In the Cover of Darkness
Sylyne D. Anhem
Email: silvery_sylyne@hotmail.com
Romance/Drama/Mystery
Rated: PG-whatever
*From behind a large Heero Yui cut-out, a frightened blonde girl with large,
fearful, brown eyes, peers into her computer screen. Trembling, she clicks
the "submit" button, then dives back behind her cover as several moon wands
are pitched towards her head.*
GOMEN, GOMEN NASAI, GOMEN, GOMEN, GOMEN!!
HERE! TAKE IT! I'LL GO!! *dives back behind Heero and slowly backs out of the
room, dragging the cardboard cut-out with her*
Disclaimer: don't own SM, or Heero, as much as I wish I did.
Chapter Eight
"Who are you really, Chiba Mamoru?"
"Who-? Who am I?" He stared up at her from the floor, flustered and
slightly angry. It wasn't everyday he was knocked out by a beautiful girl,
dragged back to her apartment, where he kissed her and then was promptly
tossed onto the floor to be questioned. "Just who you said! And I'm damned
confused!"
A low growl came from deep in Usagi's throat as she glared down. "You
know what I mean. Every time we see each other, I get these... memories?
flashbacks? and I see this... ballroom... and there's that name... and just
now... when you..." she trailed off, his dizzying gaze getting to her again.
"Kissed. When WE kissed. It takes two. You look so much like her..."
"Like who?"
"Serenity..."
"Who is Serenity?!"
"She's... she's..." his eyes clouded. "I love her. I know I do."
"You... love? her?" Usagi's froze and slowly her eyes became icy, her
entire body tensing in sync. "Oh, you do, do you? How nice. Well, it's been
fun chatting, bye bye now." Grabbing Mamoru's arm, she hefted him up off the
floor and quickly ushered him towards the door.
"Wha? What's wrong with-?" He was cut off as she shoved him violently
into the hallway and slammed the door.
~*~*~*~*~
Groaning, the young woman shook her head and tossed herself tiredly
onto the bed.
"What a f*cking waste of a night." she grumbled. "Missed the
painting. He's in love... what do I care anyhow? I don't care. No. I don't
care." Usagi frowned as she drifted off to sleep, by the light of the red
digits on her clock.
~*~*~*~*~
"Stupid women... flipping out over nothing... never understand...
stupid... had to go and kiss her..." his mind replayed the scene of their
kiss over and over at the thought and it took Mamoru quite a while to get to
sleep that night.
(a.n.: Don't turn my Mamo-chan into a hentai, all you ecchi readers out there!)
~*~*~*~*~
"I swear, Minako-chan. They're made for each other." Motoki's
animated face twitched with deviousity. (a.n.: deviousity? is that a word?
well, guess so now!)
"Oh, totally! Usa-chan just doesn't know what she's missing!"
"But they're so determined not to fall for each other!"
"So stubborn."
A nervous smile appeared on Motoki's face as he watched the blonde
girl take a sip of her tea.
"Minako-chan? Would you... would you go out with me sometime?"
Her eyes widened tremulously. "I thought you'd never ask."
Lighting up, he grinned wider, "Well, I suppose, to make our date
complete, we could invite our dear friends..."
~*~*~*~*~
"So Motoki finally asked you out! That's great, Minako... Uh..huh...
his friend?" Usagi's eyebrows furrowed as her friend's miniature voice
quickly trapped her.
"Yeah, Usagi-chan, so ummm... could you go with us? It's just to
dinner, then a club... His friend hasn't dated anyone in a while and Motoki's
pretty desperate... Plus, he says he'd feel horrible if he went out and left
his friend home!" Minako wheedled her way into Usagi's loyalty factor and
cheered silently as she heard Usagi's sigh of concession.
"So, when is this date?"
~*~*~*~*~
"Her friend?? Why can't you just go out with Minako by herself?"
"Well, apparently she already made plans with her friend, but she
said if her friend could get a date, then everything'd be fine... C'mon,
Mamoru, you seem restless... Use it as a way to take your mind off your
problems..."
"Oh, alright, alright."
Okay, well, I know this is pretty lame, but I have no ideas. NONE. So,
people, someone email me and tell me your ideas... *sigh* writer's block...
Oh, yeah, and please don't review this if you don't like it, I don't take
criticism very well...
So, write me, and I'll see what I can do...
Sylyne.
Sylyne D. Anhem
Email: silvery_sylyne@hotmail.com
Romance/Drama/Mystery
Rated: PG-whatever
*From behind a large Heero Yui cut-out, a frightened blonde girl with large,
fearful, brown eyes, peers into her computer screen. Trembling, she clicks
the "submit" button, then dives back behind her cover as several moon wands
are pitched towards her head.*
GOMEN, GOMEN NASAI, GOMEN, GOMEN, GOMEN!!
HERE! TAKE IT! I'LL GO!! *dives back behind Heero and slowly backs out of the
room, dragging the cardboard cut-out with her*
Disclaimer: don't own SM, or Heero, as much as I wish I did.
Chapter Eight
"Who are you really, Chiba Mamoru?"
"Who-? Who am I?" He stared up at her from the floor, flustered and
slightly angry. It wasn't everyday he was knocked out by a beautiful girl,
dragged back to her apartment, where he kissed her and then was promptly
tossed onto the floor to be questioned. "Just who you said! And I'm damned
confused!"
A low growl came from deep in Usagi's throat as she glared down. "You
know what I mean. Every time we see each other, I get these... memories?
flashbacks? and I see this... ballroom... and there's that name... and just
now... when you..." she trailed off, his dizzying gaze getting to her again.
"Kissed. When WE kissed. It takes two. You look so much like her..."
"Like who?"
"Serenity..."
"Who is Serenity?!"
"She's... she's..." his eyes clouded. "I love her. I know I do."
"You... love? her?" Usagi's froze and slowly her eyes became icy, her
entire body tensing in sync. "Oh, you do, do you? How nice. Well, it's been
fun chatting, bye bye now." Grabbing Mamoru's arm, she hefted him up off the
floor and quickly ushered him towards the door.
"Wha? What's wrong with-?" He was cut off as she shoved him violently
into the hallway and slammed the door.
~*~*~*~*~
Groaning, the young woman shook her head and tossed herself tiredly
onto the bed.
"What a f*cking waste of a night." she grumbled. "Missed the
painting. He's in love... what do I care anyhow? I don't care. No. I don't
care." Usagi frowned as she drifted off to sleep, by the light of the red
digits on her clock.
~*~*~*~*~
"Stupid women... flipping out over nothing... never understand...
stupid... had to go and kiss her..." his mind replayed the scene of their
kiss over and over at the thought and it took Mamoru quite a while to get to
sleep that night.
(a.n.: Don't turn my Mamo-chan into a hentai, all you ecchi readers out there!)
~*~*~*~*~
"I swear, Minako-chan. They're made for each other." Motoki's
animated face twitched with deviousity. (a.n.: deviousity? is that a word?
well, guess so now!)
"Oh, totally! Usa-chan just doesn't know what she's missing!"
"But they're so determined not to fall for each other!"
"So stubborn."
A nervous smile appeared on Motoki's face as he watched the blonde
girl take a sip of her tea.
"Minako-chan? Would you... would you go out with me sometime?"
Her eyes widened tremulously. "I thought you'd never ask."
Lighting up, he grinned wider, "Well, I suppose, to make our date
complete, we could invite our dear friends..."
~*~*~*~*~
"So Motoki finally asked you out! That's great, Minako... Uh..huh...
his friend?" Usagi's eyebrows furrowed as her friend's miniature voice
quickly trapped her.
"Yeah, Usagi-chan, so ummm... could you go with us? It's just to
dinner, then a club... His friend hasn't dated anyone in a while and Motoki's
pretty desperate... Plus, he says he'd feel horrible if he went out and left
his friend home!" Minako wheedled her way into Usagi's loyalty factor and
cheered silently as she heard Usagi's sigh of concession.
"So, when is this date?"
~*~*~*~*~
"Her friend?? Why can't you just go out with Minako by herself?"
"Well, apparently she already made plans with her friend, but she
said if her friend could get a date, then everything'd be fine... C'mon,
Mamoru, you seem restless... Use it as a way to take your mind off your
problems..."
"Oh, alright, alright."
Okay, well, I know this is pretty lame, but I have no ideas. NONE. So,
people, someone email me and tell me your ideas... *sigh* writer's block...
Oh, yeah, and please don't review this if you don't like it, I don't take
criticism very well...
So, write me, and I'll see what I can do...
Sylyne.