Hi again! I know what you're thinking....She doesn't have chapter 3?! What are you doing here then?! GO WORK ON YOUR FIC!!
^^;;; gomen, got a little carried away.
ANYWAY, Qs-sama told me that chapter 2 was WEAK and I was inclined to agree with her. I knew I was kind of rushing this chapter but i wanted it out as fast as I could.
So now, I felt horrible for posting a plain awful chapter. Here is the newly revised chapter 2 of Fearing Minds.
It has more description and I hope you get punched when this is finished. ^^;;;; (not literally)
This chapter is dedicated to Qs-sama and to Andi. Qs got me out of my rut and gave me wonderful compliments, that boosted my confidence! And Andi helped me with descriptions and making this longer for you to enjoy!
You don't have to review but it would be nice. As Meredith always says, "feedback makes the world go round."
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon or it's characters. I do, however, own this idea since it's an AR (alternate reality). Please don't steal or plagiarize. It's wrong and it's a waste of your time to try to write this over again.
Title: Fearing Minds
Author: Nikitsuki
Email: Sweet_baby10215@hotmail.com
Chapter: 2
Rated: M15+
Summary: She can tell anyone by looking at them how
they will fall in love. He can tell anyone by looking
at them how their lives will end. How can these total
opposites get along when their "views" (literally) are
so different? When something tragic happens to them,
they have to learn to get along and see through each
other's mask.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon or it's
characters. I do, however,
own this idea since it's an AR (alternate reality).
Please don't steal or plagiarize. It's wrong and it's
a waste of your time to try to write
this over again.
~*~
Chapter 1...
~*~
Tuesday, 8:02pm
Dear Diary,
Well, another classmate of mine will have a
very bright future ahead of her. I'm glad for
Naru-chan… she'll be happy with Umino-kun. But… after
school today, something strange happened. It's never
happened before, either, and it has me a bit unnerved.
For some reason, I can't stop thinking about it. I
bumped into a young man… he couldn't have been more
than twenty. It doesn't sound so strange, but when I
looked into his eyes… I didn't see anything…
~*~
Chapter 2
~*~
"This girl was so *strange,* Motoki-kun… she wouldn't
stop staring at me, with these big, blue eyes of hers…
and I swear, they were the size of saucers!"
The man speaking was none other than Chiba Mamoru.
Heart breaker and love killer at large. Though he was
only a mere twenty years old, he had a big opinion
about the world and everything in it.
"What's even stranger," Mamoru continued, recalling
the memory "was the girl's hairstyle. It looked good
enough to eat."
"Ohh… You must be talking about Usagi-chan." Motoki
nodded solemnly, a smile on his face, "Yeah; she's
quite the looker Mamoru-kun. What's amazing is that
she's only fifteen years old!" Motoki was rather
animated about this girl, gesturing and posing as he
spoke.
Mamoru sweatdropped and shook his head in mock
disdain.
"Motoki-chan, are you not telling me something?"
Mamoru teased, quirking a smile in mock playfulness.
Motoki lifted a brow.
"Because I don't know what Reika would say if I told
her what you were
up to..." Mamoru let the sentence drop as Motoki
stared at him.
Motoki scowled, and then walked away cheerfully, "For
that, I'm not getting you your coffee."
Mamoru got up and started to leave the Crown Arcade
when his deep eyes met the bright, round ones of a
small girl that had just entered.
The vision flashed before his eyes, and in order to
erase it, he quickly looked away.
"Motoki-kun, I'm going to get going. I forgot about a
paper I have due tomorrow for class."
He waved shortly and strode out of the arcade, the
sliding glass doors clicking behind him.
As soon as he was a fair distance from the Arcade, he
walked into an empty alleyway and slid down the wall,
hoping to get rid of the image that replayed itself in
his mind.
The young girl Mamoru had seen, with her short, brown
hair in pigtails, was holding onto her mother's hand
loosely. Only a few hours from now, a kidnapper would
snatch her from the sidewalk and take her…
He'd kill her, and when her body was found, she'd be
buried, years before her time.
Mamoru flinched, knowing there was nothing he could
do. He had to let the vision fade from his memory…
think of other things.
His thoughts wandered to the girl he'd run into the
other day; his eyes calming slightly when he
envisioned the cute reaction she'd given him gave when
he looked at her.
Her blonde hair, styled up in two cute buns… and as
he'd said to Motoki, they looked good enough to eat.
His smile grew as he realized that he probably shocked
her to the core.
He knew that he hadn't been too happy to go out in
public, and just as the schools got out, he'd taken
his frustration out on the poor girl.
Then he realized that she had stared right into his
eyes. His own eyes grew round as he realized that he
couldn't remember the girl's death.
And he remembered them all. Each and every one of
them. This girl didn't have one.
~*~
Usagi awoke, curled up in her warm bed, and
reluctantly woke. She realized that she was probably
going to be late, and so bolted upright and quickly
got dressed. She rushed down the stairs, stumbling
down three of the carpeted steps, barely skimming by
the kitchen to grab a piece of toast before rushing
out.
"Bye Mama!" Usagi called, slipping on her shoes and
running out the door.
As Usagi dashed out, she chanced a look at her watch
and realized with dismay she was almost an hour early
for her normal walk to school.
Slowing to a more casual pace, Usagi stopped when she
realized the Crown Arcade was only down the block, and
with this extra time on her hands, she could grab a
hot chocolate, or anything more filling than that
simple piece of toast she'd wolfed down moments
before. A smile lit up her face and she started to run
towards the arcade.
'Maybe Motoki-kun will be in by now!' she thought
happily.
So excited by this thought that she started running,
Usagi kept heading towards the arcade, blind to the
fact that someone was stepping out of the arcade just
as she neared its doors. She promptly ran right into
them, and fell to her rear with a resounding 'Oof.'
She grimaced for a moment, rubbing her sore tailbone.
"You should watch where you're going Odango Atama,"
commented a dry tone.
Usagi looked up slowly and gasped, her eyes meeting
with those of the young man from the day before.
He was looking down at Usagi, ebony black hair falling
over his eyes, staring directly into Usagi's eyes for
a good minute before he looked away.
He held out his hand for her to grab but she ignored
it. "You have no right to call me that!" She yelled
angrily, standing up on her own and smoothing the
skirt of her school uniform.
Immediately after reacting in such a manner, she
clamped a hand over her mouth and took a step back.
Usagi always prided herself on never losing her
patience.
What was happening to her?
He started to walk away when Usagi realized that she
might never see him again. She had to find out what
was going on. Why didn't this man… have any kind of a
future?
"Wait!" She called. He stopped and turned his head to
look at her, his expression questioning and curious.
"Can't we go someplace to talk? I… have some questions
for you."
He was sorely tempted to laugh. The irony—she wasn't
the only one with questions; never mind what was going
on inside his head.
"Alright. Have you had breakfast yet?" She nodded and
he turned around fully.
She didn't know what was coming over her, but Usagi
suddenly felt nervous, VERY nervous… like this man,
who she hardly knew at all, was going to decide her
fate in mere minutes.
Usagi glanced at the man briefly, and she realized,
judging by his
business suit and a tie, that he was on his way to
work.
"Ah, gomenasai! I didn't realize you were on your way
to work." She bowed and was about to walk away when a
large hand grabbed her wrist in a gentle but firm
hold.
"Please, I would like to treat you to breakfast. I
know you have about forty-five minutes until you have
to be at school… but I think I need to ask you some
questions as well."
She raised her eyebrows. What would he need to ask
her? Her initial disappointment about his having to go
to work –and perhaps never seeing him again; never
getting her questions answered- was replaced with a
welling sensation of giddiness. Her lips formed into a
slight smile and she nodded to him.
"Alright, I'll have breakfast with you."
~*~
The host seated the couple in a booth in a small but
popular diner near Usagi's school. She ate lunch there
sometimes when she was dismissed from school early,
which was a rare occasion.
Usagi folded her napkin on her lap into a tiny
triangle, her lips pursed in silence. She sought the
answers to her unspoken questions, yet she couldn't
bring herself to ask them.
"Your name is Usagi, right?" Mamoru asked, in a vain
attempt to make small talk.
"H…Hai. Tsukino Usagi." He nodded and looked at the
menu.
After a few minutes of silence, Usagi looked up from
her menu and realized she didn't know this guy's name.
"Excuse me, but I don't know what your name is." She
said blushing profusely.
He blinked a few times and broke into a genuine smile,
one that hadn't shown itself in far too long.
When Mamoru realized that he was smiling, he grinned
just a bit broader, enjoying the feeling and how
adorable Usagi looked blushing.
"My name is Chiba Mamoru."
She blinked and then it dawned on her who he was.
"You're Motoki's friend. He talks about you often."
"Motoki talks too much, if you ask me." He smiled
again and Usagi giggled.
"You look nice when you smile. You should do it more
often."
This compliment didn't produce the result Usagi would
have expected, and Mamoru's smile dimmed until it was
gone from his face entirely. His expression so grim,
Usagi couldn't bring herself to look at him, and
remind herself that there wasn't even a spark of
romance in his future. She sat quietly, her hands
clenching the white linen of the napkin, waiting for
the waitress to come and take their order.
When the waitress finally arrived, they both ordered,
not allowing for any commentary in-between.
"It should be up in about ten minutes," the waitress
nodded as she scribbled down their order, smiling as
she walked away to other tables.
As they waited for their food, Mamoru got right to the
point.
"Usagi, the reason I asked you to breakfast is because
I have a very serious question to ask you."
Usagi looked at him hesitantly, but mustered her
courage and gave him a dazzling smile. "I have a few
questions of my own to ask you."
"You go first," he said simply.
"Mamoru-san, I can see visions," she began. He
recoiled in shock.
'She can see visions too? Are they painful for her as
well?' He looked at her smiling, yet serious face and
realized her visions couldn't have been as awful and
horrifying as his were.
"Mamoru-san, I can see romantic visions of two people
and how they'll end up." And before he could
interrupt, she held up her hand.
"Please let me finish. And yesterday when I looked
into your eyes… I didn't see anything. Not even a
second of a romance whatsoever."
She finished and stared into his eyes again, but
received nothing but a blank of emptiness.
She folded her hands onto the table and stared at
them.
For a while, he didn't say anything. This was such a
shock to him. He was amazed that there was actually
someone out there like him, seeing and hearing real
visions… like him. Hers were nowhere as painful as
his, and yet…
He looked at her and saw her head was down.
"Usagi, I believe you. I truly, truly believe you."
What Mamoru said meant a lot to her. She knew that
none of the girls truly believed her when she told
them their romantic futures. They all thought she had
good luck and they didn't think anything of it.
Yet, they still shunned her from in class activities,
and even at lunch… What if this was some joke to
Mamoru? Perhaps he really didn't
have a romantic future.
"Why should I believe anything you have to say?" Usagi
countered after awhile.
"You could be thinking I'm a lunatic or a stupid
Junior High
brat," she ground out, forcing her eyes away from his.
He shook his head and put on that wonderful smile.
"You're wrong Usagi. I believe you… because I also
have visions."
~*~
Remember! Feedback makes the world go round!
And I hope this chapter punched you. ^^;;;;
Once again, I don't own Sailor Moon. The correct owners do, I'm just making a piece of writing to please you.
Email: Sweet_baby10215@hotmail.com
AIM: Nikki10215
Website: in the process of moving to a domain name
^^;;; gomen, got a little carried away.
ANYWAY, Qs-sama told me that chapter 2 was WEAK and I was inclined to agree with her. I knew I was kind of rushing this chapter but i wanted it out as fast as I could.
So now, I felt horrible for posting a plain awful chapter. Here is the newly revised chapter 2 of Fearing Minds.
It has more description and I hope you get punched when this is finished. ^^;;;; (not literally)
This chapter is dedicated to Qs-sama and to Andi. Qs got me out of my rut and gave me wonderful compliments, that boosted my confidence! And Andi helped me with descriptions and making this longer for you to enjoy!
You don't have to review but it would be nice. As Meredith always says, "feedback makes the world go round."
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon or it's characters. I do, however, own this idea since it's an AR (alternate reality). Please don't steal or plagiarize. It's wrong and it's a waste of your time to try to write this over again.
Title: Fearing Minds
Author: Nikitsuki
Email: Sweet_baby10215@hotmail.com
Chapter: 2
Rated: M15+
Summary: She can tell anyone by looking at them how
they will fall in love. He can tell anyone by looking
at them how their lives will end. How can these total
opposites get along when their "views" (literally) are
so different? When something tragic happens to them,
they have to learn to get along and see through each
other's mask.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon or it's
characters. I do, however,
own this idea since it's an AR (alternate reality).
Please don't steal or plagiarize. It's wrong and it's
a waste of your time to try to write
this over again.
~*~
Chapter 1...
~*~
Tuesday, 8:02pm
Dear Diary,
Well, another classmate of mine will have a
very bright future ahead of her. I'm glad for
Naru-chan… she'll be happy with Umino-kun. But… after
school today, something strange happened. It's never
happened before, either, and it has me a bit unnerved.
For some reason, I can't stop thinking about it. I
bumped into a young man… he couldn't have been more
than twenty. It doesn't sound so strange, but when I
looked into his eyes… I didn't see anything…
~*~
Chapter 2
~*~
"This girl was so *strange,* Motoki-kun… she wouldn't
stop staring at me, with these big, blue eyes of hers…
and I swear, they were the size of saucers!"
The man speaking was none other than Chiba Mamoru.
Heart breaker and love killer at large. Though he was
only a mere twenty years old, he had a big opinion
about the world and everything in it.
"What's even stranger," Mamoru continued, recalling
the memory "was the girl's hairstyle. It looked good
enough to eat."
"Ohh… You must be talking about Usagi-chan." Motoki
nodded solemnly, a smile on his face, "Yeah; she's
quite the looker Mamoru-kun. What's amazing is that
she's only fifteen years old!" Motoki was rather
animated about this girl, gesturing and posing as he
spoke.
Mamoru sweatdropped and shook his head in mock
disdain.
"Motoki-chan, are you not telling me something?"
Mamoru teased, quirking a smile in mock playfulness.
Motoki lifted a brow.
"Because I don't know what Reika would say if I told
her what you were
up to..." Mamoru let the sentence drop as Motoki
stared at him.
Motoki scowled, and then walked away cheerfully, "For
that, I'm not getting you your coffee."
Mamoru got up and started to leave the Crown Arcade
when his deep eyes met the bright, round ones of a
small girl that had just entered.
The vision flashed before his eyes, and in order to
erase it, he quickly looked away.
"Motoki-kun, I'm going to get going. I forgot about a
paper I have due tomorrow for class."
He waved shortly and strode out of the arcade, the
sliding glass doors clicking behind him.
As soon as he was a fair distance from the Arcade, he
walked into an empty alleyway and slid down the wall,
hoping to get rid of the image that replayed itself in
his mind.
The young girl Mamoru had seen, with her short, brown
hair in pigtails, was holding onto her mother's hand
loosely. Only a few hours from now, a kidnapper would
snatch her from the sidewalk and take her…
He'd kill her, and when her body was found, she'd be
buried, years before her time.
Mamoru flinched, knowing there was nothing he could
do. He had to let the vision fade from his memory…
think of other things.
His thoughts wandered to the girl he'd run into the
other day; his eyes calming slightly when he
envisioned the cute reaction she'd given him gave when
he looked at her.
Her blonde hair, styled up in two cute buns… and as
he'd said to Motoki, they looked good enough to eat.
His smile grew as he realized that he probably shocked
her to the core.
He knew that he hadn't been too happy to go out in
public, and just as the schools got out, he'd taken
his frustration out on the poor girl.
Then he realized that she had stared right into his
eyes. His own eyes grew round as he realized that he
couldn't remember the girl's death.
And he remembered them all. Each and every one of
them. This girl didn't have one.
~*~
Usagi awoke, curled up in her warm bed, and
reluctantly woke. She realized that she was probably
going to be late, and so bolted upright and quickly
got dressed. She rushed down the stairs, stumbling
down three of the carpeted steps, barely skimming by
the kitchen to grab a piece of toast before rushing
out.
"Bye Mama!" Usagi called, slipping on her shoes and
running out the door.
As Usagi dashed out, she chanced a look at her watch
and realized with dismay she was almost an hour early
for her normal walk to school.
Slowing to a more casual pace, Usagi stopped when she
realized the Crown Arcade was only down the block, and
with this extra time on her hands, she could grab a
hot chocolate, or anything more filling than that
simple piece of toast she'd wolfed down moments
before. A smile lit up her face and she started to run
towards the arcade.
'Maybe Motoki-kun will be in by now!' she thought
happily.
So excited by this thought that she started running,
Usagi kept heading towards the arcade, blind to the
fact that someone was stepping out of the arcade just
as she neared its doors. She promptly ran right into
them, and fell to her rear with a resounding 'Oof.'
She grimaced for a moment, rubbing her sore tailbone.
"You should watch where you're going Odango Atama,"
commented a dry tone.
Usagi looked up slowly and gasped, her eyes meeting
with those of the young man from the day before.
He was looking down at Usagi, ebony black hair falling
over his eyes, staring directly into Usagi's eyes for
a good minute before he looked away.
He held out his hand for her to grab but she ignored
it. "You have no right to call me that!" She yelled
angrily, standing up on her own and smoothing the
skirt of her school uniform.
Immediately after reacting in such a manner, she
clamped a hand over her mouth and took a step back.
Usagi always prided herself on never losing her
patience.
What was happening to her?
He started to walk away when Usagi realized that she
might never see him again. She had to find out what
was going on. Why didn't this man… have any kind of a
future?
"Wait!" She called. He stopped and turned his head to
look at her, his expression questioning and curious.
"Can't we go someplace to talk? I… have some questions
for you."
He was sorely tempted to laugh. The irony—she wasn't
the only one with questions; never mind what was going
on inside his head.
"Alright. Have you had breakfast yet?" She nodded and
he turned around fully.
She didn't know what was coming over her, but Usagi
suddenly felt nervous, VERY nervous… like this man,
who she hardly knew at all, was going to decide her
fate in mere minutes.
Usagi glanced at the man briefly, and she realized,
judging by his
business suit and a tie, that he was on his way to
work.
"Ah, gomenasai! I didn't realize you were on your way
to work." She bowed and was about to walk away when a
large hand grabbed her wrist in a gentle but firm
hold.
"Please, I would like to treat you to breakfast. I
know you have about forty-five minutes until you have
to be at school… but I think I need to ask you some
questions as well."
She raised her eyebrows. What would he need to ask
her? Her initial disappointment about his having to go
to work –and perhaps never seeing him again; never
getting her questions answered- was replaced with a
welling sensation of giddiness. Her lips formed into a
slight smile and she nodded to him.
"Alright, I'll have breakfast with you."
~*~
The host seated the couple in a booth in a small but
popular diner near Usagi's school. She ate lunch there
sometimes when she was dismissed from school early,
which was a rare occasion.
Usagi folded her napkin on her lap into a tiny
triangle, her lips pursed in silence. She sought the
answers to her unspoken questions, yet she couldn't
bring herself to ask them.
"Your name is Usagi, right?" Mamoru asked, in a vain
attempt to make small talk.
"H…Hai. Tsukino Usagi." He nodded and looked at the
menu.
After a few minutes of silence, Usagi looked up from
her menu and realized she didn't know this guy's name.
"Excuse me, but I don't know what your name is." She
said blushing profusely.
He blinked a few times and broke into a genuine smile,
one that hadn't shown itself in far too long.
When Mamoru realized that he was smiling, he grinned
just a bit broader, enjoying the feeling and how
adorable Usagi looked blushing.
"My name is Chiba Mamoru."
She blinked and then it dawned on her who he was.
"You're Motoki's friend. He talks about you often."
"Motoki talks too much, if you ask me." He smiled
again and Usagi giggled.
"You look nice when you smile. You should do it more
often."
This compliment didn't produce the result Usagi would
have expected, and Mamoru's smile dimmed until it was
gone from his face entirely. His expression so grim,
Usagi couldn't bring herself to look at him, and
remind herself that there wasn't even a spark of
romance in his future. She sat quietly, her hands
clenching the white linen of the napkin, waiting for
the waitress to come and take their order.
When the waitress finally arrived, they both ordered,
not allowing for any commentary in-between.
"It should be up in about ten minutes," the waitress
nodded as she scribbled down their order, smiling as
she walked away to other tables.
As they waited for their food, Mamoru got right to the
point.
"Usagi, the reason I asked you to breakfast is because
I have a very serious question to ask you."
Usagi looked at him hesitantly, but mustered her
courage and gave him a dazzling smile. "I have a few
questions of my own to ask you."
"You go first," he said simply.
"Mamoru-san, I can see visions," she began. He
recoiled in shock.
'She can see visions too? Are they painful for her as
well?' He looked at her smiling, yet serious face and
realized her visions couldn't have been as awful and
horrifying as his were.
"Mamoru-san, I can see romantic visions of two people
and how they'll end up." And before he could
interrupt, she held up her hand.
"Please let me finish. And yesterday when I looked
into your eyes… I didn't see anything. Not even a
second of a romance whatsoever."
She finished and stared into his eyes again, but
received nothing but a blank of emptiness.
She folded her hands onto the table and stared at
them.
For a while, he didn't say anything. This was such a
shock to him. He was amazed that there was actually
someone out there like him, seeing and hearing real
visions… like him. Hers were nowhere as painful as
his, and yet…
He looked at her and saw her head was down.
"Usagi, I believe you. I truly, truly believe you."
What Mamoru said meant a lot to her. She knew that
none of the girls truly believed her when she told
them their romantic futures. They all thought she had
good luck and they didn't think anything of it.
Yet, they still shunned her from in class activities,
and even at lunch… What if this was some joke to
Mamoru? Perhaps he really didn't
have a romantic future.
"Why should I believe anything you have to say?" Usagi
countered after awhile.
"You could be thinking I'm a lunatic or a stupid
Junior High
brat," she ground out, forcing her eyes away from his.
He shook his head and put on that wonderful smile.
"You're wrong Usagi. I believe you… because I also
have visions."
~*~
Remember! Feedback makes the world go round!
And I hope this chapter punched you. ^^;;;;
Once again, I don't own Sailor Moon. The correct owners do, I'm just making a piece of writing to please you.
Email: Sweet_baby10215@hotmail.com
AIM: Nikki10215
Website: in the process of moving to a domain name