Chapter Seven, Tall and Fearless:
Walking up the steps, Amara opened the door to the outers'
house. *Home.* She went into the living room and then went upstairs
and back to her and Michelle's bedroom. She looked through the
door and then stepped in. She went into the bathroom. Michelle
wasn't there. *She probably has to take care of her parents
again,* Amara thought to herself. She sighed and flopped down on
the bed. Sometimes she just wished so badly that she could go
over to Michelle's parents' house and pound them into the
ground. Tell them to wake up and see their daughter and stop
depending on her to take care of them and get them out of all
their messes. Other times she actually felt a bit jealous of
Michelle. At least she had parents. Two parents that stayed the
same and a house that also remained the same. *At least I have
a home now,* Amara thought briefly. A home with her love Michelle
and the one they considered their daughter, Hotaru, and the
mysterious Trista. Still she had never had a home before, so yes
sometimes she was jealous of Michelle. Well all right she had
been to plenty of houses, strung along to a new foster family
practically every year, sometimes monthly. She couldn't even
remember the first two families. The third family had been okay.
The fourth family had been the toughest. The foster dad had
touched Amara in places that she couldn't get out of her head.
She had only been eight years old. Amara cut off that memory. It
was too painful. She banished it from her mind. Yes sometimes she
was jealous of Michelle and the fact that every year, every month
she returned to the same house, but then again it was only a
house. A house somewhat like many of the houses she had stayed
in. Not a home for Michelle. And none of thoses places had been
a home for her either. No, home was this place. Now she and
Michelle finally had a place of their own, a place to call home.
So maybe Michelle and her were both unlucky after all. Amara
sighed and turned on the radio to listen to some music. Music
could always calm her. It was best when it came from Michelle's
violin, but the radio would do for now.
Later she got dressed to go to the race track and get her
mind off things. Eventually Michelle found her, and she joined
Michelle at the restaurant they had agreed to go to.
The waiter came by to ask them what they wanted. "Are you
two girls waiting for anyone else?" the waiter asked.
"Do you see anyone else?" Amara asked sarcastically.
"Well I thought maybe your family or some other friends
might be coming." Amara's eyes narrowed. "No family huh? Sorry
about that," and he ran off.
"Amara you really should give the poor boy a break. How
was he to know that we don't have nice families?"
"People should just stop assuming," grumbled Amara, but a
gentle touch on her arm by her beloved calmed her down.
They ate their meal in silence, each absorbed in her own
thoughts.
That night Amara hung out with the other outers at their
home.
"There's no peanut butter left in the fridge!" yelled the
usually quiet Hotaru.
"Check the bottom shelf towards the very back!" Amara
yelled back as she entered the kitchen.
"So you're finally up? Ah, here it is."
"Yes I'm up. It's Michelle that takes twenty years to get
out of bed in the morning," joked Amara.
Trista nodded her head in agreement as she entered the
kitchen. "So what are you making with peanut butter small one?"
she asked Hotaru in endearment.
"Just a peanut butter and banana sandwich," Hotaru
responded.
"Sounds yummy," mumbled Michelle as she walked into the
kitchen, yawning. She looked at the clock. "What am I doing up
before noon?" she wondered out loud as she saw the digits
reading 10:08 a.m.
"I don't know, but I plan to take advantage of it," Amara
teased, coming up and tickling her love from behind.
"Hey!" Michelle said between giggles. Soon they were both
on the floor rolling around in laughter as Hotaru and Trista
looked back and forth at the scene before them and each other.
Hotaru raised her eyebrows. "They are strange ones,"
Trista commented as she left the kitchen with Hotaru who had her
sandwich in hand.
The next day the outer scouts had an official meeting.
"I call this meeting to order!" Trista commanded as Hotaru,
Michelle, and Amara took their appointed seats for the outer
scouts' meeting.
There have not been any major attacks in awhile,"
Trista observed out loud. The others nodded their heads to
show that they understood and noticed. "Any suggestions on how
we should be prepared?"
"First of all we need to make sure our guards are no less
down than if we had just had an attack. It's easy to almost
forget about our other life when the attacks are few and far
between," said Amara.
The others nodded their heads again in agreement. "So
true," Trista said quietly.
"I say otherwise we just continue with our regular
training and meetings," Amara finished.
Michelle and Hotaru nodded their heads in agreement.
"All right," Trista quietly agreed.
The three sailor soldiers were sitting at home having a
discussion. "Do you think we're missing out on
anything?" Michelle asked.
"Nah," Amara said. "Just girly stuff."
Michelle giggled and leaned her head on Amara's shoulder.
"I'm sure you're right love."
Trista stared at the two of them as she smiled. "You know
you two would have died to be as free as this back in the Moon
Kingdom."
"Tell us about it," Michelle requested.
"Well...there isn't much to tell. Just the usual stuff.
Your parents would not accept two women being in love and
refused to let you see one another."
"Did we eventually win them over?"
"The war started soon afterwards, so who knows. But I
think you would never have been able to win them over to be
honest. They were all such traditionalists back then," Trista
said honestly.
Michelle and Amara grunted in disgust.
"Traditionalists," they both said in disgust.
The next day Amara joined many of the other sailor
soldiers in ice skating.
Darien lifted Raye up into the air and spun her around
on the ice. They were all out for a fun time of ice-skating.
Everyone that is except Serena who was grounded and Amy as well
as Trista who were reading. "Do you think Serena will be
jealous when she hears about this?" Lita asked in a teasing
manner.
Darien dropped Raye, who landed on her butt. "You
better not tell her," Raye hissed.
Lita laughed. "Relax, I won't," she promised. "But it
would be hilarious if I did..."
Raye glared at her. "All right. All right. Calm down,"
Lita said, her hands up in the air.
Amara lifted Michelle into the air and spun her around
longer than Darien. "Ha," Michelle said. "My love is better
than yours," she teased Raye.
Darien blushed and Raye glared at her as she stood up.
Hotaru and Mina were practicing their spins together.
The next day was an all scouts meeting.
"We call this meeting to order!" Luna announced as all
the sailor soldiers sat down in their respective chairs in
human form.
"Really LUna, things have been quiet for awhile. Is it
actually necessary to continue to have all these weekly
meetings?" Mina asked.
"I suppose bimonthly would be enough now," she
reluctantly conceded.
Mina smiled and Serena shouted "Yippee."
"It's nice to finally have some peace," Hotaru
commented. The others nodded their heads in agreement.
Seeing as there were no new events or fears, the
meeting was quickly over.
After the meeting, they all split up. Amara saw
Michelle go off towards the pool with Amy, so she challenged
Lita to a race. Lita gladly accepted.
"On your mark, get set, Go!" Amara exclaimed as she
and Lita took off from their starting points. They were racing
each other, running hard four times around the track to see
who could run a mile fastest. Amara won of course, but Lita
sure gave her a tough win.
"Thanks for the tough competition," Amara said.
Lita bowed to Amara in respect and awe. "Wow you're
probably the only one who could beat me Amara."
"Yeah maybe, but I have a feeling if you had stayed
on the inside part of the track with me that we would have
tied," the tall girl reluctantly admitted.
Lita smiled. "You really think so? Thanks. It's an
honor to be compared to you!" she exclaimed happily. Amara
laughed and smiled as they went their seperate ways home.
It had been a good race Amara decided. Michelle
snuggled into her arms in their large comfy bed, and she
sighed in contentment. She had been through hell with all
those different families, but here she finally had a home,
a family, someone to call her lover. Yes perhaps life had
some meaning after all.
To Be Continued...
Walking up the steps, Amara opened the door to the outers'
house. *Home.* She went into the living room and then went upstairs
and back to her and Michelle's bedroom. She looked through the
door and then stepped in. She went into the bathroom. Michelle
wasn't there. *She probably has to take care of her parents
again,* Amara thought to herself. She sighed and flopped down on
the bed. Sometimes she just wished so badly that she could go
over to Michelle's parents' house and pound them into the
ground. Tell them to wake up and see their daughter and stop
depending on her to take care of them and get them out of all
their messes. Other times she actually felt a bit jealous of
Michelle. At least she had parents. Two parents that stayed the
same and a house that also remained the same. *At least I have
a home now,* Amara thought briefly. A home with her love Michelle
and the one they considered their daughter, Hotaru, and the
mysterious Trista. Still she had never had a home before, so yes
sometimes she was jealous of Michelle. Well all right she had
been to plenty of houses, strung along to a new foster family
practically every year, sometimes monthly. She couldn't even
remember the first two families. The third family had been okay.
The fourth family had been the toughest. The foster dad had
touched Amara in places that she couldn't get out of her head.
She had only been eight years old. Amara cut off that memory. It
was too painful. She banished it from her mind. Yes sometimes she
was jealous of Michelle and the fact that every year, every month
she returned to the same house, but then again it was only a
house. A house somewhat like many of the houses she had stayed
in. Not a home for Michelle. And none of thoses places had been
a home for her either. No, home was this place. Now she and
Michelle finally had a place of their own, a place to call home.
So maybe Michelle and her were both unlucky after all. Amara
sighed and turned on the radio to listen to some music. Music
could always calm her. It was best when it came from Michelle's
violin, but the radio would do for now.
Later she got dressed to go to the race track and get her
mind off things. Eventually Michelle found her, and she joined
Michelle at the restaurant they had agreed to go to.
The waiter came by to ask them what they wanted. "Are you
two girls waiting for anyone else?" the waiter asked.
"Do you see anyone else?" Amara asked sarcastically.
"Well I thought maybe your family or some other friends
might be coming." Amara's eyes narrowed. "No family huh? Sorry
about that," and he ran off.
"Amara you really should give the poor boy a break. How
was he to know that we don't have nice families?"
"People should just stop assuming," grumbled Amara, but a
gentle touch on her arm by her beloved calmed her down.
They ate their meal in silence, each absorbed in her own
thoughts.
That night Amara hung out with the other outers at their
home.
"There's no peanut butter left in the fridge!" yelled the
usually quiet Hotaru.
"Check the bottom shelf towards the very back!" Amara
yelled back as she entered the kitchen.
"So you're finally up? Ah, here it is."
"Yes I'm up. It's Michelle that takes twenty years to get
out of bed in the morning," joked Amara.
Trista nodded her head in agreement as she entered the
kitchen. "So what are you making with peanut butter small one?"
she asked Hotaru in endearment.
"Just a peanut butter and banana sandwich," Hotaru
responded.
"Sounds yummy," mumbled Michelle as she walked into the
kitchen, yawning. She looked at the clock. "What am I doing up
before noon?" she wondered out loud as she saw the digits
reading 10:08 a.m.
"I don't know, but I plan to take advantage of it," Amara
teased, coming up and tickling her love from behind.
"Hey!" Michelle said between giggles. Soon they were both
on the floor rolling around in laughter as Hotaru and Trista
looked back and forth at the scene before them and each other.
Hotaru raised her eyebrows. "They are strange ones,"
Trista commented as she left the kitchen with Hotaru who had her
sandwich in hand.
The next day the outer scouts had an official meeting.
"I call this meeting to order!" Trista commanded as Hotaru,
Michelle, and Amara took their appointed seats for the outer
scouts' meeting.
There have not been any major attacks in awhile,"
Trista observed out loud. The others nodded their heads to
show that they understood and noticed. "Any suggestions on how
we should be prepared?"
"First of all we need to make sure our guards are no less
down than if we had just had an attack. It's easy to almost
forget about our other life when the attacks are few and far
between," said Amara.
The others nodded their heads again in agreement. "So
true," Trista said quietly.
"I say otherwise we just continue with our regular
training and meetings," Amara finished.
Michelle and Hotaru nodded their heads in agreement.
"All right," Trista quietly agreed.
The three sailor soldiers were sitting at home having a
discussion. "Do you think we're missing out on
anything?" Michelle asked.
"Nah," Amara said. "Just girly stuff."
Michelle giggled and leaned her head on Amara's shoulder.
"I'm sure you're right love."
Trista stared at the two of them as she smiled. "You know
you two would have died to be as free as this back in the Moon
Kingdom."
"Tell us about it," Michelle requested.
"Well...there isn't much to tell. Just the usual stuff.
Your parents would not accept two women being in love and
refused to let you see one another."
"Did we eventually win them over?"
"The war started soon afterwards, so who knows. But I
think you would never have been able to win them over to be
honest. They were all such traditionalists back then," Trista
said honestly.
Michelle and Amara grunted in disgust.
"Traditionalists," they both said in disgust.
The next day Amara joined many of the other sailor
soldiers in ice skating.
Darien lifted Raye up into the air and spun her around
on the ice. They were all out for a fun time of ice-skating.
Everyone that is except Serena who was grounded and Amy as well
as Trista who were reading. "Do you think Serena will be
jealous when she hears about this?" Lita asked in a teasing
manner.
Darien dropped Raye, who landed on her butt. "You
better not tell her," Raye hissed.
Lita laughed. "Relax, I won't," she promised. "But it
would be hilarious if I did..."
Raye glared at her. "All right. All right. Calm down,"
Lita said, her hands up in the air.
Amara lifted Michelle into the air and spun her around
longer than Darien. "Ha," Michelle said. "My love is better
than yours," she teased Raye.
Darien blushed and Raye glared at her as she stood up.
Hotaru and Mina were practicing their spins together.
The next day was an all scouts meeting.
"We call this meeting to order!" Luna announced as all
the sailor soldiers sat down in their respective chairs in
human form.
"Really LUna, things have been quiet for awhile. Is it
actually necessary to continue to have all these weekly
meetings?" Mina asked.
"I suppose bimonthly would be enough now," she
reluctantly conceded.
Mina smiled and Serena shouted "Yippee."
"It's nice to finally have some peace," Hotaru
commented. The others nodded their heads in agreement.
Seeing as there were no new events or fears, the
meeting was quickly over.
After the meeting, they all split up. Amara saw
Michelle go off towards the pool with Amy, so she challenged
Lita to a race. Lita gladly accepted.
"On your mark, get set, Go!" Amara exclaimed as she
and Lita took off from their starting points. They were racing
each other, running hard four times around the track to see
who could run a mile fastest. Amara won of course, but Lita
sure gave her a tough win.
"Thanks for the tough competition," Amara said.
Lita bowed to Amara in respect and awe. "Wow you're
probably the only one who could beat me Amara."
"Yeah maybe, but I have a feeling if you had stayed
on the inside part of the track with me that we would have
tied," the tall girl reluctantly admitted.
Lita smiled. "You really think so? Thanks. It's an
honor to be compared to you!" she exclaimed happily. Amara
laughed and smiled as they went their seperate ways home.
It had been a good race Amara decided. Michelle
snuggled into her arms in their large comfy bed, and she
sighed in contentment. She had been through hell with all
those different families, but here she finally had a home,
a family, someone to call her lover. Yes perhaps life had
some meaning after all.
To Be Continued...
