In the Cover of Darkness
Sylyne D. Anhem
Email: silvery_sylyne@hotmail.com
Romantic/Drama/Comedy
Rated: PG-13?
AUGHHHHH... Please, please, please forgive me. Sorry, I just couldn't find
the time to actually sit down at the computer and type.
*Sylyne bows Japanese-style and begs for forgiveness.
I swear I didn't mean to leave it so long, but umm... a certain commenter
emailed me and ordered me to continue and I promised to have another part
out by Wednesday, soooo... here I am.
Forgive me.
Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah, I forgot it last time, I know. Sailor Moon and its
characters do not belong to me, they belong to someone far richer, and
rightly so. Naoko Takeuchi? Is that it? I can never remember how to spell
it, but hey, it belongs to her, that's enough.
Chapter Five
"Mannnn... why do we always meet like this? Are you freaking psychic
or what?? Do you follow me around? 'Cause I am getting seriously creeped
out! Everytime I try to pull somethin' off, there you are, waiting on the
rooftop! It's a damn curse!"
Two persons dressed identically in black glared at each other at
early morning on the top of one of Tokyo's most prominent museums.
"WHAT? I don't even know who you are, all I know is you are the
biggest pain in the ass I have ever come in contact with in my life!"
Mamoru snarled. (a.n. Mamoru the oh-so-fabulously-drop-dead-gorgeous. Just
had to add that. ;))
"Ne?? ME? I got here first! I stole it first! It's mine! By Right of
Thieves, it's MINE!"
"Well, I'm stealing it from you," Mamoru yanked the black satchel
from his opponent, "and making it mine!"
"ARRGH." Fury boiling behind her eyes, the female facing him dropped
on her hands, and, with a quick move resembling break-dancing, her legs
spun out from behind her, spinning beneath his own, and slamming him to the
rough gravel roof.
Gasping for breath, Mamoru clutched the portrait almost desperately.
This one was important. She couldn't have it. This one wasn't just the
Prince, or Castle, or Queen. This one was his Princess. His furious
competitor stood above him, eyeing the black pouch. Swiftly moving his
legs, he shoved her off her feet, allowing her to collapse upon him and the
painting.
~~~~~~
Nose-to-nose, eye-to-eye, Usagi could feel his breath against her
own, as she struggled to remove his hands from the thick black straps of
the leather bag.
"Let... go!" she growled. Her eyes fixed on his own and she was
startled to see a familiarity about them. A deepness she had seen long
ago...
A mischievous smile.
Swirling dresses, dancers, royalty, all moving gracefully in an
enormous silver ballroom.
A longing sigh, seemingly coming from her, as the Earth was centered
in her view.
Fire.
Pain.
And missing someone so much she wanted to die.
The same longing sigh of the strange memories escaped her lips as his
pressed against her own.
~~~~~~~
Silver.
Love.
Happiness.
Pure joy, radiating from one person. A joy he felt every second he
was near her.
A tall woman in green with earthy brown hair nodding, delightedly, to
a silvery-haired woman in white and gold - the Queens.
A woman with fiery red hair and a deeply cut black dress, cackling
maniacally.
Mamoru's eyes closed dreamily as he was caught up in a passionate
kiss. His princess... His mind swam, confusedly as sharp rocks drove into
his back... Princess... no... why would she... Seconds later, his eyes
snapped open again and he inspected his assailant. It was the thief.
Squinting his eyes, he tried to rearrange his muddled thoughts. Who was
this? She felt like the Princess he remembered and loved so desperately,
but...
~~~~~~
Usagi sensed his confusion and let her head clear. She was apparently
not half as mystified as he, completely aware that she was kissing a
strange man who was potentially dangerous on the top of a museum at 2 AM.
But right now, she didn't care. Who was it in her mind, her past, her
memories, someone she loved? longed for? Someone who resembled - or was -
this man...
Suddenly she realized she was not only lying on him, she was also
pressed upon the painting... Her painting! Carefully sliding the thick
knapsack from beneath her, onto the roof, she deepened the kiss, deepening
his disorientation. Reaching a hand up to run it through his dark ebony
hair, she took full advantage of his puzzlement and yanked away.
And she couldn't move. The blue eyes that had trapped her were now
shimmering with tears. One streaked down a tanned cheek. Usagi felt her
throat constrict as tears threatened her own eyes. She felt it - his pain,
sorrow, fear, and despairing... A sob rose from her throat and she allowed
her head to drop once more as she carefully kissed away the tear as her own
fell steadily. Usagi finally heard a word escape his obviously tired body.
"Serenity..."
Wow... Well, even if you don't like it, I particularly like this chapter.
Sorry for the sappiness, but I love his pain and stuff for the princess he
can't remember... awwww.... how cuuuuuute.... He's a big tough sappy man.
;)
Aishiteru, my darling Mamoru.
WHAT??? I AM NOT PATHETIC FOR LOVING A CARTOON! HE'S NOT A CARTOON! AND YOU
CAN'T HAVE HIM! YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS! YEAH, DAMN STRAIGHT YOU ARE!
Besides. I'm a feminist. And rightfully so. How many guys can you find
quite as perfect as my sweet Mamo-chan? NONE!
Yeah, so what if I'm going out with someone? He's not perfect. In the
slightest. But don't tell, somehow I don't think he'd be able to understand
his girlfriend's in love with a cartoon and not him. So sue me.
Sorry minna. Sometimes my rarely-seen wacky side take over.
Ta dahlings.
Sylyne The Insane.
Email: silvery_sylyne@hotmail.com
Sylyne D. Anhem
Email: silvery_sylyne@hotmail.com
Romantic/Drama/Comedy
Rated: PG-13?
AUGHHHHH... Please, please, please forgive me. Sorry, I just couldn't find
the time to actually sit down at the computer and type.
*Sylyne bows Japanese-style and begs for forgiveness.
I swear I didn't mean to leave it so long, but umm... a certain commenter
emailed me and ordered me to continue and I promised to have another part
out by Wednesday, soooo... here I am.
Forgive me.
Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah, I forgot it last time, I know. Sailor Moon and its
characters do not belong to me, they belong to someone far richer, and
rightly so. Naoko Takeuchi? Is that it? I can never remember how to spell
it, but hey, it belongs to her, that's enough.
Chapter Five
"Mannnn... why do we always meet like this? Are you freaking psychic
or what?? Do you follow me around? 'Cause I am getting seriously creeped
out! Everytime I try to pull somethin' off, there you are, waiting on the
rooftop! It's a damn curse!"
Two persons dressed identically in black glared at each other at
early morning on the top of one of Tokyo's most prominent museums.
"WHAT? I don't even know who you are, all I know is you are the
biggest pain in the ass I have ever come in contact with in my life!"
Mamoru snarled. (a.n. Mamoru the oh-so-fabulously-drop-dead-gorgeous. Just
had to add that. ;))
"Ne?? ME? I got here first! I stole it first! It's mine! By Right of
Thieves, it's MINE!"
"Well, I'm stealing it from you," Mamoru yanked the black satchel
from his opponent, "and making it mine!"
"ARRGH." Fury boiling behind her eyes, the female facing him dropped
on her hands, and, with a quick move resembling break-dancing, her legs
spun out from behind her, spinning beneath his own, and slamming him to the
rough gravel roof.
Gasping for breath, Mamoru clutched the portrait almost desperately.
This one was important. She couldn't have it. This one wasn't just the
Prince, or Castle, or Queen. This one was his Princess. His furious
competitor stood above him, eyeing the black pouch. Swiftly moving his
legs, he shoved her off her feet, allowing her to collapse upon him and the
painting.
~~~~~~
Nose-to-nose, eye-to-eye, Usagi could feel his breath against her
own, as she struggled to remove his hands from the thick black straps of
the leather bag.
"Let... go!" she growled. Her eyes fixed on his own and she was
startled to see a familiarity about them. A deepness she had seen long
ago...
A mischievous smile.
Swirling dresses, dancers, royalty, all moving gracefully in an
enormous silver ballroom.
A longing sigh, seemingly coming from her, as the Earth was centered
in her view.
Fire.
Pain.
And missing someone so much she wanted to die.
The same longing sigh of the strange memories escaped her lips as his
pressed against her own.
~~~~~~~
Silver.
Love.
Happiness.
Pure joy, radiating from one person. A joy he felt every second he
was near her.
A tall woman in green with earthy brown hair nodding, delightedly, to
a silvery-haired woman in white and gold - the Queens.
A woman with fiery red hair and a deeply cut black dress, cackling
maniacally.
Mamoru's eyes closed dreamily as he was caught up in a passionate
kiss. His princess... His mind swam, confusedly as sharp rocks drove into
his back... Princess... no... why would she... Seconds later, his eyes
snapped open again and he inspected his assailant. It was the thief.
Squinting his eyes, he tried to rearrange his muddled thoughts. Who was
this? She felt like the Princess he remembered and loved so desperately,
but...
~~~~~~
Usagi sensed his confusion and let her head clear. She was apparently
not half as mystified as he, completely aware that she was kissing a
strange man who was potentially dangerous on the top of a museum at 2 AM.
But right now, she didn't care. Who was it in her mind, her past, her
memories, someone she loved? longed for? Someone who resembled - or was -
this man...
Suddenly she realized she was not only lying on him, she was also
pressed upon the painting... Her painting! Carefully sliding the thick
knapsack from beneath her, onto the roof, she deepened the kiss, deepening
his disorientation. Reaching a hand up to run it through his dark ebony
hair, she took full advantage of his puzzlement and yanked away.
And she couldn't move. The blue eyes that had trapped her were now
shimmering with tears. One streaked down a tanned cheek. Usagi felt her
throat constrict as tears threatened her own eyes. She felt it - his pain,
sorrow, fear, and despairing... A sob rose from her throat and she allowed
her head to drop once more as she carefully kissed away the tear as her own
fell steadily. Usagi finally heard a word escape his obviously tired body.
"Serenity..."
Wow... Well, even if you don't like it, I particularly like this chapter.
Sorry for the sappiness, but I love his pain and stuff for the princess he
can't remember... awwww.... how cuuuuuute.... He's a big tough sappy man.
;)
Aishiteru, my darling Mamoru.
WHAT??? I AM NOT PATHETIC FOR LOVING A CARTOON! HE'S NOT A CARTOON! AND YOU
CAN'T HAVE HIM! YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS! YEAH, DAMN STRAIGHT YOU ARE!
Besides. I'm a feminist. And rightfully so. How many guys can you find
quite as perfect as my sweet Mamo-chan? NONE!
Yeah, so what if I'm going out with someone? He's not perfect. In the
slightest. But don't tell, somehow I don't think he'd be able to understand
his girlfriend's in love with a cartoon and not him. So sue me.
Sorry minna. Sometimes my rarely-seen wacky side take over.
Ta dahlings.
Sylyne The Insane.
Email: silvery_sylyne@hotmail.com