Identity Crisis
Chapter Six: Dreaming of a Thousand Rose Petals
By Minako-chan
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Disclaimer: Don't own Sailor Moon. *weeps* I
don't have my own Mamo-chan...wahhh....=(
A.N.: Another one! Aren't you all lucky^_~
Just kidding! Anyways...this is probably the
most mushiest part so far for this fic! Hope
you'd like it! E-mail is good.
cupid_teacup@hotmail.com
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"Usagi, what's wrong?" Luna hopped onto the bed
as Usagi fluffed the pillow, about to hop in. It's
much too early for bed, Luna thought, way before
Usagi's usual bed time.
"Nothing, Luna, just need a little rest. Now if
you will excuse me..." Usagi replied as she waited
for Luna to move away from the bed, "I'll call it
a night. Good night, Luna."
Luna hopped onto Usagi's nightstand and blocked the
switch to the lamp from Usagi as Usagi reached to
turn it off.
"Luna, not funny. Move so I can turn it off. I need
some sleep." She glared at her guardian.
"Usagi, you haven't spoken much since you got back
from the arcade. Your red eyes and nose didn't go by
unnoticed either. Your family is concerned and so am
I. I'm sure the girls would be too if they took a
look at you right now. What happened today, Usagi?"
Luna asked in a motherly tone.
"Luna, do you remember our conversation from a while
back?"
Luna paused, then nodded, though not understanding
where this was all heading.
"Is it wrong to love someone, Luna?"
Luna shook her head immediately.
"Is it wrong to love two people?"
Luna hesitated, but shook her head again.
"At the same time, Luna."
Luna stopped shaking her head and watched Usagi with
wide eyes, suddenly remembering the whole conversation.
"Exactly...and if both men happen to share the same
feelings, and one of them actually wants you to choose
between them, what would you do? What would you say?"
Usagi's eyes filled up with tears as she tried to blink
them away.
"Tuxedo Kamen is making you choose?" Luna gasped. She
never knew Usagi and him were so close, and that he
would return her, or rather, Sailor Moon's, love.
Usagi shook her head.
"Then who would---"
"Luna, not right now. I guess I'm not as ready to talk
about this as I thought." Usagi sobbed, tossing in her
bed.
"I'm sorry, Usagi. I know how hard this must be for you.
I never knew that you'd---"
"Please, Luna. I'd like to be alone tonight. Maybe I can
think this through when I get some rest. I just hope
there won't be any youmas, for once."
Luna nodded and left the room, worried about her friend
and the leader of the senshi.
"Then I won't have to see Tuxedo Kamen tonight. It would
just be too much." Usagi added quietly as the door close.
As she was about to turn off the lamp, she looked out
and saw the full moon. It was a nice night. Getting
off the bed, Usagi sat by her windowsill for a while.
She was the envy of all girls in Tokyo, Usagi knew. She
had dreamed of this very moment, to be the love interest
of possibly the two most dashing men in the city. But
reality was not as sweet as her imagination. She had never
thought about choosing between them. Because by choosing
one, she'd break two hearts - his and her own.
She opened the window to allow the chilly autumn breeze
to blow in her hair. Closing her eyes, she hoped the
breeze would blow some sense into her, to take away the
horrible confusion that she was feeling.
Outside, a dark figure stood, watching her silouhette
through the curtains. How serene she seems, he thought,
sitting so perfectly still by the window.
A moment later, Usagi wearily dragged herself back into
bed, praying for a peaceful night and a sign to tell her
what to do.
He waited in the night. The light in her room was turned
off. The streets grew silent, thought it was still not
too late. Not to him, at least, being a night person.
11:36pm, he checked his watch in the dark. When the
lights to the rest of the house went off, he slowly made
his way across the lawn.
He didn't transform as Tuxedo Kamen. Not the right moment,
he thought to himself. And if he did, she might be able
to sense his presence.
Slowly and surely, Mamoru made his way silently up the
wall to Usagi's window. Thankful that she had left her
window opened and for the sound of rustling leaves from
outside, he climbed into her room almost with no difficulty.
Kneeling by her side, Mamoru was mesmerized by her
innocence and beauty. Awestruck, he hesitantly brushed
some bangs away from her face and tucked some loose
strands behind her ear. She stirred and continued to
sleep, breathing heavily.
He noticed the tear stains on her cheeks. Carefully, he
placed a light kiss on her right cheek, since she was
sleeping on her left side, facing the window.
Placing a hand into the inside pocket of his coat, Mamoru
held onto a perfect, thornless red rose. He closed his
eyes and concentrated. He had never done what he was about
to do, but with enough willpower he hoped it would turn out
well.
He could hear her breathing rhythmically, pulling the
blanket over her shoulder as a stronger wind blew outside.
He continued to hold onto the rose in his pocket and
focused, keeping his eyes closed.
An even stronger wind blew outside, and suddenly, rose
petals were carried from the wind into the room, covering
everything in sight, bathing Usagi's bed in red rose petals.
The strong wind and scent of roses woke Usagi up. Blinking
a few times, her eyes adjusted to the darkness and it took
her a moment to realize her room was covered with rose
petals. With wide eyes and jaw agape, Usagi sat up and
brought the blanket to her mouth, unsure of whether to
squeal in delight or to pinch herself to wake up from this
wonderful dream.
Just then, a lone figure came out of the shadows.
Usagi's pulse quickened as her breath caught in her throat,
but she made no move. Mamoru strolled slowly to her bed
once again, with his hand still holding onto that perfect
rose. As he reached the bed, he bent his head down to meet
hers. No words needed to be spoken as Mamoru caught her
lips with his own, and Usagi closed her eyes willingly to
savour the touch. Tears gathered at the corners of her
eyes, and she knew that if she opened her eyes at that
moment, the tears would pour. And if she opened her eyes,
she would wake up from this dream to an empty, dark room.
She brought her hands to his cheeks, never once opening her
eyes, and kissed him with equal passion and love. Mamoru
smiled through his kiss. With his hand still on the rose,
he concentrated again, this time doing something he had
done hundreds of times. Never letting his lips leave hers,
a bright light appeared, he opened his eyes and saw his
gloved hands cradling Usagi's cheeks.
The bright light brought Usagi to open her eyes instinctively.
What she saw was truly not what she expected.
Tuxedo Kamen smiled at her through his eyes, as her own
widened in surprise. In her hands she held the face of
Tuxedo Kamen, not Chiba Mamoru. The shock pulled Usagi
away from the kiss.
Holding a single red rose, Tuxedo Kamen offered it to her
and she hesitantly accepted it with trembling fingers. Once
more, he kissed her, much gentler this time, and she
closed her eyes.
He knew how confused she was. But certainly, he thought,
this might tell her that her decision was not as difficult
to make as she thought. Pushing her back into bed, Tuxedo
Kamen pressed his fingers lightly on her eyelids and wiped
the teardrops away. He then planted a gentle kiss on each
eyelid and watched her lovingly as she fell back to sleep.
Closing his eyes again, he concentrated as the wind
carried the rose petals out the window. The perfect
red rose he gave her faded into thin air as well. With one
last glance at her sleeping form, Tuxedo Kamen leapt out
the window, retreating to the comfort of his own bed,
this time certain that he would be having sweet dreams.
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Stay Tuned for Chapter 7: A Dream is Still Just a Dream
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A.N. YAY! ANOTHER one done! *wipes sweat from brow* That was
hard work, I tell ya^_~ I hope you've liked reading this part!
Personally...don't laugh please...I actually DREAMED of this
scene! NOT KIDDING! I did! And it's rare because I NEVER
remember dreams. So I wrote it down right away! I know it's
cheesy, but I thought it was the most romantic thing! Maybe
you just had to see my dream...*drools at the thought of
rose petals and Tuxedo Kamen* *coughs* Ahem. anyways,
e-mail would be nice^_^ cupid_teacup@hotmail.com
Anyways, thanks to everyone who's mailed me and kept me
going! You know who you are^_~
Chapter Six: Dreaming of a Thousand Rose Petals
By Minako-chan
------------------------------------------------------------
Disclaimer: Don't own Sailor Moon. *weeps* I
don't have my own Mamo-chan...wahhh....=(
A.N.: Another one! Aren't you all lucky^_~
Just kidding! Anyways...this is probably the
most mushiest part so far for this fic! Hope
you'd like it! E-mail is good.
cupid_teacup@hotmail.com
-------------------------------------------------------------
"Usagi, what's wrong?" Luna hopped onto the bed
as Usagi fluffed the pillow, about to hop in. It's
much too early for bed, Luna thought, way before
Usagi's usual bed time.
"Nothing, Luna, just need a little rest. Now if
you will excuse me..." Usagi replied as she waited
for Luna to move away from the bed, "I'll call it
a night. Good night, Luna."
Luna hopped onto Usagi's nightstand and blocked the
switch to the lamp from Usagi as Usagi reached to
turn it off.
"Luna, not funny. Move so I can turn it off. I need
some sleep." She glared at her guardian.
"Usagi, you haven't spoken much since you got back
from the arcade. Your red eyes and nose didn't go by
unnoticed either. Your family is concerned and so am
I. I'm sure the girls would be too if they took a
look at you right now. What happened today, Usagi?"
Luna asked in a motherly tone.
"Luna, do you remember our conversation from a while
back?"
Luna paused, then nodded, though not understanding
where this was all heading.
"Is it wrong to love someone, Luna?"
Luna shook her head immediately.
"Is it wrong to love two people?"
Luna hesitated, but shook her head again.
"At the same time, Luna."
Luna stopped shaking her head and watched Usagi with
wide eyes, suddenly remembering the whole conversation.
"Exactly...and if both men happen to share the same
feelings, and one of them actually wants you to choose
between them, what would you do? What would you say?"
Usagi's eyes filled up with tears as she tried to blink
them away.
"Tuxedo Kamen is making you choose?" Luna gasped. She
never knew Usagi and him were so close, and that he
would return her, or rather, Sailor Moon's, love.
Usagi shook her head.
"Then who would---"
"Luna, not right now. I guess I'm not as ready to talk
about this as I thought." Usagi sobbed, tossing in her
bed.
"I'm sorry, Usagi. I know how hard this must be for you.
I never knew that you'd---"
"Please, Luna. I'd like to be alone tonight. Maybe I can
think this through when I get some rest. I just hope
there won't be any youmas, for once."
Luna nodded and left the room, worried about her friend
and the leader of the senshi.
"Then I won't have to see Tuxedo Kamen tonight. It would
just be too much." Usagi added quietly as the door close.
As she was about to turn off the lamp, she looked out
and saw the full moon. It was a nice night. Getting
off the bed, Usagi sat by her windowsill for a while.
She was the envy of all girls in Tokyo, Usagi knew. She
had dreamed of this very moment, to be the love interest
of possibly the two most dashing men in the city. But
reality was not as sweet as her imagination. She had never
thought about choosing between them. Because by choosing
one, she'd break two hearts - his and her own.
She opened the window to allow the chilly autumn breeze
to blow in her hair. Closing her eyes, she hoped the
breeze would blow some sense into her, to take away the
horrible confusion that she was feeling.
Outside, a dark figure stood, watching her silouhette
through the curtains. How serene she seems, he thought,
sitting so perfectly still by the window.
A moment later, Usagi wearily dragged herself back into
bed, praying for a peaceful night and a sign to tell her
what to do.
He waited in the night. The light in her room was turned
off. The streets grew silent, thought it was still not
too late. Not to him, at least, being a night person.
11:36pm, he checked his watch in the dark. When the
lights to the rest of the house went off, he slowly made
his way across the lawn.
He didn't transform as Tuxedo Kamen. Not the right moment,
he thought to himself. And if he did, she might be able
to sense his presence.
Slowly and surely, Mamoru made his way silently up the
wall to Usagi's window. Thankful that she had left her
window opened and for the sound of rustling leaves from
outside, he climbed into her room almost with no difficulty.
Kneeling by her side, Mamoru was mesmerized by her
innocence and beauty. Awestruck, he hesitantly brushed
some bangs away from her face and tucked some loose
strands behind her ear. She stirred and continued to
sleep, breathing heavily.
He noticed the tear stains on her cheeks. Carefully, he
placed a light kiss on her right cheek, since she was
sleeping on her left side, facing the window.
Placing a hand into the inside pocket of his coat, Mamoru
held onto a perfect, thornless red rose. He closed his
eyes and concentrated. He had never done what he was about
to do, but with enough willpower he hoped it would turn out
well.
He could hear her breathing rhythmically, pulling the
blanket over her shoulder as a stronger wind blew outside.
He continued to hold onto the rose in his pocket and
focused, keeping his eyes closed.
An even stronger wind blew outside, and suddenly, rose
petals were carried from the wind into the room, covering
everything in sight, bathing Usagi's bed in red rose petals.
The strong wind and scent of roses woke Usagi up. Blinking
a few times, her eyes adjusted to the darkness and it took
her a moment to realize her room was covered with rose
petals. With wide eyes and jaw agape, Usagi sat up and
brought the blanket to her mouth, unsure of whether to
squeal in delight or to pinch herself to wake up from this
wonderful dream.
Just then, a lone figure came out of the shadows.
Usagi's pulse quickened as her breath caught in her throat,
but she made no move. Mamoru strolled slowly to her bed
once again, with his hand still holding onto that perfect
rose. As he reached the bed, he bent his head down to meet
hers. No words needed to be spoken as Mamoru caught her
lips with his own, and Usagi closed her eyes willingly to
savour the touch. Tears gathered at the corners of her
eyes, and she knew that if she opened her eyes at that
moment, the tears would pour. And if she opened her eyes,
she would wake up from this dream to an empty, dark room.
She brought her hands to his cheeks, never once opening her
eyes, and kissed him with equal passion and love. Mamoru
smiled through his kiss. With his hand still on the rose,
he concentrated again, this time doing something he had
done hundreds of times. Never letting his lips leave hers,
a bright light appeared, he opened his eyes and saw his
gloved hands cradling Usagi's cheeks.
The bright light brought Usagi to open her eyes instinctively.
What she saw was truly not what she expected.
Tuxedo Kamen smiled at her through his eyes, as her own
widened in surprise. In her hands she held the face of
Tuxedo Kamen, not Chiba Mamoru. The shock pulled Usagi
away from the kiss.
Holding a single red rose, Tuxedo Kamen offered it to her
and she hesitantly accepted it with trembling fingers. Once
more, he kissed her, much gentler this time, and she
closed her eyes.
He knew how confused she was. But certainly, he thought,
this might tell her that her decision was not as difficult
to make as she thought. Pushing her back into bed, Tuxedo
Kamen pressed his fingers lightly on her eyelids and wiped
the teardrops away. He then planted a gentle kiss on each
eyelid and watched her lovingly as she fell back to sleep.
Closing his eyes again, he concentrated as the wind
carried the rose petals out the window. The perfect
red rose he gave her faded into thin air as well. With one
last glance at her sleeping form, Tuxedo Kamen leapt out
the window, retreating to the comfort of his own bed,
this time certain that he would be having sweet dreams.
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Stay Tuned for Chapter 7: A Dream is Still Just a Dream
---------------------------------------------------------------
A.N. YAY! ANOTHER one done! *wipes sweat from brow* That was
hard work, I tell ya^_~ I hope you've liked reading this part!
Personally...don't laugh please...I actually DREAMED of this
scene! NOT KIDDING! I did! And it's rare because I NEVER
remember dreams. So I wrote it down right away! I know it's
cheesy, but I thought it was the most romantic thing! Maybe
you just had to see my dream...*drools at the thought of
rose petals and Tuxedo Kamen* *coughs* Ahem. anyways,
e-mail would be nice^_^ cupid_teacup@hotmail.com
Anyways, thanks to everyone who's mailed me and kept me
going! You know who you are^_~