, are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?"
"Mommy!" The little girl pleaded. "I told you….Ima big girl and I can take care of myself! Only scratched knees. Okai, Okai….Ima okai."
There was laughter. "You're growing up, you know? I'm glad you aren't hurt." She picked up her daughter. "Why don't we go home…and…have something to eat?"
The smaller of the two smiled. "That sounds nice, Mommy. Can I sit in the front seat? Pwease?"
Her emerald green eyes stared down at the young girls face. It was so small, so chubby…and innocently cute. She couldn't help but give in. "Sure. But only this once! And we have to pick up your father…so after that…you have to sit in the back. Deal?"
"Deal!"
*
"Heya, Makoto!" A rough sounding male's voice sounded.
"Daddy, daddy! I got to sit in the front!!" The young girl shouted with glee.
"Really?! Was it fun?!" The man asked, playing as if he had never sat in the front seat of a vehicle before.
"Yea!" The little girl shouted, happiness filling her voice.
"Well, why doesn't your old man try it out then?" He lifted the little girl up and places her in the back seat. He buckled her seat belt and kissed her nose. The little girl laughed.
"Daddy…that tickles! Don't!"
The older man laughed, climbing in the front seat.
There was the scream again. Loud, clear. Filled with fear. The light was there, too. Bright, but steady.
Makoto woke up again, sweat pouring down her face…maybe it was a tear. She didn't know. She went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face.
*** *** ***
Ami sat at her table, the books spread out. If anyone would have told her that she would pass the exams with a breeze, she wouldn't have believed them. She had convinced herself that no matter how much she studied, she would flunk the exams terribly. Somewhere inside of her she knew she would pass the exams with flying colors, but until then she was going to cram every bit of studying in she could.
She flopped down, gazing up at the ceiling. She removed her glasses, sighing. Ami had turned down the chance to go to Germany…yet again. She didn't want to leave Usagi and the girls all alone. Reminding herself over and over that she was needed her in Tokyo, she tore up the acceptance letter and threw it away. Maybe, one day, she would look back on that day and regret. But right now in her life, there was nothing worth regretting. She had her friends, and she was seeing more and more of her mom each day. She sat up, opened another book, and starting studying again. Before long, the clock read 2:00…A.M. Ami finally closed all her books. Opening her closet, Ami took her school uniform out and hung it up for tomorrow. She put all the necessary books that she would need the next day in her small case and closed it. Pulling the bed sheets down, she climbed under them. Taking her classes off once again, she lied them on top of her alarm clock.
*** *** ***
Chibiusa lie on the sofa in Usagi's house. She was stretched out. One leg was hanging off the sofa, and the other was sticking out of the blanket she was using. One arm was lying across her for-head, the other lying across her waist. The blanket was only half on her. Chibiusa was apparently having trouble sleeping.
The girls graduated in six days. She remembered her promise to Pluto to come back in two weeks. Basically, right after the graduation. She didn't know what to get the girls as a gift. Surely, she wasn't going to get each of them a gift, a group gift, probably. She shrugged, blowing a piece of pink hair out of her eyes.
Usagi crossed her mind. She had never seen her so upset in her whole life. Not even in the future. Sure, she got jealous occasionally, but she never lost control over her temper. Only Rei did that, and she seemed to be almost emotionless today. Chibiusa turned over on her stomach, continuing her thinking. There was no doubt in her mind that Usagi would forgive both of the two. I mean, someone she hated couldn't protect her in the future. She yawned. No, Usagi would forgive them…for sure, she had to!
Her thoughts entwined in her own mind, and a few minutes later found Chibiusa sound asleep.
*** *** ***
Minako gazed up at the stars. Bishonen and her had picked a nice spot in the woods. By the lake, actually. You could see bits and pieces of the sky in the lakes water, where Bishonen was looking.
"Minako?" He asked, gently.
"Yes?" She asked, sounding dazed.
"I had a really good time tonight. Talking with you, and everything."
"Really?" She turned her glance towards Bishonen.
"Yes, really. But…"
"But what? I'm not your type?"
"No…not exactly." Anetka said, coming out from the shadows. " You're not at all his type. He doesn't really go for blondes. And uh…Well….you're puppy face really sucks. Another thing is that your too skinny. Man, you should really think about eating something…"
Bishonen cast a gaze over to Anetka. "Oh…nice to see you."
Anetka smiled. She snapped, and black smoked engulfed her. When the smoke cleared, she was wearing a short pair of brown pants, brown boots that had laces going up to her knees, and a black diamond-shaped….shirt. Well, you couldn't exactly call it a shirt. It was a diamond in the front, then in the back it was tied…that was it. At her side there was a bow, seemingly lined with gold. On her back there was a quiver that seemed to hold only one arrow. The tip of the arrow was red, the rest of it was gold.
"Yes. Hello…Anetka." Minako said, stunned at the use of magic.
"Good Evening, Minako. Id like to show you my bow and arrow." Anetka said.
"Go ahead."
Anetka drew her bow. She placed the arrow in it. "You know what is so special about this bow, Minako?"
"No. What's that?" She asked. Bishonen stood a distance away, not saying anything, for he knew what was about to come.
"This bow," Anetka started, "Is very special indeed. When you fire it…it can only hit one thing. A human's heart. It has to stab the heart of a human before it ever stops…." And with this said, Anetka aimed the bow and Minako's heart…and let go.
*** To Be Continued ***
^ Hrm. Do you think I'm getting any good at this whole cliffhanger thing? I don't know. Thank you for the reviews, I appreciate it! Please leave more…! And uh…if this is a good place to stop…don't kill me. I'll try to finish the next part soon. And I read over the last parts...and I realized I had some typos. Heh. I never said I was perfect. If it bugs you that much, you can just tell me to fix it and i'll try to get off my lazy bum and fix it. Jaa!