The Destiny Arc: It Isn't Always What You Think
By Shimegami
Warnings: Shojo Ai, angst, death-ficcy
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
AN: Well, this is definately NOT your normal SM fic. It's written by several senshi who are in love with their fellow ones.
This one is Rei's. Any flames, and I will personally dismember you with a spork.
The Destiny Arc Section One: It Isn't Always What You Think
When you look at us when we're together, you would think that I hated Usagi. We always fight, bicker, and snap at each other. You would
think that we only barely tolerated each other.
You certainly wouldn't think that I loved her.
Loved her, in the romantic sense. I had always been attracted to girls, not boys, and once I laid eyes on her...
It was like seeing heaven.
However, once I was revealed as Sailor Mars, and began to hang out with them, I felt my joy at meeting her fade. I may have only had scattered
memories of the Silver Millenium, but I could remember...
The way sunlight on the Moon fell and shattered her white hair into a thousand crystals.
The way her eyes held a light that shamed that same sun.
The way her smile would light the room up like her eyes.
And the way that my life fell into darkness when she met the Prince of Earth.
Not that I have anything against Mamoru. He is quite cute, but I already loved her. I loved long before anyone else, except Minako. She shares her
love with mine, and our relationship has evolved into the friendly banter of two would-be rivals if their love was even interested. We're both
pathetic. We stare at her when she isn't looking, we watch every action like a hawk, and when whe kisses Mamoru, we run home and cry ourselves to
sleep. Not that she knows. Oh no, we've kept it a good secret from her. All the other Senshi except for Ami and Chibi-Usa know. Makoto pines after Ami,
the same way we pine after Usagi. Michiru and Haruka are wrapped up in each other, but they notice. Setsuna sadly watches Hotaru's every move as the
girl does the same to chibi-Usa.
And Ami, Usagi, and Chibi-Usa?
They don't even notice. They're lost in their own little perfect world, where they
believe that their princes will come and sweep them off their feet. It's already happened several times for Usagi.
How I wish that I could catch her eye.
It's not that I don't consider myself beautiful. I *know* I am. Long dark hair, deep flashing eyes, and a pretty porcelian face coupled with a killer
figure, all add up to one knock-out beauty. I've had my course of dates and high school one-day loves. The kind where it's only one person in your
eyes one day, and then they're simply normal the next.
However, this love I have for our leader didn't go away.
It haunts me, the way I feel. Every breath I take, every step, movement, all feel strange. I find myself trying to appeal to Usagi's good tastes. I
let her borrow my manga, I buy her ice cream (I don't think my savings can handle that again), and I save her during battles. But all this she accepts
as "friendly" acts. Sometimes I just want to yell at her, to tell her that it's not just friendly, that I really do love her that way.
BUt I couldn't do that.
It would destroy her fragile outlook on the world, the outlook where the pretty princess gets saved by the handsome prince, and they live happily ever
after, because of Destiny. It's actually not far off. Only, Destiny doesn't take into account the poor souls hiding backstage, wishing their script
was something more. Destiny ignores the small fools like me, who dared to fall in love with her princess that would never love back.
Destiny doesn't like those who stand in it's way of a picture-perfect ending.
So here I sit, with Minako, as we watch her cavort and play with Mamoru across the park. Minako's blue eyes held a sad depth that only the ocean could
achieve, and her pretty heart-shaped face was cast in sorrow. Her long blond hair, so like Usagi's, was missing it's perky red bow, and most of it fell
foward to frame her face. The dark red lipstick she wore on drawn lips completed the look of tragic young teen. I knew what I looked like. Perfect posture,
porcelain face surrounded by long black hair, and the same lipstick as Minako's painted on my unmoving lips, and eyes that seemed to cast shadows. We looked
the part of love-struck and rejected teens. We watched her dance, as sunlight cascaded around her, giving her wings of light and wrapping her in light that
failed to touch us. The shadows of night seemed to follow us, and the stars had long ceased to sparkle in our eyes. It's the same way Setsuna has always been,
for Hotaru, and the way Makoto and Hotaru became. The shingin light of our pretty pretty princess that eveyone looked on and loved, and the forgotten ones hiding
in the shadows.
She's beautiful.
I just wish that once, love wasn't controlled by Destiny.
Then maybe we could have been in the light too.
You would think that we'd be just as happy and light-woven as our leader, forever shining and bright.
You would think that, wouldn't you?
It isn't always what you think.
Especially when it comes to love.
~Owari of Section One~
AN:....Reviews? Flames? Chocolate-covered bishounen?
By Shimegami
Warnings: Shojo Ai, angst, death-ficcy
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
AN: Well, this is definately NOT your normal SM fic. It's written by several senshi who are in love with their fellow ones.
This one is Rei's. Any flames, and I will personally dismember you with a spork.
The Destiny Arc Section One: It Isn't Always What You Think
When you look at us when we're together, you would think that I hated Usagi. We always fight, bicker, and snap at each other. You would
think that we only barely tolerated each other.
You certainly wouldn't think that I loved her.
Loved her, in the romantic sense. I had always been attracted to girls, not boys, and once I laid eyes on her...
It was like seeing heaven.
However, once I was revealed as Sailor Mars, and began to hang out with them, I felt my joy at meeting her fade. I may have only had scattered
memories of the Silver Millenium, but I could remember...
The way sunlight on the Moon fell and shattered her white hair into a thousand crystals.
The way her eyes held a light that shamed that same sun.
The way her smile would light the room up like her eyes.
And the way that my life fell into darkness when she met the Prince of Earth.
Not that I have anything against Mamoru. He is quite cute, but I already loved her. I loved long before anyone else, except Minako. She shares her
love with mine, and our relationship has evolved into the friendly banter of two would-be rivals if their love was even interested. We're both
pathetic. We stare at her when she isn't looking, we watch every action like a hawk, and when whe kisses Mamoru, we run home and cry ourselves to
sleep. Not that she knows. Oh no, we've kept it a good secret from her. All the other Senshi except for Ami and Chibi-Usa know. Makoto pines after Ami,
the same way we pine after Usagi. Michiru and Haruka are wrapped up in each other, but they notice. Setsuna sadly watches Hotaru's every move as the
girl does the same to chibi-Usa.
And Ami, Usagi, and Chibi-Usa?
They don't even notice. They're lost in their own little perfect world, where they
believe that their princes will come and sweep them off their feet. It's already happened several times for Usagi.
How I wish that I could catch her eye.
It's not that I don't consider myself beautiful. I *know* I am. Long dark hair, deep flashing eyes, and a pretty porcelian face coupled with a killer
figure, all add up to one knock-out beauty. I've had my course of dates and high school one-day loves. The kind where it's only one person in your
eyes one day, and then they're simply normal the next.
However, this love I have for our leader didn't go away.
It haunts me, the way I feel. Every breath I take, every step, movement, all feel strange. I find myself trying to appeal to Usagi's good tastes. I
let her borrow my manga, I buy her ice cream (I don't think my savings can handle that again), and I save her during battles. But all this she accepts
as "friendly" acts. Sometimes I just want to yell at her, to tell her that it's not just friendly, that I really do love her that way.
BUt I couldn't do that.
It would destroy her fragile outlook on the world, the outlook where the pretty princess gets saved by the handsome prince, and they live happily ever
after, because of Destiny. It's actually not far off. Only, Destiny doesn't take into account the poor souls hiding backstage, wishing their script
was something more. Destiny ignores the small fools like me, who dared to fall in love with her princess that would never love back.
Destiny doesn't like those who stand in it's way of a picture-perfect ending.
So here I sit, with Minako, as we watch her cavort and play with Mamoru across the park. Minako's blue eyes held a sad depth that only the ocean could
achieve, and her pretty heart-shaped face was cast in sorrow. Her long blond hair, so like Usagi's, was missing it's perky red bow, and most of it fell
foward to frame her face. The dark red lipstick she wore on drawn lips completed the look of tragic young teen. I knew what I looked like. Perfect posture,
porcelain face surrounded by long black hair, and the same lipstick as Minako's painted on my unmoving lips, and eyes that seemed to cast shadows. We looked
the part of love-struck and rejected teens. We watched her dance, as sunlight cascaded around her, giving her wings of light and wrapping her in light that
failed to touch us. The shadows of night seemed to follow us, and the stars had long ceased to sparkle in our eyes. It's the same way Setsuna has always been,
for Hotaru, and the way Makoto and Hotaru became. The shingin light of our pretty pretty princess that eveyone looked on and loved, and the forgotten ones hiding
in the shadows.
She's beautiful.
I just wish that once, love wasn't controlled by Destiny.
Then maybe we could have been in the light too.
You would think that we'd be just as happy and light-woven as our leader, forever shining and bright.
You would think that, wouldn't you?
It isn't always what you think.
Especially when it comes to love.
~Owari of Section One~
AN:....Reviews? Flames? Chocolate-covered bishounen?