The Relitive.
By Nozomi-san
AN: Hey! I came up with a new idea! It should be worth reading.
Let us begin with this information.
*Rating-PG 13
*Email- tenshi no nozomi@yahoo.com
Web page- www.geocities.com/tenshi_no_nozomi/index
*Warnings- the memory part of it isn't too bad, but it is kinda vivid. Some language.
*Disclaimer- standard; I don't own GW or SM
*Type of Fanfic- GW and SM crossover
*Plot- you'll just ahve to wait to find out, won't you now? ^_^
*Thanks to: Von Veerman, Chibi Michi, and Rowan Valadosa for encouraging me;
Chibi Michi and Von Meerman for prereading it; to my still unnamed
muse for helping me with the plot; and the creators of these wonderfull anime cartoons.
Without them, GW and SM wouldn't exist. Oh, and to all the people who asked me to write this. There were litteraly too many people to count. One day when I came home from school, I found twenty massages from people JUST about my fanfics. Thank you all!
Ok, I think I've given credit where credit is due, and done all of the necessary things, so, without further redue, I give you: The Relitive!
1a: Let me be your friend
Usagi squinted up at the ceiling. Where was she.... She didn't remember anything.... and her head hurt awfully. She sat up, and discovered that she was in a room. She rubbed her temples, and the
n thought Well, I haven't forgetten everything... my name's Usagi, I live in Tokyo, Japan, and the last time I saw my parents they were dead and- Usagi stopped in her line of thoughts and ran over that one more time, this time it was accompanied by memories.
flashback
Usagi was dragging herself home through a thick rainfall. She was crying, and looked to be severaly beaten. She came to the front of her house, and gasped at the destruction that she saw in front of her. It was in shambles; half of it in ashes and parts of it still on fire, while the other side was caved in and falling apart as she looked on in horror. She entered through the remains of the house, she came to the kitchen where her mother was slumped over the sink. Her head was lolling at an impossible angle, and she knew that she was most certainly dead. She cried out and fled the scene of Ikuko's death, only to enter another awful scene. her father was sitting in front of the in his favorite chair, with the remains of what looked to be a newspaper on his lap. He was covered in ashes, and parts of him were on fire. The smell of burning flesh was so strong and disgusting that Usagi began to cry. His right arm had been completetey detatched and sat over in the corner farthest to her. She stared in horror at the bloody stump that he had, and the puddle dark of blood collecting under the arm. His reading glasses had cut his face, and dark oozing bood mixed with the soot turning it into a dark moroon. His lifeless eyes stared at her, as if accusing her of their fate. She backed up against the window, and then turned to go up the stairs- accept that there weren't any. She screamed in fright when she saw that the stairs were a mangled wreck in the neighbor's yard, and the uptairs was now in her backyard. Her hand covered her mouth as she gasped and heaved for air. The world spun in and out of focus when she saw Shingo's body dangling by one leg from the lone tree in the back of their yard. The sheer force of the explosion had sent him flying, and had hit the tree with such force from the velocity that the trunk had crushed the back of his skull into a bloody, gory mess. His lifeless body had then dropped branch from branch where his foot had finally caught and let the corpse dangle to be defiled by the wind, rain, and wild animals. Usagi turned and ran out into the front where she began to throw up. "No... please, no... not- not my family," she whispered before the world became black and she fell into the black oblivion that released her from the cruel scenes that she had to cope with... and she had gladly accepted.
end flash back
Usagi's chest heaved like a wounded creature's. Her teary eyes were wide and blank, and didn't register the stranger in front of her. Her hands were clenched so hard into fists around the burgandy cloth that they had gone white and had begun to shake. She felt a wave of pain over come her, and she began to cry.
Lady Une looked down at the girl who was her eice. When she had found her, she had been at the only hospital for survivors. She felt ultimately guilty for her pain, but it couldn' be helped. She said, "Hello Usagi. Do you know who I am?" The girl sniffled in misery, and said no. Lady Une smiled gently, in a lady-like way, and said, "I am Lady Une. Your aunt." "My... my aunt?" "Yes, and since your family is dead, I will be taking care of you." "Arigatoe, Une-sama." "I'll have none of that." "Huh?" Usagi looked at her confused. "My name for you is simply Une."
Ube sat down next to her and put a comforting arm over her shoulder. " I want you to treat me like an equal, Usagi. I will have it no other way. I am going to be your new friend because I don't know how to be a mother or even an aunt. So let's be friends, huh? What do you say, Usa-chan?" Usagi stared at her in shock. Not once had an adult talked to her like THAT. Well... she was _pretty_ sure that most of them hadn't, anyways. Her eyes welled up with tears, and she burst into tears once more after hugging her and saying, "Thanks, Une-chan... thanks." She had laughed softly, and said, "C'mon, let's get some hot chocholate." Thus they left the room, Usagi clinging to her by her hip as though if she had released her she might die.
By Nozomi-san
AN: Hey! I came up with a new idea! It should be worth reading.
Let us begin with this information.
*Rating-PG 13
*Email- tenshi no nozomi@yahoo.com
Web page- www.geocities.com/tenshi_no_nozomi/index
*Warnings- the memory part of it isn't too bad, but it is kinda vivid. Some language.
*Disclaimer- standard; I don't own GW or SM
*Type of Fanfic- GW and SM crossover
*Plot- you'll just ahve to wait to find out, won't you now? ^_^
*Thanks to: Von Veerman, Chibi Michi, and Rowan Valadosa for encouraging me;
Chibi Michi and Von Meerman for prereading it; to my still unnamed
muse for helping me with the plot; and the creators of these wonderfull anime cartoons.
Without them, GW and SM wouldn't exist. Oh, and to all the people who asked me to write this. There were litteraly too many people to count. One day when I came home from school, I found twenty massages from people JUST about my fanfics. Thank you all!
Ok, I think I've given credit where credit is due, and done all of the necessary things, so, without further redue, I give you: The Relitive!
1a: Let me be your friend
Usagi squinted up at the ceiling. Where was she.... She didn't remember anything.... and her head hurt awfully. She sat up, and discovered that she was in a room. She rubbed her temples, and the
n thought Well, I haven't forgetten everything... my name's Usagi, I live in Tokyo, Japan, and the last time I saw my parents they were dead and- Usagi stopped in her line of thoughts and ran over that one more time, this time it was accompanied by memories.
flashback
Usagi was dragging herself home through a thick rainfall. She was crying, and looked to be severaly beaten. She came to the front of her house, and gasped at the destruction that she saw in front of her. It was in shambles; half of it in ashes and parts of it still on fire, while the other side was caved in and falling apart as she looked on in horror. She entered through the remains of the house, she came to the kitchen where her mother was slumped over the sink. Her head was lolling at an impossible angle, and she knew that she was most certainly dead. She cried out and fled the scene of Ikuko's death, only to enter another awful scene. her father was sitting in front of the in his favorite chair, with the remains of what looked to be a newspaper on his lap. He was covered in ashes, and parts of him were on fire. The smell of burning flesh was so strong and disgusting that Usagi began to cry. His right arm had been completetey detatched and sat over in the corner farthest to her. She stared in horror at the bloody stump that he had, and the puddle dark of blood collecting under the arm. His reading glasses had cut his face, and dark oozing bood mixed with the soot turning it into a dark moroon. His lifeless eyes stared at her, as if accusing her of their fate. She backed up against the window, and then turned to go up the stairs- accept that there weren't any. She screamed in fright when she saw that the stairs were a mangled wreck in the neighbor's yard, and the uptairs was now in her backyard. Her hand covered her mouth as she gasped and heaved for air. The world spun in and out of focus when she saw Shingo's body dangling by one leg from the lone tree in the back of their yard. The sheer force of the explosion had sent him flying, and had hit the tree with such force from the velocity that the trunk had crushed the back of his skull into a bloody, gory mess. His lifeless body had then dropped branch from branch where his foot had finally caught and let the corpse dangle to be defiled by the wind, rain, and wild animals. Usagi turned and ran out into the front where she began to throw up. "No... please, no... not- not my family," she whispered before the world became black and she fell into the black oblivion that released her from the cruel scenes that she had to cope with... and she had gladly accepted.
end flash back
Usagi's chest heaved like a wounded creature's. Her teary eyes were wide and blank, and didn't register the stranger in front of her. Her hands were clenched so hard into fists around the burgandy cloth that they had gone white and had begun to shake. She felt a wave of pain over come her, and she began to cry.
Lady Une looked down at the girl who was her eice. When she had found her, she had been at the only hospital for survivors. She felt ultimately guilty for her pain, but it couldn' be helped. She said, "Hello Usagi. Do you know who I am?" The girl sniffled in misery, and said no. Lady Une smiled gently, in a lady-like way, and said, "I am Lady Une. Your aunt." "My... my aunt?" "Yes, and since your family is dead, I will be taking care of you." "Arigatoe, Une-sama." "I'll have none of that." "Huh?" Usagi looked at her confused. "My name for you is simply Une."
Ube sat down next to her and put a comforting arm over her shoulder. " I want you to treat me like an equal, Usagi. I will have it no other way. I am going to be your new friend because I don't know how to be a mother or even an aunt. So let's be friends, huh? What do you say, Usa-chan?" Usagi stared at her in shock. Not once had an adult talked to her like THAT. Well... she was _pretty_ sure that most of them hadn't, anyways. Her eyes welled up with tears, and she burst into tears once more after hugging her and saying, "Thanks, Une-chan... thanks." She had laughed softly, and said, "C'mon, let's get some hot chocholate." Thus they left the room, Usagi clinging to her by her hip as though if she had released her she might die.