In the Cover of Darkness
Sylyne D. Anhem.
Email: silvery_sylyne@hotmail.com
Romantic/Drama/Comedy
Rated PG for very SLIGHT language.
PLEASE FORGIVE ME IF THIS IS HORRIBLE. It's my first fanfic, I always
wanted to write one, so, PLEASE, PLEASE, FORGIVE ME. I always wanted
a story where Usagi and Mamoru were... well, it'll be obvious when you
read it. Oh. And I am so SORRY if the chapters are short! I hate short
chapters too. But, I am going to hope you will all be nice, and FORGIVE
ME. Umm... none of the paintings in this story by actual artists (i.e.
Van Gogh) actually exist, as far as I know. Yes, people, I know Picasso
would never do a painting like any described. Umm... I know it just
slightly resembles the movie "Entrapment", that gave me the idea. Go
ahead people, email me, yell at me, tell me I'm copying something, I
don't really care. I TRY NOT TO! Any phrases in here that have been
stolen from another story, well... praise to the person who invented
those phrases! Thank you to my most favourite fanfic authors for
all the inspiration I need, Lilac Summers, Alicia Blade, and Crystal Heart.
DON'T HATE ME FOR USING YOUR NAMES IF THIS FIC BITES!
*Sylyne drops to her knees and begs.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon, Sailor Moon characters, Anime, Van
Gogh, Picasso, or Monet. Don't sue me. I have VERY LITTLE MONEY (meaning
I have a maximum of ten dollars.) I don't own a house to mortgage,
basically, you will be wasting you and your lawyer's money. Thank you!
Ta dahlings!
Sylyne.
Chapter One
A sleek figure cloaked in darkness swung down on an almost
invisible wire. Touching down gently on the tips of their toes, on
an elegantly decorated balcony, the mysterious person slid five
razor-sharp needles out of a pocket, and clipped them on to one hand.
Pressing against the secured French doors, the character carved a
perfect circle in the glass and slowly extricated it from the door.
Reaching inside, one gloved hand carefully unlocked the door.
The unknown person silently leaned forward and blew a thin
dusting of flour around the room, revealing several red beams. Daintily
stepping through the room, the figure reached a small, attractively
framed painting of a beautiful woman. Sliding it into a slim backpack,
the thief leaped over the beams and reached the doorway.
A sigh escaped hidden lips as she stepped outside. Suddenly, a
roaring siren erupted throughout the building.
"Damn it!" the person muttered before jumping nimbly over the
edge.
~~~~~~
"Damn it!" Chiba Mamoru gasped. He slapped the newspaper down on
the counter and glared at the headline.
"What??" Furuhata Motoki blurted. The now-owner of Crown Arcade
stared at his friend. At 22, his blonde hair and blue eyes gave him a
boyish look. "Jeez, Mamoru-kun. Freak out, why don't ya?" Grabbing the
paper, he glanced over the front page, "'Van Gogh Painting Vanishes From
Craven Inc.'?"
"Uh... no... why would I look at THAT? My stocks dropped." Mamoru
muttered, flustered.
"Oh. Well." Motoki flipped to the Stock Exchange. "Hey!
McDonald's went up 60 cents!"
Mamoru stared mindlessly as his friend prattled on about his
practically worthless stocks. *How could he beat me to it? Again! It's
like he knows just what I want! But... why would he be after...? Well,
noone's going to get tonight's job, but me.*
"Excuse me! Dream boy! Get out of the way!" a high voice cut
through his thoughs sharply. Quickly shuffling out of the way, Mamoru
blushed and sweatdropped. The interrupter brushed past, giggling
mischievously.
~~~~~~
Usagi glanced back at the tall man who stood dazedly where she
had passed and giggled. He looked so confused, as if someone had just
yanked him out of the Twilight Zone.
Sure was a hottie. Dark inky hair, killer midnight blue eyes,
tall form, muscular build... Atrocious olive green jacket. Usagi shook
her head in dismay. Obvious good taste and he was wearing THAT monstrous
thing?! Laughing at her own observations, she shrugged him out of her
mind and quickly caught a cab to her apartment to take a good, long look
at her newest acquisition.
At 21, Tsukino Usagi was young, blonde, and puzzlingly rich.
Though she obviously upheld no job, the few people acquainted with her,
outside of a few close friends, assumed she had inherited a great wealth
and didn't wish to talk about it.
Finally reaching her apartment, she smiled sweetly to the
doorman.
"Miss Tsukino." he saluted, tipping his hat.
"Hiya Chad," she tittered, "how ya doin'?"
The doorman blushed. "Good, miss. Thank you." Usagi snorted at
his blatant discomfort with her lack of formality with him. Continuing
to the elevator, she punched the button for the 13th floor. Proceeding
on to Apartment 666, she smiled at the numbers. Usa loved to tempt
Fate.
Stepping into the classy apartment, Usagi nodded, satisfied, at
her surroundings, an apartment, completely decorated in black, white,
and silver. Smiling, she walked over to a book case and pulled out the
book labeled "In the Cover of Darkness" by Sylyne D. Anhem (an: look,
it's me!!). The bookcase swung out and the young woman entered a small,
nearly empty room.
But the walls were adorned entirely with paintings. Famous
artists and not-so-famous artists alike, the paintings were all
similar. Van Gogh, Monet, Loni Lanai, Peggy Jones, Rembrandt, and
Picasso. All were paintings containing a beautiful silver castle, a
handsome young prince, and a beautiful princess.
"Wow..." Usagi sighed, gazing at her newest prize. A woman with
long silver hair held in two buns with long ponytails streaming down
behind her stared wistfully at the glowing orb in the sky. Not the
moon, but the Earth. Smiling, sadly, the blonde girl jerked forward as
a knock at the door shocked her back to reality. Quickly leaving the
room and securing the bookcase, Usagi answered the door.
"Hi! My name is Candy, and I'm selling brownies for my Cookie
Group!" a little girl dressed in an orange uniform with curly red hair
in pigtails smiled, sacharinely, up at Usagi.
"Yeah, and I'm a cat burglar. Go con someone else, kid."
~~~~~~
Mamoru dropped sadly into his recliner and glanced around his
apartment. Navy green, black, and white decorated the room, with a
scattered crystal vase of roses here and there. He smiled at the
delicate paintings on his walls and stood up. Moving to his bedroom, he
quickly pulled out a map and pen. Sitting down at his table, he began
to work.
~~~~~~
A short, thin form dropped through a skylight on a wire. Pressing
a button on their belt, the wire jerked to a stop and the person gasped
and held their breath as their stomach almost touched a thin red beam
that came into view in the moonlight.
"Don't move. And I won't cut the wire," a deep voice cut through
Usagi's mind like a knife. She swallowed and inhaled deeply as she
glanced over her shoulder.
***
Wow. I did it. I did it! Yea for me! Thanks for reading this far
people. I know it wasn't that interesting, but I'm a sucker for
details.
PLEASE READ MORE.
Sylyne.
Email: silvery_sylyne@hotmail.com
Sylyne D. Anhem.
Email: silvery_sylyne@hotmail.com
Romantic/Drama/Comedy
Rated PG for very SLIGHT language.
PLEASE FORGIVE ME IF THIS IS HORRIBLE. It's my first fanfic, I always
wanted to write one, so, PLEASE, PLEASE, FORGIVE ME. I always wanted
a story where Usagi and Mamoru were... well, it'll be obvious when you
read it. Oh. And I am so SORRY if the chapters are short! I hate short
chapters too. But, I am going to hope you will all be nice, and FORGIVE
ME. Umm... none of the paintings in this story by actual artists (i.e.
Van Gogh) actually exist, as far as I know. Yes, people, I know Picasso
would never do a painting like any described. Umm... I know it just
slightly resembles the movie "Entrapment", that gave me the idea. Go
ahead people, email me, yell at me, tell me I'm copying something, I
don't really care. I TRY NOT TO! Any phrases in here that have been
stolen from another story, well... praise to the person who invented
those phrases! Thank you to my most favourite fanfic authors for
all the inspiration I need, Lilac Summers, Alicia Blade, and Crystal Heart.
DON'T HATE ME FOR USING YOUR NAMES IF THIS FIC BITES!
*Sylyne drops to her knees and begs.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon, Sailor Moon characters, Anime, Van
Gogh, Picasso, or Monet. Don't sue me. I have VERY LITTLE MONEY (meaning
I have a maximum of ten dollars.) I don't own a house to mortgage,
basically, you will be wasting you and your lawyer's money. Thank you!
Ta dahlings!
Sylyne.
Chapter One
A sleek figure cloaked in darkness swung down on an almost
invisible wire. Touching down gently on the tips of their toes, on
an elegantly decorated balcony, the mysterious person slid five
razor-sharp needles out of a pocket, and clipped them on to one hand.
Pressing against the secured French doors, the character carved a
perfect circle in the glass and slowly extricated it from the door.
Reaching inside, one gloved hand carefully unlocked the door.
The unknown person silently leaned forward and blew a thin
dusting of flour around the room, revealing several red beams. Daintily
stepping through the room, the figure reached a small, attractively
framed painting of a beautiful woman. Sliding it into a slim backpack,
the thief leaped over the beams and reached the doorway.
A sigh escaped hidden lips as she stepped outside. Suddenly, a
roaring siren erupted throughout the building.
"Damn it!" the person muttered before jumping nimbly over the
edge.
~~~~~~
"Damn it!" Chiba Mamoru gasped. He slapped the newspaper down on
the counter and glared at the headline.
"What??" Furuhata Motoki blurted. The now-owner of Crown Arcade
stared at his friend. At 22, his blonde hair and blue eyes gave him a
boyish look. "Jeez, Mamoru-kun. Freak out, why don't ya?" Grabbing the
paper, he glanced over the front page, "'Van Gogh Painting Vanishes From
Craven Inc.'?"
"Uh... no... why would I look at THAT? My stocks dropped." Mamoru
muttered, flustered.
"Oh. Well." Motoki flipped to the Stock Exchange. "Hey!
McDonald's went up 60 cents!"
Mamoru stared mindlessly as his friend prattled on about his
practically worthless stocks. *How could he beat me to it? Again! It's
like he knows just what I want! But... why would he be after...? Well,
noone's going to get tonight's job, but me.*
"Excuse me! Dream boy! Get out of the way!" a high voice cut
through his thoughs sharply. Quickly shuffling out of the way, Mamoru
blushed and sweatdropped. The interrupter brushed past, giggling
mischievously.
~~~~~~
Usagi glanced back at the tall man who stood dazedly where she
had passed and giggled. He looked so confused, as if someone had just
yanked him out of the Twilight Zone.
Sure was a hottie. Dark inky hair, killer midnight blue eyes,
tall form, muscular build... Atrocious olive green jacket. Usagi shook
her head in dismay. Obvious good taste and he was wearing THAT monstrous
thing?! Laughing at her own observations, she shrugged him out of her
mind and quickly caught a cab to her apartment to take a good, long look
at her newest acquisition.
At 21, Tsukino Usagi was young, blonde, and puzzlingly rich.
Though she obviously upheld no job, the few people acquainted with her,
outside of a few close friends, assumed she had inherited a great wealth
and didn't wish to talk about it.
Finally reaching her apartment, she smiled sweetly to the
doorman.
"Miss Tsukino." he saluted, tipping his hat.
"Hiya Chad," she tittered, "how ya doin'?"
The doorman blushed. "Good, miss. Thank you." Usagi snorted at
his blatant discomfort with her lack of formality with him. Continuing
to the elevator, she punched the button for the 13th floor. Proceeding
on to Apartment 666, she smiled at the numbers. Usa loved to tempt
Fate.
Stepping into the classy apartment, Usagi nodded, satisfied, at
her surroundings, an apartment, completely decorated in black, white,
and silver. Smiling, she walked over to a book case and pulled out the
book labeled "In the Cover of Darkness" by Sylyne D. Anhem (an: look,
it's me!!). The bookcase swung out and the young woman entered a small,
nearly empty room.
But the walls were adorned entirely with paintings. Famous
artists and not-so-famous artists alike, the paintings were all
similar. Van Gogh, Monet, Loni Lanai, Peggy Jones, Rembrandt, and
Picasso. All were paintings containing a beautiful silver castle, a
handsome young prince, and a beautiful princess.
"Wow..." Usagi sighed, gazing at her newest prize. A woman with
long silver hair held in two buns with long ponytails streaming down
behind her stared wistfully at the glowing orb in the sky. Not the
moon, but the Earth. Smiling, sadly, the blonde girl jerked forward as
a knock at the door shocked her back to reality. Quickly leaving the
room and securing the bookcase, Usagi answered the door.
"Hi! My name is Candy, and I'm selling brownies for my Cookie
Group!" a little girl dressed in an orange uniform with curly red hair
in pigtails smiled, sacharinely, up at Usagi.
"Yeah, and I'm a cat burglar. Go con someone else, kid."
~~~~~~
Mamoru dropped sadly into his recliner and glanced around his
apartment. Navy green, black, and white decorated the room, with a
scattered crystal vase of roses here and there. He smiled at the
delicate paintings on his walls and stood up. Moving to his bedroom, he
quickly pulled out a map and pen. Sitting down at his table, he began
to work.
~~~~~~
A short, thin form dropped through a skylight on a wire. Pressing
a button on their belt, the wire jerked to a stop and the person gasped
and held their breath as their stomach almost touched a thin red beam
that came into view in the moonlight.
"Don't move. And I won't cut the wire," a deep voice cut through
Usagi's mind like a knife. She swallowed and inhaled deeply as she
glanced over her shoulder.
***
Wow. I did it. I did it! Yea for me! Thanks for reading this far
people. I know it wasn't that interesting, but I'm a sucker for
details.
PLEASE READ MORE.
Sylyne.
Email: silvery_sylyne@hotmail.com