Disclaimer:
Greetings to all! Lance The Flamesniper at it again.
I don't own Sailor Moon. Naoko Takeuchi-sama does. Toei Animation made the
series, DiC Abused it and Cloverway owns the N.A. Rights to it now. That said, this is a
labor of love not of profit. All I ask is for feedback.
I use North American names mostly due to those being the ones I'm familiar with
and I'm allergic to the name Trista when it comes to Sailor Pluto.
Hotaru's Date Chapter one
by
Lance the Flamesniper
Hotaru sighed. To her this art show was mildly interesting but also exceptionally
boring. Having lived with Michelle, Setsuna and Amara all her second life, she'd been to
dozens of art exhibits. This one was Michelle's and as such Michelle was making rounds.
"Making rounds" was the most common thing about these gatherings. The artist
was required to speak with everyone from art critics to buyers and casual observers. Hotaru
could understand that but it was always boring. She looked around to see if Setsuna or Amara
were as bored. Unfortunately, Amara at Michelle's side, as usual and Setsuna was off talking
with a group of people.
With a sigh Hotaru did what any bored teenager would do in this situation: wander
about pretending to be interested.
****
James Everwolfe smiled slightly. New Town, new artists and new critics. James was after
all an artist himself and was looking forward to meeting his fellow painter Michelle Kaioh. Her
seascapes had caught his attention as being beautiful beyond words, almost as if she were one
with the sea herself.
If she's one with the sea, which to most people would be utterly rediculous, what would
that make me? One with the night or one with silence? James thought wryly. He was only sixteen
with black hair that was kept in a small tail at the back of his neck by a purple string. His eyes were
a strange shade of purple that was almost black. On this evening his five foot ten frame was in a
white shirt, purple tie, and black dress pants with a matching coat. He felt rediculous in a suit, but
he knew it was necessary.
He was looking at a particular peice with the sun rising over the sea went someone bumped
into him.
"Oh! I'm terribly sorry," Both of them said. Then their eyes met. To James's surprise he was
looking into the exact shade of purple eye that he saw when he looked in the mirror. The only difference
was that these belonged to a girl who, while really not all that tall was very striking, especially the way
her black dress made her alabaster skin seem to glow. The two stared at each other for a long moment
before James offered his hand.
"James Everwolfe," He said as Hotaru took his hand.
"Hotaru Tomoe," She said as she shook his hand.
"Charmed," he said as he brought her hand to his lips.
Hotaru giggled at the chivalrous gesture causing James to look up with a smile. "So what
brings you into the somewhat dry world of art?"
"I HAVE to be here. You?"
"I'm just here to mingle and maybe buy a peice or two. This one over here for example is
beautiful especially the way the bay reflects the sunlight."
"You talk like a painter," Hotaru giggled.
"Good ear. I am a painter. Though my forte is fantasy art and moonscapes," James answered.
"Which is rather dull work sometimes."
"I know, I live with the artist. This painting took her three hours to paint and she had to get
up a four a.m. to paint it."
"Talk about suffering for one's art," James said dryly. That brought a laugh from Hotaru, it was
a sound, James decided, that he found enjoyable. "Do you get the feeling that we've actually met before?"
"Yes, but I think I'd remember a cute guy like you," Hotaru said silently wondering where that
comment came from.
"And likewise I'd remember an attractive young woman like you. You wouldn't be interested in
going out sometime would you?"
"I wouldn't mind one bit. In fact I was hoping you'd ask me."
They discussed the matter and set upon a day and time for their date before discreetly parting ways.
*******
James straightened the pictures he'd bought that evening until they looked perfect, he'd not gotten
to meet the artist, but there was time to worry about that some other time. With a sigh he looked at the rest of
his apartment. it wasn't really one apartment but a whole floor of rooms that he'd fixed up to include all that he
needed. He even had a balcony on which he'd set up his telescope. He walked out onto the balcony after
changing into a t-shirt and sweatpants. The evening breeze felt cool against his skin as he looked through
the telescope. It was a clear night and through the telescope he could see Saturn clearly. Saturn had always
been a planet of interest to him, and knowing what he knew about himself he wasn't surprised. With an amused
smile he went back into his apartment and soon afterward was alseep.
******
Hotaru stared at the ceiling of her now dark room. She was still giddy from the events of the evening.
A date! My first date! I never thought it would happen. She thought. She smiled dreamily even as she puzzled
over the abrupt manner of the thing. She'd definitely felt as if she knew him from somewhere but it was the
image she kept getting was hazy, like a memory of a dream. Finally, her mind gave up and she drifted into
the realm of dreams.
Greetings to all! Lance The Flamesniper at it again.
I don't own Sailor Moon. Naoko Takeuchi-sama does. Toei Animation made the
series, DiC Abused it and Cloverway owns the N.A. Rights to it now. That said, this is a
labor of love not of profit. All I ask is for feedback.
I use North American names mostly due to those being the ones I'm familiar with
and I'm allergic to the name Trista when it comes to Sailor Pluto.
Hotaru's Date Chapter one
by
Lance the Flamesniper
Hotaru sighed. To her this art show was mildly interesting but also exceptionally
boring. Having lived with Michelle, Setsuna and Amara all her second life, she'd been to
dozens of art exhibits. This one was Michelle's and as such Michelle was making rounds.
"Making rounds" was the most common thing about these gatherings. The artist
was required to speak with everyone from art critics to buyers and casual observers. Hotaru
could understand that but it was always boring. She looked around to see if Setsuna or Amara
were as bored. Unfortunately, Amara at Michelle's side, as usual and Setsuna was off talking
with a group of people.
With a sigh Hotaru did what any bored teenager would do in this situation: wander
about pretending to be interested.
****
James Everwolfe smiled slightly. New Town, new artists and new critics. James was after
all an artist himself and was looking forward to meeting his fellow painter Michelle Kaioh. Her
seascapes had caught his attention as being beautiful beyond words, almost as if she were one
with the sea herself.
If she's one with the sea, which to most people would be utterly rediculous, what would
that make me? One with the night or one with silence? James thought wryly. He was only sixteen
with black hair that was kept in a small tail at the back of his neck by a purple string. His eyes were
a strange shade of purple that was almost black. On this evening his five foot ten frame was in a
white shirt, purple tie, and black dress pants with a matching coat. He felt rediculous in a suit, but
he knew it was necessary.
He was looking at a particular peice with the sun rising over the sea went someone bumped
into him.
"Oh! I'm terribly sorry," Both of them said. Then their eyes met. To James's surprise he was
looking into the exact shade of purple eye that he saw when he looked in the mirror. The only difference
was that these belonged to a girl who, while really not all that tall was very striking, especially the way
her black dress made her alabaster skin seem to glow. The two stared at each other for a long moment
before James offered his hand.
"James Everwolfe," He said as Hotaru took his hand.
"Hotaru Tomoe," She said as she shook his hand.
"Charmed," he said as he brought her hand to his lips.
Hotaru giggled at the chivalrous gesture causing James to look up with a smile. "So what
brings you into the somewhat dry world of art?"
"I HAVE to be here. You?"
"I'm just here to mingle and maybe buy a peice or two. This one over here for example is
beautiful especially the way the bay reflects the sunlight."
"You talk like a painter," Hotaru giggled.
"Good ear. I am a painter. Though my forte is fantasy art and moonscapes," James answered.
"Which is rather dull work sometimes."
"I know, I live with the artist. This painting took her three hours to paint and she had to get
up a four a.m. to paint it."
"Talk about suffering for one's art," James said dryly. That brought a laugh from Hotaru, it was
a sound, James decided, that he found enjoyable. "Do you get the feeling that we've actually met before?"
"Yes, but I think I'd remember a cute guy like you," Hotaru said silently wondering where that
comment came from.
"And likewise I'd remember an attractive young woman like you. You wouldn't be interested in
going out sometime would you?"
"I wouldn't mind one bit. In fact I was hoping you'd ask me."
They discussed the matter and set upon a day and time for their date before discreetly parting ways.
*******
James straightened the pictures he'd bought that evening until they looked perfect, he'd not gotten
to meet the artist, but there was time to worry about that some other time. With a sigh he looked at the rest of
his apartment. it wasn't really one apartment but a whole floor of rooms that he'd fixed up to include all that he
needed. He even had a balcony on which he'd set up his telescope. He walked out onto the balcony after
changing into a t-shirt and sweatpants. The evening breeze felt cool against his skin as he looked through
the telescope. It was a clear night and through the telescope he could see Saturn clearly. Saturn had always
been a planet of interest to him, and knowing what he knew about himself he wasn't surprised. With an amused
smile he went back into his apartment and soon afterward was alseep.
******
Hotaru stared at the ceiling of her now dark room. She was still giddy from the events of the evening.
A date! My first date! I never thought it would happen. She thought. She smiled dreamily even as she puzzled
over the abrupt manner of the thing. She'd definitely felt as if she knew him from somewhere but it was the
image she kept getting was hazy, like a memory of a dream. Finally, her mind gave up and she drifted into
the realm of dreams.