Held By the Wings of an Angel
The Cherry Project-Part One
By Bonnie-Chan
Email: hunniebunny@aol.com
Web page: http://www.geocities.com/sailor_moon_rose/
Today is February 10, 2002
Welcome back! Here's part three...the beginning of the rest of the story! It's even under a new name, and will stay this way for the rest of the story! (Since "All That Glitters" was only for the prelude!
Welcome to Day Three of the 2002 Winter Olympics! I've always loved the Olympics, haven't you? Anyways, to memoralize this historic event, I am releasing a chapter of this story every single day for the next 14 days. By the Closing Ceremonies on February 24th, this story will be ending as well.
Special thanks to Sailor Eeyore…..she's my new beta reader!! You're doing a wonderful job, thanks soooooo much!
Also thanks to my wonderful aim buddy Steph! You've been a wonderful help, and I treasure you as a friend! Never lose those silly smiles! ^_^
Well, on with the story!
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Held By the Wings of an Angel
The Cherry Project: Part One
By Bonnie-Chan
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"What the fuck are you doing in my room, Kouichi?"
A boy with buttery blond hair tied back in a long ponytail looked up from the computer screen he had been staring at in surprise. "Tsuzuki, hi! I was wondering where you were!"
"How did you get in here?"
"The maid let me in, told me I could wait for you in here."
"You better not be screwing around with my computer again. I don't wanna shell out all that money to get it fixed when it was just fixed a few months ago."
"Don't worry, I'm just compiling a list of possible candidates to be your skating partner."
"Really?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Well, alright, then let's take a look." He sat in the chair beside his friend and grinned. "Here we go. The search begins."
"Yes, sir!"
He pulled the keyboard in front of him and tapped a button to bring up the screen. "Hmmm…" He murmured staring at the list his friends had created. "Asuka Chieri…'Cherry,' eh?"
"Hiroshi and I feel that she is the best candidate. She was born on August 16th…this girl has the same birthday as you, Tsuzuki!"
"What makes her the best candidate?"
"Her father is a former Olympic Champion, he skates with her a lot."
"Why haven't we heard of her before?"
"She's not in a skate club."
"So maybe she's not as good as you think she is."
"She is. None of the girls in the skate club have caught your eye, ya know."
"Well, none of them really clicked with me."
"You're still into first impressions. That's good. There's a girl out there for you somewhere, Tsuzuki."
"You wanna go get something to eat? I'm hungry."
"Sure. You want to go pick up some subs at the deli?"
"Yeah, let's go." He stood up and grabbed his keys off his desk, shoving them into his pocket, and the two boys quickly left the house and headed for the deli. After buying their food, they wandered aimlessly through the Juuban District.
"What's that?"
Tsuzuki looked up at the decrepit sign hovering above his head. "Trade Center Rink? They put up a skating rink in this place?"
"A better question is, why haven't you noticed it before?"
Tsuzuki scratched his chin thoughtfully before his train of thought was broken as Kouichi's beeper went off for the third time that hour. "Kouichi, get your damn beeper before I get angry and break it."
Kouichi scowled in annoyance, but checked his beeper and headed towards a nearby payphone. "Hiroshi? How are things turning out?"
"Is Tsuzuki with you?"
"Of course."
"Wanna see something interesting?"
"Where are you?"
"Trade Center Rink."
"That's where we are, too. We're on our way in." He hung up the phone, motioned to his friend, and the two boys entered the rink, where they met up with Hiroshi.
"You want to see a skater with potential, Tsuzuki? Check this out." He gestured towards the rink, where a thin girl was held above the air by a man he assumed to be her father.
"She needs to be able to do more than just skate."
"Like a lift?"
"That's just a shoulder lift."
"But it shows she can handle a basic move required for pairs."
Tsuzuki nodded thoughtfully, then turned back to the ice as a shout caught his attention. He watched the girl he had been observing earlier leap into the air and fly over a skater that had fallen onto the ground.
Kouichi smiled in amazement. "Did you see that, Tsuzuki? She only missed that girl by a hair! She must have been at least 900 cm in the air!"
"It was just a fluke."
"Was it?" Hiroshi grinned and popped a cassette into the nearby tape deck.
"Look at her now, Tsuzuki!"
"A back flip!?" He watched in amazement as she flew around the rink and launched herself into the air, spinning three times before falling towards the ground. Noticing that she was headed straight for him, he held out his arms and caught her, causing them both to fall to the ground. He winced as something sharp grazed his cheek, then gazed down at the petite girl in his arms.
"Oh my god, I'm s-sor-oh!"
He looked at the girl curiously as she stuttered before fading off into silence, her cheeks becoming a rosy red as she gaped at him, knocking him back to reality.
He quickly stood up and walked away, calling goodbye over his shoulder as he went to rejoin his friends.
"You didn't get hurt, did you?"
"No, Kouichi, I'm fine."
Hiroshi smiled proudly. "That's the girl I was talking about! There's no one else like her!"
Kouichi nodded in agreement. "Did you hear her name, Tsuzuki? That was Asuka Chieri, that girl we were talking about earlier!"
Tsuzuki nodded thoughtfully. "So we all felt something. When she crashed into me…she was as light as a feather! She said she was doing a triple, but if she hadn't crashed into me, she would have done a quadruple for sure!"
"Do you think she could be the one?"
"I do. I finally felt that click, Kouichi." He glanced down at his wrist, where he saw a silver chain clinging to him, a crystal pendant caught on his sleeve.
He frowned thoughtfully as a memory of a golden-haired girl entered his head, her face buried in a horoscope magazine as she read, "Lucky item: A crystal necklace…Tsuzuki, the chance encounter that they spoke of…it is surely a sign that you will meet your partner today, causing your life to change forever!"
He smiled ruefully and shook his head, muttering under his breath before gathering up his friends and heading back to his house to discuss future strategies.
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"Tsukino Usagi, don't you pay any attention in class?"
"Of course I do, Haruna-sensei!"
"Then why did you do so poorly on today's test?"
"I dunno, I guess I just had other things on my mind."
"Look, I know you've been going through some tough times lately, but you can't let it affect your studies. I want you to get this test signed by your mother and bring it back to me tomorrow."
"Yes, M'am." A girl with golden blond hair lowered her head slowly and left the classroom, heading out of the school towards the nearby arcade.
After spending the last of her money on arcade games, she wearily headed out of the arcade towards home. She stared miserably down at the math test in her hands, the red 30% glaring ominously at her from its position on the paper. She growled in frustration and crumpled it into a ball, tossing it behind her and out of sight.
"Ouch, that hurt! My head is not a garbage can!"
She twirled around to face a tall young man with ebony black hair leaning lazily against a stone wall. He slowly unfolded her test and smoothed it out, glancing at it derisively. "A 30%? Maybe you should be studying instead of hanging out at the arcade!"
"Why, you pompous…….give me that!" She grabbed her test out of his hands.
"Hey, not so fast, Odango Atama! You might give me whiplash!"
"What did you call me?"
"Nothing."
She glared at him, a steely look in her eyes. "I just asked you what the fuck you called me."
"Odango Atama."
"Don't call me that again." She turned around and stomped away, balling her test up in her hands and wringing it as though it was that arrogant jerk's scrawny head, and angrily heading home.
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"Guys, quiet down!" Asuka Chieri exclaimed, slamming her hands on the teacher's desk. "We need to think of a class program for the school festival!"
"Well, let's do it tomorrow! We still have time!"
"No we don't, the deadline is today! We're the only class that haven't decided what we're doing yet!"
Usagi cocked her head at her friend. "What can we do, though?"
"Oh, I know! What about a karaoke bar?"
"Oh, I like that idea, Chieri!"
A dark-haired girl in the back of the room nodded in agreement. "So do I!"
"Hi everyone, sorry I'm late!" A tall woman with red hair strode into the room, piling her folders on her desk. "Have you guys figured out what you're doing yet? You should do that now, we're getting some transfer students today!"
"Transfer students!? At this time of year?"
"Yes, it was like they decided to come here out of the blue, they-" She turned her head as the door banged up, and the balding principal entered the room.
"Haruna-sensei, pardon me for interrupting, but it seems you have some new students."
"Come on in!"
Usagi's eyes widened as a tall boy wearing a dark suit and a matching baseball cap entered the room, followed by two boys in matching suits, one with his hair pulled back in a long, buttery-blond ponytail, the other with his short, white-blond hair neatly slicked back. That's…!
"Hello, boys, welcome to Class 2-1! This is our class President, Asuka Chieri…"
"Hello, I'm Fujiwara Hiroshi."
"I'm Akiyama Kouichi. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"My name's Tsuzuki Masanori." The boy with white-blond hair held out a chain with a crystal pendant to Chieri.
The girl with pale blond hair gasped in amazement. "You found my pendant!"
"You shouldn't skate with this, it's like a weapon!" He pointed to a band-aid on his cheek before clasping the necklace around her neck."
Miss Haruna cleared her throat, causing the boy to look at her.
"Do you know Asuka-san? I'm her homeroom teacher, Sakurada Haruna."
Kouichi grinned in amusement. "Sakura da, haru da?"
"No! It's Sakurada Haruna!"
Hiroshi slapped Kouichi on the back, pulling on his ponytail. "Behave!" He glanced at the blackboard and his eyes lit up. "Your class is having a festival? I love festivals!"
"Yes, that's right! Help us plan it, we haven't decided what we want to do yet!"
Kouichi grinned and elbowed Hiroshi away from him. "Of course we'll help, Haruda-sensei! This could be fun!"
"It's Haruna, not Haruda!"
"Sorry."
Tsuzuki turned and grinned down at Chieri. "What do you say, Miss President? Will you help us out?"
"Help you do what?"
"Why, skate of course!"
"Skate? What!?"
"Well, I'm thinking…we can have a skating exhibition! You can debut skater Asuka Chieri's Showtime!"
"What are you talking about, are you insane!?"
"Of course not!"
Miss Haruna clapped her hands and grinned at Tsuzuki. "That's a wonderful idea!"
A girl with feathery-black hair named Yuni bobbed her head in agreement. "Chieri, that does sound fun! Chieri's dad used to be a national skater, she's learned a lot from him!"
Miss Haruna grinned and jotted something down on her clipboard. "Great, then it's decided! Our program will be a skating exhibition!"
Kouichi rubbed his hands together and grinned at Hiroshi, murmuring quietly, "Let the fun begin!"
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The end…until tomorrow, that is! Look for the fourth part of this epic tale tomorrow, and don't forget to watch the Olympics on NBC! Every day that you see events taking place, there's going to be a new chapter of this story! We've only just begun, there are still 14 Chapters to go! Usagi and Tsuzuki's stories are far from over!
Give me the next 14 days to tell you the rest of their story…I promise it'll be worth the ride! ^_^
~Bonnie-Chan~
February 10, 2002
Day 3 of the 2002 Salt Lake City Wint Olympics
DISCLAIMER: Both Sailor Moon AND The Cherry Project belong to Naoko Takeuchi…man, she's one lucky lady! What I wouldn't give to own the rights to two of my favorite manga! In case you were wondering, TCP was Naoko's first epic story ^_^ ….wait until you see what character shows up in part three-one that is in the original manga for TCP, and a character you know quite well from SM, as well!
Translations for The Cherry Project came from Alex Glover's wonderful webpage. If you want to read TCP-or any other manga by Naoko-hime, it's the place to go! The web address is:
http://www.nwlink.com/~kurozuki/manga.htm
A few lines were taken directly from the translated text by Alex Glover, but for the most part they remain uniquely my own! Please don't copy anything without emailing me first and asking!
Questions, comments? Email me here: hunniebunny@aol.com…and whether you liked it or hated it, could you pretty please send me feedback? I'm majoring in writing, and any type of feedback helps! Constructive criticism, a note telling me it was good, or even bad…whatever! I'd really appreciate it!
Oh, and if you want to get this story-and others-delivered to your mailbox, just go to
The Cherry Project-Part One
By Bonnie-Chan
Email: hunniebunny@aol.com
Web page: http://www.geocities.com/sailor_moon_rose/
Today is February 10, 2002
Welcome back! Here's part three...the beginning of the rest of the story! It's even under a new name, and will stay this way for the rest of the story! (Since "All That Glitters" was only for the prelude!
Welcome to Day Three of the 2002 Winter Olympics! I've always loved the Olympics, haven't you? Anyways, to memoralize this historic event, I am releasing a chapter of this story every single day for the next 14 days. By the Closing Ceremonies on February 24th, this story will be ending as well.
Special thanks to Sailor Eeyore…..she's my new beta reader!! You're doing a wonderful job, thanks soooooo much!
Also thanks to my wonderful aim buddy Steph! You've been a wonderful help, and I treasure you as a friend! Never lose those silly smiles! ^_^
Well, on with the story!
___________________________
Held By the Wings of an Angel
The Cherry Project: Part One
By Bonnie-Chan
___________________________
"What the fuck are you doing in my room, Kouichi?"
A boy with buttery blond hair tied back in a long ponytail looked up from the computer screen he had been staring at in surprise. "Tsuzuki, hi! I was wondering where you were!"
"How did you get in here?"
"The maid let me in, told me I could wait for you in here."
"You better not be screwing around with my computer again. I don't wanna shell out all that money to get it fixed when it was just fixed a few months ago."
"Don't worry, I'm just compiling a list of possible candidates to be your skating partner."
"Really?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Well, alright, then let's take a look." He sat in the chair beside his friend and grinned. "Here we go. The search begins."
"Yes, sir!"
He pulled the keyboard in front of him and tapped a button to bring up the screen. "Hmmm…" He murmured staring at the list his friends had created. "Asuka Chieri…'Cherry,' eh?"
"Hiroshi and I feel that she is the best candidate. She was born on August 16th…this girl has the same birthday as you, Tsuzuki!"
"What makes her the best candidate?"
"Her father is a former Olympic Champion, he skates with her a lot."
"Why haven't we heard of her before?"
"She's not in a skate club."
"So maybe she's not as good as you think she is."
"She is. None of the girls in the skate club have caught your eye, ya know."
"Well, none of them really clicked with me."
"You're still into first impressions. That's good. There's a girl out there for you somewhere, Tsuzuki."
"You wanna go get something to eat? I'm hungry."
"Sure. You want to go pick up some subs at the deli?"
"Yeah, let's go." He stood up and grabbed his keys off his desk, shoving them into his pocket, and the two boys quickly left the house and headed for the deli. After buying their food, they wandered aimlessly through the Juuban District.
"What's that?"
Tsuzuki looked up at the decrepit sign hovering above his head. "Trade Center Rink? They put up a skating rink in this place?"
"A better question is, why haven't you noticed it before?"
Tsuzuki scratched his chin thoughtfully before his train of thought was broken as Kouichi's beeper went off for the third time that hour. "Kouichi, get your damn beeper before I get angry and break it."
Kouichi scowled in annoyance, but checked his beeper and headed towards a nearby payphone. "Hiroshi? How are things turning out?"
"Is Tsuzuki with you?"
"Of course."
"Wanna see something interesting?"
"Where are you?"
"Trade Center Rink."
"That's where we are, too. We're on our way in." He hung up the phone, motioned to his friend, and the two boys entered the rink, where they met up with Hiroshi.
"You want to see a skater with potential, Tsuzuki? Check this out." He gestured towards the rink, where a thin girl was held above the air by a man he assumed to be her father.
"She needs to be able to do more than just skate."
"Like a lift?"
"That's just a shoulder lift."
"But it shows she can handle a basic move required for pairs."
Tsuzuki nodded thoughtfully, then turned back to the ice as a shout caught his attention. He watched the girl he had been observing earlier leap into the air and fly over a skater that had fallen onto the ground.
Kouichi smiled in amazement. "Did you see that, Tsuzuki? She only missed that girl by a hair! She must have been at least 900 cm in the air!"
"It was just a fluke."
"Was it?" Hiroshi grinned and popped a cassette into the nearby tape deck.
"Look at her now, Tsuzuki!"
"A back flip!?" He watched in amazement as she flew around the rink and launched herself into the air, spinning three times before falling towards the ground. Noticing that she was headed straight for him, he held out his arms and caught her, causing them both to fall to the ground. He winced as something sharp grazed his cheek, then gazed down at the petite girl in his arms.
"Oh my god, I'm s-sor-oh!"
He looked at the girl curiously as she stuttered before fading off into silence, her cheeks becoming a rosy red as she gaped at him, knocking him back to reality.
He quickly stood up and walked away, calling goodbye over his shoulder as he went to rejoin his friends.
"You didn't get hurt, did you?"
"No, Kouichi, I'm fine."
Hiroshi smiled proudly. "That's the girl I was talking about! There's no one else like her!"
Kouichi nodded in agreement. "Did you hear her name, Tsuzuki? That was Asuka Chieri, that girl we were talking about earlier!"
Tsuzuki nodded thoughtfully. "So we all felt something. When she crashed into me…she was as light as a feather! She said she was doing a triple, but if she hadn't crashed into me, she would have done a quadruple for sure!"
"Do you think she could be the one?"
"I do. I finally felt that click, Kouichi." He glanced down at his wrist, where he saw a silver chain clinging to him, a crystal pendant caught on his sleeve.
He frowned thoughtfully as a memory of a golden-haired girl entered his head, her face buried in a horoscope magazine as she read, "Lucky item: A crystal necklace…Tsuzuki, the chance encounter that they spoke of…it is surely a sign that you will meet your partner today, causing your life to change forever!"
He smiled ruefully and shook his head, muttering under his breath before gathering up his friends and heading back to his house to discuss future strategies.
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"Tsukino Usagi, don't you pay any attention in class?"
"Of course I do, Haruna-sensei!"
"Then why did you do so poorly on today's test?"
"I dunno, I guess I just had other things on my mind."
"Look, I know you've been going through some tough times lately, but you can't let it affect your studies. I want you to get this test signed by your mother and bring it back to me tomorrow."
"Yes, M'am." A girl with golden blond hair lowered her head slowly and left the classroom, heading out of the school towards the nearby arcade.
After spending the last of her money on arcade games, she wearily headed out of the arcade towards home. She stared miserably down at the math test in her hands, the red 30% glaring ominously at her from its position on the paper. She growled in frustration and crumpled it into a ball, tossing it behind her and out of sight.
"Ouch, that hurt! My head is not a garbage can!"
She twirled around to face a tall young man with ebony black hair leaning lazily against a stone wall. He slowly unfolded her test and smoothed it out, glancing at it derisively. "A 30%? Maybe you should be studying instead of hanging out at the arcade!"
"Why, you pompous…….give me that!" She grabbed her test out of his hands.
"Hey, not so fast, Odango Atama! You might give me whiplash!"
"What did you call me?"
"Nothing."
She glared at him, a steely look in her eyes. "I just asked you what the fuck you called me."
"Odango Atama."
"Don't call me that again." She turned around and stomped away, balling her test up in her hands and wringing it as though it was that arrogant jerk's scrawny head, and angrily heading home.
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"Guys, quiet down!" Asuka Chieri exclaimed, slamming her hands on the teacher's desk. "We need to think of a class program for the school festival!"
"Well, let's do it tomorrow! We still have time!"
"No we don't, the deadline is today! We're the only class that haven't decided what we're doing yet!"
Usagi cocked her head at her friend. "What can we do, though?"
"Oh, I know! What about a karaoke bar?"
"Oh, I like that idea, Chieri!"
A dark-haired girl in the back of the room nodded in agreement. "So do I!"
"Hi everyone, sorry I'm late!" A tall woman with red hair strode into the room, piling her folders on her desk. "Have you guys figured out what you're doing yet? You should do that now, we're getting some transfer students today!"
"Transfer students!? At this time of year?"
"Yes, it was like they decided to come here out of the blue, they-" She turned her head as the door banged up, and the balding principal entered the room.
"Haruna-sensei, pardon me for interrupting, but it seems you have some new students."
"Come on in!"
Usagi's eyes widened as a tall boy wearing a dark suit and a matching baseball cap entered the room, followed by two boys in matching suits, one with his hair pulled back in a long, buttery-blond ponytail, the other with his short, white-blond hair neatly slicked back. That's…!
"Hello, boys, welcome to Class 2-1! This is our class President, Asuka Chieri…"
"Hello, I'm Fujiwara Hiroshi."
"I'm Akiyama Kouichi. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"My name's Tsuzuki Masanori." The boy with white-blond hair held out a chain with a crystal pendant to Chieri.
The girl with pale blond hair gasped in amazement. "You found my pendant!"
"You shouldn't skate with this, it's like a weapon!" He pointed to a band-aid on his cheek before clasping the necklace around her neck."
Miss Haruna cleared her throat, causing the boy to look at her.
"Do you know Asuka-san? I'm her homeroom teacher, Sakurada Haruna."
Kouichi grinned in amusement. "Sakura da, haru da?"
"No! It's Sakurada Haruna!"
Hiroshi slapped Kouichi on the back, pulling on his ponytail. "Behave!" He glanced at the blackboard and his eyes lit up. "Your class is having a festival? I love festivals!"
"Yes, that's right! Help us plan it, we haven't decided what we want to do yet!"
Kouichi grinned and elbowed Hiroshi away from him. "Of course we'll help, Haruda-sensei! This could be fun!"
"It's Haruna, not Haruda!"
"Sorry."
Tsuzuki turned and grinned down at Chieri. "What do you say, Miss President? Will you help us out?"
"Help you do what?"
"Why, skate of course!"
"Skate? What!?"
"Well, I'm thinking…we can have a skating exhibition! You can debut skater Asuka Chieri's Showtime!"
"What are you talking about, are you insane!?"
"Of course not!"
Miss Haruna clapped her hands and grinned at Tsuzuki. "That's a wonderful idea!"
A girl with feathery-black hair named Yuni bobbed her head in agreement. "Chieri, that does sound fun! Chieri's dad used to be a national skater, she's learned a lot from him!"
Miss Haruna grinned and jotted something down on her clipboard. "Great, then it's decided! Our program will be a skating exhibition!"
Kouichi rubbed his hands together and grinned at Hiroshi, murmuring quietly, "Let the fun begin!"
***********************
The end…until tomorrow, that is! Look for the fourth part of this epic tale tomorrow, and don't forget to watch the Olympics on NBC! Every day that you see events taking place, there's going to be a new chapter of this story! We've only just begun, there are still 14 Chapters to go! Usagi and Tsuzuki's stories are far from over!
Give me the next 14 days to tell you the rest of their story…I promise it'll be worth the ride! ^_^
~Bonnie-Chan~
February 10, 2002
Day 3 of the 2002 Salt Lake City Wint Olympics
DISCLAIMER: Both Sailor Moon AND The Cherry Project belong to Naoko Takeuchi…man, she's one lucky lady! What I wouldn't give to own the rights to two of my favorite manga! In case you were wondering, TCP was Naoko's first epic story ^_^ ….wait until you see what character shows up in part three-one that is in the original manga for TCP, and a character you know quite well from SM, as well!
Translations for The Cherry Project came from Alex Glover's wonderful webpage. If you want to read TCP-or any other manga by Naoko-hime, it's the place to go! The web address is:
http://www.nwlink.com/~kurozuki/manga.htm
A few lines were taken directly from the translated text by Alex Glover, but for the most part they remain uniquely my own! Please don't copy anything without emailing me first and asking!
Questions, comments? Email me here: hunniebunny@aol.com…and whether you liked it or hated it, could you pretty please send me feedback? I'm majoring in writing, and any type of feedback helps! Constructive criticism, a note telling me it was good, or even bad…whatever! I'd really appreciate it!
Oh, and if you want to get this story-and others-delivered to your mailbox, just go to