Okay. Here is Chapter two. I think. No it's the chapter but weather or not its any good is what you, the readers, get to tell me. You would be surprised how much your reviews encourage me to get my butt in gear.

Side Note: Because of Softball games I am going to have a hard time getting chapters up and going. It normally only takes about an hour to get it planned and written but sometimes it's hard to find that hour. Wednesday's and Weekends are looking really good for updates. Most of my games are not played on Fridays or Wednesdays. I will get an odd chapter out during the week, such as this one, so go ahead and keep your eyes out.

~Ravyn~

Disclaimer: The little town of Clayton does not exist. I made it up in my head. I also am going to leave the location blank. If you think it's on the Mediterranean (Kaze!) or somewhere else you can. Just use your imagination.

I do not own Sailor Moon. No matter how much I wish I did. Trust me I could use the money!

Chapter Two

Ami walked along the beach with her large straw hat that made her head look three times smaller than it was. It was your normal hat, with a single white strip of ribbon that circled the width of it. But it had a very important job.

You see, this hat, this lonely and special hat, was on a mission. A mission to keep the wearier from getting freckles. Because, you see, Ami hated freckles.

Maybe it had started in third grade when a little boy named William, called Willie, had turned around and tried to do the multiplication table off her nose. Ami had cried.

But since Ami loved the feeling of the cool ocean and the warm sand between her toes, what were a few hours of wearing a hot, far too large hat?

Ami carefully picked the, small, perfect white shell out of the sand and blew gently into it. Her aunt had once told her the story that if you blow into a shell and make a wish, it will come true. And right now Ami had only one wish that she could think of.

"Please let him decide not to come," Ami whispered in a fervent prayer. After she had replaced the phone, the truth had hit her like a two-ton truck. Her. Alone. With a male. Panic had set in.

And that was what had led her to the beach. Her place of calm, the only place she could abandon her shoes and socks with the ease of home. Ami squished her toes back into the wet sand and smiled.

Ami looked up from under the wide band as she heard a group of seagulls calling out their happiness. Ami allowed the smile she had on her face to grow. Looking over the calm beaches and even calmer sea, she smiled. This was why she lived here. Not to meet all the fascinating people, although they helped, but to live day-in and day-out near the ocean.

As a little girl she had loved the little mermaid and had been drawn to the classic tale of how love concurred all obstacles. Now she loved the story, because every time she gazed out across the vast ocean, she could hear the voices and sounds the mermaids lived off of.

Ami scooped up her small hand basket with the shells into her hand and grabbed her sandals with the other and started the short walk back into her modest home.

Ami sat down at her workbench and carefully began to drill a hole through the small shells she had found. It was one of her most beloved hobbies.

During the off-season, when she found herself with little to do, she had somehow started to make jewelry for her customers. The ones who came often always looked forward to see what she would create next.

And then, somehow, she had turned the jewelry making into something more. Chandeliers, wind chimes, and bookends had crept into the list of things she could do. It was a gift her aunt had taught her as child when her clumsy fingers had been too small. Even though her hands were still tiny, they moved with careful precision.

Ami could spend hours working with the small tools and the even smaller shells just as she could spend hours reading a new book. The whole atmosphere was just what she needed to relieve the stress of the upcoming problem.

"The whole atmosphere was just what she needed to relieve the stress of the upcoming problem, for Ami was certain there were going to be problems." For one thing, since it was off-season, he could find his own meals. She would cook if he helped clean. She had no problem letting him starve.

Another thing was that when she worked on her items, she needed absolute quiet. If she so much as cracked a shell, she had to go and find another one that was just as perfect. It was, perhaps, the most annoying part of her hobby.

Ami gently used the clear screw and sighed as she finished the wind chime she had been working on for the past two weeks. Who was she kidding? If he so much as glared, then she would more than likely cower.

Ami straightened her bent shoulders and frowned. She would not be some puppet on the a string. How old was he anyway? He had sounded several years older than she on the phone , but phone lines did distort the voice What if he did not exist?

Ami shook her head in annoyance. What was she thinking? No one in their right mind would take the time and trouble he had to track her down just to not show up. It was just wishful thinking.

Ami looked down as her stomach growled and looked at her clock. It was well past two. It was best that she went ahead and ate a light lunch. This way she could eat an early dinner and go to bed. Hopefully she did not have to worry about Mr. Green till later.

As Ami assembled a light fruit salad made of kiwis, papayas, and mangos covered in honey, a delicate frown etched across her forehead. She had never asked Mr. Green when he was coming. Ami could have mentally kicked herself.

"What is the first thing you do, Ami?" Ami asked herself as she recited her aunt's number one rule. "Always find out when the customer plans on staying."

Ami poured some of the light tea she had made, grabbed her plate and walked out onto the patio. The gentle sounds of the birds and the ocean allowed her to calm her racing nerves just as the food calmed her angry stomach.

When Ami walked back into her open kitchen, she heard the sounds of a car pulling into her driveway. A small yellow sports car parked, and what appeared to be man in his late twenties stepped out.

He had long, curly blond hair that reached his shoulders and which was pulled into a ponytail at the base of his neck. Expensive sunglasses covered his eyes, and a tailored shirt and a pair of dark slacks, finishing off the look were a pair of shiny shoes. Ami expected a butler to pull himself out next and offer to take his bags.

Ami placed the bowl and cup on the counter top, and she wiped her sticky hands on her shorts. Walking forward, her bare feet barely made a sound as she quickly covered the distance.

"Can I help you?" Ami politely questioned. The sunglasses went up to show the most startling green eyes she had ever seen. They locked on her, and Ami had the impression of brand new forests in the heart of the mountains.

"I am looking for an Ami Mizuno?" an easy tenor questioned. There was an intensity about him that was startling.

"I am Ami," Ami told him softly, her heart sinking in her chest. His next words confirmed her worst fears.

"I am Zach Green."

~*~

Zach looked the small petite woman in front of him. He would have to be lying if he said he didn't think she was attractive. It was just too surprising for him to do anything but stare.

Soft navy locks, a beautiful but different color, fell around a small pale face. Her small but pert nose had the faintest dusting of sprinkles on them, almost as if a fairy had shaken her paintbrush at it in a fit of temper.

Large blue eyes with a thick swath of black lashes looked at him as if he was going to eat her. Full pale lips were parted slightly in surprise, and they were practically begging to be kissed.

Her frame was nothing to be laughed at either. Gentle curves were faintly outlined in the sunny yellow tank top and a pair of gently curving but surprisingly muscled legs went into to two smooth ankles. Zach felt a smile twitch at his lips when he noticed the sand in between her toes.

She was adorable.

"I would like to thank you for taking me in at such short notice." Zach told her smoothly, trying to hide his laughter at the way her eyes widened at the sound of his voice.

"Um…sure…" Ami managed to get out, still locked in the green of his eyes. Her breathing was becoming labored. Luckily, the rude honking of someone passing snapped her out of the daze she had been in.

Ami jerked her head and mentally sighed. This was her luck. Instead of a middle-aged man who was balding, she got Mr. Gorgeous himself. Ami wanted to curl into a ball and whimper.

"If you follow me, I will show you where you will be staying," Ami told him trying to keep the breathless fascination out of her voice.

"Give me a moment to get my bags," Zach lazily informed her. "Pulling the keys from his pocket, he unlocked his trunk and pulled out two duffel bags and a suitcase on wheels." After he had strapped one of the duffel bags to the suitcase he hefted the other onto his shoulder. Turning, he offered her a brilliant smile.

"After you, madame," Zach offered with a playful bow. Ami walked forward quickly and desperately tried to hide her blush.

~*~

Zach looked around the room she had put him in and allowed a small smile to play across his lips. It was, perhaps, one of the nicest he had stayed in.

The queen- sized bed sat in one of the corners that faced double glass doors which opened up to a modest balcony that overlooked the beach. A small wicker table and matching chairs completed the effect.

A Deep royal blue carpet was plush under his now bare feet, and the room itself gave one the impression of being underwater. Windows in the shape of circles littered the wall around the glass doors, almost as if in a ship, and paintings were scattered the walls. Delicate items made of seashells echoed the same peace.

Zach sprawled onto the bed and allowed a huge smirk to play across his lips. If Ami was as fun to talk to as she was to look at, they would get along wonderfully.

~*~

Ami slammed the fish around in the batter she had prepared. Luckily, Mr. Green, or Zach as he had told her to call him, had stayed in his room-which was just fine with her. She needed time to sort what she thought about her new houseguest.

He was cute, that was a fact, but there was a hidden glint in his eyes that promised intelligence. Ami groaned in disbelief. It was impossible to believe that prince charming had just walked into her house. There had to be some faults. He probably left the toilet seat up.

Ami heard footsteps coming down her spiral staircase and sighed. She was going to have to explain everything to him now. She refused to cook and clean for two without any assistance. But, to her surprise, he took it right out of her hands.

"Is their anything I can do you for you Ami?" Zach questioned as his bare feet padded across the tiles. Ami turned and barely kept her jaw from crashing to the floor.

Zach stood in a pair of dark green shorts and a white cut-off shirt. Gone was the Mr. Important Role, and a beach boy stood in its place. If he had a tan he would have received surf boy of the year award.

"I have it. But if you want to make tea that would be fine," Ami told him as she turned back to the fillets she was working on. As soon as she said the words, she almost hit herself. The sink was just about three inches from her elbow.

Zach shrugged and rummaged through the cupboards -which he would have to get to know soon anyway- and found the container.

Ami candidly told him where to find the tea, since he had the container, he might as well make the drink. Walking over, he patiently waited for the container to fill. As he did so, he watched his host out of the corner of his eyes.

Her face was flushed from the heat of the pan, and a single drop of sweat ran from her temple. Her eyes and hands moved in tune with each other as she balanced the grease.

He moved away after a moment, and Ami relaxed visibly. She had caught the scent that came from his shirt, and it had caused her to want to bury her face in it and keep on breathing. Ami had almost dropped the pan. As it was, she had burned herself.

" Shi…" Ami hissed as the hot grease poured onto her hand. Quickly she put the pan on the back burner and poured cold water on the red burn.

Zach turned to see her run cold water over her hand.

"You have anything to put on that?" he demanded, his eyes scanning the room.

"Bathroom. First Aid Kit," Ami replied. Her eyes were watering, and she forcefully fought them off.

Zach handed her the tube after he practically ransacked the bathroom. Ami gently applied the burn cream, smiled, and moved away.

~*~

Ami lay in bed that night and sighed. Rolling over in her cotton sheets, she breathed in the smell of the ocean.

Looking up at her ceiling room, she wondered what Zach Green was doing in her little corner of paradise.

Ami fell asleep questioning a pair of green eyes.

~*~

Zach stood out on the balcony and thought about the little person below him who had somehow caught his eyes. It was, mayhap, the most surprising thing of all.

She did not have anything completely fascinating, except for the hair, that would catch his attention. Zach normally found favor in the flash of life.

But there was something in her quiet but beautiful features that stuck out in his mind. Was it the quiet intelligence and the calm in her gaze? Or was it the look of uncertainty she wore around her eyes and mouth as if afraid of something?

Zach let the breeze play with his air as he looked out at the starlit night.

"Who exactly are you, Ami Mizuno?"

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