Standard Disclaimer: This is where I get to proclaim that I don't own Sailor Moon or Dragonball Z, but if I did, Mirai Trunks, the fine bishie that he is, would most certainly be mine! MUAHAHAHA… *sheepish look and blushes*
Tenshi's Notes: Minna-chan! *smiles* To all the winners, you're reading this chapter in advance so congrats! I want to thank everyone for submitting an entry… and unfortunately, at this time, I won't be telling you who the villain is so you'll need to read to find out! *readers mutter Evil Tenshi* (Hush, Silver-chan!)
Before I forget, special thanks to all my wonderful chans out there! Thanks for listening to me go on and on about writer's block and problems that I always get. *giggles* Or complaining about lack of reviews. And to those who care, I think the YYH/SM crossover is coming along quite nicely! *grins*
Anyway, this chapter should be pretty cute for the most part… *sniffles* And I noted that my reviews have been going down lately… *sighs* It's been slightly disappointing but to those who still keep reviewing (OMG, have any of you read Ivory-chan, Silver-chan, or MK-chan's insanely – and I LOVE you guys for this btw – long reviews?), thank you for everything! ^-^ I'm slightly sick at the moment so I won't bother writing more but thanks for reading and all that good stuff! And remember, reviewing keeps Tenshi happy, and a happy Tenshi writes more! Ja ne!
As a last minute add in, reviews are down, and I am disappointed with the number of reviews I've been getting! Email is VERY welcome, and motivates me highly! chibi_tenshi24@yahoo.com
Italics on its own (not within a paragraph) indicate the entity speaking.
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Goddess: Chapter 4
They had each selected their own room, not too far away from each other. Trunks had offered her his jacket to be used as a pillow before nodding at her tersely, making his way back to his room. The floor felt cold and hard beneath her back, and she stared up emptily at the ceiling, wondering about what had happened the past little while. Life as she knew it was not going to be the same again, that much she knew. But what of the lavender-haired stranger that had appeared so suddenly into her life? With a soft sigh, she struggled to find a comfortable position but it seemed as if the fates were conspiring against her tonight.
"Fine, I'll wake up. Stay awake all night. See if I care," she mumbled to herself. Plodding into the main area, she peered around, curious as to where he was sleeping. Trunks. An unusual name for an unsually handsome, and kind man. Somehow, she found herself making her way to the room next to her, the door having been left ajar so he could keep watch on her. Her heart melting slightly at the sweetness and consideration of the act, she couldn't help herself as she slipped into his room. He was sleeping on the ground, curling up slightly, and she could see from the shivers that shuddered through his body that he was cold. The night had gotten damp and frosty, and she had at least been wearing a long-sleeved sweater. Trunks… he was merely wearing a tank top, and pants, and Usagi found herself drawing closer and closer to him. He was truly beautiful, she thought to herself. Not just physically, but in his personality as well. He was thoughtful despite everything, and he appeared to shoulder a pain that no one should have to. His eyes were always sad, as if he lost everything in the world that had mattered to him. Suddenly, she found herself kneeling next to his body, without knowing how she had made her way towards him. A lock of lilac hair had fallen onto his face and she gently brushed it aside, finding the action strangely familiar. Her fingers trailed gently down his cheek, caressing it almost lovingly as she found herself at a loss for words. He shifted without warning, and still deep in slumber, murmured words that grabbed at her heart and soul. "Aishiteru, Usagi… why did you leave me?"
Her hand froze, and she stared at him blindly, torn by his words. Leave him? How did she know him? The void in her mind… could he be the reason why her memory was taken away from her? Or was he an evil villain just out to trick her, and destroy the Sailor Senshi and all that they stood for? As she gazed at him, she realised the truth deep in her heart. Somewhere, somehow, she had known this man, and they had both meant the world to each other at one point. She could not stop herself as she lay down next to him, wrapping her arm around his neck, and tucking her head under his. With her other arm, she placed it around his cold, bare arm, feeling the muscles tense slightly under her fingertips. His skin was soft, and the touch was electric. Feelings unlike she had ever known, even when she hugged Mamoru, were coursing through her blood, setting nerve-endings afire. His body relaxed and curved against her own as his arm came around her and pulled her closer to his own. She sighed deeply, inhaling the scent that was unmistakably his. Snuggling closer to him, she couldn't help but feel that this was right. Something just clicked. It felt like… it felt like coming home.
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Streams of sunlight slowly made their way to the room, the light hitting one of the sleeping figures dead in the eye. His eyes clenched in annoyance and fluttered open, feeling unaccountably well-rested. He hadn't slept that well since… Usagi slept by his side. Suddenly, his eyes flew open as he felt something tickle his nose. Golden strands of hair pooled on his chest, shimmering with the sunlight. Her arm was resting near the top of his shoulder as she laid her head comfortably next to his. Her body was half on his own, her weight barely registering in his mind. His eyes widened as he wondered how she could've wound up in his arms. Turning his head slightly, he pressed his head against hers, inhaling the familiar scent of her. Sunshine and flowers. That was what he always thought. He brought one arm around, feeling the silkiness of her hair, running his fingers through the length. Unable to help himself, his fingers followed the curve of her back, trailing it up and down. A sigh escaped her lips, as she squirmed slightly. He stopped abruptly, a flush spreading across his cheeks. Murmuring her sounds of protest, she turned around slightly so that she was once again tucked under his head. He tightened his arms around protectively. There was no way he was letting her go again. No way in hell.
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She was running, free, unrestrained by the confines of life and the weights of her duties. Her long golden hair streamed behind her, as she tumbled onto the grassy hill. Feeling the soft blades tickling beneath her bare feet, she giggled slightly and turned her face towards the sun, allowing the golden beams to warm her face.
Usagi…
She whipped her head about, trying to find the voice. It sounded oddly familiar, as if she had heard it once in a dream.
"Who are you?" Usagi whispered softly, staring at a spot that seemed out of sorts with the area she was in.
You know who I am…
"No I don't!" She yelled out, frustrated with her current situation. Why was nothing as it seemed in her life? Why did everything have to be so confusing?
Ask yourself. You know… deep in your heart you know…
She got up quickly, her fists clenched tightly on her sides as suddenly a wave of peace swept through her. Her mind cleared, and her body relaxed. A ghostly figure appeared in front of her, cast with a silvery aura.
You can see me now… that is good…
Usagi could almost imagine the apparition smiling in approval, and her own lips curved in response.
"What do you want from me?"
Absolutely nothing. I was created from nothingness, and now I exist. In you.
A startled gasp escaped her lips as she stared blankly at the figure that had begun solidifying. Slowly, painstakingly, it became her.
"How can you be me?!" She shrieked in horror.
I was created to be a part of you, but the Master hadn't counted on my evolving. That was a lack of foresight on his part.
Suddenly, a piece of the puzzle fell into place. The lost memories, the blackouts… the entity within her had taken over at that point.
Now you understand…
"What about Trunks? How does he fit in?"
Your heart already knows, doesn't it?
The apparition began solidifying, magically transforming into someone who almost looked identical to her. To Usagi's surprise, no fear existed within herself. The figure could've easily been her twin, except for her platinum hair, and deep blue eyes.
"You are me… a part of me…"
Yes… we are both separate entities living in one body.
The memories came charging back, in the form of snapshots in time. Memories of Trunks holding her close, their passionate kisses, their laughter, and their love returned. Without warning, Usagi could've sworn she heard a little clicking sound before the pain in her head became unbearable.
Kuso, the chip. I forgot about the chip.
Tears streamed down her face as she tried valiantly to stand up, the agony becoming unbearable.
You must wake up. Otherwise, we'll both die in here.
Usagi clutched her hands against her head, dropping to her knees. She was oblivious to everything but the endless pain that throbbed in her head. With a sudden shriek, she collapsed.