2 November 2000- Hi!! Make sure you are relaxed,
and have no pressing matters at hand when you
read this. I hope you won't rush through as you
read this angst-filled story about Mamoru. Enjoy!
-------------------------------------------------
*THE GOLDEN CRYSTAL*
by Mamolove
*Chapter 2*
Literally half-of-Japan away from Tokyo
University Stadium, Setsuna Meioh analysed her
latest task relating to astro-physics, and
studied the digital simulation of the eclipse
that was supposed to happen that day. She was at
the comfort of the home which Haruka, Michiru,
Hotaru and herself shared. Hotaru grew extremely
rapidly ever since she was reborn, and now, the
four of them were like a regular family.
A regular family... That term rang
distant bells in Setsuna's mind. They were not
supposed to transform -- in fact, they
discovered that they couldn't -- until the First
Revelation of Crystal Tokyo occurred.
"First Revelation... What is that, my
Queen?" Setsuna wondered, recapping her
conversation with the Queen. Instead of an
answer, she received a knowing smile from the
great Queen Serenity, mother of Princess
Serenity, the destined ruler of Crystal Tokyo.
"How long has it been anyway? One
millennium? I still can hear her voice.."
Setsuna fondly recalled.
"Are you falling in love with the computer
screen?" Haruka cheekily teased Setsuna.
"I was just remembering the old times.."
Setsuna dreamily replied. It must have been the
tone of her voice that attracted the rest of the
family. Michiru, tenderly stroking Hotaru's
hair, said, "Usagi and her friends?" The
beautiful, tanned genius sitting in front of the
computer nodded. Hotaru smiled, "It's really too
peaceful without them around!"
"So, what do you guys want for lunch?"
Michiru motherly said. "Hmm.. I would just lov-"
Haruka stopped mid-sentence. Suddenly, everyone
gasped simultaneously. Setsuna was gripped with
sudden fear, as the dimension around them
suddenly changed.
All of them felt a terrible disturbance in
their dimension, at the exact moment the full
eclipse occurred. Everything went topsy-turvy, and
Setsuna found herself going dizzy. After some
tense moments which seemed like eternity, their
dimension returned to normal.
"No.. It can't be!" Haruka gasped.
"Some.. *THING*.. broke into our world..."
Michiru shakily said.
"EXACTLY when the eclipse occurred."
Setsuna coldly confirmed, feeling the
terror settling into her heart.
Her scientific mind started making
calculations, recapping and analysing every
detail which they had just experienced. Setsuna
would never doubt her instincts.. She was
Sailor Pluto, the Guardian of Time, and they
were the destined Outer Senshis. Something had
trespassed into Earth and they felt it.
"Hotaru-chan?!"
A chill suddenly ran down her spine, and
Setsuna's eyes were pulled towards the child in
the corner of the room.
Hotaru-chan.
The girl had her eyes closed, as though
in deep concentration. To the sensitive,
beautiful young girl, everything around her
seemed muted, as the only sound she could hear
was a voice. A very familiar voice.
Sailor Saturn. The voice called out to
her.
Hotaru realised what it meant... It was
time.
Light slowly glowed from Hotaru, and the
symbol of Saturn emerged on her forehead. The
same thing happened to Setsuna, Haruka and
Michiru. Feeling the connection to their
birthplanets, all of them converged, revelling in
the surge of their familiar powers.
The great house they lived in was suddenly
silent, as the powerful Outer Senshis awoke....
************************************************
As the real world slowly came back to his
senses, Mamoru tried to immerse himself in his
own fuzzy, silent world again. Finally, after
useless attempts, he gave up, and slowly opened
his eyes. He remained as still as a statue,
staring towards his room's ceiling. Refusing to
move and make a sound, Mamoru kept staring, as
he started remembering what had transpired
yesterday.
I fell like a rock. Embarrassed myself in
front of everybody. Right in front of Usako.
Mamoru closed his eyelids as he pondered
on what happened next.
Heart attack?? Stress?? Bad food?? What
on earth *hit* me?
Thick eyebrows furrowed together as the
still man on the bed thought deeply-- the
attack transpired at the same time the eclipse
occurred. Mamoru stiffened as he recalled the
seizure. Such immense pain... Mamoru was not
even sure whether it was his pain, or Earth's.
The experience was hard to describe-- it was as
though he had two separate bodies, his physical
one, and his....
"...Crap," Mamoru let out a resignated sigh.
He hated being so out of control. For the
whole of his life, Mamoru had always tried to
have some sense of security, but things just
keep spinning out of his fingertips. Mamoru was
amazed with the way Usagi handled it. She seemed
oblivious to evil, oblivious to the horror
threatening her life-- it petrified Mamoru
every time she risked her life as Sailor Moon. It
sickened him that he had no power to help her...
He could only protect, not fight. Not like the
girls.
He hated it. Hated feeling so helpless.
What happened yesterday nearly smashed all
the confidence and security he had recovered
since the time of Galaxia. He had no foresight,
not even a premonition, that his heart would
suddenly constrict into a tiny pulp like that.
It was so painful... Mamoru felt like a pathetic
boy all over again...
Eyelids sprang open, revealing a pair of
tender blue eyes. Mamoru got up from his bed,
and briskly changed into his running attire.
Within moments he was running outside of his
apartment, a jumble of questions filling up his
mind.
After running a good 3 miles, Mamoru
returned to his apartment, got himself a hot
shower, and hastily left for breakfast at
Motoki's cafe. His stomach literally had a life
of its own by the time he arrived, and Mamoru
ignored Motoki's stare as he wolfed down a large
bowl of ramen, 2 sets of sushi and a glass of
milk.
"Talk about treating yourself to
breakfast," Motoki muttered, raising an
eyebrow innocently when Mamoru glanced back at
him. "How are you?" Motoki suddenly turned
serious. Mamoru said nothing till he drank the
last drop of milk.
"I'm fine.... Thanks for your concern,
Motoki." Mamoru said, each sentence
separated by long pauses.
"Mamoru," Motoki paused. Motoki was the
only guy who could call Mamoru by his first
name, and it was the same for Mamoru. Green eyes
stared against blue in hesitation, searching for
the courage to bring up the subject which they both
had tried to forget...
"It happened again... Didn't it?" Motoki
quietly said.
Mamoru blinked and quickly turned away,
directing his gaze towards the traffic outside
Crown Cafe. Deep in his heart, he knew what
Motoki was talking about. He tried ignoring his
friend's voice of reason-- the possibility that
yesterday's seizure was a recurring nightmare
which once transpired years ago.
Many years ago.
"Look, it can't be the same thing,
Motoki," Mamoru said just as quietly. "And don't
you tell Usako about it either," he continued,
glaring at an innocent-looking Motoki. "Must
have been the heat."
"You said Elysion yesterday. You said it
the last time, Mamoru," Motoki pressed harder.
"I said it _is_not_the_same_thing!"
Mamoru shot back in annoyance, his grip
on the cup tightening till his knuckles were
white.
The youth with the blonde hair knew he had
touched a hot button. But it was too familiar to
be coincidental. He was damn worried for
Mamoru-- if it was the same thing.... He was not
going to chicken out or "butt out" in this one.
Mamoru glared back.
Despite their differing characters:
Mamoru-- quietly forceful, serious, and
conscientious; Motoki-- cheerful, playful, and
gracefully flirtatious; both young men shared
a strong friendship, built out of respect and
mutual concern. He knew Motoki was worried.
And he knew they both shared a memory, an
experience, which Mamoru had tried hard to
forget ever since it occurred. He knew what
Motoki was afraid of, alright.
"Motoki... Gomen ...," Mamoru's finally
said. "It's just that I don't see any reason
ANYONE should trouble themselves over
yesterday's incident. Okay?"
Motoki frowned, but eased off as he saw
how sincere Mamoru was. "Hai, Mamoru... But be
careful, okay?" Motoki eventually said.
Mamoru smiled, paid the bill-- after insisting
profusely, and left the cafe.
Motoki looked on till his friend
disappeared from his sight. Inwardly he
grimaced as he recalled what happened to Mamoru
the last time...
Dear Gods, I do hope it *was* because of
the heat yesterday...
Motoki silently prayed as an image of a
black-haired boy collapsing into a dead faint
suddenly reappeared in his mind...
***********************************************
"You said it the last time..."
Motoki's words echoed in the far reaches
of Mamoru's mind. After leaving Crystal Crown
Cafe, Mamoru had decided to go for a stroll in
the park to clear his mind-- anything to make
him forget what Motoki had said.
"It happened again, didn't it?"
Again, his best friend's voice broke his
stupor.
Finally Mamoru gave up the pretence. Hard
blue eyes looked up into the sky, as if cursing
the gods. Or could it be the opposite? Eyes
reflecting the blue sky, they softened, as
though in a helpless plea for release. Something
flickered across them, and for a moment,
Mamoru's eyes went blank. A soft breeze caressed
his face, as though giving comfort to the
reincarnated Prince of Earth.
After the quiet spell, Mamoru shook his
head in a daze, unaware of the minute event that
had taken place.
As the tall, raven-haired man approached
the park, he smiled to himself as the scent
of the trees and grass greeted his senses. It
was like a drug to him, giving him an unexpected
kick, or a gentle caress to ease his soul.
Before this, Mamoru never gave much
thought to his uncanny connection to this
planet. When he was younger, he used to take
them for granted, thinking that everyone else
noticed them as much as he did. Old memories of
his childhood in the orphanage flooded back to
him, tainted with torn edges of sadness and
loneliness that came from the deep maturity and
cynicism neither his peers nor some of the
adults around him possessed.
But as Mamoru reached adulthood, he began
to realise, in mild surprise, that nobody shared
the sensations he felt. Not even the Senshis.
Sure, they'd say how good the grass smell, but
they can't feel the tingle down their spine, or
feel the soft, relaxing feeling of sinking into
the earth, like Mamoru always did.
Usagi was different. His delicate flower,
his beautiful love-- she was inexorably linked
to him, and subsequently, to Earth as
well. Although Usagi was not as strongly
connected as he was, Mamoru was grateful someone
understood the gift and occasional curse he had
but never understood himself. Mamoru smiled fondly as he
thought of the only girl who called him her
"Mamo-chan". The only girl who could break
through the barriers of the remote and revered
sempai, Mamoru Chiba.
Upon reaching the nearby park, Mamoru
stood at a shaded spot, his eyes giving the lake
before him a quick sweep. The brooding youth
thought again of his old friend's words. Ever
since Motoki broached that subject, it troubled
Mamoru deeply-- especially because it reminded
him of "that incident".
That incident.
Mamoru pursed his lips as he recalled the
conversation he had with Motoki that morning...
"You said Elysion yesterday. You said it
the last time, Mamoru...."
"Elysion..." Mamoru threw pebbles as far
as he could into the lake as his photographic
memory brought him back to an incident which a
certain angelic princess of his has yet to know
of.
And which still frightens him to death.
------------------------------------------------
Author's Notes:
What does Motoki know about Mamoru that Usagi
doesn't? What caused Mamoru's eyes to go blank
for that moment? What frightened Mamoru so
terribly? Hope you enjoy the suspense!
*grin* Hey, I'm LABOURING over almost every
single word, just because I'm afraid that
by rushing through I'll compromise THE GOLDEN
CRYSTAL's quality. Thank you, everyone, for
being so patient. *BIG HUG*
I'm currently studying for my final, public
examination (it's a nation-wide exam held
in my country, Malaysia!) and it's
very important to me! Wish me luck in it! I'm
aiming for all distinctions in all 11 subjects,
so hopefully, I'll be able to pursue medicine
and be a doctor like Mamo-chan *grin*!
Your views, opinions, comments and
constructive criticism are much, much, MUCH
welcomed! Please write to me...
THANK YOU so much to those who have taken
their time to write to me previously! Tiffany,
the extent of you being loved is
uncomprehendable. *smile* Sam, good luck in your
sophomore year!! Thank you, Antigone, a friend
whom I deeply admire, for feeding me with
Japanese words like a bowl of cereal *laughs*.
Guys, read Antigone's fics! They are fantastic.
Long live Sidnei-sifu! People, Sidnei's a
fantastic writer too! Ms Lilac Summers, I was
totally floored (flabbergasted actually) when I
received your mail. I could not believe that
*you* actually took the time to tell me you
liked my humble prologue and first chapter!
Thank you very much, Lilac, as it means a lot to
me. (like getting David Duchovny's autograph.
Get the picture?! *LOL*!) ^___^
Selene, Iris, HippieChild, Aurora, Rosy,
and Melissa, thank you so much for your support!
Evee, thanks for making me feel better
with your email *hug*! Sailor US, thanks for
your wonderful mails! And Destiny Rose, I AM
WAITING FOR YOUR STORY!! *hug* You can do it,
girl!
Lastly, to all my readers, I've taken a lot of
pains to achieve the best quality, so I really
hope you enjoyed reading THE GOLDEN CRYSTAL so
far. And now, I hope you'd be kind enough to
understand that Chapter 3 might only come out
in December, after my government examination.
This exam is extremely important to me, and I'm
hoping to garner a scholarship award, hopefully
to study medicine in Cambridge (Sorry, Mamo-
chan, I'd love to go to Harvard like you, but
Harvard doesn't offer scholarships, and a poor
girl like me can't afford it without financial
support! *grin*).
To get more of Mamoru, why don't you check out
"MAMORU FANFICTION" at
http://devoted.to/mamorufanfiction
which happens to be an archive specialising
in Mamoru stories, and which only posts the best
stories of him? Or, if you want to know more
about the guy, go to the shrine I made, "My
Love: MAMORU CHIBA"! ENJOY!
Last but not least: WRITE TO ME! ^_^!
Don't be shy... Don't think that your email
won't make a difference, okay? I'd love to hear
your opinions and thoughts.
Best wishes,
Mamolove
"Mamoru Fanfiction"
http://devoted.to/mamorufanfiction
"My Love: MAMORU CHIBA"
http://devoted.to/mamoruchiba
Sailor Moon is copyright (c) 1992 Naoko
Takeuchi/Kodansha,
TOEI Animation. English Language Adaptation (c)
1995 DIC Entertainment.
and have no pressing matters at hand when you
read this. I hope you won't rush through as you
read this angst-filled story about Mamoru. Enjoy!
-------------------------------------------------
*THE GOLDEN CRYSTAL*
by Mamolove
*Chapter 2*
Literally half-of-Japan away from Tokyo
University Stadium, Setsuna Meioh analysed her
latest task relating to astro-physics, and
studied the digital simulation of the eclipse
that was supposed to happen that day. She was at
the comfort of the home which Haruka, Michiru,
Hotaru and herself shared. Hotaru grew extremely
rapidly ever since she was reborn, and now, the
four of them were like a regular family.
A regular family... That term rang
distant bells in Setsuna's mind. They were not
supposed to transform -- in fact, they
discovered that they couldn't -- until the First
Revelation of Crystal Tokyo occurred.
"First Revelation... What is that, my
Queen?" Setsuna wondered, recapping her
conversation with the Queen. Instead of an
answer, she received a knowing smile from the
great Queen Serenity, mother of Princess
Serenity, the destined ruler of Crystal Tokyo.
"How long has it been anyway? One
millennium? I still can hear her voice.."
Setsuna fondly recalled.
"Are you falling in love with the computer
screen?" Haruka cheekily teased Setsuna.
"I was just remembering the old times.."
Setsuna dreamily replied. It must have been the
tone of her voice that attracted the rest of the
family. Michiru, tenderly stroking Hotaru's
hair, said, "Usagi and her friends?" The
beautiful, tanned genius sitting in front of the
computer nodded. Hotaru smiled, "It's really too
peaceful without them around!"
"So, what do you guys want for lunch?"
Michiru motherly said. "Hmm.. I would just lov-"
Haruka stopped mid-sentence. Suddenly, everyone
gasped simultaneously. Setsuna was gripped with
sudden fear, as the dimension around them
suddenly changed.
All of them felt a terrible disturbance in
their dimension, at the exact moment the full
eclipse occurred. Everything went topsy-turvy, and
Setsuna found herself going dizzy. After some
tense moments which seemed like eternity, their
dimension returned to normal.
"No.. It can't be!" Haruka gasped.
"Some.. *THING*.. broke into our world..."
Michiru shakily said.
"EXACTLY when the eclipse occurred."
Setsuna coldly confirmed, feeling the
terror settling into her heart.
Her scientific mind started making
calculations, recapping and analysing every
detail which they had just experienced. Setsuna
would never doubt her instincts.. She was
Sailor Pluto, the Guardian of Time, and they
were the destined Outer Senshis. Something had
trespassed into Earth and they felt it.
"Hotaru-chan?!"
A chill suddenly ran down her spine, and
Setsuna's eyes were pulled towards the child in
the corner of the room.
Hotaru-chan.
The girl had her eyes closed, as though
in deep concentration. To the sensitive,
beautiful young girl, everything around her
seemed muted, as the only sound she could hear
was a voice. A very familiar voice.
Sailor Saturn. The voice called out to
her.
Hotaru realised what it meant... It was
time.
Light slowly glowed from Hotaru, and the
symbol of Saturn emerged on her forehead. The
same thing happened to Setsuna, Haruka and
Michiru. Feeling the connection to their
birthplanets, all of them converged, revelling in
the surge of their familiar powers.
The great house they lived in was suddenly
silent, as the powerful Outer Senshis awoke....
************************************************
As the real world slowly came back to his
senses, Mamoru tried to immerse himself in his
own fuzzy, silent world again. Finally, after
useless attempts, he gave up, and slowly opened
his eyes. He remained as still as a statue,
staring towards his room's ceiling. Refusing to
move and make a sound, Mamoru kept staring, as
he started remembering what had transpired
yesterday.
I fell like a rock. Embarrassed myself in
front of everybody. Right in front of Usako.
Mamoru closed his eyelids as he pondered
on what happened next.
Heart attack?? Stress?? Bad food?? What
on earth *hit* me?
Thick eyebrows furrowed together as the
still man on the bed thought deeply-- the
attack transpired at the same time the eclipse
occurred. Mamoru stiffened as he recalled the
seizure. Such immense pain... Mamoru was not
even sure whether it was his pain, or Earth's.
The experience was hard to describe-- it was as
though he had two separate bodies, his physical
one, and his....
"...Crap," Mamoru let out a resignated sigh.
He hated being so out of control. For the
whole of his life, Mamoru had always tried to
have some sense of security, but things just
keep spinning out of his fingertips. Mamoru was
amazed with the way Usagi handled it. She seemed
oblivious to evil, oblivious to the horror
threatening her life-- it petrified Mamoru
every time she risked her life as Sailor Moon. It
sickened him that he had no power to help her...
He could only protect, not fight. Not like the
girls.
He hated it. Hated feeling so helpless.
What happened yesterday nearly smashed all
the confidence and security he had recovered
since the time of Galaxia. He had no foresight,
not even a premonition, that his heart would
suddenly constrict into a tiny pulp like that.
It was so painful... Mamoru felt like a pathetic
boy all over again...
Eyelids sprang open, revealing a pair of
tender blue eyes. Mamoru got up from his bed,
and briskly changed into his running attire.
Within moments he was running outside of his
apartment, a jumble of questions filling up his
mind.
After running a good 3 miles, Mamoru
returned to his apartment, got himself a hot
shower, and hastily left for breakfast at
Motoki's cafe. His stomach literally had a life
of its own by the time he arrived, and Mamoru
ignored Motoki's stare as he wolfed down a large
bowl of ramen, 2 sets of sushi and a glass of
milk.
"Talk about treating yourself to
breakfast," Motoki muttered, raising an
eyebrow innocently when Mamoru glanced back at
him. "How are you?" Motoki suddenly turned
serious. Mamoru said nothing till he drank the
last drop of milk.
"I'm fine.... Thanks for your concern,
Motoki." Mamoru said, each sentence
separated by long pauses.
"Mamoru," Motoki paused. Motoki was the
only guy who could call Mamoru by his first
name, and it was the same for Mamoru. Green eyes
stared against blue in hesitation, searching for
the courage to bring up the subject which they both
had tried to forget...
"It happened again... Didn't it?" Motoki
quietly said.
Mamoru blinked and quickly turned away,
directing his gaze towards the traffic outside
Crown Cafe. Deep in his heart, he knew what
Motoki was talking about. He tried ignoring his
friend's voice of reason-- the possibility that
yesterday's seizure was a recurring nightmare
which once transpired years ago.
Many years ago.
"Look, it can't be the same thing,
Motoki," Mamoru said just as quietly. "And don't
you tell Usako about it either," he continued,
glaring at an innocent-looking Motoki. "Must
have been the heat."
"You said Elysion yesterday. You said it
the last time, Mamoru," Motoki pressed harder.
"I said it _is_not_the_same_thing!"
Mamoru shot back in annoyance, his grip
on the cup tightening till his knuckles were
white.
The youth with the blonde hair knew he had
touched a hot button. But it was too familiar to
be coincidental. He was damn worried for
Mamoru-- if it was the same thing.... He was not
going to chicken out or "butt out" in this one.
Mamoru glared back.
Despite their differing characters:
Mamoru-- quietly forceful, serious, and
conscientious; Motoki-- cheerful, playful, and
gracefully flirtatious; both young men shared
a strong friendship, built out of respect and
mutual concern. He knew Motoki was worried.
And he knew they both shared a memory, an
experience, which Mamoru had tried hard to
forget ever since it occurred. He knew what
Motoki was afraid of, alright.
"Motoki... Gomen ...," Mamoru's finally
said. "It's just that I don't see any reason
ANYONE should trouble themselves over
yesterday's incident. Okay?"
Motoki frowned, but eased off as he saw
how sincere Mamoru was. "Hai, Mamoru... But be
careful, okay?" Motoki eventually said.
Mamoru smiled, paid the bill-- after insisting
profusely, and left the cafe.
Motoki looked on till his friend
disappeared from his sight. Inwardly he
grimaced as he recalled what happened to Mamoru
the last time...
Dear Gods, I do hope it *was* because of
the heat yesterday...
Motoki silently prayed as an image of a
black-haired boy collapsing into a dead faint
suddenly reappeared in his mind...
***********************************************
"You said it the last time..."
Motoki's words echoed in the far reaches
of Mamoru's mind. After leaving Crystal Crown
Cafe, Mamoru had decided to go for a stroll in
the park to clear his mind-- anything to make
him forget what Motoki had said.
"It happened again, didn't it?"
Again, his best friend's voice broke his
stupor.
Finally Mamoru gave up the pretence. Hard
blue eyes looked up into the sky, as if cursing
the gods. Or could it be the opposite? Eyes
reflecting the blue sky, they softened, as
though in a helpless plea for release. Something
flickered across them, and for a moment,
Mamoru's eyes went blank. A soft breeze caressed
his face, as though giving comfort to the
reincarnated Prince of Earth.
After the quiet spell, Mamoru shook his
head in a daze, unaware of the minute event that
had taken place.
As the tall, raven-haired man approached
the park, he smiled to himself as the scent
of the trees and grass greeted his senses. It
was like a drug to him, giving him an unexpected
kick, or a gentle caress to ease his soul.
Before this, Mamoru never gave much
thought to his uncanny connection to this
planet. When he was younger, he used to take
them for granted, thinking that everyone else
noticed them as much as he did. Old memories of
his childhood in the orphanage flooded back to
him, tainted with torn edges of sadness and
loneliness that came from the deep maturity and
cynicism neither his peers nor some of the
adults around him possessed.
But as Mamoru reached adulthood, he began
to realise, in mild surprise, that nobody shared
the sensations he felt. Not even the Senshis.
Sure, they'd say how good the grass smell, but
they can't feel the tingle down their spine, or
feel the soft, relaxing feeling of sinking into
the earth, like Mamoru always did.
Usagi was different. His delicate flower,
his beautiful love-- she was inexorably linked
to him, and subsequently, to Earth as
well. Although Usagi was not as strongly
connected as he was, Mamoru was grateful someone
understood the gift and occasional curse he had
but never understood himself. Mamoru smiled fondly as he
thought of the only girl who called him her
"Mamo-chan". The only girl who could break
through the barriers of the remote and revered
sempai, Mamoru Chiba.
Upon reaching the nearby park, Mamoru
stood at a shaded spot, his eyes giving the lake
before him a quick sweep. The brooding youth
thought again of his old friend's words. Ever
since Motoki broached that subject, it troubled
Mamoru deeply-- especially because it reminded
him of "that incident".
That incident.
Mamoru pursed his lips as he recalled the
conversation he had with Motoki that morning...
"You said Elysion yesterday. You said it
the last time, Mamoru...."
"Elysion..." Mamoru threw pebbles as far
as he could into the lake as his photographic
memory brought him back to an incident which a
certain angelic princess of his has yet to know
of.
And which still frightens him to death.
------------------------------------------------
Author's Notes:
What does Motoki know about Mamoru that Usagi
doesn't? What caused Mamoru's eyes to go blank
for that moment? What frightened Mamoru so
terribly? Hope you enjoy the suspense!
*grin* Hey, I'm LABOURING over almost every
single word, just because I'm afraid that
by rushing through I'll compromise THE GOLDEN
CRYSTAL's quality. Thank you, everyone, for
being so patient. *BIG HUG*
I'm currently studying for my final, public
examination (it's a nation-wide exam held
in my country, Malaysia!) and it's
very important to me! Wish me luck in it! I'm
aiming for all distinctions in all 11 subjects,
so hopefully, I'll be able to pursue medicine
and be a doctor like Mamo-chan *grin*!
Your views, opinions, comments and
constructive criticism are much, much, MUCH
welcomed! Please write to me...
THANK YOU so much to those who have taken
their time to write to me previously! Tiffany,
the extent of you being loved is
uncomprehendable. *smile* Sam, good luck in your
sophomore year!! Thank you, Antigone, a friend
whom I deeply admire, for feeding me with
Japanese words like a bowl of cereal *laughs*.
Guys, read Antigone's fics! They are fantastic.
Long live Sidnei-sifu! People, Sidnei's a
fantastic writer too! Ms Lilac Summers, I was
totally floored (flabbergasted actually) when I
received your mail. I could not believe that
*you* actually took the time to tell me you
liked my humble prologue and first chapter!
Thank you very much, Lilac, as it means a lot to
me. (like getting David Duchovny's autograph.
Get the picture?! *LOL*!) ^___^
Selene, Iris, HippieChild, Aurora, Rosy,
and Melissa, thank you so much for your support!
Evee, thanks for making me feel better
with your email *hug*! Sailor US, thanks for
your wonderful mails! And Destiny Rose, I AM
WAITING FOR YOUR STORY!! *hug* You can do it,
girl!
Lastly, to all my readers, I've taken a lot of
pains to achieve the best quality, so I really
hope you enjoyed reading THE GOLDEN CRYSTAL so
far. And now, I hope you'd be kind enough to
understand that Chapter 3 might only come out
in December, after my government examination.
This exam is extremely important to me, and I'm
hoping to garner a scholarship award, hopefully
to study medicine in Cambridge (Sorry, Mamo-
chan, I'd love to go to Harvard like you, but
Harvard doesn't offer scholarships, and a poor
girl like me can't afford it without financial
support! *grin*).
To get more of Mamoru, why don't you check out
"MAMORU FANFICTION" at
http://devoted.to/mamorufanfiction
which happens to be an archive specialising
in Mamoru stories, and which only posts the best
stories of him? Or, if you want to know more
about the guy, go to the shrine I made, "My
Love: MAMORU CHIBA"! ENJOY!
Last but not least: WRITE TO ME! ^_^!
Don't be shy... Don't think that your email
won't make a difference, okay? I'd love to hear
your opinions and thoughts.
Best wishes,
Mamolove
"Mamoru Fanfiction"
http://devoted.to/mamorufanfiction
"My Love: MAMORU CHIBA"
http://devoted.to/mamoruchiba
Sailor Moon is copyright (c) 1992 Naoko
Takeuchi/Kodansha,
TOEI Animation. English Language Adaptation (c)
1995 DIC Entertainment.