AN: Hey Minna! how's it going? Pretty good here..
my file erased all my stories, but HUGE thanks to
Jupiter and Patch cuz I have most of them back
now *whew* - hehe. BTW, Patch is going to be
co-writing the rest of this series with me, she
is a very talented and wonderful writer and I'm
very honored to get to work with her ^_^
HUGE thanks to my editor.... we won't say just
how many problems this story would have without her.
HUGE THANK YOU to everyone who has emailed me!
***HUGS*** I love you all!
Now.. go read!
Insert usual disclaimers that no one reads anyway
here... yada, yada, yada..
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
I know at first it seemed like I could
never even begin to like Usagi-chan. How could
the gentle, graceful Princess of a thousand
years ago be the same klutzy, air-headed Usagi
that I know now?
But if there is one thing that I've learned,
beside self-control, over the last couple of years;
it is that love never changes. I will honor and
protect the Princess now as I did then. The love
she and her Prince share is just as strong now as
it was one thousand years in the past.
Unfortunately, just like then, she couldn't bear
to live without him. Now I can only hope that
the end here, isn't as it was then.
-Haruka.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Don't Let Me Go: Insanity
Chapter: 3
By: Bethany
Edited: Meara
Rated: Pg? yeah, bout right
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I don't know what to do," Minako
commented to thin air. Everyone was quiet.
"What can we do?" Ami asked. For once
the handy dandy mini computer couldn't help
her out, and frustration was building to a
peak. "I feel so bad for her."
Haruka chewed on her thumb nail, deep
in thought. "Setsuna; do you know anything?"
The tall Senshi of time shook her head
no and twirled her time staff thoughtfully.
"I never saw this coming..." Truthfully, she
could find out what would happen - but decided
against looking into the future; almost too
afraid of what will happen to Usagi without
the Prince.
Makoto walked aimlessly through the small
apartment. Her eyes scanned over how neat and
clean everything was, how the kitchen was full
of Mamoru's favorite foods. A shiver ran through
her; it was as if he was still alive.
A squeal of delight came out of the
bedroom and all of the Senshi stood. Rushing
towards the door, they stopped just in time to
avoid running into each other. "Wha--?"
Rei put her hand over Makoto's mouth and
quietly came closer to the door. Pressing her
ear to the door she listened.
Everyone stood stock still, waiting. Finally
Rei moved from the door. "I don't think she's alone."
*~*~*~*~~*~*~*
"Oh Mamo-chan, I've missed you so much,"
Usagi cried, burying her face in his chest,
rubbing her cheek against the flannel fabric on
his chest. "Mamo-c-" Suddenly she stopped. "What..
Mamo-chan, you hate flannel."
Mamoru laughed lightly. "Hai, but you like
it so I thought I would wear it for you."
"But you never would before..." she noted.
He chuckled, causing the sound to vibrate
throughout his chest and put his arm around her
waist. "Don't question it, my sweet. I just want
to make you happy."
One delicate eyebrow raised up. "You never
would do it before... you're allergic to it, ne?"
"Usagi," Usagi looked up, why did he call
her that...?
"Usagi! Wake up!"
Slowly blue eyes peaked out from behind dark
lashes. "Rei-chan?"
"Hai, you were dreaming."
A rush of tears started falling from Usagi's
eyes. "Rei-chan, he's alive. He has to be! I can't
live without him!" she sobbed, buried in her best
friends arms.
The door opened wider, allowing Minako, Ami
and Makoto in the room. Slowly they each perched on
the bed and laid a comforting arm around their best
friend. "Oh Usagi-chan, it'll take a while. But you'll
feel better," Minako tried to tell her.
The blonde shook her head no almost violently. "No!
I won't forget him. Never!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Like a dark blanket, the light in the sky
moved to make way for the darkness. Small twinkling
stars ajoined the skies of Tokyo, and an un-usually
warm breeze caused a tall girl's brown, wavy hair to
fly past her face. "It's so good to be home again,"
Reika sighed, taking in the sights around her like
she had been gone for ages.
"You feeling any better?" her compainion asked,
worry evident in his deep voice.
"Hai, just needed to be home."
A strong hand reached out and squeezed hers tightly.
"How are we going to tell Usagi-chan that we couldn't get
Mamoru's stuff?"
"I don't know, she'll take it hard. I hate to see
everyone so upset."
The couple walked through the streets of Tokyo,
towards the Crown Arcade Center. Digging deep in his
jeans pocket, Motoki produced a ring of keys and used
a gold colored one to open the sliding glass doors.
After a short hunt for the switch, the lights came on
in the arcade. "Oh, I'm going to kill my sister..." the
man mumbled, noting the floors hadn't been swept before
close.
"Well, we'll put off talking to Usagi until tomorrow.
Come on, I'll help you clean up this mess," Reika said,
going towards the counter.
Motoki heard a small gasp and looked up. Reika was
looking out the front windows of the arcade, her mouth
open and eyes wide. "Reika, honey, are you alright?"
She ran towards the door and pushed them open. Her
profile moved from left to right while she scanned the
street. One arm encircled her from behind. "Dajibou?"
"I... I thought I seen a ghost," she whispered,
closing her eyes to deny that she had indeed seen a black
haired man walk past the doors. "I must have been imagining
things."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hai, this is shorter than the rest - but they will get
longer after the next chapter. I hope ^^;
Email everyone! Email is good! Email is your friend..!!
Email me.... ^_^
Luva!
Bethany
Bethany212@aol.com
http://anime.at/bethsere
my file erased all my stories, but HUGE thanks to
Jupiter and Patch cuz I have most of them back
now *whew* - hehe. BTW, Patch is going to be
co-writing the rest of this series with me, she
is a very talented and wonderful writer and I'm
very honored to get to work with her ^_^
HUGE thanks to my editor.... we won't say just
how many problems this story would have without her.
HUGE THANK YOU to everyone who has emailed me!
***HUGS*** I love you all!
Now.. go read!
Insert usual disclaimers that no one reads anyway
here... yada, yada, yada..
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
I know at first it seemed like I could
never even begin to like Usagi-chan. How could
the gentle, graceful Princess of a thousand
years ago be the same klutzy, air-headed Usagi
that I know now?
But if there is one thing that I've learned,
beside self-control, over the last couple of years;
it is that love never changes. I will honor and
protect the Princess now as I did then. The love
she and her Prince share is just as strong now as
it was one thousand years in the past.
Unfortunately, just like then, she couldn't bear
to live without him. Now I can only hope that
the end here, isn't as it was then.
-Haruka.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Don't Let Me Go: Insanity
Chapter: 3
By: Bethany
Edited: Meara
Rated: Pg? yeah, bout right
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I don't know what to do," Minako
commented to thin air. Everyone was quiet.
"What can we do?" Ami asked. For once
the handy dandy mini computer couldn't help
her out, and frustration was building to a
peak. "I feel so bad for her."
Haruka chewed on her thumb nail, deep
in thought. "Setsuna; do you know anything?"
The tall Senshi of time shook her head
no and twirled her time staff thoughtfully.
"I never saw this coming..." Truthfully, she
could find out what would happen - but decided
against looking into the future; almost too
afraid of what will happen to Usagi without
the Prince.
Makoto walked aimlessly through the small
apartment. Her eyes scanned over how neat and
clean everything was, how the kitchen was full
of Mamoru's favorite foods. A shiver ran through
her; it was as if he was still alive.
A squeal of delight came out of the
bedroom and all of the Senshi stood. Rushing
towards the door, they stopped just in time to
avoid running into each other. "Wha--?"
Rei put her hand over Makoto's mouth and
quietly came closer to the door. Pressing her
ear to the door she listened.
Everyone stood stock still, waiting. Finally
Rei moved from the door. "I don't think she's alone."
*~*~*~*~~*~*~*
"Oh Mamo-chan, I've missed you so much,"
Usagi cried, burying her face in his chest,
rubbing her cheek against the flannel fabric on
his chest. "Mamo-c-" Suddenly she stopped. "What..
Mamo-chan, you hate flannel."
Mamoru laughed lightly. "Hai, but you like
it so I thought I would wear it for you."
"But you never would before..." she noted.
He chuckled, causing the sound to vibrate
throughout his chest and put his arm around her
waist. "Don't question it, my sweet. I just want
to make you happy."
One delicate eyebrow raised up. "You never
would do it before... you're allergic to it, ne?"
"Usagi," Usagi looked up, why did he call
her that...?
"Usagi! Wake up!"
Slowly blue eyes peaked out from behind dark
lashes. "Rei-chan?"
"Hai, you were dreaming."
A rush of tears started falling from Usagi's
eyes. "Rei-chan, he's alive. He has to be! I can't
live without him!" she sobbed, buried in her best
friends arms.
The door opened wider, allowing Minako, Ami
and Makoto in the room. Slowly they each perched on
the bed and laid a comforting arm around their best
friend. "Oh Usagi-chan, it'll take a while. But you'll
feel better," Minako tried to tell her.
The blonde shook her head no almost violently. "No!
I won't forget him. Never!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Like a dark blanket, the light in the sky
moved to make way for the darkness. Small twinkling
stars ajoined the skies of Tokyo, and an un-usually
warm breeze caused a tall girl's brown, wavy hair to
fly past her face. "It's so good to be home again,"
Reika sighed, taking in the sights around her like
she had been gone for ages.
"You feeling any better?" her compainion asked,
worry evident in his deep voice.
"Hai, just needed to be home."
A strong hand reached out and squeezed hers tightly.
"How are we going to tell Usagi-chan that we couldn't get
Mamoru's stuff?"
"I don't know, she'll take it hard. I hate to see
everyone so upset."
The couple walked through the streets of Tokyo,
towards the Crown Arcade Center. Digging deep in his
jeans pocket, Motoki produced a ring of keys and used
a gold colored one to open the sliding glass doors.
After a short hunt for the switch, the lights came on
in the arcade. "Oh, I'm going to kill my sister..." the
man mumbled, noting the floors hadn't been swept before
close.
"Well, we'll put off talking to Usagi until tomorrow.
Come on, I'll help you clean up this mess," Reika said,
going towards the counter.
Motoki heard a small gasp and looked up. Reika was
looking out the front windows of the arcade, her mouth
open and eyes wide. "Reika, honey, are you alright?"
She ran towards the door and pushed them open. Her
profile moved from left to right while she scanned the
street. One arm encircled her from behind. "Dajibou?"
"I... I thought I seen a ghost," she whispered,
closing her eyes to deny that she had indeed seen a black
haired man walk past the doors. "I must have been imagining
things."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hai, this is shorter than the rest - but they will get
longer after the next chapter. I hope ^^;
Email everyone! Email is good! Email is your friend..!!
Email me.... ^_^
Luva!
Bethany
Bethany212@aol.com
http://anime.at/bethsere