In The Cover of Darkness
Sylyne D. Anhem
Email: silvery_sylyne@hotmail.com
Romantic/Drama/Comedy
Rated: PG-whatever
Oh well. Let's set the disclaimer now. Don't own Sailor Moon and stuff.
Belongs to DiC, Naoko Takeuchi, and someone who doesn't need the money. Any
paintings mentioned probably don't belong to me and poems/songs will be given
due credit.
Wow. You people will never believe how hard it has been for me to write this
chapter. I have officially run out of ideas. I've been distracted by that
dumb male who I am now "friends" with and my best friend's ex-boyfriend who I
plan to destroy. Hmm... good idea... Oh well... Pokemon's distracting me, so
this'll be slow comin along.
BY THE WAY!! Thanks to Silver Sailor Moon, who gave me the main idea for this
fic! Without her, anyone readin this would probably be waitin two or three
more months... ;)
Chapter Six
"Serenity?" he gasped out.
Usagi blinked. "No." Pushing him against the roof, she launched
herself onto her feet.
"But... but you must be. You HAVE to be Serenity."
"I'm NOT." stepping backwards she closed her eyes, tearing away from
his tearful gaze. With one swift glance back at him, she spun and ran, diving
off the roof.
"Serenity!!!"
~~~~~~~
"Jeez, Mamoru-kun. You look like shit."
"Thank you Motoki. I needed to know that." a ragged Mamoru sneered,
cynically.
"He's right, Chiba-san. You DO look like shit."
Spinning on the chair, Mamoru's face lit up. Usagi stood before him,
wearing a blood red skirt and long-sleeved black top. Her long hair was
french braided, and beside her stood a girl looking remarkably similar.
As usual, Mamoru took up his habit of gaping at Usagi, who promptly
rolled her eyes.
"Minako-chan!" Motoki flushed and smiled at the other blonde girl.
"How are you?"
A pretty woman with golden hair and azure eyes like Usagi's stood
next to the former, wearing a gold leather skirt and red blouse. Mamoru
looked confused as "Minako" chattered away to an ecstatic Motoki.
"Aino Minako, Chiba-san. She's my best friend, and I've been trying
to set her up with Motoki for months. He's totally gone for her, but
Minako-chan is just a bit stubborn..." Usagi breathed into his ear, leaning
over his shoulder and watching her two friends talk.
Every muscle in Mamoru's upper body tensed.
"You really do look like shit, you know. Like you haven't slept in
weeks." she said, as an afterthought.
"I haven't." he sighed, thinking about the past nights, turning,
restlessly in his bed.
"Way to go, moron."
"Usagi-chan. Why don't we sit down in a booth, and actually order a
meal, instead of just eating ice cream?" Minako's high voice giggled.
"What, exactly, is wrong with ice cream, Minako-chan?" Usagi asked
slowly.
"Nothing, but... maybe we should sit down." her friend grinned
through clenched teeth.
"But Minako-chan, I don't see wh-- ow! Ow, ow, ow, ok, ok, ok!"
"Mamoru-kun, why don't you go sit down with them and I'll see you in
a minute." Motoki suggested.
"Uh huh..." Mamoru followed the two blondes, dazedly.
"So, did you see the papers?" Motoki asked as he sat down.
"No. What?" Usagi and Mamoru answered sharply, and simultaneously.
"Apparently, there's been this big string of robberies in like, most
every museum in town. Almost half a dozen paintings by all kinds of artists
have been stolen, and there's been barely any sign of a thief." Minako
bubbled, cheerily.
"I wonder who she is..." Mamoru murmured, more to himself than
anything.
"How do you know it's a she? It could be a he, for all you know!"
Usagi snapped.
"Calm down, Usa! For all we know, it could be dear old Mamoru over
here." Motoki snickered.
Minako laughed, "Yeah right. There's probably the same chance of that
happening as there is Usagi-chan being the thief," as she winked at her pal.
Both of the named parties flushed.
"Minako, didn't you want to go shopping?"
"Motoki, shouldn't you get back to work?"
Usagi's cheeks reddened tremendously and the dark-haired man sitting
next to her suddenly went into a fit of coughing.
Their friends giggled, hysterically, until a fuming Usagi glared
stonily directly at both.
"Usagi... Usagi-chan... No! No. Stop it! Motoki-chan, make her stop!"
Minako whimpered, hiding behind him.
"ME? She's scaring the hell out of me too! Usa! Qui-quit it!" the
moaning man blurted out.
Blue eyes flashed dangerously. "What were you saying about thieves?"
"N-nothing, Usa!" Motoki whined.
"That's what I thought. Minako-chan, it's time to go. Chiba-san...
you still look like shit."
"Thank you, Tsukino-san."
"Usagi."
"Thank you, Usagi-san."
~~~~~~~
"MINAKO!! What were you thinking?? Of course I'm the thief! You're my
freaking dealer!"
"Calm your hormones. It was just a joke!"
"Well, what if he-they believed you?"
"'He'? Usagi-chan, you... you like him? Mamoru-san??"
"What? No."
"You do... You do, don't you?" a wicked smile spread across Minako's
face.
"NO."
"Ooooooh... this is sooooo cool!"
"Minako!"
~~~~~~~
"Stupid Minako. Had to open her stupid mouth. Stupid Mamoru with his
stupid drop dead gorgeousness..." (a.n. sigh, how can she resist my most
darling Mamo-chan?)
Usagi yanked on a black turtleneck and stormed out of her apartment.
Jumping into her car, she sped down the road. Parking a few blocks away from
the museum, she screeched to a halt. Striding down the street, she was
shocked as a man lurched out of an alleyway toward her.
"Hey baby... 'ow you doin'?" He reeked of alcohol and he swaggered
desperately, his hands reaching towards her.
"Don't even think about it." she stated coldly.
"Don' worry abou' nothin', baby. Mark ain' gonna hurt ya. 'Ow 'bout
me n' you go somewheres t'gether?"
"How about you go crawl back to whatever pile of shit you came from?"
"F*ckin' bi*ch." (a.n. as long as the whole word ain't there, what
can ya do?) he sneered. "Maybe we're jus' gonna hafta go somewhere
t'gether??"
Usagi hauled off and slugged "Mark" in the face, leaving him doubled
over, gasping for air on the sidewalk, falling into an alley. The young woman
continued towards the place of conquest, when she felt a hand on her
shoulder.
"Maybe I didn't make myself clear! Get the f*ck away from me!"
Grabbing the hand, she tossed her attacker over her shoulder, letting him
slam into a brick wall.
And gasped, horrified.
Her "attacker" was a man completely dressed in black, with stunning
blue eyes, glazed over with pain.
"Oh damn."
About time I got this out, huh? Fantastic thanks to the fabulous Sailor
Silver Moon, everyone read her fics, if you can find them (I can't!), but
hey, I loves ya anyway!
Ta dahlings!
Sylyne.
Email: silvery_sylyne@hotmail.com
Sylyne D. Anhem
Email: silvery_sylyne@hotmail.com
Romantic/Drama/Comedy
Rated: PG-whatever
Oh well. Let's set the disclaimer now. Don't own Sailor Moon and stuff.
Belongs to DiC, Naoko Takeuchi, and someone who doesn't need the money. Any
paintings mentioned probably don't belong to me and poems/songs will be given
due credit.
Wow. You people will never believe how hard it has been for me to write this
chapter. I have officially run out of ideas. I've been distracted by that
dumb male who I am now "friends" with and my best friend's ex-boyfriend who I
plan to destroy. Hmm... good idea... Oh well... Pokemon's distracting me, so
this'll be slow comin along.
BY THE WAY!! Thanks to Silver Sailor Moon, who gave me the main idea for this
fic! Without her, anyone readin this would probably be waitin two or three
more months... ;)
Chapter Six
"Serenity?" he gasped out.
Usagi blinked. "No." Pushing him against the roof, she launched
herself onto her feet.
"But... but you must be. You HAVE to be Serenity."
"I'm NOT." stepping backwards she closed her eyes, tearing away from
his tearful gaze. With one swift glance back at him, she spun and ran, diving
off the roof.
"Serenity!!!"
~~~~~~~
"Jeez, Mamoru-kun. You look like shit."
"Thank you Motoki. I needed to know that." a ragged Mamoru sneered,
cynically.
"He's right, Chiba-san. You DO look like shit."
Spinning on the chair, Mamoru's face lit up. Usagi stood before him,
wearing a blood red skirt and long-sleeved black top. Her long hair was
french braided, and beside her stood a girl looking remarkably similar.
As usual, Mamoru took up his habit of gaping at Usagi, who promptly
rolled her eyes.
"Minako-chan!" Motoki flushed and smiled at the other blonde girl.
"How are you?"
A pretty woman with golden hair and azure eyes like Usagi's stood
next to the former, wearing a gold leather skirt and red blouse. Mamoru
looked confused as "Minako" chattered away to an ecstatic Motoki.
"Aino Minako, Chiba-san. She's my best friend, and I've been trying
to set her up with Motoki for months. He's totally gone for her, but
Minako-chan is just a bit stubborn..." Usagi breathed into his ear, leaning
over his shoulder and watching her two friends talk.
Every muscle in Mamoru's upper body tensed.
"You really do look like shit, you know. Like you haven't slept in
weeks." she said, as an afterthought.
"I haven't." he sighed, thinking about the past nights, turning,
restlessly in his bed.
"Way to go, moron."
"Usagi-chan. Why don't we sit down in a booth, and actually order a
meal, instead of just eating ice cream?" Minako's high voice giggled.
"What, exactly, is wrong with ice cream, Minako-chan?" Usagi asked
slowly.
"Nothing, but... maybe we should sit down." her friend grinned
through clenched teeth.
"But Minako-chan, I don't see wh-- ow! Ow, ow, ow, ok, ok, ok!"
"Mamoru-kun, why don't you go sit down with them and I'll see you in
a minute." Motoki suggested.
"Uh huh..." Mamoru followed the two blondes, dazedly.
"So, did you see the papers?" Motoki asked as he sat down.
"No. What?" Usagi and Mamoru answered sharply, and simultaneously.
"Apparently, there's been this big string of robberies in like, most
every museum in town. Almost half a dozen paintings by all kinds of artists
have been stolen, and there's been barely any sign of a thief." Minako
bubbled, cheerily.
"I wonder who she is..." Mamoru murmured, more to himself than
anything.
"How do you know it's a she? It could be a he, for all you know!"
Usagi snapped.
"Calm down, Usa! For all we know, it could be dear old Mamoru over
here." Motoki snickered.
Minako laughed, "Yeah right. There's probably the same chance of that
happening as there is Usagi-chan being the thief," as she winked at her pal.
Both of the named parties flushed.
"Minako, didn't you want to go shopping?"
"Motoki, shouldn't you get back to work?"
Usagi's cheeks reddened tremendously and the dark-haired man sitting
next to her suddenly went into a fit of coughing.
Their friends giggled, hysterically, until a fuming Usagi glared
stonily directly at both.
"Usagi... Usagi-chan... No! No. Stop it! Motoki-chan, make her stop!"
Minako whimpered, hiding behind him.
"ME? She's scaring the hell out of me too! Usa! Qui-quit it!" the
moaning man blurted out.
Blue eyes flashed dangerously. "What were you saying about thieves?"
"N-nothing, Usa!" Motoki whined.
"That's what I thought. Minako-chan, it's time to go. Chiba-san...
you still look like shit."
"Thank you, Tsukino-san."
"Usagi."
"Thank you, Usagi-san."
~~~~~~~
"MINAKO!! What were you thinking?? Of course I'm the thief! You're my
freaking dealer!"
"Calm your hormones. It was just a joke!"
"Well, what if he-they believed you?"
"'He'? Usagi-chan, you... you like him? Mamoru-san??"
"What? No."
"You do... You do, don't you?" a wicked smile spread across Minako's
face.
"NO."
"Ooooooh... this is sooooo cool!"
"Minako!"
~~~~~~~
"Stupid Minako. Had to open her stupid mouth. Stupid Mamoru with his
stupid drop dead gorgeousness..." (a.n. sigh, how can she resist my most
darling Mamo-chan?)
Usagi yanked on a black turtleneck and stormed out of her apartment.
Jumping into her car, she sped down the road. Parking a few blocks away from
the museum, she screeched to a halt. Striding down the street, she was
shocked as a man lurched out of an alleyway toward her.
"Hey baby... 'ow you doin'?" He reeked of alcohol and he swaggered
desperately, his hands reaching towards her.
"Don't even think about it." she stated coldly.
"Don' worry abou' nothin', baby. Mark ain' gonna hurt ya. 'Ow 'bout
me n' you go somewheres t'gether?"
"How about you go crawl back to whatever pile of shit you came from?"
"F*ckin' bi*ch." (a.n. as long as the whole word ain't there, what
can ya do?) he sneered. "Maybe we're jus' gonna hafta go somewhere
t'gether??"
Usagi hauled off and slugged "Mark" in the face, leaving him doubled
over, gasping for air on the sidewalk, falling into an alley. The young woman
continued towards the place of conquest, when she felt a hand on her
shoulder.
"Maybe I didn't make myself clear! Get the f*ck away from me!"
Grabbing the hand, she tossed her attacker over her shoulder, letting him
slam into a brick wall.
And gasped, horrified.
Her "attacker" was a man completely dressed in black, with stunning
blue eyes, glazed over with pain.
"Oh damn."
About time I got this out, huh? Fantastic thanks to the fabulous Sailor
Silver Moon, everyone read her fics, if you can find them (I can't!), but
hey, I loves ya anyway!
Ta dahlings!
Sylyne.
Email: silvery_sylyne@hotmail.com