Sylyne D. Anhem.
Email: silvery_sylyne@hotmail.com
Romantic/Drama/Comedy
Rated PG for very SLIGHT language.
Enter any disclaimer you choose here: __________
Hiiii! I know the last chapter sucked seriously... So, I'll try to put
some more actual movement into this one. I will. I swear.
*Sylyne smiles, nods, and then turns and snickers.
No, seriously. I will.
*Sylyne snickers.
Oh well. Read on, minna.
Chapter Three
Usagi stared up. What was that? Something dark had flashed past
the skylight... Her opponent? He wouldn't have followed her? Would he??
Sitting straight up, her long hair falling over her shoulders into her
lap, the young woman squinted up. And waited. Her eyes darted towards the
beautiful painting hidden in the shadows...
Mamoru gasped for breath. God, she was fabulous. Beauty didn't
even describe it. Just one more glance, and he'd go. Just one more.
Pulling off his mask, he leaned forward and peeked over into the glass,
only to find her standing and staring up at him. Jerking backwards, he ran
and leapt off the building. 'You've gotten your look...' his mind sneered
as he collapsed heavily on a nearby office building.
-'Now you can officially be declared a peeping Tom.'
-'I am NOT some voyeuristic pervert!'
-'Sure you aren't. You weren't just staring through a stranger's
window, into her bedroom.'
-'That doesn't make me a voyeuristic pervert!'
-'Of course not. You were spying through her window, so you're not
voyeuristic, and you were watching her in her bed, so of course you're not
a pervert.'
-'Oh SHUT UP! You weren't complaining at the time!'
Mamoru shook his head, letting the arguing thoughts wander away as
his mind returned to his dazzling view. 'Where have I seen her before?'
'Where have I seen those eyes before?' Usagi wondered. Someone had
been watching her. Someone with gorgeous blue eyes. 'Oh well... leave
planning and plotting and paintings for morning...' Falling back onto her
bed, the young woman drifted off to sleep.
~~~~~~
"I'm telling you, man, you're acting extremely weird today."
Motoki stared at Mamoru, perplexedly.
"Wha? Oh, I'm sorry Motoki-kun, I wasn't listening..." Mamoru's
eyes fell dazedly onto the counter.
"MAMORU! What is wrong with you??? It's like you're doped or
something! You're not doing drugs, are you? You're not..." Motoki's
voice trailed off as his face lit up like a 100 watt light bulb.
"Heyyyyy... You're not in *love*, are you, my most obviously single
friend?" A wicked smile sat on the blonde-haired man's face, awaiting
an answer.
"LOVE? Good Lord, n-..." the defendent's voice lowered as he
thought about the girl. 'I couldn't be in love. Could I?' "No, Motoki,
of course not! I just haven't had my daily dose of caffeine, now feed
me some legal addictive stimulants!"
"Uh huh..."
"NOW, MOTOKI. GET ME SOME DAMN COFFEE."
"Jesus, you don't have to yell," a sweet voice cut in. Mamoru
turned to be shocked out of his mind. His dream girl stood behind him.
"I'm sure Motoki can hear you, he's right there." she remarked, testily.
"I-I-I..." he gaped at her. Long blonde hair, touching her calves,
big blue eyes, wearing a black skirt and tank top, it was her.
"You-you-you what? Motoki, honey, get us a couple of coffees over
here, I think you're friend's going into shock." an eyebrow raised at
Mamoru's open mouth as she hopped onto a stool next to him. "My name's
Tsukino Usagi, what's yours? No, let me guess... I'm betting you were
appropriately named... 'Lord of Dark' or 'Gaping Fool' or something,
right?"
A weak smile managed to come to the ebony-haired man. "Chiba
Mamoru, actually, Miss Bunny of the Moon."
Usagi grimaced. "Yeah, well, I was right. 'Protector of Earth'.
All macho and strong." A slight giggle caused her acquaintance to smile
brilliantly.
"Here ya go. Two blacks coffees." Motoki placed the two porcelain
cups between them and turned away before he could notice the transfixed
look on both faces.
Mamoru stared at her. Blonde hair... azure eyes... what was so...
memorable about that face? He groaned, visions shocking him. An evil
queen... a beautiful princess... flushed face from a battle...
She might be a feminist, but this was one HOT guy. Usagi couldn't
keep her eyes from staring into his. Blue... such a familiar blue... A
picture flashed through her mind, almost like a memory. Staring into these
beautiful blue eyes, a terrible gash on the forehead, tears falling from
her own eyes onto his face.
"Have we... met before?" she stuttered, bewildered.
Instead of actually replying, he mouthed the word "no" and both
leaned forwards, as if on impulse, their lips almost coming into contact.
"Hey, WHAT IS GOING ON HERE??"
Both blinked, eyes widening, and leaned back, startled,
embarassed, and confused.
"Oh. Nothing." the chorused and blushed.
"Uh huh... Usa, have you met my best friend Chiba Mamoru? He's
your type. All dark and depressing. You know, the creepy kind." Motoki
smiled evily.
"We've already met." she smiled, laughing at her friend.
"How did you two meet?" Mamoru asked suddenly.
"Us? Well, Usagi-chan has a reputably large appetite, and comes
in here almost everyday for hot chocolate or ice cream or something with
teeth deteriorating sugar and unneeded caffeine, so I got used to her.
Isn't she a cuuuuute little bunny?" Gripping the young woman's
face in his hand, he squished her cheeks together. "Owwww ow ow ow ow,
okay, okay, okay, LEGGO!" Motoki screamed.
Usagi released his shoulder from her hold and smiled,
innocently. "Whaatttt?"
Motoki rubbed his shoulder and turned to a snickering Mamoru.
"Watch out. Usagi's got a natural ability for causing physical pain.
And she always..." glancing back towards the girl, he laughed.
"Disappears like that."
Mamoru turned. "Huh?"
~~~~~~
Usagi giggled as she placed her latest treasure on the wall.
She'd been collecting these paintings for so long, she almost forgot
why. Almost.
The unmistakable attraction that had surprised her. All these
canvasses held the same style painting, yet there were numourous
different artists. All the same brush strokes, as if the painters been
led to these images. Like Usagi was led to them. Somehow, she preferred
stealing them to actually buying them.
Anyhow, she loved him. The dashing prince, off to save his
princess. *Damsel in distress.* her mind mocked. Rushing into battle
against the enemy on this bewildering territory that looked like a
fantasy land. But one thing confused her... Where were they if the
Earth in the sky?
Woooo... well, I lied. That was a boring chapter. Okay, so all my
chapters are boring. So sue me.
Ta dahlings.
Sylyne.
PS. RAVEN. DON'T INSULT ME, YOU MEAN SISTER.
Email: silvery_sylyne@hotmail.com
Romantic/Drama/Comedy
Rated PG for very SLIGHT language.
Enter any disclaimer you choose here: __________
Hiiii! I know the last chapter sucked seriously... So, I'll try to put
some more actual movement into this one. I will. I swear.
*Sylyne smiles, nods, and then turns and snickers.
No, seriously. I will.
*Sylyne snickers.
Oh well. Read on, minna.
Chapter Three
Usagi stared up. What was that? Something dark had flashed past
the skylight... Her opponent? He wouldn't have followed her? Would he??
Sitting straight up, her long hair falling over her shoulders into her
lap, the young woman squinted up. And waited. Her eyes darted towards the
beautiful painting hidden in the shadows...
Mamoru gasped for breath. God, she was fabulous. Beauty didn't
even describe it. Just one more glance, and he'd go. Just one more.
Pulling off his mask, he leaned forward and peeked over into the glass,
only to find her standing and staring up at him. Jerking backwards, he ran
and leapt off the building. 'You've gotten your look...' his mind sneered
as he collapsed heavily on a nearby office building.
-'Now you can officially be declared a peeping Tom.'
-'I am NOT some voyeuristic pervert!'
-'Sure you aren't. You weren't just staring through a stranger's
window, into her bedroom.'
-'That doesn't make me a voyeuristic pervert!'
-'Of course not. You were spying through her window, so you're not
voyeuristic, and you were watching her in her bed, so of course you're not
a pervert.'
-'Oh SHUT UP! You weren't complaining at the time!'
Mamoru shook his head, letting the arguing thoughts wander away as
his mind returned to his dazzling view. 'Where have I seen her before?'
'Where have I seen those eyes before?' Usagi wondered. Someone had
been watching her. Someone with gorgeous blue eyes. 'Oh well... leave
planning and plotting and paintings for morning...' Falling back onto her
bed, the young woman drifted off to sleep.
~~~~~~
"I'm telling you, man, you're acting extremely weird today."
Motoki stared at Mamoru, perplexedly.
"Wha? Oh, I'm sorry Motoki-kun, I wasn't listening..." Mamoru's
eyes fell dazedly onto the counter.
"MAMORU! What is wrong with you??? It's like you're doped or
something! You're not doing drugs, are you? You're not..." Motoki's
voice trailed off as his face lit up like a 100 watt light bulb.
"Heyyyyy... You're not in *love*, are you, my most obviously single
friend?" A wicked smile sat on the blonde-haired man's face, awaiting
an answer.
"LOVE? Good Lord, n-..." the defendent's voice lowered as he
thought about the girl. 'I couldn't be in love. Could I?' "No, Motoki,
of course not! I just haven't had my daily dose of caffeine, now feed
me some legal addictive stimulants!"
"Uh huh..."
"NOW, MOTOKI. GET ME SOME DAMN COFFEE."
"Jesus, you don't have to yell," a sweet voice cut in. Mamoru
turned to be shocked out of his mind. His dream girl stood behind him.
"I'm sure Motoki can hear you, he's right there." she remarked, testily.
"I-I-I..." he gaped at her. Long blonde hair, touching her calves,
big blue eyes, wearing a black skirt and tank top, it was her.
"You-you-you what? Motoki, honey, get us a couple of coffees over
here, I think you're friend's going into shock." an eyebrow raised at
Mamoru's open mouth as she hopped onto a stool next to him. "My name's
Tsukino Usagi, what's yours? No, let me guess... I'm betting you were
appropriately named... 'Lord of Dark' or 'Gaping Fool' or something,
right?"
A weak smile managed to come to the ebony-haired man. "Chiba
Mamoru, actually, Miss Bunny of the Moon."
Usagi grimaced. "Yeah, well, I was right. 'Protector of Earth'.
All macho and strong." A slight giggle caused her acquaintance to smile
brilliantly.
"Here ya go. Two blacks coffees." Motoki placed the two porcelain
cups between them and turned away before he could notice the transfixed
look on both faces.
Mamoru stared at her. Blonde hair... azure eyes... what was so...
memorable about that face? He groaned, visions shocking him. An evil
queen... a beautiful princess... flushed face from a battle...
She might be a feminist, but this was one HOT guy. Usagi couldn't
keep her eyes from staring into his. Blue... such a familiar blue... A
picture flashed through her mind, almost like a memory. Staring into these
beautiful blue eyes, a terrible gash on the forehead, tears falling from
her own eyes onto his face.
"Have we... met before?" she stuttered, bewildered.
Instead of actually replying, he mouthed the word "no" and both
leaned forwards, as if on impulse, their lips almost coming into contact.
"Hey, WHAT IS GOING ON HERE??"
Both blinked, eyes widening, and leaned back, startled,
embarassed, and confused.
"Oh. Nothing." the chorused and blushed.
"Uh huh... Usa, have you met my best friend Chiba Mamoru? He's
your type. All dark and depressing. You know, the creepy kind." Motoki
smiled evily.
"We've already met." she smiled, laughing at her friend.
"How did you two meet?" Mamoru asked suddenly.
"Us? Well, Usagi-chan has a reputably large appetite, and comes
in here almost everyday for hot chocolate or ice cream or something with
teeth deteriorating sugar and unneeded caffeine, so I got used to her.
Isn't she a cuuuuute little bunny?" Gripping the young woman's
face in his hand, he squished her cheeks together. "Owwww ow ow ow ow,
okay, okay, okay, LEGGO!" Motoki screamed.
Usagi released his shoulder from her hold and smiled,
innocently. "Whaatttt?"
Motoki rubbed his shoulder and turned to a snickering Mamoru.
"Watch out. Usagi's got a natural ability for causing physical pain.
And she always..." glancing back towards the girl, he laughed.
"Disappears like that."
Mamoru turned. "Huh?"
~~~~~~
Usagi giggled as she placed her latest treasure on the wall.
She'd been collecting these paintings for so long, she almost forgot
why. Almost.
The unmistakable attraction that had surprised her. All these
canvasses held the same style painting, yet there were numourous
different artists. All the same brush strokes, as if the painters been
led to these images. Like Usagi was led to them. Somehow, she preferred
stealing them to actually buying them.
Anyhow, she loved him. The dashing prince, off to save his
princess. *Damsel in distress.* her mind mocked. Rushing into battle
against the enemy on this bewildering territory that looked like a
fantasy land. But one thing confused her... Where were they if the
Earth in the sky?
Woooo... well, I lied. That was a boring chapter. Okay, so all my
chapters are boring. So sue me.
Ta dahlings.
Sylyne.
PS. RAVEN. DON'T INSULT ME, YOU MEAN SISTER.