Because I'm A Girl
by Tina Bui
Disclaimer- this is the standard disclaimer right here and now. I do not own Sailor Moon, and I have no part in it whatsoever. So don't sue me since I'm broke and even if you win, you won't get much so you're wasting your time.
Summary- She was thrown into her destiny, unknown of the repercussions and the life-changing events that would come. Her childhood friend now hated who she was while her new friends didn't understand the depths of her pain. Battered and bruised, she longs to find herself and to be released from her responsibilities.
Author's Notes- I finally finished the second installment in the story. I must apologize for my lack of updates for both Because I'm A Girl and Teardrops. High school is taking its toll on me what with all the projects and events going on. Thank you to all who reviewed. Quinn, I have heard Kiss' song Because I'm A Girl. The downside is that I am not Korean so I have no idea what the song is about although I have seen the music video (I cried like a baby at the end). If it's not too much trouble, can you translate it into English for me? I will understand if you don't, just though I'd ask. If you do, you can email me at talks_alot309@Hotmail.com
Ok, now the story can continue.
Chapter Two- Repercussions
"I once thought you were a hero" Molly said. She walked around her in circles, as if playing a game of predator and prey. She walked slowly and carefully, narrowing her eyes at the sight of her best friend.
"Molly?" Serena croaked out in despair.
"It's me alright, you don't have to be afraid that I'm some youma possessing your *classmate*"
She winced inwardly at the sound of Molly's voice. Her best friend ever since Kindergarten didn't acknowledge her as a friend anymore. Now she was just a classmate to her.
She held back her tears, refusing to show her weakness.
"Aren't you going to say anything? Like, how about, I'm sorry?!" Molly shouted and pushed her to the ground.
She landed violently and clenched her fists to forget the state of pain she was in. She shook her head and stood up slowly and carefully, not taking her eyes off Molly.
"I bet you're not even sorry. I bet that you wanted to kill him all along." She accused.
"NO! I didn't want to kill him, I never did!" she pleaded, protests automatically spewing out from her mouth. How could Molly think that she would ever want to kill? Didn't she know her better than that?
"The answer's no, by the way."
Her eyes narrowed and a wave of confusion washed over her, as if trying to clean her but failed. What was the question in the first place?
"I don't know you better than that. I once thought I did. but you proved me over and over again that I don't."
"What are you talking about?" Serena whispered, tears trying to seep through and clouding her line of vision.
"You used to consider me as your best friend. But if that were true, why didn't you tell me that you were Sailor Moon?"
She froze at the sentence and she could swear that she stopped breathing. She did have a point, she hated to admit. She could have told Molly but she didn't. She didn't want to put her in more danger. The negaverse targeted her just because Molly's mother owned a jewelry store. If something happened to her and it was her own fault, she couldn't bear it.
But something did happen to her already. Even if she wasn't injured on the outside. Inside, it was a whole different story. Inside, Molly was like a broken toy. Once she was a happy go lucky junior high school student. Now, with the death of her beloved, she was like a train wreck just waiting to crash any minute. She could self-destruct anytime.
"I couldn't. I wanted to so much. But I." she started, only to be cut off by the piercing pain of Molly's backhand.
She had slapped her. Hard. So hard that she fell down once again and that she could still feel the sting and her bones aching.
She didn't bother getting up. or hiding her tears.
He tiptoed over to the kitchen after silently closing the bedroom door. She had been at his place for over two hours. He didn't know what to do. All his life, he had never been in a situation like this. When he saw Serena, he could literally hear his heart break into pieces every time one of her tears fell down to the ground.
He shook his head, almost violently and slammed the fridge door. Why was he feeling this way? Never had he felt like this about a girl. And this was Serena, for God's sake. She was the clumsy sixteen-year-old girl that always stuffed her face with sweets, that couldn't walk while chewing gum or processing a thought. She was the girl who always bumped into him, the one who's soft skin always caressed him on their daily collision.
He froze. What did he just think?
Another shake of the head. No. He wasn't going to feel this way. no more. Never.
If only he knew then how nearly impossible his resolution would be to accomplish.
She tossed and turned in the bed where she laid. Immediately, she opened her eyes and sat up straightly. She surveyed her surroundings and slowly, she stood up. She walked as if in a trance to the mirror and looked at her vanity.
Her eyes were sunken in. Her hair was tussled and somehow had lost their bright shine. She was not the innocent, naive, young girl anymore. Where she now stood, was just space occupied by matter.
Her fingers roamed around the picture that was on the counter. It was of a couple, probably around their mid-thirties, give or take a few years. The man was tall, that part was obvious. He had the darkest black hair that reflected specks of light where the sun shone down on his head. He had a protective arm around the girl, she supposed it was his girlfriend by the smile on his face. The woman was beautiful. She had auburn hair that went down the her shoulder. Her eyes were magnificent. A flawless midnight blue. Darien must have gotten his eyes from his mother.
'So deep'.
He finally finished the tea he was preparing for Serena when he struck with a powerful headache. He fell down to his knees, clutching his head. With his eyes closed, he struggled for self-control. Gritting his teeth, he was greeted by dark visions.
Her hair was pure gold. The kind of treasure that was sure to be on the other side of the rainbow for those who waited patiently at the end. She looked troubled. Her shaky posture had proven that to him. But there was more. The Princess that had graced his dreams ever since his birth, looked exactly like Serena!
He reached out only to see his hand go through her. Confusion enveloped him in a huge tidal wave when he saw another person coming. It was him! He narrowed his eyes in suspicion. What was going on? Never had he had a vision like this. Usually his visions didn't show him the Princess' face. Now it was Serena!
The man that wore his face, he decided it was an impostor, walked slowly to the Princess. Her body seemed to relax in his mere presence. He, the impostor, wrapped his arms around the beauty from behind. The couple had stood like that for a couple of minutes. That was, until the Princess broke it.
"We have to stop," she started. With visible difficulty, she turned herself around to face him. Her eyes were wet with tears and she didn't try to hide them. She wasn't ashamed of her emotions. At least, not all of them.
"Why?" the look-alike growled. It was evident that anger was consuming him. His hands became stiff and were unmoving.
"You know why Endymion," the Princess whispered, shaking her head. Her small hands wrapped themselves around his large ones.
"Please Serenity, rethink this. I beg of you," he pleaded with begging eyes. He embraced her and it looked like he had no intention of letting go anytime in the next centuries.
That didn't stop Serenity. She roughly backed away from him and held her hand in front of her, silently telling him to not to come any closer. And at that motion, slicing an invisible into his already-crushed heart.
"I love you Serenity. So much that it hurts. I do not care what the consequences are for this love. I just want to be with you. Only you," he declared in an attempt to change her mind. Tears slowly built up to his eyelids but he forced them at bay.
"Do you not love me?" he asked, bowing his head.
Her answer was as quick as a lightning bolt preparing to strike.
"You know I do! But our emotions do not matter. What matters is that we must stop this." "Affair? Do not tell me that what we have is just an affair. That we are making love for the hell of it! Because you know that is not it! We are in love. Never, ever call what we have an affair!" he shouted with the passion of a thousand bloodthirsty savages.
"I was not going to call it that. I do love you Endymion. But like I have stated before, our love is taboo. It is forbidden."
"I do not care. I do not care that you are the Crown Princess of the Moon Kingdom and the heir of the Silver Millennium. I do not care that I can die for thinking of being in love with you. I do not. All I care about is being with the one I love."
"You may not care about dying for me, but I do. I care Endymion. I will not be able to live with myself if you were to die."
The Princess was dead set on her decision. It was obvious that she loved him. With every word she spoke, with every gesture she used, with every emotion she was trying to conceal in her eyes, she loved him.
Just as Endymion was about to reply with another declaration of love, Darien was thrust out of the vision just as easily as he slipped into one.
He slowly got up, as if shielding himself from more painful encounters. He gripped the end of the kitchen counter and pulled himself up. He opened his eyes carefully and took deep, calming breaths in and out. In and out, he repeated the mantra again and again in his mind until it calmed his fast-beating heart.
He looked down at his feet and widened his eyes at the sight of the broken glass that fell when he had. The tea had spilled out and some seeped through his shirt. He quickly moved his legs to go to the washroom when he had bumped into Serena. The two crashed down to the floor with him on top.
Disclaimer- this is the standard disclaimer right here and now. I do not own Sailor Moon, and I have no part in it whatsoever. So don't sue me since I'm broke and even if you win, you won't get much so you're wasting your time.
Summary- She was thrown into her destiny, unknown of the repercussions and the life-changing events that would come. Her childhood friend now hated who she was while her new friends didn't understand the depths of her pain. Battered and bruised, she longs to find herself and to be released from her responsibilities.
Author's Notes- I finally finished the second installment in the story. I must apologize for my lack of updates for both Because I'm A Girl and Teardrops. High school is taking its toll on me what with all the projects and events going on. Thank you to all who reviewed. Quinn, I have heard Kiss' song Because I'm A Girl. The downside is that I am not Korean so I have no idea what the song is about although I have seen the music video (I cried like a baby at the end). If it's not too much trouble, can you translate it into English for me? I will understand if you don't, just though I'd ask. If you do, you can email me at talks_alot309@Hotmail.com
Ok, now the story can continue.
Chapter Two- Repercussions
"I once thought you were a hero" Molly said. She walked around her in circles, as if playing a game of predator and prey. She walked slowly and carefully, narrowing her eyes at the sight of her best friend.
"Molly?" Serena croaked out in despair.
"It's me alright, you don't have to be afraid that I'm some youma possessing your *classmate*"
She winced inwardly at the sound of Molly's voice. Her best friend ever since Kindergarten didn't acknowledge her as a friend anymore. Now she was just a classmate to her.
She held back her tears, refusing to show her weakness.
"Aren't you going to say anything? Like, how about, I'm sorry?!" Molly shouted and pushed her to the ground.
She landed violently and clenched her fists to forget the state of pain she was in. She shook her head and stood up slowly and carefully, not taking her eyes off Molly.
"I bet you're not even sorry. I bet that you wanted to kill him all along." She accused.
"NO! I didn't want to kill him, I never did!" she pleaded, protests automatically spewing out from her mouth. How could Molly think that she would ever want to kill? Didn't she know her better than that?
"The answer's no, by the way."
Her eyes narrowed and a wave of confusion washed over her, as if trying to clean her but failed. What was the question in the first place?
"I don't know you better than that. I once thought I did. but you proved me over and over again that I don't."
"What are you talking about?" Serena whispered, tears trying to seep through and clouding her line of vision.
"You used to consider me as your best friend. But if that were true, why didn't you tell me that you were Sailor Moon?"
She froze at the sentence and she could swear that she stopped breathing. She did have a point, she hated to admit. She could have told Molly but she didn't. She didn't want to put her in more danger. The negaverse targeted her just because Molly's mother owned a jewelry store. If something happened to her and it was her own fault, she couldn't bear it.
But something did happen to her already. Even if she wasn't injured on the outside. Inside, it was a whole different story. Inside, Molly was like a broken toy. Once she was a happy go lucky junior high school student. Now, with the death of her beloved, she was like a train wreck just waiting to crash any minute. She could self-destruct anytime.
"I couldn't. I wanted to so much. But I." she started, only to be cut off by the piercing pain of Molly's backhand.
She had slapped her. Hard. So hard that she fell down once again and that she could still feel the sting and her bones aching.
She didn't bother getting up. or hiding her tears.
He tiptoed over to the kitchen after silently closing the bedroom door. She had been at his place for over two hours. He didn't know what to do. All his life, he had never been in a situation like this. When he saw Serena, he could literally hear his heart break into pieces every time one of her tears fell down to the ground.
He shook his head, almost violently and slammed the fridge door. Why was he feeling this way? Never had he felt like this about a girl. And this was Serena, for God's sake. She was the clumsy sixteen-year-old girl that always stuffed her face with sweets, that couldn't walk while chewing gum or processing a thought. She was the girl who always bumped into him, the one who's soft skin always caressed him on their daily collision.
He froze. What did he just think?
Another shake of the head. No. He wasn't going to feel this way. no more. Never.
If only he knew then how nearly impossible his resolution would be to accomplish.
She tossed and turned in the bed where she laid. Immediately, she opened her eyes and sat up straightly. She surveyed her surroundings and slowly, she stood up. She walked as if in a trance to the mirror and looked at her vanity.
Her eyes were sunken in. Her hair was tussled and somehow had lost their bright shine. She was not the innocent, naive, young girl anymore. Where she now stood, was just space occupied by matter.
Her fingers roamed around the picture that was on the counter. It was of a couple, probably around their mid-thirties, give or take a few years. The man was tall, that part was obvious. He had the darkest black hair that reflected specks of light where the sun shone down on his head. He had a protective arm around the girl, she supposed it was his girlfriend by the smile on his face. The woman was beautiful. She had auburn hair that went down the her shoulder. Her eyes were magnificent. A flawless midnight blue. Darien must have gotten his eyes from his mother.
'So deep'.
He finally finished the tea he was preparing for Serena when he struck with a powerful headache. He fell down to his knees, clutching his head. With his eyes closed, he struggled for self-control. Gritting his teeth, he was greeted by dark visions.
Her hair was pure gold. The kind of treasure that was sure to be on the other side of the rainbow for those who waited patiently at the end. She looked troubled. Her shaky posture had proven that to him. But there was more. The Princess that had graced his dreams ever since his birth, looked exactly like Serena!
He reached out only to see his hand go through her. Confusion enveloped him in a huge tidal wave when he saw another person coming. It was him! He narrowed his eyes in suspicion. What was going on? Never had he had a vision like this. Usually his visions didn't show him the Princess' face. Now it was Serena!
The man that wore his face, he decided it was an impostor, walked slowly to the Princess. Her body seemed to relax in his mere presence. He, the impostor, wrapped his arms around the beauty from behind. The couple had stood like that for a couple of minutes. That was, until the Princess broke it.
"We have to stop," she started. With visible difficulty, she turned herself around to face him. Her eyes were wet with tears and she didn't try to hide them. She wasn't ashamed of her emotions. At least, not all of them.
"Why?" the look-alike growled. It was evident that anger was consuming him. His hands became stiff and were unmoving.
"You know why Endymion," the Princess whispered, shaking her head. Her small hands wrapped themselves around his large ones.
"Please Serenity, rethink this. I beg of you," he pleaded with begging eyes. He embraced her and it looked like he had no intention of letting go anytime in the next centuries.
That didn't stop Serenity. She roughly backed away from him and held her hand in front of her, silently telling him to not to come any closer. And at that motion, slicing an invisible into his already-crushed heart.
"I love you Serenity. So much that it hurts. I do not care what the consequences are for this love. I just want to be with you. Only you," he declared in an attempt to change her mind. Tears slowly built up to his eyelids but he forced them at bay.
"Do you not love me?" he asked, bowing his head.
Her answer was as quick as a lightning bolt preparing to strike.
"You know I do! But our emotions do not matter. What matters is that we must stop this." "Affair? Do not tell me that what we have is just an affair. That we are making love for the hell of it! Because you know that is not it! We are in love. Never, ever call what we have an affair!" he shouted with the passion of a thousand bloodthirsty savages.
"I was not going to call it that. I do love you Endymion. But like I have stated before, our love is taboo. It is forbidden."
"I do not care. I do not care that you are the Crown Princess of the Moon Kingdom and the heir of the Silver Millennium. I do not care that I can die for thinking of being in love with you. I do not. All I care about is being with the one I love."
"You may not care about dying for me, but I do. I care Endymion. I will not be able to live with myself if you were to die."
The Princess was dead set on her decision. It was obvious that she loved him. With every word she spoke, with every gesture she used, with every emotion she was trying to conceal in her eyes, she loved him.
Just as Endymion was about to reply with another declaration of love, Darien was thrust out of the vision just as easily as he slipped into one.
He slowly got up, as if shielding himself from more painful encounters. He gripped the end of the kitchen counter and pulled himself up. He opened his eyes carefully and took deep, calming breaths in and out. In and out, he repeated the mantra again and again in his mind until it calmed his fast-beating heart.
He looked down at his feet and widened his eyes at the sight of the broken glass that fell when he had. The tea had spilled out and some seeped through his shirt. He quickly moved his legs to go to the washroom when he had bumped into Serena. The two crashed down to the floor with him on top.