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==A Face to Fear==
---Chapter Three---
(By Shullerina)
(shullerina@hotmail.com)
Oh, and Sailor Moon is not mine, and I never said it was.
(PG-13)
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'That's it,' said Ami, stepping away from the Sailor V game, 'I have
to study, I've a calc test in two days, and I haven't been able to
concentrate all week.'
'Ami-chan, you can't leave now, you gotta watch me beat your score!'
'I'll believe it when I see it.'
'Exactly, that's why you gotta stay!'
'No, Minako, I'm going to the library,' Ami looked at Minako slyly,
'Come to think of it, don't you have an English test tomorrow,
maybe you should come with me....'
Minako backed off straight away, 'Umm, actually, y'know, this is just
my break from studying, y'know, to keep the blood circulation going
and everything... he he'
'Ok, I guess I'll see you all later then.'
As Ami headed out the glass doors of the Arcade, the golden haired man
watched her pull her books close to her chest, like a shield against
the terror that was the rest of the world. He moved to follow her through
the crowds of people on the Sunday paths. He watched her skim gently
between people, finding the spaces, not forcing her way through, as he
shadowed her steps. She was like a dancer on the ice, balanced, poised,
gliding past her obstacles.
Ami shivered, and looked back sharply over her shoulder. Was he still
around? She wondered, still not sure that the man she'd seen in the
doors of the arcade was the one who had chased her and now flew through
her thoughts.
Ami held her books even tighter, and quickened her step, desiring a safe
haven to hide herself from him.
Ami settled herself into the hard chair, trying to relax in the library.
She flipped open her calculus text book and located the pages she needed
to know for the test... Her eyes darted about the area she was in,
checking all the entrances she could see from her chair. Was somebody
there, behind that display cabinet, or over there?
Ami looked over her shoulder, unable to shake the feeling she was being
watched.
'I'm sooo paranoid... I'm letting my imagination get the better of me...'
She shifted slightly, attempting to calm herself. she glanced furtively
to her right.
'This is ridiculous, ' Ami said to herself, standing with a groan, 'I'll
never get anything done....'
A rustle came from behind that disply cabinet, Ami stared at it hard....
Slowly, she prowled towards it, her eyes flicking from left to right,
checking for other enemies.
She spun around the cabinet, 'AH a....'
There wasn't anybody there.... Ami grinned to herself sheepishly,
what a silly she was, stalking imaginary creatures in the wilds of the
library.
'Yeah, that's me,' she thought, 'Big tough senshi, jumping at nothing.'
She strolled back to her table, still shaking her head and glancing around
to see if anyone had observed her ridiculous behaviour.
She sat down at her table, pulling her book closer as she settled herself
into her chair. Ami reached for her pen, keeping her eyes on the text as
she groped for her ballpoint.
She froze as her fingers closed on her pen. There was someone sitting
across from her, someone who hadn't been there before she'd checked the
display cabinet.
Ami tried to spring from her chair, to flee the room that was no longer
safe for her to be in.
But he had her. His long, slim fingers closed hard around her wrist,
not tight enough to hurt, but enough so Ami could not break his hold.
Ami's eyes were fixed on his hand holding her wrist. It was him, she
knew it was. She took in a shaky breath, unable to look away from the
hand that was holding her captive.
He spoke her name again,
'Ami...'
His voice... so familiar, so frightening... She didn't want to see,
didn't want to know.
'Pleae Ami, look at me...'
Ami clenched her eyes shut, her teeth closing on her lower lip.
'Why is he hunting me?' she thought frantically, 'What does he want?'
'Ami, just give me a chance to tell you...'
It was a beautiful voice, surely a man with such a wonderful voice
could not be dangerous, would be a beautiful man.
Why couldn't she look at him?
'Ami, you must look at me!'
He reached out with his other hand, and lay it gently along the
side of her face.
'Please...'
Suprisingly, Ami found herself leaning against his almost caress.
'Look up Ami...'
And so…
She did.
==A Face to Fear==
---Chapter Three---
(By Shullerina)
(shullerina@hotmail.com)
Oh, and Sailor Moon is not mine, and I never said it was.
(PG-13)
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'That's it,' said Ami, stepping away from the Sailor V game, 'I have
to study, I've a calc test in two days, and I haven't been able to
concentrate all week.'
'Ami-chan, you can't leave now, you gotta watch me beat your score!'
'I'll believe it when I see it.'
'Exactly, that's why you gotta stay!'
'No, Minako, I'm going to the library,' Ami looked at Minako slyly,
'Come to think of it, don't you have an English test tomorrow,
maybe you should come with me....'
Minako backed off straight away, 'Umm, actually, y'know, this is just
my break from studying, y'know, to keep the blood circulation going
and everything... he he'
'Ok, I guess I'll see you all later then.'
As Ami headed out the glass doors of the Arcade, the golden haired man
watched her pull her books close to her chest, like a shield against
the terror that was the rest of the world. He moved to follow her through
the crowds of people on the Sunday paths. He watched her skim gently
between people, finding the spaces, not forcing her way through, as he
shadowed her steps. She was like a dancer on the ice, balanced, poised,
gliding past her obstacles.
Ami shivered, and looked back sharply over her shoulder. Was he still
around? She wondered, still not sure that the man she'd seen in the
doors of the arcade was the one who had chased her and now flew through
her thoughts.
Ami held her books even tighter, and quickened her step, desiring a safe
haven to hide herself from him.
Ami settled herself into the hard chair, trying to relax in the library.
She flipped open her calculus text book and located the pages she needed
to know for the test... Her eyes darted about the area she was in,
checking all the entrances she could see from her chair. Was somebody
there, behind that display cabinet, or over there?
Ami looked over her shoulder, unable to shake the feeling she was being
watched.
'I'm sooo paranoid... I'm letting my imagination get the better of me...'
She shifted slightly, attempting to calm herself. she glanced furtively
to her right.
'This is ridiculous, ' Ami said to herself, standing with a groan, 'I'll
never get anything done....'
A rustle came from behind that disply cabinet, Ami stared at it hard....
Slowly, she prowled towards it, her eyes flicking from left to right,
checking for other enemies.
She spun around the cabinet, 'AH a....'
There wasn't anybody there.... Ami grinned to herself sheepishly,
what a silly she was, stalking imaginary creatures in the wilds of the
library.
'Yeah, that's me,' she thought, 'Big tough senshi, jumping at nothing.'
She strolled back to her table, still shaking her head and glancing around
to see if anyone had observed her ridiculous behaviour.
She sat down at her table, pulling her book closer as she settled herself
into her chair. Ami reached for her pen, keeping her eyes on the text as
she groped for her ballpoint.
She froze as her fingers closed on her pen. There was someone sitting
across from her, someone who hadn't been there before she'd checked the
display cabinet.
Ami tried to spring from her chair, to flee the room that was no longer
safe for her to be in.
But he had her. His long, slim fingers closed hard around her wrist,
not tight enough to hurt, but enough so Ami could not break his hold.
Ami's eyes were fixed on his hand holding her wrist. It was him, she
knew it was. She took in a shaky breath, unable to look away from the
hand that was holding her captive.
He spoke her name again,
'Ami...'
His voice... so familiar, so frightening... She didn't want to see,
didn't want to know.
'Pleae Ami, look at me...'
Ami clenched her eyes shut, her teeth closing on her lower lip.
'Why is he hunting me?' she thought frantically, 'What does he want?'
'Ami, just give me a chance to tell you...'
It was a beautiful voice, surely a man with such a wonderful voice
could not be dangerous, would be a beautiful man.
Why couldn't she look at him?
'Ami, you must look at me!'
He reached out with his other hand, and lay it gently along the
side of her face.
'Please...'
Suprisingly, Ami found herself leaning against his almost caress.
'Look up Ami...'
And so…
She did.