Part 2
We are going rather fast, and we are, I am sure, very high. I cling tighter to you, scared that I might fall down, and I swear you smile at that small gesture of innocence. You wrap your arms around me, tighter, as we go higher and faster. My mind spins with the questions of 'Where are you taking me?' and 'What are you going to do to me once we're there?'
As soon as I repeat those questions for about the 14th time in my head, you slow down, stop, and say, "We're here, Sailormoon."
I start to shake again, with the knowledge that we are, once again, alone together. You set me down, but keep a firm, steady hand on my waist. I shudder at the touch. I look around, and I see we are in the middle of a giant labyrinth of rose bushes of many colors. The sweet, intoxicating scent of all those roses reminds me of you, Tuxedo Kamen. I blush at the thought.
"Where are we?" I ask, turning away from you, slightly. I did not know that there was a place of such euphoria that even existed. It had to have been the most beautiful place on earth. The hedges were high, yet you could still see the sunrise and sunset. I thought about how beautiful this place would be, at that time.
There was a large oak tree in the far corner of the square we were in, looking very healthy, with strong branches. There was a place where all the branches spread out, and would be a perfect place for a tree house, or a place where 3 or 4 people could easily lay down without worry of falling off. Then, there was a cleared spot right above the branches, so you could see the stars at night. 'Tuxedo Kamen must come to this beautiful place after our fights,' I thought.
"We are at my private lot, which also serves as my garden," you explain. "As you probably know, I favor roses, so I made a small labyrinth with some rose bushes that I grew from seeds, then expanded it when they were high enough. This place means a lot to me, it's my own sanctuary, and I treasure it immensely." 'I knew this place was special,' I thought. It was remarkably beautiful, even after looking at it for about 5 minutes.
You pull me back into your arms again, gently, via your hand on my waist. I was taken by surprise at your sudden movement, and my breath sped up again. Your other hand was busy stroking my face, again, torturously. My eyes went wide, and I was shaking with fear and something else I could not explain. It was a feeling of contentment, and yet, it frightened me so, that my stomach did little flip-flops and it churned constantly, and it felt like those nervous butterflies you get sometimes when something exciting, yet scary, is happening to you.
I looked over at your hand, and back into your face. I could, again, feel your hot breath on my skin, and I got goosebumps all over. You were staring at me intently through your mask, again, making me shiver harshly, my knees threatening to give in, to just let me collapse in your arms. All I could do was close my eyes and swallow roughly. I dared not open my eyes; you were trying to search my soul through them. I bit my lip, thinking of your reaction to me.
"You have not answered my earlier question, Sailormoon," you said. "Are you afraid of me? All I need is one simple answer. I will not harm you in any way no matter what. Please, just tell me." For some reason, I believed you. I wanted to tell you, yet I was scared, not much of you, but what you could -might- do to me. Finding my voice and working up my courage to talk, I said, while still having my eyes closed, looking down slightly, "Truthfully?"
You whispered, "Hai, Sailormoon, Truthfully."
"Truthfully," I said, "I am very intimidated by you, but I am scared to death of what you could do to me if you w-w-wanted to." My voice started to waver at the end. I cringed, slightly, thinking of your reaction. You, then, took your hand, and tipped my head up gently with your index finger. I started to open my eyes, but quickly closed them and braced myself for the worst.
"Sailormoon, look at me," you say.
No response.
"Sailormoon, please, look at me," you beg.
I didn't move.
"Sailormoon, shimmata, look at me," you command, menacingly, almost a whisper.
I open my eyes, slowly, shaking even more violently than before, in fear of you, now. I expect to see you with anger on your face, and flames in your eyes, staring daggers at me for such a thought.
That wasn't what I saw.
I saw your eyes soften at my little display of innocence. You chuckled softly at me when I acted afraid of you when you went to cup my face in your hand; you stroke my cheek with your thumb.
"Sailormoon, do you think that I would actually do something like that to you?" you ask, with a surprised tone in your voice and a slightly shocked expression on your face. I nod, and try to step back from you. You give me no escape.
"You know, you look kinda cute like that. You look like a frightened little usagi I found out here, once," you say. I am surprised, since I am a 'frightened little usagi'. "You should trust me, Sailormoon. I have never once harmed you and I don't intend to start now. You are like this rose garden, such a beautiful thing is not meant to be destroyed, or abused, and is only to be shared with someone special. Although, there is one significant difference between you and the rose garden."
"What?" I ask, breathlessly. Your speeches are so beautiful.
"Simply that," you say, pulling a rose from your jacket and handing it to me, "This place couldn't compare to your beauty if it had a million more roses. You are more exotic than anything I can even think of. " At this rather, large, compliment, I start to blush extravagantly, holding the rose in my hands and looking at it tenderly.
"These are words that come from the heart, Sailormoon, my heart," you continue. "As much as I would like us to reveal our true identities to each other, so that we would be able to meet some other time, that may not be wise, for we do not know who is around us at this moment. I would love to see you again, though. Would you honor me as to meet me here tomorrow?"
"Hai," I say. "I will come. How will you know I am here?"
"Oh, I will know" you reply, smugly. "Sailormoon, may I ask you a personal question?"
"Yes, but I may not answer."
"Have you ever been kissed?"
I am shocked. Why does a rather sophisticated guy, like you, want to know if a little junior high student, like me, has ever been kissed? Is it possible you want to kiss me? For you to be my first kiss? Do you want to pronounce me as your own, with your lips?
"Uh, well, um... I," I stutter. "It's like this, I, um... no, actually."
"Good," you say, with a hint of a mischievous glint in your eyes.

End part 2