Whew! Unbelievable! I never thought it would happen, though I hope you
hoped that it would. Secret Society is officially DONE! Thank you so much
to every person that reviewed and read this fic; I feel very blessed.
Enough of the corny speech; if you feel like it be sure to check out my
other stories as well. Later days!
Dizzy @_@
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon is the property of her creator Naoko Takeuchi and all corporations affiliated with. This is a fictional work and should not be taken seriously, except, of course, by the author who is clearly obsessed. Read on.
How is it possible to feel a bond? Of loss so strong It tears at your soul And rips at your mind?
How is it possible To sense the pain Of love so torn, Tears so dry, Eyes that bleed?
How can it be? That the stone Who has stood For so long Nay fear, Never weary, Never quaking Is on the verge of crumbling?
Why is it That I still stand While he has fallen?
Remember the Forgotten: Epilogue
Usagi bolted with a start. Somewhere in the near distance, she felt a cool breeze brush against her skin. Blinking repeatedly, she combated the fog that drowned her thoughts and muddled her mind.
Throwing the cover from her already chilled body, she reached down for a sweater and pulled it over her head. Standing slowly, she began her trek to the kitchen.
Stepping out into the hall, she made a quick pass at the banister; and stopped. Something seemed not quite right. Raising her hand, she traced the smoothly waxed surface. Eyeing it suspiciously, she backed up. After a few moments of deep thought, she shook of the eerie sensation and continued on down the stairs.
It rained a lot last night; she thought, staring at the clouded sky. Still, it seems the sky keeps crying.
Turning away from the gloomy sight, she faced the pantry. Opening the door, she scanned the contents, already knowing there would be nothing there to feed the gnawing dissatisfaction. She knew if she waited a few hours, her mother would come down the stairs and happily make a meal for everyone. Everyone. Her thoughts slowed. Striding to the garage, she peeked through the door. The car was still there, and thus, the house must still be full.
Unsatisfied with this revelation, she grabbed a sweater from the hook, slipped on her shoes, and crept into the thinning dawn.
Mamoru could not shake the sinister feeling that had haunted him since daybreak. Leaning over the frozen balcony, he breathed deep. Vapour left its huddle with the air and entered his senses, tingling down his spine. Far below, the ground sparkled dully as prismatic diamonds caught the early cloudiness above. Rubbing his head pensively, he willed his mind to think back, past what he knew and further into the abyss. He sat there, moments stretching into tense hours until he threw his hands up in frustration.
Stalking into the warmth of his stoic apartment, he grabbed his jacket, slamming the door as he left. Mind's likely going into caffeine withdrawal, he thought vainly.
The outdoors seemed more bitter then it had just moments before he noted, and he pulled his coat tighter around him. The streets were deserted, too early for employees to head into town, too late for partiers to head on home. Taking a detour, he quickened his pace in the direction of Juuban Park, in hopes of catching the sunrise over the lake.
As he approached his willed destination however, he saw someone already occupying his space. Curious, he approached the stranger then, startled, called out her name.
"Usagi?" Stunned Usagi spun at the sound of her name. Before she saw who it was that had called her, she already knew their identity.
"Mamoru-san? What are you doing out so early?" she posed. He didn't answer. Instead, he strode up by her side, and gazed off onto the horizon. Surprised that he offered no running banter, she respected his pause, and gazed outwards to the mist.
"Usa, if you don't mind me asking, what did you do yesterday?" She looked shocked.
"Huh? Why?" Staring at him intently, she mulled the purpose of his question. When he didn't reply, she thought back to the previous day. "W- well, I did the usual, I suppose," he nodded. "Woke up, started to school, but the weather was really bad so I just stayed home instead and did, you know-" she faltered. Mamoru stared at her.
"Yes?" She, opened her mouth, as if to continue, but seemed to think better of it and changed her mind. "Can't you remember?" She frowned angrily.
"How can I not remember? It was only yesterday! Besides, I already told you, I stayed home." Again, his silence retaliated against her. They both stood, still as corpses, gazing unto the waters ripples, the clouds listlessly shifting above.
"I can't remember either. Not the details at least. But, but I know something happened, something big." He looked back to her. "And I know it had something to do with you." It was her turn to remain silent. Not knowing what to say, she bit her lip in confusion. Were it any other morning or any other conditions, she would have been suspecting of his behaviour. However, what frightened her most was the logic of his question, and the fact that she understood what it meant. Still, choosing to see how far she could push the subject, she questioned;
"Me?" Usagi uncrossed her arms and, turning ever so slightly, faced the man at her side. "Do you want to hear a secret? Its something I've never told anyone before." His ears piqued at the softness in her voice and he too, turned away from the bobbing crystal. Pausing, she breathed deep, feeling the air crystallize inside her lungs. Fear rose in her chest at the thought of rejection, yet somehow she knew that Mamoru would be, different. They had a connection; one they both realized existed only now. Whatever uncanny strings of fate has crossed them paths on this gloom of morns had done so with a reason in mind- though she did not yet understand this reason, she knew he had to know.
"When I was little, I used to pretend that I was a fairy, and I would go around and touch everything that needed fixing with my little wand, say 'poof!' and everything was better again. As I grew older though, things happened. Bad things." At this Mamoru tensed, a wave of nostalgia ringing through his ears and somehow, he understood just what those things were. Anger filled him.
Sensing his anger, Usagi debated whether or not to continue. One look in his eyes made her want to both cower and revel at the same time. Her arm suddenly felt warmth, and she noticed he held her hand in his.
"Go on," he urged. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying desperately to hide her tears.
"There was this darkness that would over take me sometimes, and, try as I might, I could never beat it down. Every day I lived with it, drank and ate and laughed with it until it almost became a part of me." Unable to hold them any longer, they fell. For the first time, she allowed herself to grief for it.
Mamoru gathered the sobbing girl into his arms. His mind had never been so confused and so clear at the same time. He felt her head rise, and his eyes looked down to meet with hers. "Today," she sniffled, raindrops dripping down her cheeks. "Today was the first day I awoke without that feeling. It was like, like being freed!" Her eyes opened wide, earnestly beaming.
Above them, clouds coagulated, clearing a small centre through which the sun shone. Through all the fog and confusion that continued its course through his mind, one thought reached straight through, stronger than anything else: You've never looked as beautiful as you do right now, he thought to himself.
Whipping the tears from her cheeks, he held her close. Together, they watched as the sun rose higher into the atmosphere, spreading colour, beauty and hope. Whatever lies and cruel thesis' fate would subject them too, in this moment of clarity; they knew all would work out eventually. They had found their own haven; they had found their own, secret society.
Dizzy @_@
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon is the property of her creator Naoko Takeuchi and all corporations affiliated with. This is a fictional work and should not be taken seriously, except, of course, by the author who is clearly obsessed. Read on.
How is it possible to feel a bond? Of loss so strong It tears at your soul And rips at your mind?
How is it possible To sense the pain Of love so torn, Tears so dry, Eyes that bleed?
How can it be? That the stone Who has stood For so long Nay fear, Never weary, Never quaking Is on the verge of crumbling?
Why is it That I still stand While he has fallen?
Remember the Forgotten: Epilogue
Usagi bolted with a start. Somewhere in the near distance, she felt a cool breeze brush against her skin. Blinking repeatedly, she combated the fog that drowned her thoughts and muddled her mind.
Throwing the cover from her already chilled body, she reached down for a sweater and pulled it over her head. Standing slowly, she began her trek to the kitchen.
Stepping out into the hall, she made a quick pass at the banister; and stopped. Something seemed not quite right. Raising her hand, she traced the smoothly waxed surface. Eyeing it suspiciously, she backed up. After a few moments of deep thought, she shook of the eerie sensation and continued on down the stairs.
It rained a lot last night; she thought, staring at the clouded sky. Still, it seems the sky keeps crying.
Turning away from the gloomy sight, she faced the pantry. Opening the door, she scanned the contents, already knowing there would be nothing there to feed the gnawing dissatisfaction. She knew if she waited a few hours, her mother would come down the stairs and happily make a meal for everyone. Everyone. Her thoughts slowed. Striding to the garage, she peeked through the door. The car was still there, and thus, the house must still be full.
Unsatisfied with this revelation, she grabbed a sweater from the hook, slipped on her shoes, and crept into the thinning dawn.
Mamoru could not shake the sinister feeling that had haunted him since daybreak. Leaning over the frozen balcony, he breathed deep. Vapour left its huddle with the air and entered his senses, tingling down his spine. Far below, the ground sparkled dully as prismatic diamonds caught the early cloudiness above. Rubbing his head pensively, he willed his mind to think back, past what he knew and further into the abyss. He sat there, moments stretching into tense hours until he threw his hands up in frustration.
Stalking into the warmth of his stoic apartment, he grabbed his jacket, slamming the door as he left. Mind's likely going into caffeine withdrawal, he thought vainly.
The outdoors seemed more bitter then it had just moments before he noted, and he pulled his coat tighter around him. The streets were deserted, too early for employees to head into town, too late for partiers to head on home. Taking a detour, he quickened his pace in the direction of Juuban Park, in hopes of catching the sunrise over the lake.
As he approached his willed destination however, he saw someone already occupying his space. Curious, he approached the stranger then, startled, called out her name.
"Usagi?" Stunned Usagi spun at the sound of her name. Before she saw who it was that had called her, she already knew their identity.
"Mamoru-san? What are you doing out so early?" she posed. He didn't answer. Instead, he strode up by her side, and gazed off onto the horizon. Surprised that he offered no running banter, she respected his pause, and gazed outwards to the mist.
"Usa, if you don't mind me asking, what did you do yesterday?" She looked shocked.
"Huh? Why?" Staring at him intently, she mulled the purpose of his question. When he didn't reply, she thought back to the previous day. "W- well, I did the usual, I suppose," he nodded. "Woke up, started to school, but the weather was really bad so I just stayed home instead and did, you know-" she faltered. Mamoru stared at her.
"Yes?" She, opened her mouth, as if to continue, but seemed to think better of it and changed her mind. "Can't you remember?" She frowned angrily.
"How can I not remember? It was only yesterday! Besides, I already told you, I stayed home." Again, his silence retaliated against her. They both stood, still as corpses, gazing unto the waters ripples, the clouds listlessly shifting above.
"I can't remember either. Not the details at least. But, but I know something happened, something big." He looked back to her. "And I know it had something to do with you." It was her turn to remain silent. Not knowing what to say, she bit her lip in confusion. Were it any other morning or any other conditions, she would have been suspecting of his behaviour. However, what frightened her most was the logic of his question, and the fact that she understood what it meant. Still, choosing to see how far she could push the subject, she questioned;
"Me?" Usagi uncrossed her arms and, turning ever so slightly, faced the man at her side. "Do you want to hear a secret? Its something I've never told anyone before." His ears piqued at the softness in her voice and he too, turned away from the bobbing crystal. Pausing, she breathed deep, feeling the air crystallize inside her lungs. Fear rose in her chest at the thought of rejection, yet somehow she knew that Mamoru would be, different. They had a connection; one they both realized existed only now. Whatever uncanny strings of fate has crossed them paths on this gloom of morns had done so with a reason in mind- though she did not yet understand this reason, she knew he had to know.
"When I was little, I used to pretend that I was a fairy, and I would go around and touch everything that needed fixing with my little wand, say 'poof!' and everything was better again. As I grew older though, things happened. Bad things." At this Mamoru tensed, a wave of nostalgia ringing through his ears and somehow, he understood just what those things were. Anger filled him.
Sensing his anger, Usagi debated whether or not to continue. One look in his eyes made her want to both cower and revel at the same time. Her arm suddenly felt warmth, and she noticed he held her hand in his.
"Go on," he urged. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying desperately to hide her tears.
"There was this darkness that would over take me sometimes, and, try as I might, I could never beat it down. Every day I lived with it, drank and ate and laughed with it until it almost became a part of me." Unable to hold them any longer, they fell. For the first time, she allowed herself to grief for it.
Mamoru gathered the sobbing girl into his arms. His mind had never been so confused and so clear at the same time. He felt her head rise, and his eyes looked down to meet with hers. "Today," she sniffled, raindrops dripping down her cheeks. "Today was the first day I awoke without that feeling. It was like, like being freed!" Her eyes opened wide, earnestly beaming.
Above them, clouds coagulated, clearing a small centre through which the sun shone. Through all the fog and confusion that continued its course through his mind, one thought reached straight through, stronger than anything else: You've never looked as beautiful as you do right now, he thought to himself.
Whipping the tears from her cheeks, he held her close. Together, they watched as the sun rose higher into the atmosphere, spreading colour, beauty and hope. Whatever lies and cruel thesis' fate would subject them too, in this moment of clarity; they knew all would work out eventually. They had found their own haven; they had found their own, secret society.