** Misunderstandings **, chapter 4: Changing.
by Lilian.
lilian413@yahoo.com
AN: I hope you like!. Review, okay?.
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"WHY?, WHY DID SHE HAVE TO FOOL ME LIKE THIS?".
The Earth palace shook with Zoisite's anger.
As maids, servants and butlers hid in the kitchens, trying to escape the
furious outlash of the General, he kept on ranting. On and on, until his words lost
their meaning, and he simple uttered them for the sake of screaming.
Luckily for the Palace's integrity, after the first fifteen minutes of
room-destroying, he had concealed himself in his room. Which, by the way, no longer
fit the meaning of 'room'.
The walls, once smooth and even, stones so big and perfect they did not appear to
be man made, were now full of holes, one bigger than the other. Shards of crystal embbeded
on each and every one of them.
His bed, once the passionate haven of hundreds of females, was now broken,
wood chips everywhere. The sheets, which used to be as white as snow, were now stained
with blood, and formed a pile of mess on the floor.
The mirror hanging over the nightable was upside down, the glass scattered everywhere.
Standing in the middle of all this chaos, Zoisite stood. Scratches on his face and
both his hands, curled into tight fists, only adding to the red flow.
Glass splinters and wood chips, and even some pieces of stone had
broken his nails. He felt none of it. His body was numb, and he felt deplaced, as if
he wasn't even there.
On his left hand, he had one of Ami's pictures.
On his right, a shard of crystal shone.
His eyes, were entirely something else.
The hate, the anger... besides, he was actually talking to it.
"YOU... HOW COULD YOU?. YOU KNEW I LOVED YOU. YOU WERE EVERYTHING TO ME!!!".
He tried to break the picture in halves, but he couldn't. He just couldn't gather the
strength to cut her beautiful face appart.
He then tried to prick it with his crystal... again, her perfectly modeled face
stared back at him, and he just couldn't bring himself to do it.
It looked almost real.
Too real for his taste.
With a cry of rage, he slammed it against the wall. It shattered, glass flying
over the room.
As it slid down the wall, he looked away. He couldn't stand it anymore.
As his eyes looked upon the disaster he had caused for the first time, his hands were
still curled into fists... and they would've remained so, if soft water droplets hadn't
landed on them.
It was only then that he realised he was crying.
And here he was thinking he did not have any tears left.
As he sunk down to the floor, his legs no longer able to support his own body,
a tender whisper echoed around the empty room...
"I will always love you . . .".
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"You think we should do something?".
The girls were sitting around a table, playing cards.
Nope, scratch that.
Mina, Mako, Rei and Serenity sat around the table, cards on their hands, full houses,
royal flushes, pairs and many, many other winning combinations going unnoticed, as they absently asked for another card each turn.
Their eyes, and their concentration, were intently focused on the last occupant
of the room. A sad, bitter girl, which now sat in the window sill, clearly light years
away from the room... and pretty much everything else.
It had been two weeks now, since what the girls had begun calling 'the incident'. They
did not want to upset Ami any further, hence tried to disguise their conversations
about it.
They could've screamed it in her face and she wouldn't have noticed.
She had stopped reacting to pretty much everything since that day. After
skipping formal balls and presentations for the first few days, she had reappeared on
the public's eye... like a ghost of her former self.
Where was the pretty, joyful woman she used to be?.
Gone. Buried under layers and layers of pain.
"Do something?. Hell, if we don't we're gonna loose a friend here!".
To Ami, their voices were nothing but a little buzz in her ears. She was too
entranced by her own thoughts. Too busy with her own mind.
{He hates me. He hates me}.
Too busy, fighting off her own conclusions.
'So?. Deal with it'.
{I can't!. How can I go on living my life after this?}.
'Just like he did. With a smile in your heart!'.
She cringed. Reason clearly had a point. Rumours moved fast. It had been known
that only a few days after their break up, he had begun taking women to his bed.
Just like he used to.
The betrayal had hurt more than the hate.
She got sick every single time she heard about his lover skills... and she had had
millions of chances to hear every single detail about them.
Parties and celebrations were great opportunities for noble women to tell
each other about their recent sexual experiences... and boy did Zoisite score high on their
lists!.
She had pushed back the feelings of betrayal, anger and dissappointment... and most of
all, that of inadequacy, that had taken it's regular journeys upon her heart.
{He never went anywhere beyond touching with me... am I so undesireable?}.
'Stop it, would you?, I'm getting a headache here!'.
Ego was speaking now. She had been getting a lot of her, lately. Specially
when she was down, and for common people, almost nonexistant, she always came, and
somehow, cheered her up.
Weird.
{It's my head, and I can think whatever I want!}.
'There, see?. That wasn't so hard. At least you're not whinning anymore'.
{I do not whine!}.
'Oh yes you do, dear. And we get front seats, every single time. Now, what
are we going to do about this little problem?'.
{Aahh... keep on crying like a baby and wishing to die?}.
As Ego slapped her hand against her forehead, and sighed theatrically, Ami
remained silent. She was too tired to realise she was having a schizophrenic attack...
'No, you dope!. You have to get up and keep on living! You've wasted too much time
already!!'.
{But I---}.
'No buts. From now on, we're gonna have a blast, and you're gonna forget you ever
met the litte twerp!'.
Whether she agreed because it was herself the one scolding her, or because
it was the best thing to do, she did not know. But the second the voice quieted in her
head, a faint smile appeared on her lips.
For a second, it seemed to falter... hesitant... was she ready for this?.
Hell yeah!. She had mourned enough. He didn't even deserve the effort spent
saying his name.
The smile became stronger, until it somehow resembled her old grins.
Only resembled. The happiness was gone. On it's place, a forced expression.
She brushed her eyes, waking up, killing the last remains of... that.
She stood up, and brushed her dress.
"Boy, is my dress wrinkled or what?".
Her voice echoed around the room like a whip into the air. Her friends turned around
as if slapped. Their eyes fixated on her, surprise evident, they followed her as she danced through the room.
She hummed an old lullababy, as she began opening windows, and drawing curtains back,
to let the sun enter the shadowy room.
"Don't you just love it when it's sunny?".
To say the Senshi were awestruck was an understatement. Where was the weeping
girl?. Where had the heart broken friend gone?.
"Ami... you alright?".
Serenity's hesitant voice vocalised their fears.
"Sure. Why shouldn't I?. It's a beautiful day, I have my friends with me, and I'm on
the verge of unlocking the greatest scientific discovery of a millennia. I don't see any
reasons to be blue and weepy".
"But--- what about Zoisite?".
They flinched. Mina and her loose tongue. She really had trouble connecting her
brain to her mouth, the poor girl. The bun in her hair was probably too tight or
something.
"What about him?. In the past. Gone. Poof. This is now. And I'm gonna enjoy
the present like no one ever has, dears!. Wanna join?".
"That's it. She snapped".
Rei's silent comment went unnoticed by Ami, whom had already decided this dress was
no good for scientific research or experimentation, and was now heading to her room to change.
"See ya tonight, girls!".
Mako only reached a kneeling position in her attempt at stopping her, before the door
had already closed.
"You know, Rei. I think you may be right".
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Months went by quickly, with Ami submerged in the library, or the lab. She only came
out to eat. And to attend every single ball, party, reception, or event that took place
in the Palace and its vecinities.
The shy, quiet girl from before, had been traded by an expressive, outspoken,
loud, party crasher woman. There was no event that went by, without the spirited presence
of the blue haired Princess.
Worry was the first thing they felt.
Panic came next, when Ami began complaining about the early departures nobility
had to perform.
'Wy can't we stay longer?. The barons and lords stay till next morning!'.
After the first three times, they tied her up, and questioned her through and
through.
What the hell was wrong with her?.
Nothing. Not a damn thing.
She had never been better.
What do you say to that?. When they expressed their minds, and begged her to stop,
her answer was final.
'Why?. I'm having the best time of my life!'.
Soon, they had had to retreat. It happened when Ami began threatening them.
'Just leave me alone, will you?'.
The Senshi only then realised that maybe, they had actually lost her friend.
Lost her to her own heart, to her own mind... to her own pain.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
She groaned.
{Gods, my head hurts!}.
She tried to open her eyes, but the sunlight coming through the window only
hurt her sensitive pupils.
Alcohol does that to you.
And late night partying kinda helps to it.
But this was nothing new to her. After the first twenty times of fighting off
the hangover, she had learnt to deal with it. She just laid back, and allowed her
body to adjust.
{Come on, body o' mine. Don't let me down now}.
She could practically feel the champagne and wine still running through her veins.
How much did she had last night, anyway?.
{Let's see. One, two, three, seven glasses of wine. Three cups of champagne, and
that little green thingy I never knew what it was}.
To sum it up, a lot.
Quite a lot.
For her, at least, who had never drank a thing until some months ago.
She was kinda making up for her lost years, she guessed.
She stretched again, and tried blinking slowly.
Better. Much better. Still blurry, but better.
She rolled over, trying to get on her belly... her back was hurting. Probably
slept in a bad position.
She ended up staring at a simple brown envelope, sitting comfy in her nightable.
A sad memory bounced around in her head, about another note, left in the night, a long
time ago.
She stomped on it, hard.
No time for regrets. Not anymore.
Still blinking, pushing the hangover away, she stretched her hand, and grabbed the
letter. With a sigh, she sat up on her bed, and leaned back against the wall. With hesitant
fingers, she opened it, and read.
And proceeded to laugh her head off.
Could men actually be this corny?.
As she had suspected, it was a love letter. But none like the ones she had received
before (meaning from the unmentionable General). This was... plain silly!.
What a difference it made when there was love involved... the very same words,
written months ago, by a gentle, warm hand, had ignited a fire in her heart.
This just was a funny way of waking up. She remembered spending most of
the past night in the 'entertaining' company of Lord Kaos. He had been a marvelous
talker, ranting on and on for hours... the good thing was, his imponent presence
had scared all the other crows away. At least she hadn't had to push them away like
last time.
She also remembering his blushing when he had timidly asked for her permission to
court her. She didn't know wether it was the alcohol talking, or maybe it was too late,
or maybe just her lonely heart taking control over her mouth, but she had agreed.
She frowned.
That could be a problem. If he was anything like a nobleman should be,
he was probably arranging the last details of their wedding!. And he would not
let her flirt shamelessly like she had been doing so far... he would ruin her fun!.
She would have to think about a way to get rid of him... hell, if he hadn't announced
their engagement to the whole freaking Universe already!. She snorted.
{I will never drink this much ever again!}.
Crumbling the letter into a small ball, she discarded it, throwing it into the air.
She didn't even care to see where it landed.
{Okey dokey, then. Time to get up!}.
She hopped off the bed, and headed to the bathroom. She had a great day ahead of her.
If she was not mistaken, today she would finish. The project.
After spending so much time with it, her discoveries had become her baby. And
she was anxious to return to them, even after so few hours of being appart.
Her research had proven worthy. She had finally uncovered the secrets of Magick.
What made her a Senshi, what powered them up... their magick. The secrets of ancient
writings, of whole millennia of knowledge. It had been stored in the Moon Libraries,
accumulating dust, the ink fading... although she had tested it, and it was not any type
of ink known throughout the Kingdom.
When she had discovered them, they had literally fell on her head. She had bumped onto
a bookshelf, her nose buried into a book. They had landed on her head, giving her one good
ugly bump. But she had never felt the pain, as the dust made her sneeze and clean the first
pages... ancient languages, some of whom she had recognized. Others, she had never heard of.
As she had began studying, she had become more and more inmersed on them... until
entire nights had been spent with only a candle and the papers as company. Ami had become
an expert on dead languages, helped by continous traveling and constant studying.
After a while, what had began as a simple hobby, had evolved into a full blown
investigation. It had consummed her time... but it was worth it. Boy was it worth it.
She now understood how they worked. Why it was that their powers were monoelemental.
The reasons for their different natures. Their colours. Their strengh.
Balance.
It was all summed in that one word: balance.
Equilibrium.
She was eager to share her discoveries with her friends... but to do so, she needed
the complete scoop. And she still had a few pages to translate. She wanted to be able to
answer every question they could ask, and for that, she needed to prepare.
But now, things had changed. Zoisite had been an active part in the research.
His knowledge had been vital. And now she had lost it.
She had taken several steps back, loosing a lot of data which had been left on Earth.
She did not want to ask him for it. To be honest, she did not dare ask for it.
Oh yes, on the outside, she presented the facade of a deliriously happy Princess,
enjoying her life... only few people knew, and did not dare to tell, that she was
bitter and unhappy.
It had all began years ago, when she was still a child. Eight years old. Barely eight
years old, when her father had passed away. Her dear father, whom she loved dearly,
had died. The king had always being Ami's example, and when he was gone, she was crushed.
Only the loving care of her mother got her out of the depression she went into.
Things had began to look better, until misfortune had struck again: the Queen died
too. After the battle with the Moldavians, in which she had reinforced the planetary shields
with her own strengh, she had never been the same. Too weak even to go out for a walk,
she spent her days in bed, or sitting next to the window, staring into nothingness...
Ami had had to cope with the loss of her parents at a very early age. One of the
reasons for her shyness and isolation. She prefered being alone. It was too risky to
love.
If she ever loved someone as deep as she had her parents, they
would die. So, since then, she had tried, and did well, in not getting involved
with anyone.
WHen she arrived at the Moon Palace for the first time, she was a lonely girl, trying her best to stay away from her loud companions way. But Serenity would have none of it.
Truth to be told, Serenity saw a friend in anyone she met. But Ami had struck a deep chord in her--- even she, in her naivete, could understand the pain she was going through. And so, she had tried her best to make her open up. The fact that the other girls where just as friendly as she was, was a bonus.
And it was a good thing Ami had become Serenity's little project... anything less than total commitment would've ended in rejection and isolation for the blue haired girl. They made their way through the stone walls around her heart, and warmed it with their love.
But then, Zoisite had come.
And he had taken control of her heart, without her knowledge. Before she even knew what was going on, she was falling in love.
And as someone who has had to hold back for years, she loved him desperatly.
And now he was gone.
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TBc...
Okay, I know not many people think Ami would be listening to the voices in her head--- I'm very much like Ami, and let me tell you, the conversations that go around in my mind are a blast to listen to!!.
by Lilian.
lilian413@yahoo.com
AN: I hope you like!. Review, okay?.
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"WHY?, WHY DID SHE HAVE TO FOOL ME LIKE THIS?".
The Earth palace shook with Zoisite's anger.
As maids, servants and butlers hid in the kitchens, trying to escape the
furious outlash of the General, he kept on ranting. On and on, until his words lost
their meaning, and he simple uttered them for the sake of screaming.
Luckily for the Palace's integrity, after the first fifteen minutes of
room-destroying, he had concealed himself in his room. Which, by the way, no longer
fit the meaning of 'room'.
The walls, once smooth and even, stones so big and perfect they did not appear to
be man made, were now full of holes, one bigger than the other. Shards of crystal embbeded
on each and every one of them.
His bed, once the passionate haven of hundreds of females, was now broken,
wood chips everywhere. The sheets, which used to be as white as snow, were now stained
with blood, and formed a pile of mess on the floor.
The mirror hanging over the nightable was upside down, the glass scattered everywhere.
Standing in the middle of all this chaos, Zoisite stood. Scratches on his face and
both his hands, curled into tight fists, only adding to the red flow.
Glass splinters and wood chips, and even some pieces of stone had
broken his nails. He felt none of it. His body was numb, and he felt deplaced, as if
he wasn't even there.
On his left hand, he had one of Ami's pictures.
On his right, a shard of crystal shone.
His eyes, were entirely something else.
The hate, the anger... besides, he was actually talking to it.
"YOU... HOW COULD YOU?. YOU KNEW I LOVED YOU. YOU WERE EVERYTHING TO ME!!!".
He tried to break the picture in halves, but he couldn't. He just couldn't gather the
strength to cut her beautiful face appart.
He then tried to prick it with his crystal... again, her perfectly modeled face
stared back at him, and he just couldn't bring himself to do it.
It looked almost real.
Too real for his taste.
With a cry of rage, he slammed it against the wall. It shattered, glass flying
over the room.
As it slid down the wall, he looked away. He couldn't stand it anymore.
As his eyes looked upon the disaster he had caused for the first time, his hands were
still curled into fists... and they would've remained so, if soft water droplets hadn't
landed on them.
It was only then that he realised he was crying.
And here he was thinking he did not have any tears left.
As he sunk down to the floor, his legs no longer able to support his own body,
a tender whisper echoed around the empty room...
"I will always love you . . .".
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"You think we should do something?".
The girls were sitting around a table, playing cards.
Nope, scratch that.
Mina, Mako, Rei and Serenity sat around the table, cards on their hands, full houses,
royal flushes, pairs and many, many other winning combinations going unnoticed, as they absently asked for another card each turn.
Their eyes, and their concentration, were intently focused on the last occupant
of the room. A sad, bitter girl, which now sat in the window sill, clearly light years
away from the room... and pretty much everything else.
It had been two weeks now, since what the girls had begun calling 'the incident'. They
did not want to upset Ami any further, hence tried to disguise their conversations
about it.
They could've screamed it in her face and she wouldn't have noticed.
She had stopped reacting to pretty much everything since that day. After
skipping formal balls and presentations for the first few days, she had reappeared on
the public's eye... like a ghost of her former self.
Where was the pretty, joyful woman she used to be?.
Gone. Buried under layers and layers of pain.
"Do something?. Hell, if we don't we're gonna loose a friend here!".
To Ami, their voices were nothing but a little buzz in her ears. She was too
entranced by her own thoughts. Too busy with her own mind.
{He hates me. He hates me}.
Too busy, fighting off her own conclusions.
'So?. Deal with it'.
{I can't!. How can I go on living my life after this?}.
'Just like he did. With a smile in your heart!'.
She cringed. Reason clearly had a point. Rumours moved fast. It had been known
that only a few days after their break up, he had begun taking women to his bed.
Just like he used to.
The betrayal had hurt more than the hate.
She got sick every single time she heard about his lover skills... and she had had
millions of chances to hear every single detail about them.
Parties and celebrations were great opportunities for noble women to tell
each other about their recent sexual experiences... and boy did Zoisite score high on their
lists!.
She had pushed back the feelings of betrayal, anger and dissappointment... and most of
all, that of inadequacy, that had taken it's regular journeys upon her heart.
{He never went anywhere beyond touching with me... am I so undesireable?}.
'Stop it, would you?, I'm getting a headache here!'.
Ego was speaking now. She had been getting a lot of her, lately. Specially
when she was down, and for common people, almost nonexistant, she always came, and
somehow, cheered her up.
Weird.
{It's my head, and I can think whatever I want!}.
'There, see?. That wasn't so hard. At least you're not whinning anymore'.
{I do not whine!}.
'Oh yes you do, dear. And we get front seats, every single time. Now, what
are we going to do about this little problem?'.
{Aahh... keep on crying like a baby and wishing to die?}.
As Ego slapped her hand against her forehead, and sighed theatrically, Ami
remained silent. She was too tired to realise she was having a schizophrenic attack...
'No, you dope!. You have to get up and keep on living! You've wasted too much time
already!!'.
{But I---}.
'No buts. From now on, we're gonna have a blast, and you're gonna forget you ever
met the litte twerp!'.
Whether she agreed because it was herself the one scolding her, or because
it was the best thing to do, she did not know. But the second the voice quieted in her
head, a faint smile appeared on her lips.
For a second, it seemed to falter... hesitant... was she ready for this?.
Hell yeah!. She had mourned enough. He didn't even deserve the effort spent
saying his name.
The smile became stronger, until it somehow resembled her old grins.
Only resembled. The happiness was gone. On it's place, a forced expression.
She brushed her eyes, waking up, killing the last remains of... that.
She stood up, and brushed her dress.
"Boy, is my dress wrinkled or what?".
Her voice echoed around the room like a whip into the air. Her friends turned around
as if slapped. Their eyes fixated on her, surprise evident, they followed her as she danced through the room.
She hummed an old lullababy, as she began opening windows, and drawing curtains back,
to let the sun enter the shadowy room.
"Don't you just love it when it's sunny?".
To say the Senshi were awestruck was an understatement. Where was the weeping
girl?. Where had the heart broken friend gone?.
"Ami... you alright?".
Serenity's hesitant voice vocalised their fears.
"Sure. Why shouldn't I?. It's a beautiful day, I have my friends with me, and I'm on
the verge of unlocking the greatest scientific discovery of a millennia. I don't see any
reasons to be blue and weepy".
"But--- what about Zoisite?".
They flinched. Mina and her loose tongue. She really had trouble connecting her
brain to her mouth, the poor girl. The bun in her hair was probably too tight or
something.
"What about him?. In the past. Gone. Poof. This is now. And I'm gonna enjoy
the present like no one ever has, dears!. Wanna join?".
"That's it. She snapped".
Rei's silent comment went unnoticed by Ami, whom had already decided this dress was
no good for scientific research or experimentation, and was now heading to her room to change.
"See ya tonight, girls!".
Mako only reached a kneeling position in her attempt at stopping her, before the door
had already closed.
"You know, Rei. I think you may be right".
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Months went by quickly, with Ami submerged in the library, or the lab. She only came
out to eat. And to attend every single ball, party, reception, or event that took place
in the Palace and its vecinities.
The shy, quiet girl from before, had been traded by an expressive, outspoken,
loud, party crasher woman. There was no event that went by, without the spirited presence
of the blue haired Princess.
Worry was the first thing they felt.
Panic came next, when Ami began complaining about the early departures nobility
had to perform.
'Wy can't we stay longer?. The barons and lords stay till next morning!'.
After the first three times, they tied her up, and questioned her through and
through.
What the hell was wrong with her?.
Nothing. Not a damn thing.
She had never been better.
What do you say to that?. When they expressed their minds, and begged her to stop,
her answer was final.
'Why?. I'm having the best time of my life!'.
Soon, they had had to retreat. It happened when Ami began threatening them.
'Just leave me alone, will you?'.
The Senshi only then realised that maybe, they had actually lost her friend.
Lost her to her own heart, to her own mind... to her own pain.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
She groaned.
{Gods, my head hurts!}.
She tried to open her eyes, but the sunlight coming through the window only
hurt her sensitive pupils.
Alcohol does that to you.
And late night partying kinda helps to it.
But this was nothing new to her. After the first twenty times of fighting off
the hangover, she had learnt to deal with it. She just laid back, and allowed her
body to adjust.
{Come on, body o' mine. Don't let me down now}.
She could practically feel the champagne and wine still running through her veins.
How much did she had last night, anyway?.
{Let's see. One, two, three, seven glasses of wine. Three cups of champagne, and
that little green thingy I never knew what it was}.
To sum it up, a lot.
Quite a lot.
For her, at least, who had never drank a thing until some months ago.
She was kinda making up for her lost years, she guessed.
She stretched again, and tried blinking slowly.
Better. Much better. Still blurry, but better.
She rolled over, trying to get on her belly... her back was hurting. Probably
slept in a bad position.
She ended up staring at a simple brown envelope, sitting comfy in her nightable.
A sad memory bounced around in her head, about another note, left in the night, a long
time ago.
She stomped on it, hard.
No time for regrets. Not anymore.
Still blinking, pushing the hangover away, she stretched her hand, and grabbed the
letter. With a sigh, she sat up on her bed, and leaned back against the wall. With hesitant
fingers, she opened it, and read.
And proceeded to laugh her head off.
Could men actually be this corny?.
As she had suspected, it was a love letter. But none like the ones she had received
before (meaning from the unmentionable General). This was... plain silly!.
What a difference it made when there was love involved... the very same words,
written months ago, by a gentle, warm hand, had ignited a fire in her heart.
This just was a funny way of waking up. She remembered spending most of
the past night in the 'entertaining' company of Lord Kaos. He had been a marvelous
talker, ranting on and on for hours... the good thing was, his imponent presence
had scared all the other crows away. At least she hadn't had to push them away like
last time.
She also remembering his blushing when he had timidly asked for her permission to
court her. She didn't know wether it was the alcohol talking, or maybe it was too late,
or maybe just her lonely heart taking control over her mouth, but she had agreed.
She frowned.
That could be a problem. If he was anything like a nobleman should be,
he was probably arranging the last details of their wedding!. And he would not
let her flirt shamelessly like she had been doing so far... he would ruin her fun!.
She would have to think about a way to get rid of him... hell, if he hadn't announced
their engagement to the whole freaking Universe already!. She snorted.
{I will never drink this much ever again!}.
Crumbling the letter into a small ball, she discarded it, throwing it into the air.
She didn't even care to see where it landed.
{Okey dokey, then. Time to get up!}.
She hopped off the bed, and headed to the bathroom. She had a great day ahead of her.
If she was not mistaken, today she would finish. The project.
After spending so much time with it, her discoveries had become her baby. And
she was anxious to return to them, even after so few hours of being appart.
Her research had proven worthy. She had finally uncovered the secrets of Magick.
What made her a Senshi, what powered them up... their magick. The secrets of ancient
writings, of whole millennia of knowledge. It had been stored in the Moon Libraries,
accumulating dust, the ink fading... although she had tested it, and it was not any type
of ink known throughout the Kingdom.
When she had discovered them, they had literally fell on her head. She had bumped onto
a bookshelf, her nose buried into a book. They had landed on her head, giving her one good
ugly bump. But she had never felt the pain, as the dust made her sneeze and clean the first
pages... ancient languages, some of whom she had recognized. Others, she had never heard of.
As she had began studying, she had become more and more inmersed on them... until
entire nights had been spent with only a candle and the papers as company. Ami had become
an expert on dead languages, helped by continous traveling and constant studying.
After a while, what had began as a simple hobby, had evolved into a full blown
investigation. It had consummed her time... but it was worth it. Boy was it worth it.
She now understood how they worked. Why it was that their powers were monoelemental.
The reasons for their different natures. Their colours. Their strengh.
Balance.
It was all summed in that one word: balance.
Equilibrium.
She was eager to share her discoveries with her friends... but to do so, she needed
the complete scoop. And she still had a few pages to translate. She wanted to be able to
answer every question they could ask, and for that, she needed to prepare.
But now, things had changed. Zoisite had been an active part in the research.
His knowledge had been vital. And now she had lost it.
She had taken several steps back, loosing a lot of data which had been left on Earth.
She did not want to ask him for it. To be honest, she did not dare ask for it.
Oh yes, on the outside, she presented the facade of a deliriously happy Princess,
enjoying her life... only few people knew, and did not dare to tell, that she was
bitter and unhappy.
It had all began years ago, when she was still a child. Eight years old. Barely eight
years old, when her father had passed away. Her dear father, whom she loved dearly,
had died. The king had always being Ami's example, and when he was gone, she was crushed.
Only the loving care of her mother got her out of the depression she went into.
Things had began to look better, until misfortune had struck again: the Queen died
too. After the battle with the Moldavians, in which she had reinforced the planetary shields
with her own strengh, she had never been the same. Too weak even to go out for a walk,
she spent her days in bed, or sitting next to the window, staring into nothingness...
Ami had had to cope with the loss of her parents at a very early age. One of the
reasons for her shyness and isolation. She prefered being alone. It was too risky to
love.
If she ever loved someone as deep as she had her parents, they
would die. So, since then, she had tried, and did well, in not getting involved
with anyone.
WHen she arrived at the Moon Palace for the first time, she was a lonely girl, trying her best to stay away from her loud companions way. But Serenity would have none of it.
Truth to be told, Serenity saw a friend in anyone she met. But Ami had struck a deep chord in her--- even she, in her naivete, could understand the pain she was going through. And so, she had tried her best to make her open up. The fact that the other girls where just as friendly as she was, was a bonus.
And it was a good thing Ami had become Serenity's little project... anything less than total commitment would've ended in rejection and isolation for the blue haired girl. They made their way through the stone walls around her heart, and warmed it with their love.
But then, Zoisite had come.
And he had taken control of her heart, without her knowledge. Before she even knew what was going on, she was falling in love.
And as someone who has had to hold back for years, she loved him desperatly.
And now he was gone.
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TBc...
Okay, I know not many people think Ami would be listening to the voices in her head--- I'm very much like Ami, and let me tell you, the conversations that go around in my mind are a blast to listen to!!.
