Title: My Favorite One
Disclaimer: The plot is mine, but the characters are not. I do not own Sailor Moon or any of the characters in it. I also do not own the rights to "Orchids" by Stone Sour.
Chapter 1
"Mother! Why do I always have to attend these stupid balls?" A young girl shouted. "You know I despise them!"
{You hold me inside your iris
like a terminal stain on life
You condescend to my primal brain
And twist me around like a knife}
"It's not a ball, Usagi! It's a 'Gathering'."
{Can't begin to explain
The feelings I have restrained
Don't ask me how I am
Because you're too busy planning your epitaph
Let me tell you
DON'T - try to be the ONE - person
Who has STAYED - just to say They never left me! Aggravated, complicated, someone say it God, I never learn.}
"Ball! Gathering! Same diff! Why can't Miyu go?" The girl points to her sister. A tall girl around 18 years, long fiery-red hair pulled up in a braided bun, and light brown eyes that flash with amusement as her younger sister argues with her mother.
{You keep me hidden behind a curtain, An audible human display You fed me orchids to give me courage And keep me in line with distain
Can't begin to explain The feelings I have restrained Don't ask me how I am Because you're too busy planning your epitaph Let me tell you}
"Because I already have a fiancé dear sister." She laughed.
{DON'T - try to be the ONE - person
Who has STAYED - just to say They never left me! Aggravated, complicated, someone say it God, I never learn.
"Oh! So this is what it's all about! You making me find a husband," Her mother nods. "This isn't fair!" She screams as she storms out of the room.
{I have nothing left for you. You left me with nothing
I live at arm's length and die a little, Between your constants by day I want my soul back before it's over, I can't even wish you away}
"Usagi, you must attend these gatherings," she said in a mocking tone. "I don't like these things. They're so boring." She sighs as she guides herself to the rose gardens. "This isn't fair at all! But then again, as Grammy always said, 'Life is never fair'," she whispered as she sat down on a bench in the middle of the many crimson rose bushes.
{Can't begin to explain
The feelings I have restrained Don't ask me how I am Because you're too busy planning your epitaph Let me tell you
DON'T - try to be the ONE - person
Who has STAYED - just to say They never left me! Aggravated, complicated, someone say it God, I never learn.
I NEVER LEARN!}
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A young man sits at a desk, trying his hardest to do some important paper work, when he feels his arm start to burn. He looks up at the window, "Damn it! The sun light!" He stands up and within seconds he's at the open window, and closing it.
He pulls the curtains to with a sigh of relief. He examines his arm as it quickly heals.
"The advantage of being a vampyre, you're almost invincible. Disadvantage," he looks longingly at the window, his jet-black hair falling into his eyes, "Never being able to see the light of day again."
He guides his dark cerulean eyes to the floor, and walks out of his study.
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::The next night::
He wakes up from a deep slumber. 'Time for my nightly routine.' He thought to himself, as he changed clothes.
He left the security of his home and was gone for more than 8 hours. When he finally came home, his clothing was wrinkled and there was fresh blood on the sleeves of his jacket and around his stern lips. He staggered to his front door, and picked up the post that he'd received the previous day, and then walked inside.
Once inside, he sat in the chair next to the fire, holding his letters. Well, more like 'letter'.
Breathing heavily, he read the envelope:
To: Mr. Chiba Mamoru
Next he opened the letter and read:
Chiba Mamoru,
You have been invited to my Spring Masquerade. It is on June 27, starting at 6:00 p.m.
Respond as soon as possible please.
Sincerely,
Furuhata Motoki
Mamoru's dark cerulean eyes glittered mischievously.
He wrote back and put it in his mailbox.
Mamoru was coming all right. He was coming to see and interact with all of the people, and get a few meals.
He marked the date on his calendar. The ball was only 4 days away, and he could already taste the warm blood on his devious tongue.
Disclaimer: The plot is mine, but the characters are not. I do not own Sailor Moon or any of the characters in it. I also do not own the rights to "Orchids" by Stone Sour.
Chapter 1
"Mother! Why do I always have to attend these stupid balls?" A young girl shouted. "You know I despise them!"
{You hold me inside your iris
like a terminal stain on life
You condescend to my primal brain
And twist me around like a knife}
"It's not a ball, Usagi! It's a 'Gathering'."
{Can't begin to explain
The feelings I have restrained
Don't ask me how I am
Because you're too busy planning your epitaph
Let me tell you
DON'T - try to be the ONE - person
Who has STAYED - just to say They never left me! Aggravated, complicated, someone say it God, I never learn.}
"Ball! Gathering! Same diff! Why can't Miyu go?" The girl points to her sister. A tall girl around 18 years, long fiery-red hair pulled up in a braided bun, and light brown eyes that flash with amusement as her younger sister argues with her mother.
{You keep me hidden behind a curtain, An audible human display You fed me orchids to give me courage And keep me in line with distain
Can't begin to explain The feelings I have restrained Don't ask me how I am Because you're too busy planning your epitaph Let me tell you}
"Because I already have a fiancé dear sister." She laughed.
{DON'T - try to be the ONE - person
Who has STAYED - just to say They never left me! Aggravated, complicated, someone say it God, I never learn.
"Oh! So this is what it's all about! You making me find a husband," Her mother nods. "This isn't fair!" She screams as she storms out of the room.
{I have nothing left for you. You left me with nothing
I live at arm's length and die a little, Between your constants by day I want my soul back before it's over, I can't even wish you away}
"Usagi, you must attend these gatherings," she said in a mocking tone. "I don't like these things. They're so boring." She sighs as she guides herself to the rose gardens. "This isn't fair at all! But then again, as Grammy always said, 'Life is never fair'," she whispered as she sat down on a bench in the middle of the many crimson rose bushes.
{Can't begin to explain
The feelings I have restrained Don't ask me how I am Because you're too busy planning your epitaph Let me tell you
DON'T - try to be the ONE - person
Who has STAYED - just to say They never left me! Aggravated, complicated, someone say it God, I never learn.
I NEVER LEARN!}
@-------@-------@-------@-------@-------@-------@-------@-------@-- -----@-------
A young man sits at a desk, trying his hardest to do some important paper work, when he feels his arm start to burn. He looks up at the window, "Damn it! The sun light!" He stands up and within seconds he's at the open window, and closing it.
He pulls the curtains to with a sigh of relief. He examines his arm as it quickly heals.
"The advantage of being a vampyre, you're almost invincible. Disadvantage," he looks longingly at the window, his jet-black hair falling into his eyes, "Never being able to see the light of day again."
He guides his dark cerulean eyes to the floor, and walks out of his study.
@------ @------ @------@-------@-------@-------@-------@-------@--- ----@-------
::The next night::
He wakes up from a deep slumber. 'Time for my nightly routine.' He thought to himself, as he changed clothes.
He left the security of his home and was gone for more than 8 hours. When he finally came home, his clothing was wrinkled and there was fresh blood on the sleeves of his jacket and around his stern lips. He staggered to his front door, and picked up the post that he'd received the previous day, and then walked inside.
Once inside, he sat in the chair next to the fire, holding his letters. Well, more like 'letter'.
Breathing heavily, he read the envelope:
To: Mr. Chiba Mamoru
Next he opened the letter and read:
Chiba Mamoru,
You have been invited to my Spring Masquerade. It is on June 27, starting at 6:00 p.m.
Respond as soon as possible please.
Sincerely,
Furuhata Motoki
Mamoru's dark cerulean eyes glittered mischievously.
He wrote back and put it in his mailbox.
Mamoru was coming all right. He was coming to see and interact with all of the people, and get a few meals.
He marked the date on his calendar. The ball was only 4 days away, and he could already taste the warm blood on his devious tongue.
