Rabbits and Roses
Chapter 18
By: Prophetess of Hearts
Disclaimer: STANDARD! How many times do I have to tell you?
A.N: *pouts slightly* Forgive me if this chapter doesn't meet your standards... I'm kinda drawing a blank for this chapter...... *cue laughter* Beryl swears here. Oh... and Gomen ne for it being so late... Shimatta writers block.
~~~~{~~@ Friday, August 13th @~~}~~~~
---/--@ Afternoon @--\---
^_^ Ami's PoV ^_^
I had taken to reading one of my favorite series... Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter. It is written by the very talented Laurell K. Hamilton, in my books she's a great writer. And they way she portrays Vampires and Werewolves is top knock. I was done Blue Moon by the time I looked over at the clock, it decided to state 3pm. Over all I think I've done pretty well putting Usagi's romance problems out of my mind and filling it with Anita Blake's romance problems. I mean she has a Werewolf by the name of Richard, and a Master Vampire by the name of Jean-Claude after her emotions. How can you not think that is more difficult then 2 rival gang leaders being in love?
Okay, so it was working well until I decided to look at the clock, but hey, at least I tried... right? Okay, so there was only one thing I could do... go back to reading about Anita Blake, maybe I could learn how to be as direct, and 'pleasant' as she is when she doesn't have that much sleep. I mean how much sleep can you expect out of a person who raises Zombies, helps the police on supernatural crimes, and is the leader of the Were-leopards... not to mention being the Lupa to the werewolves all because she is in love with the leader of the werewolves. It's quite amusing to read about... and so I continue to read.
^_^ Beryl's PoV ^_^
I didn't have very many choices of what to do down here, in the blank space of whatever hell they had put me into. My choices were as follows: scream at the top of my lungs, eat the scant food that they were providing, or sleep. And so after looking at my options and assessing them as such... I decided to do all three. And so I started to scream.
"USAGI!!! YOU GOD FORSAKEN BITCH GET YOUR FUCKING ASS IN HERE SO I CAN BEAT YOU TO A BLOODY PULP YOU LITTLE SKANKY WHORE!!!!" I started out with, and then, after continuing this and swearing my head off like nothing else and running my vocal cords raw, I decided it was time for the food.
Moving to the plate and picking it up, I ate the bread that was provided. Gee, could they get any more into the whole prisoner thing? I shrugged it off and then ate up, while looking at the plate accusingly then at the bars in the doors window... an evil and devious smile came upon my face as I then went about bashing the metal plate against the bars. The metal against metal scraping noise making a satisfying screech and banging noise...
After about n hour of that I crawled into what they considered a bed and feel asleep.
^_^ Ikuko's PoV ^_^
After my bout of cooking and my daughter then disappearing on us I looked to my on. My little boy. But as I watched him she shifted about in his seat as if something were on his mind. I raised an eyebrow and looked at him more steadily. "Is something wrong Shingo?" I asked him while looking at him, wondering what was up with him. He may usually be nervous but that's normally from him annoying Usagi, or having done something wrong.
He looked at me with hollow eyes. The kind that tells you that they know something that they are not allowed to tell you. Something that would break a sacred trust. And that fact alone hurt me as I stared into my sons eyes. I wanted to be there for him, I wanted him to be able to confide in me. And with him not being able to... it makes me feel like I have failed. That what I set out to do when I had them was not accomplished. I felt like a bad parent.
^_^ Kenji's PoV ^_^
I looked from my wife to our son, I knew what she was feeling as she looked in his eyes. I could see it in her stance, her eyes. And that fact alone broke my heart. I love her beyond anything else. No matter how it may seem that fact alone is what caused me to except the fact that my daughter was in love. I had realized it as I watched him hold her, as I watched them cry on the porch. It was that gentle caring, that holding. It reminded me of Ikuko and I when we were younger.
Ikuko used to tell me when we were first married how she hoped that our children would confide in us, not only see us as parents, but as friends. Yes, I realized I tended to go over board on Usagi's male friends, but that was because none of them showed the loving nature in which she deserved. And now that that young man did show it, it was almost as if a great burden had been lifted from my shoulders. And yet... it still caused me pain.
^_^ Mamoru's PoV ^_^
I spent my afternoon in front of the painting that I did of Usagi. Just staring at it. It nearly made me cry as I remembered the fact that she loved me, ad that in this war she may die. I made a decision then about the fact that I would do anything that I possibly could to protect her. I would put my life in danger just to protect her. And in the end, that would probably be what it took.
A lone tear cascaded down my face as I stared at the painting of my beloved Usagi. The pain was so real inside me. And it brought me back to my parent's death. I was told that they had loved each other very much, and that in the end, although I don't remember it they went out holding each others hands. And that was something that I hoped to do one day, even when I was young... with the one I loved.
I had been sitting there for at least 2 hours, not paying attention to the looks I was getting from others, I wondered if they pitied me, even if they didn't know what it was for. Wondered if they hurt looking at me and that was why they turned away. I don't know what they did, but I could feel that they wanted me to leave so they couldn't see that others are in pain at times too.
^_^ Motoki's PoV ^_^
I had taken the time off, that much was evident from my wandering, and so it was that I found myself in front of the place where Mamoru was. He was sitting there in front of Usagi's picture. I sighed as I looked at him, wondering how long he had been there. As I looked at his heart broken face I knew I had to move him away from there, or he would be even harder to pull away later.
I walked up to him, he was sitting on the ground, not caring if he was in the dirt or no, just staring with sad eyes at the painting. I went up to him, and took a hold of his arm. I lead him away from the wall with soft promises that he and Usagi would be together, and that they would be safe. And I knew I would do whatever it took to accomplish that for my long time friend. It was the least I could do.
^_^ Rei's PoV ^_^
After the realization of my vision, I took the time to walk around and see how the others were doing. I had first found Motoki and had followed him from a distance. I watched in quiet as he found Mamoru and led him away from the painting of Usa. I knew how much Mamoru loved her, and as I watched Motoki, I knew how much he cared for his friend. It made me sad at what I knew was going to happen.
The next stop was at the park, where I knew that Usa would be. I found her leaning against a tree, a sketching pad in hand. I was quiet and stealthy as I approached her, and I saw the picture that she had just drawn. It made me realize even more how much she and Mamoru belonged, for they were both great artists, and they both had for the time being a broken heart. And with that I crept away.
^_^ Shingo's PoV ^_^
After mom questioned me, and took on that depressed look I took the time to get away from the house, my explanation being I was going to visit a friend. And I was, her name was Mika ((Gomen ne, I don't know her Japanese name)). A lot of people teased me that I had a crush on her, or was in love with her. They in reality were not that far off in this. That is... if I were older it wouldn't be much of a problem.
As I arrived on her doorstep and knocked on her door, waiting patiently I thought about the battle that was to come that could cost me my sister. It hurt. Mika opened the door, and after taking one look at my face she opened the door and allowed me to enter. I only said a few words after entering. "Mika? Can you make me a doll of my sister?" Okay, so I admit it sounded like I was using her. But still, she nodded her head, smiling a little, and then enveloped me into her arms then lead me to her room.
^_^ Usagi's PoV ^_^
I was still at the park, looking at the scenery with a pencil in hard, just thinking about Mamoru, with his raven black hair, and his deep blue eyes. That was roughly when I looked down to see a picture of him. His eyes shaded in like they were filled with sorrow, and his mouth forming a slight frown. His hair so dark and solid in it that it looked like there were no individual hairs, except the one or two that hung over his eyes, just like in real life. And looking at that drawing, I felt sad that I might lose him.
As I looked at the drawing I decided to add a little more, like a border of roses at the sides and a sword at the very top and bottom. I smiled and then picked up the pencil crayons that were in my little carrying case and started to color it all in. I smiled as I did this, and I neatly printed his name at the bottom. 'Mamoru Chiba', I but his first name first like they would if we were in America. And below that I neatly put its American translation in handwriting. 'Protector of Earth.' After signing my name at the bottom, in my lovely signature with the date written on the bottom, I packed up my stuff.
I had decided after signing my name that I should give it to him, after all he had given me a drawing of myself even if everyone in the world could see it. And so I walked to his apartment and knocked on the door. To my surprise it was Motoki that answered the door. I smiled weakly at him and handed him the drawing, not folded or anything and it was face up. His eyes widened a little as he looked at it. Then he looked at me and whispered "He'll love it Usa-chan". And with that I turned around and left Mamoru's apartment building in hopes it wouldn't hurt o much if I didn't see him until the battle.
Chapter 18
By: Prophetess of Hearts
Disclaimer: STANDARD! How many times do I have to tell you?
A.N: *pouts slightly* Forgive me if this chapter doesn't meet your standards... I'm kinda drawing a blank for this chapter...... *cue laughter* Beryl swears here. Oh... and Gomen ne for it being so late... Shimatta writers block.
~~~~{~~@ Friday, August 13th @~~}~~~~
---/--@ Afternoon @--\---
^_^ Ami's PoV ^_^
I had taken to reading one of my favorite series... Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter. It is written by the very talented Laurell K. Hamilton, in my books she's a great writer. And they way she portrays Vampires and Werewolves is top knock. I was done Blue Moon by the time I looked over at the clock, it decided to state 3pm. Over all I think I've done pretty well putting Usagi's romance problems out of my mind and filling it with Anita Blake's romance problems. I mean she has a Werewolf by the name of Richard, and a Master Vampire by the name of Jean-Claude after her emotions. How can you not think that is more difficult then 2 rival gang leaders being in love?
Okay, so it was working well until I decided to look at the clock, but hey, at least I tried... right? Okay, so there was only one thing I could do... go back to reading about Anita Blake, maybe I could learn how to be as direct, and 'pleasant' as she is when she doesn't have that much sleep. I mean how much sleep can you expect out of a person who raises Zombies, helps the police on supernatural crimes, and is the leader of the Were-leopards... not to mention being the Lupa to the werewolves all because she is in love with the leader of the werewolves. It's quite amusing to read about... and so I continue to read.
^_^ Beryl's PoV ^_^
I didn't have very many choices of what to do down here, in the blank space of whatever hell they had put me into. My choices were as follows: scream at the top of my lungs, eat the scant food that they were providing, or sleep. And so after looking at my options and assessing them as such... I decided to do all three. And so I started to scream.
"USAGI!!! YOU GOD FORSAKEN BITCH GET YOUR FUCKING ASS IN HERE SO I CAN BEAT YOU TO A BLOODY PULP YOU LITTLE SKANKY WHORE!!!!" I started out with, and then, after continuing this and swearing my head off like nothing else and running my vocal cords raw, I decided it was time for the food.
Moving to the plate and picking it up, I ate the bread that was provided. Gee, could they get any more into the whole prisoner thing? I shrugged it off and then ate up, while looking at the plate accusingly then at the bars in the doors window... an evil and devious smile came upon my face as I then went about bashing the metal plate against the bars. The metal against metal scraping noise making a satisfying screech and banging noise...
After about n hour of that I crawled into what they considered a bed and feel asleep.
^_^ Ikuko's PoV ^_^
After my bout of cooking and my daughter then disappearing on us I looked to my on. My little boy. But as I watched him she shifted about in his seat as if something were on his mind. I raised an eyebrow and looked at him more steadily. "Is something wrong Shingo?" I asked him while looking at him, wondering what was up with him. He may usually be nervous but that's normally from him annoying Usagi, or having done something wrong.
He looked at me with hollow eyes. The kind that tells you that they know something that they are not allowed to tell you. Something that would break a sacred trust. And that fact alone hurt me as I stared into my sons eyes. I wanted to be there for him, I wanted him to be able to confide in me. And with him not being able to... it makes me feel like I have failed. That what I set out to do when I had them was not accomplished. I felt like a bad parent.
^_^ Kenji's PoV ^_^
I looked from my wife to our son, I knew what she was feeling as she looked in his eyes. I could see it in her stance, her eyes. And that fact alone broke my heart. I love her beyond anything else. No matter how it may seem that fact alone is what caused me to except the fact that my daughter was in love. I had realized it as I watched him hold her, as I watched them cry on the porch. It was that gentle caring, that holding. It reminded me of Ikuko and I when we were younger.
Ikuko used to tell me when we were first married how she hoped that our children would confide in us, not only see us as parents, but as friends. Yes, I realized I tended to go over board on Usagi's male friends, but that was because none of them showed the loving nature in which she deserved. And now that that young man did show it, it was almost as if a great burden had been lifted from my shoulders. And yet... it still caused me pain.
^_^ Mamoru's PoV ^_^
I spent my afternoon in front of the painting that I did of Usagi. Just staring at it. It nearly made me cry as I remembered the fact that she loved me, ad that in this war she may die. I made a decision then about the fact that I would do anything that I possibly could to protect her. I would put my life in danger just to protect her. And in the end, that would probably be what it took.
A lone tear cascaded down my face as I stared at the painting of my beloved Usagi. The pain was so real inside me. And it brought me back to my parent's death. I was told that they had loved each other very much, and that in the end, although I don't remember it they went out holding each others hands. And that was something that I hoped to do one day, even when I was young... with the one I loved.
I had been sitting there for at least 2 hours, not paying attention to the looks I was getting from others, I wondered if they pitied me, even if they didn't know what it was for. Wondered if they hurt looking at me and that was why they turned away. I don't know what they did, but I could feel that they wanted me to leave so they couldn't see that others are in pain at times too.
^_^ Motoki's PoV ^_^
I had taken the time off, that much was evident from my wandering, and so it was that I found myself in front of the place where Mamoru was. He was sitting there in front of Usagi's picture. I sighed as I looked at him, wondering how long he had been there. As I looked at his heart broken face I knew I had to move him away from there, or he would be even harder to pull away later.
I walked up to him, he was sitting on the ground, not caring if he was in the dirt or no, just staring with sad eyes at the painting. I went up to him, and took a hold of his arm. I lead him away from the wall with soft promises that he and Usagi would be together, and that they would be safe. And I knew I would do whatever it took to accomplish that for my long time friend. It was the least I could do.
^_^ Rei's PoV ^_^
After the realization of my vision, I took the time to walk around and see how the others were doing. I had first found Motoki and had followed him from a distance. I watched in quiet as he found Mamoru and led him away from the painting of Usa. I knew how much Mamoru loved her, and as I watched Motoki, I knew how much he cared for his friend. It made me sad at what I knew was going to happen.
The next stop was at the park, where I knew that Usa would be. I found her leaning against a tree, a sketching pad in hand. I was quiet and stealthy as I approached her, and I saw the picture that she had just drawn. It made me realize even more how much she and Mamoru belonged, for they were both great artists, and they both had for the time being a broken heart. And with that I crept away.
^_^ Shingo's PoV ^_^
After mom questioned me, and took on that depressed look I took the time to get away from the house, my explanation being I was going to visit a friend. And I was, her name was Mika ((Gomen ne, I don't know her Japanese name)). A lot of people teased me that I had a crush on her, or was in love with her. They in reality were not that far off in this. That is... if I were older it wouldn't be much of a problem.
As I arrived on her doorstep and knocked on her door, waiting patiently I thought about the battle that was to come that could cost me my sister. It hurt. Mika opened the door, and after taking one look at my face she opened the door and allowed me to enter. I only said a few words after entering. "Mika? Can you make me a doll of my sister?" Okay, so I admit it sounded like I was using her. But still, she nodded her head, smiling a little, and then enveloped me into her arms then lead me to her room.
^_^ Usagi's PoV ^_^
I was still at the park, looking at the scenery with a pencil in hard, just thinking about Mamoru, with his raven black hair, and his deep blue eyes. That was roughly when I looked down to see a picture of him. His eyes shaded in like they were filled with sorrow, and his mouth forming a slight frown. His hair so dark and solid in it that it looked like there were no individual hairs, except the one or two that hung over his eyes, just like in real life. And looking at that drawing, I felt sad that I might lose him.
As I looked at the drawing I decided to add a little more, like a border of roses at the sides and a sword at the very top and bottom. I smiled and then picked up the pencil crayons that were in my little carrying case and started to color it all in. I smiled as I did this, and I neatly printed his name at the bottom. 'Mamoru Chiba', I but his first name first like they would if we were in America. And below that I neatly put its American translation in handwriting. 'Protector of Earth.' After signing my name at the bottom, in my lovely signature with the date written on the bottom, I packed up my stuff.
I had decided after signing my name that I should give it to him, after all he had given me a drawing of myself even if everyone in the world could see it. And so I walked to his apartment and knocked on the door. To my surprise it was Motoki that answered the door. I smiled weakly at him and handed him the drawing, not folded or anything and it was face up. His eyes widened a little as he looked at it. Then he looked at me and whispered "He'll love it Usa-chan". And with that I turned around and left Mamoru's apartment building in hopes it wouldn't hurt o much if I didn't see him until the battle.