Disclaimer : I don't own Sailor Moon
AN: This fic is based on Jessica Simpson's song,
"I think I'm in love with you" ^_^ I love this song!
It's so cute and sweet =9
E-mail me at emichan9@yahoo.com!
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A Love As Sweet As Sugar
by Artemis
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FIVE
I lay on my bed and stared out the window. The ticking
of the clock was the only sound I could hear. A slight
breeze would occasionaly blow my curtains around. I sighed.
I could feel my eyes were burning from the tears I had
shed since I had gotten home. I didn't want to eat or
talk or do anything. Just lay on my bed and think. I just
didn't know what to do. Why did he kiss me? I could still
remember the kiss so vividly. And it had been my first
kiss too. Wasn't the first kiss supposed to be special?
Something... something.. to be remembered? All I wanted to
do was forget he ever did anything.
"You're wrong shooting star," I whispered, my lips barely
moving. "I will never ever love that guy. Not in this
lifetime."
I rolled over, my back to the window. I had the whole of
the summer break to get over him. For real. No stupid
dreams of shooting star spirits with Mamoru were going
to change my mind. Even though somewhere, I still wanted
to try and see if Mamoru was a decent person, my mind
overrode that. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep.
When I woke up the next morning, I felt slightly better
but not that fantastic. I had a cold shower to wake
myself up. I stood in front of the mirror and saw my
eyes were red. It was obvious I had been crying.
"Stupid! Why did I have to cry so much?" I sighed.
I just didn't have to leave the house, which was
convenient since I didn't want to go anywhere.
No one else seemed to be home. I found a note on the
kitchen table, saying that mum and dad had taken
Shingo golfing. Fun. I scrunched up the note and threw
it in the bin. I wandered around for a bit, wondering
what to do. Then, the door bell rang. I walked quietly
to the door and opened a small gap, enough for me to
see who was there. Mamoru..... I slammed the door shut
before he even opened his mouth. I leaned against the
door and I could feel my heart pounding nervously.
What was he doing here? I was glad dad wasn't home.
"Usagi?" he shouted. "I need to talk to you."
"Well I don't want to talk to you!" I shouted back.
"I don't want to shout at you. Please, open the door
so I can talk to you normally."
"You're not a normal person, you can't talk normally
let alone think like a sane person!"
"Look, I didn't mean to do what I did yesterday and I
can understand why you'd be angry, but will you please
listen to me?"
"I'm listening."
"I mean with the door open."
"No."
There was a silence. I pressed my ear against the door.
Nothing. I opened the door a little.
"I'm listening," I murmured.
Mamoru looked at me. I saw that he had a rose in his hand.
I wondered if it was for me. Was I stupid? Why would he
give me one?
"I'm sorry about yesterday," he told me quietly.
I didn't reply.
"This is for you," he smiled, holding the rose out.
I wanted to take it, but something told me not to.
I gulped.
"I don't want it," I told him.
He lowered his hand and just nodded. I felt cruel, but
what else was I supposed to do? Forgive him for doing
something horrible? No... I had to be mean to him.
"Is that all you came here for?" I asked coldly.
"Well, yes.." he nodded.
"Then bye."
I closed the door on him. I sighed and leaned against
the door. I heard something being placed near the door.
I didn't hear any footsteps so I waited. There was no
sound. Why did I have to accept anything from him?
I walked away from the door, angry at him for doing this
to me.
I sat down to watch TV, but I couldn't concentrate.
I wanted to know if he had left anything at the door.
It had been ten minutes. Would he still be there?
I tip toed to the door and heard no sounds outside.
He couldn't still be there.... I opened the door slowly,
then saw Mamoru. He was sitting there, then looked up.
"Hi," I mumbled.
I was half outside and half inside.
"Hi," he smiled.
He didn't look or act very threatening, so I walked
completely out of the house. He was holding something
in his hands. A small gift wrapped box. I looked at it
curiously. He noticed.
"I suppose I shouldn't even bother to ask you if you
want it," he smiled, teasing me a little.
I sat down next to him and didn't say anything. He took
my hand, then wrapped my fingers around the little box.
"I want you to have it anyway," he whispered. "You don't
have to keep it."
I looked at him, then at the little box. A silver ribbon
decorated the box, all curly and glossy.
"It's for me?" I asked, feeling stupid.
He nodded and smiled warmly. I blinked twice, then sighed.
"I don't want any presents. I just want to know why you..
why you... why..." I stammered.
"Why I kissed you yesterday?" he asked quietly.
I nodded.
"Well... I know it's not going to sound convincing after
I acted like such an idiot yesterday, but... I just..
I just wanted to kiss you. It's all because of this
strange dream I had a couple of days ago..." he tried
to explain to me.
"A dream?" I asked, puzzled.
"You were in it... And I don't remember much, but all
I remember is that you were there with this bright
glowy light and.... Ever since that, I've just noticed
you more and I just..."
"Can't get it out of your head?" I finished off the
sentence for him.
"Yes, that's it," he nodded.
"I know how you feel," I smiled a little, playing with
the ribbon on the box.
"Open it," he nodded towards the box.
"I don't want to... You're just being nice because you
feel bad. You don't have to do this. I'm just some
stupid girl," I mumbled. "It's probably something really
nice and then I'll feel so bad and you'll make me
forgive you.. And I can't do that.... I'm angry."
He looked a little disappointed.
"Why are you so angry? I know I shouldn't have done
what I did, but... I suppose I am being stupid trying
to make things better by just giving you things, but
I really don't know what else to do..." he sighed.
"Mamoru... san..." I murmured. "I've never ever been
or have kissed anyone until you. And I thought you were
just doing it because it was some sick joke.
I know you didn't mean anything by it, anyway."
He looked at me, his blue eyes troubled. He nodded slowly.
"So I can't open this," I whispered, handing the present
back to him.
Our hands touched and I felt my heart beat faster. He took
my hand and held it tight. His hand was warm and I felt
somehow comforted by his action.
"I forgot to tell you one thing," he whispered.
"What?" I gulped.
"About the dream... This voice told me that... That if you
ever came to me, I was supposed to have held you and
never let go. But I thought it was just some stupid dream
that didn't mean anything..."
I felt his hand squeeze mine tight.
"But I couldn't let you anywhere near me because I was
afraid... Afraid that.. That maybe I would want to have
you near me. And then I would be so lost in my desperate
need that I wouldn't be myself. I didn't like the idea of
not being in control. I guess I was just being selfish
and... I don't know..."
He looked at me, his eyes filled with pain, confusion
and helplessness. I didn't know what to do.
"No one's ever wanted to have anything to do with me..
They just accept that I'm not a nice person, and give up.
I thought that if that's the way people are, I don't need
them... But Motoki was different and well, so are you..."
I sat there and let him hold my hand. I told myself to
stay angry at him. This was just an act... I wanted to
believe him, but a little voice in my head told me it
was just something to make a fool out of me. A game with
a little 'kid'. Wasn't it?
"Mamoru san," I whispered. "What am I to you?"
He shook his head.
"I don't know.." he murmured. "But... I just know that
I wouldn't like it if I never saw you again..."
"There was no reason why you kissed me. I'm just something
for you to play with so you're empty life is filled.
The way you acted yesterday makes it hard for me to believe
in anything you've just said," I told him, biting my lip
to stop myself from crying.
I wanted to believe him, but how could I? How could I?
Mamoru let my hand go slowly. Then he suddenly hugged me.
I felt his hands stroke my hair. I tried to pull away, but
then I just gave in. I felt that it was right to be with him.
Something, something locked into place. What would happen if
I pushed him away now? I didn't know.
"I'm sorry," I whispered sadly. "I'm sorry, but I can't..."
I pushed him away and stood up. He looked at me. I couldn't
stand looking at him. I turned away to the door. I didn't
even know what I was doing. Even though it felt so right,
a part of me didn't believe him. Maybe.. I didn't want to
believe him? But why?
"You called me a 'kid'," I told him firmly. "And that's
exactly right. You're wasting your time with me. You're
just affected by a silly dream, just like I was. And now
I'm going to forget about it so I think you should too."
I hurried to the door.
"Wait a second, a dream?" Mamoru shouted. "What do you
mean, 'just like I was'!?"
I closed the door and ran to my room.
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TO BE CONTINUED
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AN: This fic is based on Jessica Simpson's song,
"I think I'm in love with you" ^_^ I love this song!
It's so cute and sweet =9
E-mail me at emichan9@yahoo.com!
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A Love As Sweet As Sugar
by Artemis
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FIVE
I lay on my bed and stared out the window. The ticking
of the clock was the only sound I could hear. A slight
breeze would occasionaly blow my curtains around. I sighed.
I could feel my eyes were burning from the tears I had
shed since I had gotten home. I didn't want to eat or
talk or do anything. Just lay on my bed and think. I just
didn't know what to do. Why did he kiss me? I could still
remember the kiss so vividly. And it had been my first
kiss too. Wasn't the first kiss supposed to be special?
Something... something.. to be remembered? All I wanted to
do was forget he ever did anything.
"You're wrong shooting star," I whispered, my lips barely
moving. "I will never ever love that guy. Not in this
lifetime."
I rolled over, my back to the window. I had the whole of
the summer break to get over him. For real. No stupid
dreams of shooting star spirits with Mamoru were going
to change my mind. Even though somewhere, I still wanted
to try and see if Mamoru was a decent person, my mind
overrode that. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep.
When I woke up the next morning, I felt slightly better
but not that fantastic. I had a cold shower to wake
myself up. I stood in front of the mirror and saw my
eyes were red. It was obvious I had been crying.
"Stupid! Why did I have to cry so much?" I sighed.
I just didn't have to leave the house, which was
convenient since I didn't want to go anywhere.
No one else seemed to be home. I found a note on the
kitchen table, saying that mum and dad had taken
Shingo golfing. Fun. I scrunched up the note and threw
it in the bin. I wandered around for a bit, wondering
what to do. Then, the door bell rang. I walked quietly
to the door and opened a small gap, enough for me to
see who was there. Mamoru..... I slammed the door shut
before he even opened his mouth. I leaned against the
door and I could feel my heart pounding nervously.
What was he doing here? I was glad dad wasn't home.
"Usagi?" he shouted. "I need to talk to you."
"Well I don't want to talk to you!" I shouted back.
"I don't want to shout at you. Please, open the door
so I can talk to you normally."
"You're not a normal person, you can't talk normally
let alone think like a sane person!"
"Look, I didn't mean to do what I did yesterday and I
can understand why you'd be angry, but will you please
listen to me?"
"I'm listening."
"I mean with the door open."
"No."
There was a silence. I pressed my ear against the door.
Nothing. I opened the door a little.
"I'm listening," I murmured.
Mamoru looked at me. I saw that he had a rose in his hand.
I wondered if it was for me. Was I stupid? Why would he
give me one?
"I'm sorry about yesterday," he told me quietly.
I didn't reply.
"This is for you," he smiled, holding the rose out.
I wanted to take it, but something told me not to.
I gulped.
"I don't want it," I told him.
He lowered his hand and just nodded. I felt cruel, but
what else was I supposed to do? Forgive him for doing
something horrible? No... I had to be mean to him.
"Is that all you came here for?" I asked coldly.
"Well, yes.." he nodded.
"Then bye."
I closed the door on him. I sighed and leaned against
the door. I heard something being placed near the door.
I didn't hear any footsteps so I waited. There was no
sound. Why did I have to accept anything from him?
I walked away from the door, angry at him for doing this
to me.
I sat down to watch TV, but I couldn't concentrate.
I wanted to know if he had left anything at the door.
It had been ten minutes. Would he still be there?
I tip toed to the door and heard no sounds outside.
He couldn't still be there.... I opened the door slowly,
then saw Mamoru. He was sitting there, then looked up.
"Hi," I mumbled.
I was half outside and half inside.
"Hi," he smiled.
He didn't look or act very threatening, so I walked
completely out of the house. He was holding something
in his hands. A small gift wrapped box. I looked at it
curiously. He noticed.
"I suppose I shouldn't even bother to ask you if you
want it," he smiled, teasing me a little.
I sat down next to him and didn't say anything. He took
my hand, then wrapped my fingers around the little box.
"I want you to have it anyway," he whispered. "You don't
have to keep it."
I looked at him, then at the little box. A silver ribbon
decorated the box, all curly and glossy.
"It's for me?" I asked, feeling stupid.
He nodded and smiled warmly. I blinked twice, then sighed.
"I don't want any presents. I just want to know why you..
why you... why..." I stammered.
"Why I kissed you yesterday?" he asked quietly.
I nodded.
"Well... I know it's not going to sound convincing after
I acted like such an idiot yesterday, but... I just..
I just wanted to kiss you. It's all because of this
strange dream I had a couple of days ago..." he tried
to explain to me.
"A dream?" I asked, puzzled.
"You were in it... And I don't remember much, but all
I remember is that you were there with this bright
glowy light and.... Ever since that, I've just noticed
you more and I just..."
"Can't get it out of your head?" I finished off the
sentence for him.
"Yes, that's it," he nodded.
"I know how you feel," I smiled a little, playing with
the ribbon on the box.
"Open it," he nodded towards the box.
"I don't want to... You're just being nice because you
feel bad. You don't have to do this. I'm just some
stupid girl," I mumbled. "It's probably something really
nice and then I'll feel so bad and you'll make me
forgive you.. And I can't do that.... I'm angry."
He looked a little disappointed.
"Why are you so angry? I know I shouldn't have done
what I did, but... I suppose I am being stupid trying
to make things better by just giving you things, but
I really don't know what else to do..." he sighed.
"Mamoru... san..." I murmured. "I've never ever been
or have kissed anyone until you. And I thought you were
just doing it because it was some sick joke.
I know you didn't mean anything by it, anyway."
He looked at me, his blue eyes troubled. He nodded slowly.
"So I can't open this," I whispered, handing the present
back to him.
Our hands touched and I felt my heart beat faster. He took
my hand and held it tight. His hand was warm and I felt
somehow comforted by his action.
"I forgot to tell you one thing," he whispered.
"What?" I gulped.
"About the dream... This voice told me that... That if you
ever came to me, I was supposed to have held you and
never let go. But I thought it was just some stupid dream
that didn't mean anything..."
I felt his hand squeeze mine tight.
"But I couldn't let you anywhere near me because I was
afraid... Afraid that.. That maybe I would want to have
you near me. And then I would be so lost in my desperate
need that I wouldn't be myself. I didn't like the idea of
not being in control. I guess I was just being selfish
and... I don't know..."
He looked at me, his eyes filled with pain, confusion
and helplessness. I didn't know what to do.
"No one's ever wanted to have anything to do with me..
They just accept that I'm not a nice person, and give up.
I thought that if that's the way people are, I don't need
them... But Motoki was different and well, so are you..."
I sat there and let him hold my hand. I told myself to
stay angry at him. This was just an act... I wanted to
believe him, but a little voice in my head told me it
was just something to make a fool out of me. A game with
a little 'kid'. Wasn't it?
"Mamoru san," I whispered. "What am I to you?"
He shook his head.
"I don't know.." he murmured. "But... I just know that
I wouldn't like it if I never saw you again..."
"There was no reason why you kissed me. I'm just something
for you to play with so you're empty life is filled.
The way you acted yesterday makes it hard for me to believe
in anything you've just said," I told him, biting my lip
to stop myself from crying.
I wanted to believe him, but how could I? How could I?
Mamoru let my hand go slowly. Then he suddenly hugged me.
I felt his hands stroke my hair. I tried to pull away, but
then I just gave in. I felt that it was right to be with him.
Something, something locked into place. What would happen if
I pushed him away now? I didn't know.
"I'm sorry," I whispered sadly. "I'm sorry, but I can't..."
I pushed him away and stood up. He looked at me. I couldn't
stand looking at him. I turned away to the door. I didn't
even know what I was doing. Even though it felt so right,
a part of me didn't believe him. Maybe.. I didn't want to
believe him? But why?
"You called me a 'kid'," I told him firmly. "And that's
exactly right. You're wasting your time with me. You're
just affected by a silly dream, just like I was. And now
I'm going to forget about it so I think you should too."
I hurried to the door.
"Wait a second, a dream?" Mamoru shouted. "What do you
mean, 'just like I was'!?"
I closed the door and ran to my room.
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TO BE CONTINUED
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