Ami threw down her pencil in frustration.
Her fingers were aching to draw the face of the man she'd run from,
but his image simply wouldn't come to her.
Closing her eyes, she once again attempted to visualise the man who
had terrified her so. She knew he was taller than her, she knew
he was blonde, she was certain he had green eyes...
But Ami couldn't put them all together to form the terrifyingly
wonderful man.
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==A Face to Fear==
---Chapter Two---
(By Shullerina)
(shullerina@hotmail.com)
Oh, and Sailor Moon is not mine, and I never said it was.
(PG-13)
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'Ne, Ami-chan, what are you drawing?'
Ami looked at Usagi, mentally shaking off her distraction,
'Nothing really, Usagi-chan... just... sketching...'
Minako smiled at Ami eagerly, 'Can I see?'
Ami blushed slightly, glancing down at the pad in her lap, 'It's
really nothing Minako, not even something, just lines on paper...
not worth looking at, worthless...' Her voice tapered off.
Worthless...
Usagi began to eagerly chatter to Minako about the night she had
planned with Mamoru, Minako nodded and smiled. But her attention
was on Ami.
Usagi had passed off Ami's departure from the conversation as a usual
occurence. Indeed, Ami often did stagger to a stop in the middle of
sentences, her words unable to keep up with the furious rate her mind
set, but Minako felt this was different.
They weren't talking about anything particularly intellectual, they
hadn't been talking about anything particularly anything. They'd been
talking about Ami's drawing...
But somehow Minako realised that wasn't what now occupied her mind.
'Ami-chan?'
Ami's dark lashes lifted away from her blue eyes as she looked up at
Minako.
'Yes Minako?'
Minako was oddly pensive, 'Are you ok?'
'Of course she's ok!' Usagi said cheerfully, 'Ami's always ok.
Aren't you Ami-chan?' Usagi's face lost her smile, and became almost
sly, 'Is it boy trouble? Hmm,' Usagi giggled almost maniacly, 'You
can tell me old pal, have you found a boy on the in-ter-net?'
Ami blushed madly, 'Usagi!'
Usagi sighed, 'Ah, Ami-chan, you're no fun... Don't you want a
boyfriend?'
Ami smiled, almost sadly noted Minako, 'I don't have time for a
boyfriend Usagi-chan.'
Ami sat at a booth at the Crown Arcade, she was half-heartedly
skimming over the pages of her advanced calc. text book, but soon
realised she'd read the same paragraph four times. She sipped at
her lemonade spider, absently listening to Usagi and Makoto argue
about what route to take in the latest Sailor V game.
'When you get to the den of thieves, you should sneak around the side,
and that way you get to attack the leader from behind...
'Oh, Mako-chan, a full frontal attack is what's needed, take them all
by surprise...
Ami shook her head, smiling slightly, knowing that Minako was sure to
join in at some point, proclaiming that 'as Sailor V' she knew
exactly which route to take, and they were both wrong.
As Minako began to do just that, Ami glanced towards the sliding glass
doors of the Crown Arcade and her breath caught in her throat.
Framed in the doorway, with the sun low in the sky behind him... was
it him?
Ami shakily put her spider down on the table, and then wiped her
suddenly sweaty hands on the serviette on the table beside her glass.
She clenched them into fists, steeling herself to raise one to shield
her eyes soshe could see if it was truly him. Her hands shook as she
drew in a long, slightly labored breath. The silhouette she was
presented with was just as she remembered, surely it was him?
'Ne, Ami-chan, am I right, or am I right?'
Minako laid a hand on Ami's shoulder, causing her to look up at the
blonde,
'He?'
'Because I actually am Sailor V, naturally, I'm going to be best at
the game.'
'Actually Minako, because I have better logic skills, and going on
past experience, I'm going to be best at the game.'
Ami blinked, surprised by how easily she'd been distracted from her
goal.
She slowly turned back to the doorway, half hoping he was gone...
He was.
Her fingers were aching to draw the face of the man she'd run from,
but his image simply wouldn't come to her.
Closing her eyes, she once again attempted to visualise the man who
had terrified her so. She knew he was taller than her, she knew
he was blonde, she was certain he had green eyes...
But Ami couldn't put them all together to form the terrifyingly
wonderful man.
--------------------------------------------------------------------
==A Face to Fear==
---Chapter Two---
(By Shullerina)
(shullerina@hotmail.com)
Oh, and Sailor Moon is not mine, and I never said it was.
(PG-13)
--------------------------------------------------------------------
'Ne, Ami-chan, what are you drawing?'
Ami looked at Usagi, mentally shaking off her distraction,
'Nothing really, Usagi-chan... just... sketching...'
Minako smiled at Ami eagerly, 'Can I see?'
Ami blushed slightly, glancing down at the pad in her lap, 'It's
really nothing Minako, not even something, just lines on paper...
not worth looking at, worthless...' Her voice tapered off.
Worthless...
Usagi began to eagerly chatter to Minako about the night she had
planned with Mamoru, Minako nodded and smiled. But her attention
was on Ami.
Usagi had passed off Ami's departure from the conversation as a usual
occurence. Indeed, Ami often did stagger to a stop in the middle of
sentences, her words unable to keep up with the furious rate her mind
set, but Minako felt this was different.
They weren't talking about anything particularly intellectual, they
hadn't been talking about anything particularly anything. They'd been
talking about Ami's drawing...
But somehow Minako realised that wasn't what now occupied her mind.
'Ami-chan?'
Ami's dark lashes lifted away from her blue eyes as she looked up at
Minako.
'Yes Minako?'
Minako was oddly pensive, 'Are you ok?'
'Of course she's ok!' Usagi said cheerfully, 'Ami's always ok.
Aren't you Ami-chan?' Usagi's face lost her smile, and became almost
sly, 'Is it boy trouble? Hmm,' Usagi giggled almost maniacly, 'You
can tell me old pal, have you found a boy on the in-ter-net?'
Ami blushed madly, 'Usagi!'
Usagi sighed, 'Ah, Ami-chan, you're no fun... Don't you want a
boyfriend?'
Ami smiled, almost sadly noted Minako, 'I don't have time for a
boyfriend Usagi-chan.'
Ami sat at a booth at the Crown Arcade, she was half-heartedly
skimming over the pages of her advanced calc. text book, but soon
realised she'd read the same paragraph four times. She sipped at
her lemonade spider, absently listening to Usagi and Makoto argue
about what route to take in the latest Sailor V game.
'When you get to the den of thieves, you should sneak around the side,
and that way you get to attack the leader from behind...
'Oh, Mako-chan, a full frontal attack is what's needed, take them all
by surprise...
Ami shook her head, smiling slightly, knowing that Minako was sure to
join in at some point, proclaiming that 'as Sailor V' she knew
exactly which route to take, and they were both wrong.
As Minako began to do just that, Ami glanced towards the sliding glass
doors of the Crown Arcade and her breath caught in her throat.
Framed in the doorway, with the sun low in the sky behind him... was
it him?
Ami shakily put her spider down on the table, and then wiped her
suddenly sweaty hands on the serviette on the table beside her glass.
She clenched them into fists, steeling herself to raise one to shield
her eyes soshe could see if it was truly him. Her hands shook as she
drew in a long, slightly labored breath. The silhouette she was
presented with was just as she remembered, surely it was him?
'Ne, Ami-chan, am I right, or am I right?'
Minako laid a hand on Ami's shoulder, causing her to look up at the
blonde,
'He?'
'Because I actually am Sailor V, naturally, I'm going to be best at
the game.'
'Actually Minako, because I have better logic skills, and going on
past experience, I'm going to be best at the game.'
Ami blinked, surprised by how easily she'd been distracted from her
goal.
She slowly turned back to the doorway, half hoping he was gone...
He was.