Hello again everyone! Thanks for all of the positive feedback on Lita's Part 1. There were also a lot of requests for part 2, but I haven't written it yet... SORRY!
Anyway, here is Ami's Part 1. This is my least favorite story in the series, since I had a hard time mustering up enough enthusiasm to write this part. I'll send out Mina's and Rei's parts soon.
Enjoy!
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The Legacy of Sailor Moon:
THE UNTOLD STORIES
Ami Mizuno Urawa
"Yes, Mr. Harrison. The annual report will be on your desk Monday morning. Goodbye."
Ami Urawa hung up her silver telephone and sighed. Spinning around in her leather office chair, she turned to stare at the skyscrapers of Metro Tokyo. The sun shone weakly at her through the hazy fog of pollution; its rays glinting off of the cold, black glass windows across from her own.
"When will this day end?"
She blinked wearily and turned back to her heavy oak desk; her eye caught the family portrait framed by her lamp. Ami smiled and lifted closer to her, her eyes tracing the familiar lines of Greg and her children. They were so beautiful, with his hair and her face. Greg held them close, beaming.
"I'll be home soon everyone."
Ami kissed the picture and reluctantly went back to work.
Ami walked through her front door, briefcase in hand.
"Hi all! I'm home!"
Complete silence greeted her.
"Odd..."
Ami shut the door behind her and stepped into the kitchen. A piece of bright blue paper stood put on the spotless countertop.
AMI,
TOOK THE KIDS FOR ICE CREAM AFTER SCHOOL.
I'LL TAKE CARE OF DISHES AGAIN.
GREG
Was it just her imagination, or did he sound angry with her? He didn't even sign the usual 'Love,' before his name.
Ami put down the note and frowned.
How could Greg be so selfish? He knows I have to work a lot, so why does he always complain? Greg must realize how important my career is to me.
Ami glanced at her watch and quickly pushed her problems with Greg to the back of her mind.
"Off to the paperwork," she muttered, heading for her office down the hall.
The Urawa household sat around their dining table to a salmon dinner, quiet as a tomb.
Melanie, Ami and Greg's seven-year-old daughter, piped up suddenly.
"Mommy! I was at the ice cream shop, and daddy let me ride the mechanical horse! Five times!"
Ami looked up from her plate and smiled at her daughter's bright, blue-eyed face.
"That sounds like fun sweetie."
Five-year-old Elliot's eyes glanced up from his peas.
"Daddy got me a big ice cream cone today, mommy, cuz I'm a big boy now!"
"See, Elliot? I always knew-"
The sharp blaring of the telephone stopped Ami midsentence. She pushed back her chair and went to answer it.
"Hello? Oh, hi Mr.Harrison! Why yes, it's going fine. Sure I can explain it to you now.."
After a 15 minute conversation, Ami placed the receiver back on its cradle and returned to her seat.
"Is it possible for you to answer business calls AFTER our little bit of family time, Ami?" Greg asked, coldly.. never looking up from his plate.
Ami stopped and stared at him.
"Greg," she started calmly, "You know how much this deal with Harrison Industries means to me. Is it so terrible to gain my client's trust by answering his calls whenever I can?"
Greg stood up and slammed his fist onto the hard wood of the table.
"No! It's NOT okay! Ami, you haven't been home with us for days, weeks now. You're neglecting me and the children!"
"It's my job, Greg. Of course I'm going to be busy! When all of this is over with Harrison, things will return to normal."
"Things haven't been normal for months now, Ami. Not only do you absorb yourself in your job day in and day out, you never help me out when you ARE home.
After work, I have to pick up the kids and come home to hours of cooking and cleaning... more work! Do you think I don't get exhausted?!"
"But Greg, I only want to further my career-"
"WHY DON'T YOU WORK ON YOUR MARRIAGE FIRST?!"
Greg stormed from the room and slammed the front door behind him, knocking pictures from the walls. Elliot and Melanie stared at their mother with tears in their eyes.
Ami buried her face in her hands and cried.
The Legacy of Sailor Moon:
THE UNTOLD STORIES
Minako Aino
The hot sun bore down on Mina as she stood next to Mr. Casaway, looking at the gathering of people in front of them.
"So, what do you think Mina?"
"Honestly, they all suck. Except for Timothy."
Casaway chuckled.
"Not one for being subtle... you're not just saying that because you think he's handsome?"
Mina turned to her boss and longtime friend and smirked.
"Robert, I'm an actress. I call 'em like I see 'em."
Robert Casaway smiled and went off to bark at stage hands about proper setups. Mina rolled her eyes and continued to study her lengthy script.A dry twig blew through the dusty air and smacked her leg, causing her to yelp in pain.
"Ow! Is it always so hot and dry in Kansas?"
Yes, Minako was in America, playing the role of Violet in a romantic cowboy feature film. Playing a leading lady was becoming too easy for Mina, since she had already been there and done that several times. She was very close to the director, Robert Casaway, with whom she had worked with before and reportedly had had a relationship with at one time. Casaway taught Mina all the tricks of making it in the tough world of entertainment and he trusted her, as much as letting her choose the leading man, Tim, to play the main character, Hank. That was one of Mina's many talents, the uncanny ability to pick a diamond of an actor out of a group of talentless rookies.
Mina skimmed over her script quickly, then walked over to Tim, who had just been told of his new role.
"Congrats, Tim. You did great in the audition."
Timothy blushed to the roots of his sandy hair and stared at his shoes.
"I-I couldn't have done it without you Mina. I'm glad I was able to audition with you!"
Mina grimaced.
"When Casway told me I would be a part of the auditions, he didn't tell me about ALL of the people auditioning. It was pretty hard trying to pretend to be in love with a man who is old enough to be your father."
Tim burst out in laughter.
"They probably heard that the famous Minako Aino would be in it and decided to come try their luck."
"Well, the luck was with you today, Tim." Mina said, a grin on her perfectly made up lips.
Out of nowhere, a huge Harley motorcycle roared onto the set and stopped inches away from them. Tim pulled Mina out of the dust, the both of them coughing furiously.
"What the-" Mina looked up. "YOU!"
The leather-clad biker pulled off his helmet and shook out his wavy brown hair.
"Mina, darling. Nice to see you too."
"Don't darling me, Kirk! You tried to feel me up in the first audition, and when I turned you down, you acted like a two year old and started breaking props and pieces of the set!"
Kirk grinned.
"Looks like you've found your 'Hank' anyway. What a loser... I can see why you picked him. You can't handle a real man like me, can you Mina?"
Kirk grabbed Mina by the hips and yanked her towards him, planting a hard kiss on her mouth. While Mina doubled over coughing and wiped her lips, Kirk revved up the bike and sped away in a cloud of dust. Tim placed a gentle hand on her back.
"You okay? That jerk should be banned from the set!"
Mina glared in the direction of the retreating cloud.
"Kirk and I go way back, Tim. Yeah, he's been in some movies.. even some with me.. but he never had a pivotal role. After quite a few passes at me, he asked me out. I declined his offer. "
"I can see why you did, the idiot."
Mina brushed a strand of long, golden hair from her cheek and continued to glare in the bike's direction.
"Who knows when he'll be back."
Her blue, clear as the sky eyes gazed into his with open affection.
"Hank, you CAN'T leave me at a time like this! You can't leave me alone... alone to a future with Peter!"
His strong arms held her close, quieting her pleas.
"Violet, you have to understand; this is one thing I need to do. For myself AND for the others. They need me Violet."
"I need you, Hank."
A moment of silence fell.
"I'll be back for you."
Hank strode out the door and leapt onto his powerful horse, galloping off into the distance. Violet fell to the floor and sobbed, her heart broken.
"CUT!"
Mina stood up, took a deep breath, and straightened out her old fashioned dress.
"Good job, Mina," the cameraman called, flashing her a thumbs up sign. She grinned and climbed into her trailer where she guzzled water, brushed out the tangles in her hair and checked her mail. A loud knock sounded on her trailer's thin metal door.
"Come in."
A very dusty Timothy pulled himself inside the big trailer.
"Guess what."
"What?"
"Casaway says we're off for the remainder of the day," Tim said, grinning. "Something about rotten weather headed our way. Wanna head into town with me?"
Mina nodded, "Let me change first."
"Ok," Tim crossed his arms and leaned his back against the wall.
Mina cleared her throat.
"Yes?"
"I may be in movies, but that doesn't mean I take off my clothes in front of other people."
Tim's grin widened innocently.
"Guess I'll just have to wait for our big love scene then, eh Violet?"
He left laughing quietly and a red faced Mina headed into her bedroom, pulling a white sundress out of the stuffed closet. She let her thoughts wander.
'I can see that Tim likes me. It's something that innocent flirting and the most professional actor can't hide.'
Mina had been in many bad relationships throughout the years, and she wasn't sure she could handle another nasty, public breakup added to the already long enough list. Mina stepped over to her mirror and applied lipstick. She stared at the woman looking back at her.
'Do I like what I see? Same long blonde hair, same blue eyes, same face.'
She sighed and grabbed her purse.
'Enough of this nonsense, Mina! Get yourself together!'
With one final glimpse in the mirror, she headed out the door and slammed it shut behind her.
Mina loved her car. She had always dreamed of owning a cute, flashy car that she would love to drive. Her gold Mercedes fit the bill. Tim seemed to love it too. He looked around in wonder at the italian leather seats, dvd player, gaming system, computer, 50 disc cd changer, seat massage system and other gadgets of all sorts.
The filming of the movie was held about 10 miles outside of a small town in Kansas to try and keep a lot of curious onlookers from poking around to sneak a peek at the actors and maybe steal a souvenier prop or two.
"Hey... look at those clouds..." Tim said, tearing his gaze away from Mina's dvd collection and pointing out the window at a large cluster of black clouds.
Mina frowned.
"We better get to this town quickly before the rain comes."
A small car blared its horn loudly behind them, then flew past, completely ignoring the speed limit.
"What's the big rush?"
Mina looked in the rearview mirror and saw death, destruction and absolute terror, all compressed into one large, swirling vortex reflected in the glass. A giant black tornado was twisting and dancing towards them, picking up objects and tossing them about like a child throwing his toys. Mina stared, white faced at the sticker on the mirror.
OBJECTS IN MIRROR ARE CLOSER THAN THEY APPEAR.
Anyway, here is Ami's Part 1. This is my least favorite story in the series, since I had a hard time mustering up enough enthusiasm to write this part. I'll send out Mina's and Rei's parts soon.
Enjoy!
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The Legacy of Sailor Moon:
THE UNTOLD STORIES
Ami Mizuno Urawa
"Yes, Mr. Harrison. The annual report will be on your desk Monday morning. Goodbye."
Ami Urawa hung up her silver telephone and sighed. Spinning around in her leather office chair, she turned to stare at the skyscrapers of Metro Tokyo. The sun shone weakly at her through the hazy fog of pollution; its rays glinting off of the cold, black glass windows across from her own.
"When will this day end?"
She blinked wearily and turned back to her heavy oak desk; her eye caught the family portrait framed by her lamp. Ami smiled and lifted closer to her, her eyes tracing the familiar lines of Greg and her children. They were so beautiful, with his hair and her face. Greg held them close, beaming.
"I'll be home soon everyone."
Ami kissed the picture and reluctantly went back to work.
Ami walked through her front door, briefcase in hand.
"Hi all! I'm home!"
Complete silence greeted her.
"Odd..."
Ami shut the door behind her and stepped into the kitchen. A piece of bright blue paper stood put on the spotless countertop.
AMI,
TOOK THE KIDS FOR ICE CREAM AFTER SCHOOL.
I'LL TAKE CARE OF DISHES AGAIN.
GREG
Was it just her imagination, or did he sound angry with her? He didn't even sign the usual 'Love,' before his name.
Ami put down the note and frowned.
How could Greg be so selfish? He knows I have to work a lot, so why does he always complain? Greg must realize how important my career is to me.
Ami glanced at her watch and quickly pushed her problems with Greg to the back of her mind.
"Off to the paperwork," she muttered, heading for her office down the hall.
The Urawa household sat around their dining table to a salmon dinner, quiet as a tomb.
Melanie, Ami and Greg's seven-year-old daughter, piped up suddenly.
"Mommy! I was at the ice cream shop, and daddy let me ride the mechanical horse! Five times!"
Ami looked up from her plate and smiled at her daughter's bright, blue-eyed face.
"That sounds like fun sweetie."
Five-year-old Elliot's eyes glanced up from his peas.
"Daddy got me a big ice cream cone today, mommy, cuz I'm a big boy now!"
"See, Elliot? I always knew-"
The sharp blaring of the telephone stopped Ami midsentence. She pushed back her chair and went to answer it.
"Hello? Oh, hi Mr.Harrison! Why yes, it's going fine. Sure I can explain it to you now.."
After a 15 minute conversation, Ami placed the receiver back on its cradle and returned to her seat.
"Is it possible for you to answer business calls AFTER our little bit of family time, Ami?" Greg asked, coldly.. never looking up from his plate.
Ami stopped and stared at him.
"Greg," she started calmly, "You know how much this deal with Harrison Industries means to me. Is it so terrible to gain my client's trust by answering his calls whenever I can?"
Greg stood up and slammed his fist onto the hard wood of the table.
"No! It's NOT okay! Ami, you haven't been home with us for days, weeks now. You're neglecting me and the children!"
"It's my job, Greg. Of course I'm going to be busy! When all of this is over with Harrison, things will return to normal."
"Things haven't been normal for months now, Ami. Not only do you absorb yourself in your job day in and day out, you never help me out when you ARE home.
After work, I have to pick up the kids and come home to hours of cooking and cleaning... more work! Do you think I don't get exhausted?!"
"But Greg, I only want to further my career-"
"WHY DON'T YOU WORK ON YOUR MARRIAGE FIRST?!"
Greg stormed from the room and slammed the front door behind him, knocking pictures from the walls. Elliot and Melanie stared at their mother with tears in their eyes.
Ami buried her face in her hands and cried.
The Legacy of Sailor Moon:
THE UNTOLD STORIES
Minako Aino
The hot sun bore down on Mina as she stood next to Mr. Casaway, looking at the gathering of people in front of them.
"So, what do you think Mina?"
"Honestly, they all suck. Except for Timothy."
Casaway chuckled.
"Not one for being subtle... you're not just saying that because you think he's handsome?"
Mina turned to her boss and longtime friend and smirked.
"Robert, I'm an actress. I call 'em like I see 'em."
Robert Casaway smiled and went off to bark at stage hands about proper setups. Mina rolled her eyes and continued to study her lengthy script.A dry twig blew through the dusty air and smacked her leg, causing her to yelp in pain.
"Ow! Is it always so hot and dry in Kansas?"
Yes, Minako was in America, playing the role of Violet in a romantic cowboy feature film. Playing a leading lady was becoming too easy for Mina, since she had already been there and done that several times. She was very close to the director, Robert Casaway, with whom she had worked with before and reportedly had had a relationship with at one time. Casaway taught Mina all the tricks of making it in the tough world of entertainment and he trusted her, as much as letting her choose the leading man, Tim, to play the main character, Hank. That was one of Mina's many talents, the uncanny ability to pick a diamond of an actor out of a group of talentless rookies.
Mina skimmed over her script quickly, then walked over to Tim, who had just been told of his new role.
"Congrats, Tim. You did great in the audition."
Timothy blushed to the roots of his sandy hair and stared at his shoes.
"I-I couldn't have done it without you Mina. I'm glad I was able to audition with you!"
Mina grimaced.
"When Casway told me I would be a part of the auditions, he didn't tell me about ALL of the people auditioning. It was pretty hard trying to pretend to be in love with a man who is old enough to be your father."
Tim burst out in laughter.
"They probably heard that the famous Minako Aino would be in it and decided to come try their luck."
"Well, the luck was with you today, Tim." Mina said, a grin on her perfectly made up lips.
Out of nowhere, a huge Harley motorcycle roared onto the set and stopped inches away from them. Tim pulled Mina out of the dust, the both of them coughing furiously.
"What the-" Mina looked up. "YOU!"
The leather-clad biker pulled off his helmet and shook out his wavy brown hair.
"Mina, darling. Nice to see you too."
"Don't darling me, Kirk! You tried to feel me up in the first audition, and when I turned you down, you acted like a two year old and started breaking props and pieces of the set!"
Kirk grinned.
"Looks like you've found your 'Hank' anyway. What a loser... I can see why you picked him. You can't handle a real man like me, can you Mina?"
Kirk grabbed Mina by the hips and yanked her towards him, planting a hard kiss on her mouth. While Mina doubled over coughing and wiped her lips, Kirk revved up the bike and sped away in a cloud of dust. Tim placed a gentle hand on her back.
"You okay? That jerk should be banned from the set!"
Mina glared in the direction of the retreating cloud.
"Kirk and I go way back, Tim. Yeah, he's been in some movies.. even some with me.. but he never had a pivotal role. After quite a few passes at me, he asked me out. I declined his offer. "
"I can see why you did, the idiot."
Mina brushed a strand of long, golden hair from her cheek and continued to glare in the bike's direction.
"Who knows when he'll be back."
Her blue, clear as the sky eyes gazed into his with open affection.
"Hank, you CAN'T leave me at a time like this! You can't leave me alone... alone to a future with Peter!"
His strong arms held her close, quieting her pleas.
"Violet, you have to understand; this is one thing I need to do. For myself AND for the others. They need me Violet."
"I need you, Hank."
A moment of silence fell.
"I'll be back for you."
Hank strode out the door and leapt onto his powerful horse, galloping off into the distance. Violet fell to the floor and sobbed, her heart broken.
"CUT!"
Mina stood up, took a deep breath, and straightened out her old fashioned dress.
"Good job, Mina," the cameraman called, flashing her a thumbs up sign. She grinned and climbed into her trailer where she guzzled water, brushed out the tangles in her hair and checked her mail. A loud knock sounded on her trailer's thin metal door.
"Come in."
A very dusty Timothy pulled himself inside the big trailer.
"Guess what."
"What?"
"Casaway says we're off for the remainder of the day," Tim said, grinning. "Something about rotten weather headed our way. Wanna head into town with me?"
Mina nodded, "Let me change first."
"Ok," Tim crossed his arms and leaned his back against the wall.
Mina cleared her throat.
"Yes?"
"I may be in movies, but that doesn't mean I take off my clothes in front of other people."
Tim's grin widened innocently.
"Guess I'll just have to wait for our big love scene then, eh Violet?"
He left laughing quietly and a red faced Mina headed into her bedroom, pulling a white sundress out of the stuffed closet. She let her thoughts wander.
'I can see that Tim likes me. It's something that innocent flirting and the most professional actor can't hide.'
Mina had been in many bad relationships throughout the years, and she wasn't sure she could handle another nasty, public breakup added to the already long enough list. Mina stepped over to her mirror and applied lipstick. She stared at the woman looking back at her.
'Do I like what I see? Same long blonde hair, same blue eyes, same face.'
She sighed and grabbed her purse.
'Enough of this nonsense, Mina! Get yourself together!'
With one final glimpse in the mirror, she headed out the door and slammed it shut behind her.
Mina loved her car. She had always dreamed of owning a cute, flashy car that she would love to drive. Her gold Mercedes fit the bill. Tim seemed to love it too. He looked around in wonder at the italian leather seats, dvd player, gaming system, computer, 50 disc cd changer, seat massage system and other gadgets of all sorts.
The filming of the movie was held about 10 miles outside of a small town in Kansas to try and keep a lot of curious onlookers from poking around to sneak a peek at the actors and maybe steal a souvenier prop or two.
"Hey... look at those clouds..." Tim said, tearing his gaze away from Mina's dvd collection and pointing out the window at a large cluster of black clouds.
Mina frowned.
"We better get to this town quickly before the rain comes."
A small car blared its horn loudly behind them, then flew past, completely ignoring the speed limit.
"What's the big rush?"
Mina looked in the rearview mirror and saw death, destruction and absolute terror, all compressed into one large, swirling vortex reflected in the glass. A giant black tornado was twisting and dancing towards them, picking up objects and tossing them about like a child throwing his toys. Mina stared, white faced at the sticker on the mirror.
OBJECTS IN MIRROR ARE CLOSER THAN THEY APPEAR.
