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The Living Dream
By: Rena Cresten
Chapter 5
Rated: G
Disclaimer: 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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Friends.
They called themselves my friends.
I couldn't believe they would ever leave me like this. I felt alone at that moment, staring into the eyes of everyone I had assembled for this meeting of state. When everyone had been seated I began what should have been a normal occurrence. But speaking with these men and women was something I hadn't done for two centuries.
We addressed the growing population problem, the housing problem, the food shortage, the disease control, everything that needed to be done. By the end of the meeting they seemed to have a new found respect for me. I gave a silent sigh of relief when I knew I had their support. The meeting went well, all except for the growing anger inside of me because of their absence.
Again I retreated to my study.
I was now my study.
Mine.
I tried to relax into the chair, but my anger was boiling. I tugged at the crystal on the chain around my neck. I had begun wearing it since it had begun to glow. After two hundred years of nothing, my precious gem began to glow.
I stared at the fireplace, wishing it were as warm in this room as it was in my body so it would feel more natural. A stronger wave of anger than any of the others washed through my body. The crystal shot to life and the fire roared under the mantle. I watched the flame for a while before calming myself down enough to really relax in my chair, rejoicing that at least my powers were returning. Which came to nothing in the long run ... and dispersed as my anger surged again.
How dare they not show.
How dare they leave me like that.
I twisted the crystal one way and then the other, trying to organize my racing thoughts. Nothing made sense in my brain. It was like all of a sudden my mind just gave out.
I closed my eyes and leaned further into the chair, the soft velvet rubbing smoothly against the skin of my open back. When I felt my nerves finally calm and my thoughts rage no more, I again opened my eyes. The angels stared at me with sympathy.
I didn't need their sympathy.
But I welcomed it none the less. I let it flow around me, into me. Let their little eyes soothe my ragged heart. It had been three months since I had last seen my husband. Three weeks since I had had that dream. And I still had to calm myself down each time I went to bed, had to remind myself that it had just been a dream.
It was real.
I sighed in exasperation. I had somehow gotten, along this journey, a second and perhaps third voice in my head. They would argue with me, try to persuade me to think as they wanted, poke and prod at me until I agreed with their beliefs. I had become psycho since I had begun to think again.
I laughed.
Perhaps I had always been crazy. I mean, how many people can go through battle after battle, the end of the world, and the loss of their soul mate and not go crazy?
Certainly not me.
But I had my friends.
Didn't I?
I pulled at another picture that sat on the still paper strewn desk and wiped off the dust. Eyes stared at me, laughter in each. And I felt the pain of grief and loss consume me, eating away at the inside of me with an insatiable hunger.
Wiping at the tears I dusted off the rest of the photo and tried to smile, tried to remember.
"Come on, we haven't taken a picture together for so long!!!!" Mina smiled at us all, waving the camera in front of our faces.
"Yeah, since yesterday." Mina and Raye glared at each other until it was too funny not to laugh at.
"Don't laugh at me ..."
"Oh Mina, your impossible." Darien smiled at her good naturedly, placing his papers aside for a moment. "But I guess it wouldn't hurt if we took a picture. I just got a new frame it would go perfect in."
"Your gonna put it on your desk?" His smile at me was warmer than to anyone else and I felt my heart melt into my feet.
"Where else would it go?"
"Fine, fine. As long as we are all in it I don't really care where it goes." Mina bounced about and placed the camera on a table, setting the timer with only a little help. "I just LOVE taking pictures!!!!"
Amy, Lita, Raye, and Mina all pounced on the couch, knocking it over slightly. The flash went off just as we were all laughing, and a moment before the couch fell over backwards. Leaving a slight dent in the floor and a great memory in all our minds.
I set the picture back down and stared at the angels again. Wondering silently why things changed. Was it the loss of my beloved? Was it my withdrawal the last two hundred years? Or was it something else that pulled us apart.
Curling into a ball I let the tears fall. The laughing eyes in the picture seemed so distant, like a dream inside a frame. Was any of that really real? Did we ever exist like that?
I never heard the knock on the door or the footsteps towards my chair. So when warm arms wrapped around me I was caught totally off guard.
"Lita?"
She didn't answer me, just hugged me closer. A cool sensation spread along my shoulder and I realized she was crying too. That's when I threw my arms around her and hugged her back with all my might.
Maybe it wasn't a dream after all.
When the embrace lessened, I found myself asking the question that had hung on my lips all day.
"Why weren't you there this morning?"
She pulled back as if struck, and her face went pale. I felt bad for asking just because of the scared look in her eyes, but I pressed on for an answer.
"Well?"
The Living Dream
By: Rena Cresten
Chapter 5
Rated: G
Disclaimer: 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.
******************
Friends.
They called themselves my friends.
I couldn't believe they would ever leave me like this. I felt alone at that moment, staring into the eyes of everyone I had assembled for this meeting of state. When everyone had been seated I began what should have been a normal occurrence. But speaking with these men and women was something I hadn't done for two centuries.
We addressed the growing population problem, the housing problem, the food shortage, the disease control, everything that needed to be done. By the end of the meeting they seemed to have a new found respect for me. I gave a silent sigh of relief when I knew I had their support. The meeting went well, all except for the growing anger inside of me because of their absence.
Again I retreated to my study.
I was now my study.
Mine.
I tried to relax into the chair, but my anger was boiling. I tugged at the crystal on the chain around my neck. I had begun wearing it since it had begun to glow. After two hundred years of nothing, my precious gem began to glow.
I stared at the fireplace, wishing it were as warm in this room as it was in my body so it would feel more natural. A stronger wave of anger than any of the others washed through my body. The crystal shot to life and the fire roared under the mantle. I watched the flame for a while before calming myself down enough to really relax in my chair, rejoicing that at least my powers were returning. Which came to nothing in the long run ... and dispersed as my anger surged again.
How dare they not show.
How dare they leave me like that.
I twisted the crystal one way and then the other, trying to organize my racing thoughts. Nothing made sense in my brain. It was like all of a sudden my mind just gave out.
I closed my eyes and leaned further into the chair, the soft velvet rubbing smoothly against the skin of my open back. When I felt my nerves finally calm and my thoughts rage no more, I again opened my eyes. The angels stared at me with sympathy.
I didn't need their sympathy.
But I welcomed it none the less. I let it flow around me, into me. Let their little eyes soothe my ragged heart. It had been three months since I had last seen my husband. Three weeks since I had had that dream. And I still had to calm myself down each time I went to bed, had to remind myself that it had just been a dream.
It was real.
I sighed in exasperation. I had somehow gotten, along this journey, a second and perhaps third voice in my head. They would argue with me, try to persuade me to think as they wanted, poke and prod at me until I agreed with their beliefs. I had become psycho since I had begun to think again.
I laughed.
Perhaps I had always been crazy. I mean, how many people can go through battle after battle, the end of the world, and the loss of their soul mate and not go crazy?
Certainly not me.
But I had my friends.
Didn't I?
I pulled at another picture that sat on the still paper strewn desk and wiped off the dust. Eyes stared at me, laughter in each. And I felt the pain of grief and loss consume me, eating away at the inside of me with an insatiable hunger.
Wiping at the tears I dusted off the rest of the photo and tried to smile, tried to remember.
"Come on, we haven't taken a picture together for so long!!!!" Mina smiled at us all, waving the camera in front of our faces.
"Yeah, since yesterday." Mina and Raye glared at each other until it was too funny not to laugh at.
"Don't laugh at me ..."
"Oh Mina, your impossible." Darien smiled at her good naturedly, placing his papers aside for a moment. "But I guess it wouldn't hurt if we took a picture. I just got a new frame it would go perfect in."
"Your gonna put it on your desk?" His smile at me was warmer than to anyone else and I felt my heart melt into my feet.
"Where else would it go?"
"Fine, fine. As long as we are all in it I don't really care where it goes." Mina bounced about and placed the camera on a table, setting the timer with only a little help. "I just LOVE taking pictures!!!!"
Amy, Lita, Raye, and Mina all pounced on the couch, knocking it over slightly. The flash went off just as we were all laughing, and a moment before the couch fell over backwards. Leaving a slight dent in the floor and a great memory in all our minds.
I set the picture back down and stared at the angels again. Wondering silently why things changed. Was it the loss of my beloved? Was it my withdrawal the last two hundred years? Or was it something else that pulled us apart.
Curling into a ball I let the tears fall. The laughing eyes in the picture seemed so distant, like a dream inside a frame. Was any of that really real? Did we ever exist like that?
I never heard the knock on the door or the footsteps towards my chair. So when warm arms wrapped around me I was caught totally off guard.
"Lita?"
She didn't answer me, just hugged me closer. A cool sensation spread along my shoulder and I realized she was crying too. That's when I threw my arms around her and hugged her back with all my might.
Maybe it wasn't a dream after all.
When the embrace lessened, I found myself asking the question that had hung on my lips all day.
"Why weren't you there this morning?"
She pulled back as if struck, and her face went pale. I felt bad for asking just because of the scared look in her eyes, but I pressed on for an answer.
"Well?"