This is for those three wonderful people who reviewed the first chapter. I
cal tell you this, the story is done. But once you have read the whole
thing, you may be up in arms. You'll see. Please, keep reading though.
Oh, and keep reviewing too. There are ten chapters, if I can get enough
reviews then I'll post the next one. Its one of those cause and effect
things.......
The Living Dream
By: Rena Cresten
Chapter 2
Rated: PG
Disclaimers: I don't own the characters of Sailor Moon, don't claim to. I don't own Crystal Tokyo, don't claim that either. But the story itself is mine. So please don't use it for anything without asking me first.
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Morning came and went and I didn't move. I watched the sun, the moon, the stars. And listened to people pound on my door, trying to get me to open it. I knew what they were saying. They thought I was finally going crazy. How little I had lived over the last two hundred years had worried them all. They thought that some day I would lose it and finally fall into the oblivion of insanity.
Little did they know I had heard their conversations and they had nothing to worry about. I hadn't the care to live, let alone the care to die. They had talked and whispered when they thought I wasn't near, when they thought I had left the room. The pain from their words was nothing to be compared to the pain that I felt now.
He had come back.
Through pain and death and a world of desolation, he had come back to me. Fought the wane and ebb of two wars, the dividing and reconciliation of nations, the weather and terrain of this world to come back to me. Perhaps that is what took him years. Perhaps it wasn't an outside force after all ...
Weeks after his first visit I came out into my world again. Talking to people, walking from place to place, taking a tension filled stroll with Raye, everything that I use to do. But I saw the world around me. I saw for once what my kingdom had become.
And I was sick.
There was pain and disease, slums where people lived that didn't make enough money to supply themselves. And those slums were full of almost every person in my kingdom. No one could pay, and everyone was unhappy.
My kingdom was unhappy!!!!
I felt the tears in my eyes and blinked them back as I stared out at the darkening scape of Crystal Tokyo. Where there had once been life and laughter, the stench of rot filled the air. I held my stomach tightly and closed my balcony doors with a solid click. Things had gone downhill and weren't getting any better.
I pulled the bathrobe further around me and settled in a chair beside my fire, fingering the floating crystal at my side. I could use it, cleanse all that I had ruined, but I didn't have the strength. Perhaps that was why it fell apart in the first place. Because I hadn't the power to keep it together. And that thought depressed me to no end.
I hadn't even put my hair up for so long that I didn't know if I remembered how. And it certainly hadn't been cut for at least a year or two, probably more like five. In that time it had grown beyond management. I pulled myself up and over to the vanity, brushing my hair in the most soothing way I knew how. It calmed my nerves slightly, but only enough that I could relax my shoulders.
Two hundred years of decay couldn't be healed in five seconds of regeneration. Even in my foggy brain I knew that. I had to do something. And it had to be done fast. But I could only think of the encounter those many weeks ago. And whether or not he could really be alive? My nation, my world was a sham around me and all I could do was hope that my love would come back. As selfish as I felt, somewhere deep down, in a place I forced myself to believe was real, was an unknown reason that I knew was meant for my world.
I set down the brush and stood to examine myself in the mirror beside the vanity. I had lost so much weight it hardly looked like me. My hair was flat, my skin pale. I looked like the walking dead. I almost cried at my appearance, as I had cried at everything else that I had noticed about my life since I 'woke up.' Everything was a mess. A thin curtain hid me inside a tiny world of grandeur that I didn't really deserve.
I left the robe hung over the chair and returned to my bed. And even the soft sheets sliding along my naked body didn't help me feel comfortable with myself. I hadn't dreamt of him since he had come. That left me speechless on the subject. For even when he had been in my arms I had dreamed of him. And while settling into bed, I tried to force at least a glimmer of him into my dreams. Something, anything that I could hold. At least I knew my dreams had some substance, I really didn't know if he was alive or not.
Fear.
Pain.
The unknown had a lot to tell. And though I was a willing listener, I couldn't really understand the words. Like trying to make sense of the wind's song. The whistling and humming, the shrieking and howling, it all had to mean something. It was as if it knew all the secrets but would never tell. That's how I felt about it, as if the news of whether or not he was gone would never reveal itself.
I'm trapped.
That's what I am.
Trapped.
Within a world gone mad, and a home not worth living in. I felt as thought stuck in prison. Even my bed, the comforter keeping the chills of night from reaching me, didn't hold the comfort and freedom it should have. I found no solace in my dreams as I had, for there were none.
I left my bed to lock my door and the balcony door. But on my way back to bed, I heard a sound.
Fear.
It came unbidden and wrapped around me with a force so strong my knees went weak. The handle moved, and I turned to the balcony doors, the doors to the outside world. The handle moved again and then another sound reached my ears.
The lock clicked open.
I fell to my knees, praying that it was only some trick from my friends. Praying that some criminal hadn't actually broken into my room. Then the door opened and my breath caught in my throat.
It had been weeks, seemed like months. And he had come back for another visit. He saw me on the ground, naked, and rushed to my side. He wrapped his arms around me to hide my suddenly shivering body from the cold.
I fell into him with the weakness I felt about everything. Let him carry my like some doll to the bed and cover me up with blankets and his arms. He held me so close it was as if he hadn't left at all. His words soothed me as they had the last time and I felt myself falling into slumber.
But I woke myself abruptly.
He looked at me as though he had failed miserably at soothing me, the one thing he had worked so hard at. I wanted to tell him that I would be fine, that everything would be fine. But he put a finger to my mouth and made me quiet. He spoke so softly in my ear I almost couldn't hear him.
"I'm so sorry my love that I have been gone for so long. I hadn't the means of returning before now." I tried to speak but he hushed me again. "No questions love. Treat it like a dream. Cherish this, these moments. For they shall be rare and short. I cannot explain now dearest heart, but there are too many forces at work. Too many problems that must be solved. But know this my soul, my wife," He pulled me closer to him, running his fingers down my cheek, "that I love you more than my life. And I will come back to you. We will be together again. And some lifetime before us, we shall live without harm. For you my love, I would wait eternity."
I cried, as any good lover would, and he held me to him with a tender embrace that I had missed for what had seemed my entire life. The silence was so comfortable I found myself asleep again in moments. And dreams found their ways into my mind. The world sang, the grass was green, and the city scape of Tokyo was glistening. The dreams I had always wanted stuck in my brain with a fierceness I found comforting.
When I woke he was still there. There was no sun, only the last vestiges of a crescent moon. I turned to him and he hugged me close. It was so warm I had the notion I should fall asleep again. But instead I turned to him and kissed him as fiercely as I could.
Dawn would come soon.
I would lose him again.
Not so quickly this time, I promised myself. We wrapped our arms around each other and held on for dear life. Caresses were shared, moments passed, and we cared little for anything else. But the first rays of the sun came and he pulled reluctantly away. I felt the tears well and grief struck his face.
"I'm so sorry my lover. Till next time sweet soul ..." He garnished a rose and bowed gallantly. I took it with trembling fingers, wishing him to stay with everything I had in me. He leaned in and kissed me once before rushing to the balcony. I watched, dumbfounded, as he stood on the rail and let himself fall with arms outstretched.
Moments passed with no sound, nothing, and fear wrapped around me tighter than it had last night. I pushed myself out of bed and ran to the rail with as much speed as I possessed. I almost went sailing over myself, but the rail was high.
Dejavoo.
I watched him run, hell bent off the palace grounds and into his own war. It was then, when he was out of sight, that I let the tears fall. They fell in torrents. Rushing down my pale face and onto the still exposed skin. Being naked didn't matter to me, all that mattered was that he could never truly be mine.
We've fought so long.
So hard.
Why now?
Everything was perfect ...
The Living Dream
By: Rena Cresten
Chapter 2
Rated: PG
Disclaimers: I don't own the characters of Sailor Moon, don't claim to. I don't own Crystal Tokyo, don't claim that either. But the story itself is mine. So please don't use it for anything without asking me first.
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Morning came and went and I didn't move. I watched the sun, the moon, the stars. And listened to people pound on my door, trying to get me to open it. I knew what they were saying. They thought I was finally going crazy. How little I had lived over the last two hundred years had worried them all. They thought that some day I would lose it and finally fall into the oblivion of insanity.
Little did they know I had heard their conversations and they had nothing to worry about. I hadn't the care to live, let alone the care to die. They had talked and whispered when they thought I wasn't near, when they thought I had left the room. The pain from their words was nothing to be compared to the pain that I felt now.
He had come back.
Through pain and death and a world of desolation, he had come back to me. Fought the wane and ebb of two wars, the dividing and reconciliation of nations, the weather and terrain of this world to come back to me. Perhaps that is what took him years. Perhaps it wasn't an outside force after all ...
Weeks after his first visit I came out into my world again. Talking to people, walking from place to place, taking a tension filled stroll with Raye, everything that I use to do. But I saw the world around me. I saw for once what my kingdom had become.
And I was sick.
There was pain and disease, slums where people lived that didn't make enough money to supply themselves. And those slums were full of almost every person in my kingdom. No one could pay, and everyone was unhappy.
My kingdom was unhappy!!!!
I felt the tears in my eyes and blinked them back as I stared out at the darkening scape of Crystal Tokyo. Where there had once been life and laughter, the stench of rot filled the air. I held my stomach tightly and closed my balcony doors with a solid click. Things had gone downhill and weren't getting any better.
I pulled the bathrobe further around me and settled in a chair beside my fire, fingering the floating crystal at my side. I could use it, cleanse all that I had ruined, but I didn't have the strength. Perhaps that was why it fell apart in the first place. Because I hadn't the power to keep it together. And that thought depressed me to no end.
I hadn't even put my hair up for so long that I didn't know if I remembered how. And it certainly hadn't been cut for at least a year or two, probably more like five. In that time it had grown beyond management. I pulled myself up and over to the vanity, brushing my hair in the most soothing way I knew how. It calmed my nerves slightly, but only enough that I could relax my shoulders.
Two hundred years of decay couldn't be healed in five seconds of regeneration. Even in my foggy brain I knew that. I had to do something. And it had to be done fast. But I could only think of the encounter those many weeks ago. And whether or not he could really be alive? My nation, my world was a sham around me and all I could do was hope that my love would come back. As selfish as I felt, somewhere deep down, in a place I forced myself to believe was real, was an unknown reason that I knew was meant for my world.
I set down the brush and stood to examine myself in the mirror beside the vanity. I had lost so much weight it hardly looked like me. My hair was flat, my skin pale. I looked like the walking dead. I almost cried at my appearance, as I had cried at everything else that I had noticed about my life since I 'woke up.' Everything was a mess. A thin curtain hid me inside a tiny world of grandeur that I didn't really deserve.
I left the robe hung over the chair and returned to my bed. And even the soft sheets sliding along my naked body didn't help me feel comfortable with myself. I hadn't dreamt of him since he had come. That left me speechless on the subject. For even when he had been in my arms I had dreamed of him. And while settling into bed, I tried to force at least a glimmer of him into my dreams. Something, anything that I could hold. At least I knew my dreams had some substance, I really didn't know if he was alive or not.
Fear.
Pain.
The unknown had a lot to tell. And though I was a willing listener, I couldn't really understand the words. Like trying to make sense of the wind's song. The whistling and humming, the shrieking and howling, it all had to mean something. It was as if it knew all the secrets but would never tell. That's how I felt about it, as if the news of whether or not he was gone would never reveal itself.
I'm trapped.
That's what I am.
Trapped.
Within a world gone mad, and a home not worth living in. I felt as thought stuck in prison. Even my bed, the comforter keeping the chills of night from reaching me, didn't hold the comfort and freedom it should have. I found no solace in my dreams as I had, for there were none.
I left my bed to lock my door and the balcony door. But on my way back to bed, I heard a sound.
Fear.
It came unbidden and wrapped around me with a force so strong my knees went weak. The handle moved, and I turned to the balcony doors, the doors to the outside world. The handle moved again and then another sound reached my ears.
The lock clicked open.
I fell to my knees, praying that it was only some trick from my friends. Praying that some criminal hadn't actually broken into my room. Then the door opened and my breath caught in my throat.
It had been weeks, seemed like months. And he had come back for another visit. He saw me on the ground, naked, and rushed to my side. He wrapped his arms around me to hide my suddenly shivering body from the cold.
I fell into him with the weakness I felt about everything. Let him carry my like some doll to the bed and cover me up with blankets and his arms. He held me so close it was as if he hadn't left at all. His words soothed me as they had the last time and I felt myself falling into slumber.
But I woke myself abruptly.
He looked at me as though he had failed miserably at soothing me, the one thing he had worked so hard at. I wanted to tell him that I would be fine, that everything would be fine. But he put a finger to my mouth and made me quiet. He spoke so softly in my ear I almost couldn't hear him.
"I'm so sorry my love that I have been gone for so long. I hadn't the means of returning before now." I tried to speak but he hushed me again. "No questions love. Treat it like a dream. Cherish this, these moments. For they shall be rare and short. I cannot explain now dearest heart, but there are too many forces at work. Too many problems that must be solved. But know this my soul, my wife," He pulled me closer to him, running his fingers down my cheek, "that I love you more than my life. And I will come back to you. We will be together again. And some lifetime before us, we shall live without harm. For you my love, I would wait eternity."
I cried, as any good lover would, and he held me to him with a tender embrace that I had missed for what had seemed my entire life. The silence was so comfortable I found myself asleep again in moments. And dreams found their ways into my mind. The world sang, the grass was green, and the city scape of Tokyo was glistening. The dreams I had always wanted stuck in my brain with a fierceness I found comforting.
When I woke he was still there. There was no sun, only the last vestiges of a crescent moon. I turned to him and he hugged me close. It was so warm I had the notion I should fall asleep again. But instead I turned to him and kissed him as fiercely as I could.
Dawn would come soon.
I would lose him again.
Not so quickly this time, I promised myself. We wrapped our arms around each other and held on for dear life. Caresses were shared, moments passed, and we cared little for anything else. But the first rays of the sun came and he pulled reluctantly away. I felt the tears well and grief struck his face.
"I'm so sorry my lover. Till next time sweet soul ..." He garnished a rose and bowed gallantly. I took it with trembling fingers, wishing him to stay with everything I had in me. He leaned in and kissed me once before rushing to the balcony. I watched, dumbfounded, as he stood on the rail and let himself fall with arms outstretched.
Moments passed with no sound, nothing, and fear wrapped around me tighter than it had last night. I pushed myself out of bed and ran to the rail with as much speed as I possessed. I almost went sailing over myself, but the rail was high.
Dejavoo.
I watched him run, hell bent off the palace grounds and into his own war. It was then, when he was out of sight, that I let the tears fall. They fell in torrents. Rushing down my pale face and onto the still exposed skin. Being naked didn't matter to me, all that mattered was that he could never truly be mine.
We've fought so long.
So hard.
Why now?
Everything was perfect ...