Last - but not least - chapter 4!! Your
going to love Patch and I for the ending of
this ^_~
HUGE thanks to Meara - *hugs*
I'm SOOO happy about all my email!! Happy!
Happy! SOO happy!!! Thank everyone who
wrote me and who continues to write! *hugs*
And Patch makes her enterance in this
chapter - and will be writing with me from
here on out!!! YAY!
Now.. I don't own Sailor Moon - but thanks
to Sam Goody's, I own a lot of Sailor Moon
stuff! ^_~
Luva!
Bethany
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I pray each night that my little
girl will come back to me. She's here
physically, but her heart is in shattered
ruins and it's slowly destroying her.
Kami-sama, please. Help her. Get her
through this and on with her life.
But a part of me believes she will
never loose her vision of Mamoru. He was
her Prince in her eyes and I honestly
believe they were made for each other.
Were.
I wish she could have him back - it
would make her so happy.
-Ikuko.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Don't Let Me Go: Roses
Chapter: 4
By: Bethany and Patch
Edited by: Meara
Rated: PG? sounds good, I suppose
Email: Bethany212@aol.com
patchkhan1@hotmail.com
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
His eyes moved back and forth behind his
lids, but they did not open to reveal their color.
His hand came up to push bangs out of his face...
but still he slept on.
A short, fat and bald man of around fifty
paced uneasily back and forth in the small room.
Just had to be nosey, didn't he? Just had to ask
one too many questions, didn't he? Fool. That's
what he is. And now, the man justified, I won't
be responsible for whatever happens to him.
The sun changed from a blinding yellow to an
almost blood red as it moved down across the valley.
The wind picked up slightly and began to make a
howling sound through out the room.
"How do I get myself into this mess?" he
asked himself, chewing on a cookie. "Damn it,
all I wanted was to be administrator of Harvard...
but no, I get messed up with these people. And
what's so damned important about this Mamoru
anyhow? Not like he's a super hero or some shit."
He stopped mumbling to take another bite of his
cookie. "And what's even more is that I don't
even know if I succeeded..." He glanced nervously
at the man laying on the cot across the room and
shook his head. "Damn it."
~~~~~Makoto's Apartment~~~~~~~~~~
"....what do you think Usagi-chan?"
The blonde looked up from her uneaten
hamburger and glanced at Minako. "Gomen nasai,
could you repeat?"
Moaning, Minako rolled her eyes. "I think
we should take a trip.... I don't know. Anywhere.
Get away from here for a while. We are all of age
to go anywhere we want, it's been peaceful and
we have the money."
"Umm... sure," Usagi responded half
heartedly.
"Where would we go?" Rei inquired, gently
reaching over to brush a stray hair out of
Yuuichirou face. "I'd have to find some help at
the temple if we took a vacation."
Ami looked up from her book for a split
second as if in deep thought. Of course, she is
always in deep thought and the girls didn't
notice the look from any others she wore. "What
about America? I've always wanted to go there.
We could go to California... or New York City."
"Ha! And get killed the second we get off
the plane?" Makoto blanched. "I don't even think
our Senshi powers will get us out of some of the
stuff I've heard goes on there!"
"We beat Metallia, Beryl, Dead Moon Circus
etc. and Mako-chan is scared of muggers...." Minako
shook her head in mock annoyance. "What's the
matter Mako-chan? Afraid that if they don't throw
nega-energy at you that you can't handle it?"
"Excuse me Sailor *V*," Makoto retorted
and threw her a hurt look. "The rest of us didn't
fight crime before the Dark Kingdom."
"Your just scared," Minako giggled lightly
to show she was teasing.
Rei held her hands up to stop the
interstellar war that was about to begin.
"Enough. Now, where would we go?"
Hotaru let her leg swing back and forth
off the side of the chair. "How about Hawaii?"
The phone ringing abruptly halted the
conversation. Makoto jumped up and grabbed it
off the hook. "Moshi, Moshi."
Her face turned a little pale and she
nodded. "Okay Tsukino-san, I'll tell her. Hai,
arigato."
"Nani?" Usagi asked, throwing her hamburger
to the side and looking up.
"You have a present at your house... a
vase of a dozen white roses."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Reika drummed her nails on the counter and
thought about the girl that has just ran out of
the arcade. She knows something about Motoki,
her mind told her. Suddenly she stood up to follow
the red headed girl.
Not a mile from the arcade, the teenager
came to a halt to catch her breath. "I *huff*
don't think she *huff* knows which way we went."
The cat in her bag hissed as she spoke. "I
told you not to talk to anyone! What where you
thinking?"
"I was thinking there is a woman who
could use some comfort! *That's* what I was
thinking!!" the teenager yelled.
The feline in the bag just stared at Mika.
"I'm sorry Mika-chan, really... I.. I'm sorry."
~~~~~~Usagi's House~~~~~~~~
She stared at the vase, dumbfounded. How
much more could she take? How much more torture
could one heart stand before it collapsed under
the weight of the grief it carried?
They sat there; simply - yet perfectly -
arranged in the pale lavender vase on her dresser.
They were so beautiful, so achingly beautiful,
few blooming, others still in their bud form. But
at the same time they were mocking her, reminding
her of the passing events.
With a trembling finger, she traced the form
of the bud, it's soft silkiness shooting sensations
of pleasure up her arm. She shivered slightly and
snatched her hand back, rubbing her forearm.
Who was doing this to her? Sending her roses
like this, no one was allowed to do that, only Mamo-chan.
But Mamo-chan was...
"No!" she said vehemently, shaking her head. She
refused to think about that. She was supposed to be
recovering; moving on as the Senshi had put it.
But it was just so hard, they would never understand.
Her gaze unwillingly shifted back to the milky white
roses. Slowly, her hand reached out and this time, her
finger traced its way down the stem. A thorn and her
finger rested at its sharp tip stopped its path. She
slowly pressed and the point punctured her skin. She
brought her hand back and mesmerized, she stared at the
drop of blood that welled up.
Blood red. Just like blood red roses. The roses
that she had grown to love, grown to desire.
Roses, roses Mamo-chan would give her at every
opportunity he had.
"...when I come back I'll bring you a dozen of
every color rose. One each day until you have so many
roses that you will drown in them..."
No. Kami - no! The Fates could not be so cruel!
It was her last thought before she passed out and
crumbled to a heap on the floor.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Well....... don't you just get mad when people do this?
*runs from various things thrown by readers* Ekkkkkkkkkkk!
Gomen! I promise... well - can't say, it'll be revealing
too much ^_~
Again, thank you Patch for writing this with me !!
Email! Email!! Even if you just want to email me to
tell me to never leave you hanging like this again ^^;
As long as I know people are reading!
luva!
Bethany
Bethany212@aol.com
http://anime.at/bethsere
&
Patch
patchkhan1@hotmail.com
^_^
going to love Patch and I for the ending of
this ^_~
HUGE thanks to Meara - *hugs*
I'm SOOO happy about all my email!! Happy!
Happy! SOO happy!!! Thank everyone who
wrote me and who continues to write! *hugs*
And Patch makes her enterance in this
chapter - and will be writing with me from
here on out!!! YAY!
Now.. I don't own Sailor Moon - but thanks
to Sam Goody's, I own a lot of Sailor Moon
stuff! ^_~
Luva!
Bethany
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I pray each night that my little
girl will come back to me. She's here
physically, but her heart is in shattered
ruins and it's slowly destroying her.
Kami-sama, please. Help her. Get her
through this and on with her life.
But a part of me believes she will
never loose her vision of Mamoru. He was
her Prince in her eyes and I honestly
believe they were made for each other.
Were.
I wish she could have him back - it
would make her so happy.
-Ikuko.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Don't Let Me Go: Roses
Chapter: 4
By: Bethany and Patch
Edited by: Meara
Rated: PG? sounds good, I suppose
Email: Bethany212@aol.com
patchkhan1@hotmail.com
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
His eyes moved back and forth behind his
lids, but they did not open to reveal their color.
His hand came up to push bangs out of his face...
but still he slept on.
A short, fat and bald man of around fifty
paced uneasily back and forth in the small room.
Just had to be nosey, didn't he? Just had to ask
one too many questions, didn't he? Fool. That's
what he is. And now, the man justified, I won't
be responsible for whatever happens to him.
The sun changed from a blinding yellow to an
almost blood red as it moved down across the valley.
The wind picked up slightly and began to make a
howling sound through out the room.
"How do I get myself into this mess?" he
asked himself, chewing on a cookie. "Damn it,
all I wanted was to be administrator of Harvard...
but no, I get messed up with these people. And
what's so damned important about this Mamoru
anyhow? Not like he's a super hero or some shit."
He stopped mumbling to take another bite of his
cookie. "And what's even more is that I don't
even know if I succeeded..." He glanced nervously
at the man laying on the cot across the room and
shook his head. "Damn it."
~~~~~Makoto's Apartment~~~~~~~~~~
"....what do you think Usagi-chan?"
The blonde looked up from her uneaten
hamburger and glanced at Minako. "Gomen nasai,
could you repeat?"
Moaning, Minako rolled her eyes. "I think
we should take a trip.... I don't know. Anywhere.
Get away from here for a while. We are all of age
to go anywhere we want, it's been peaceful and
we have the money."
"Umm... sure," Usagi responded half
heartedly.
"Where would we go?" Rei inquired, gently
reaching over to brush a stray hair out of
Yuuichirou face. "I'd have to find some help at
the temple if we took a vacation."
Ami looked up from her book for a split
second as if in deep thought. Of course, she is
always in deep thought and the girls didn't
notice the look from any others she wore. "What
about America? I've always wanted to go there.
We could go to California... or New York City."
"Ha! And get killed the second we get off
the plane?" Makoto blanched. "I don't even think
our Senshi powers will get us out of some of the
stuff I've heard goes on there!"
"We beat Metallia, Beryl, Dead Moon Circus
etc. and Mako-chan is scared of muggers...." Minako
shook her head in mock annoyance. "What's the
matter Mako-chan? Afraid that if they don't throw
nega-energy at you that you can't handle it?"
"Excuse me Sailor *V*," Makoto retorted
and threw her a hurt look. "The rest of us didn't
fight crime before the Dark Kingdom."
"Your just scared," Minako giggled lightly
to show she was teasing.
Rei held her hands up to stop the
interstellar war that was about to begin.
"Enough. Now, where would we go?"
Hotaru let her leg swing back and forth
off the side of the chair. "How about Hawaii?"
The phone ringing abruptly halted the
conversation. Makoto jumped up and grabbed it
off the hook. "Moshi, Moshi."
Her face turned a little pale and she
nodded. "Okay Tsukino-san, I'll tell her. Hai,
arigato."
"Nani?" Usagi asked, throwing her hamburger
to the side and looking up.
"You have a present at your house... a
vase of a dozen white roses."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Reika drummed her nails on the counter and
thought about the girl that has just ran out of
the arcade. She knows something about Motoki,
her mind told her. Suddenly she stood up to follow
the red headed girl.
Not a mile from the arcade, the teenager
came to a halt to catch her breath. "I *huff*
don't think she *huff* knows which way we went."
The cat in her bag hissed as she spoke. "I
told you not to talk to anyone! What where you
thinking?"
"I was thinking there is a woman who
could use some comfort! *That's* what I was
thinking!!" the teenager yelled.
The feline in the bag just stared at Mika.
"I'm sorry Mika-chan, really... I.. I'm sorry."
~~~~~~Usagi's House~~~~~~~~
She stared at the vase, dumbfounded. How
much more could she take? How much more torture
could one heart stand before it collapsed under
the weight of the grief it carried?
They sat there; simply - yet perfectly -
arranged in the pale lavender vase on her dresser.
They were so beautiful, so achingly beautiful,
few blooming, others still in their bud form. But
at the same time they were mocking her, reminding
her of the passing events.
With a trembling finger, she traced the form
of the bud, it's soft silkiness shooting sensations
of pleasure up her arm. She shivered slightly and
snatched her hand back, rubbing her forearm.
Who was doing this to her? Sending her roses
like this, no one was allowed to do that, only Mamo-chan.
But Mamo-chan was...
"No!" she said vehemently, shaking her head. She
refused to think about that. She was supposed to be
recovering; moving on as the Senshi had put it.
But it was just so hard, they would never understand.
Her gaze unwillingly shifted back to the milky white
roses. Slowly, her hand reached out and this time, her
finger traced its way down the stem. A thorn and her
finger rested at its sharp tip stopped its path. She
slowly pressed and the point punctured her skin. She
brought her hand back and mesmerized, she stared at the
drop of blood that welled up.
Blood red. Just like blood red roses. The roses
that she had grown to love, grown to desire.
Roses, roses Mamo-chan would give her at every
opportunity he had.
"...when I come back I'll bring you a dozen of
every color rose. One each day until you have so many
roses that you will drown in them..."
No. Kami - no! The Fates could not be so cruel!
It was her last thought before she passed out and
crumbled to a heap on the floor.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Well....... don't you just get mad when people do this?
*runs from various things thrown by readers* Ekkkkkkkkkkk!
Gomen! I promise... well - can't say, it'll be revealing
too much ^_~
Again, thank you Patch for writing this with me !!
Email! Email!! Even if you just want to email me to
tell me to never leave you hanging like this again ^^;
As long as I know people are reading!
luva!
Bethany
Bethany212@aol.com
http://anime.at/bethsere
&
Patch
patchkhan1@hotmail.com
^_^