Title: Everything I Hoped for, and More
By: Queen Beryl
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Hihi! Queen Beryl, here. My second fanfic, ever! I know, ancient stuff, right? Well, I completely rewrote and fixed it up, because, well, it was bad. I mean... it was in DV version... how sick is that? Hehehe! Anyway... I'll have my pal, Sailor Trident, read the disclaimer:
"Queen Beryl does not own Sailor Moon. She wishes she did, but she is too poor. The creator of Sailor Moon, Naoko Takeuchi, does, and whom ever she sold the rights to. Queen Beryl is only a fan who likes to write stories. Is that it, Queen B?"
"Yeah, thanks, Sailor Trident." On to the theatre
I gazed into the sunset, not knowing exactly how to feel. I was fine before, I had everything under control, and then he comes along and messes everything up for me. My long golden hair swished around me, fluttering in my face to distract me from my thoughts; I pushed it away carelessly, refusing to let go of my mental train. I partially shielded my blue eyes from the sun's rays. That really didn't just happen did it? I mean, it couldn't, right? Of all the things to happen....
& * & EARLIER THAT AFTERNOON"Okie, see ya later, Ami!" I called to the last of my companions as I sat in the Crown Arcade at the new Sailor V Video Game. Even though one of my best friends is Sailor V, that didn't matter, the game was still awesome.
I ran out of money and decided to walk home. I turn the first corner and WHAM! Figures.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I..." I grappled for an apology, until I realized who it was. It was him.
"Again, Odango Atama?" Mamoru inquired, raising an eyebrow. His midnight black hair momentarily swished over his deep ocean blue eyes. For a second I was so tempted to brush it away for him... then I remembered who I was talking to.
"How many times have I told you? It's Usagi, not Odango Atama, you jerk. Pffff." I stuck my tongue out at him and pulled my bottom part of my eye down.
"I don't have time right now, I have someplace to go." He said, continuing on his preset destination. I decided to follow; what possessed me, I'll never really know. I don't think I want to, either.
"Where?" I asked curiously, almost tripping. I've really got to get out of that habit.
"To catch the bus." He said, showing no emotion.
"Why?" Doesn't he own a car?
"Because I'm going to eat. People do that about this time, you know."
"Eat where?" Maybe I could join you.
"My favorite restaurant. Why?"
"Just wondering..." Oh, please invite me... please invite me... I like food! I silently begged.
"You wanna come?" He asked, eyes remaining cold and collected. I didn't even realize how he hesitated before asking. My stomach was growling too loudly.
"Do you want me to?" Say yes. Say yes.
"I don't mind. Besides, you're drooling."
"Okie, then, I have nothing else to do anyway." I secretly wiped the drool from my mouth and smiled up at him. And, in all actuality I did have other things to do: there are chores, comic books...wait. Why do I want to be with him so bad? This is Mamoru, Mr. Hotshot. It's so strange. I feel sort of drawn to him...
"Fine." There's silence; I wonder what she's thinking. Mamoru thought, sneaking a sidelong glance. Wow, cute profile...wait, this is Odango Atama you are thinking about... still, cute, and I feel like I need to be with her....
& * & "Ha! No way! You did what!?" I laughed, bubble tears hang at the sides of my crescent moon shaped eyes. His eyes were shining with laughter, and I caught myself. Careful, Usagi, you'll get lost in them and then it's all over. I looked away quickly.
Mamoru turned a slight pink hue. I can't believe I just told her that. It's just that I feel so casual when I'm with her. She laughs so sweetly, too. It's as if she really cares.
"Let's go then, Mamoru." I said, grabbing his arm. He threw some money down on the table as we left. I feel drunk, but all I drank was water, a milkshake, wait, make that three... I thought, putting a finger to my chin in thought.
"Tonight was fun." Mamoru said, picking a rose out of the rosebush we walked past. He handed it to me.
That was so sweet! Red, it means undying love, oh, shut up, Usagi....
"Yeah, thanks for letting me come. It was really nice of you, Mamoru." If only this day would never end, I would be the happiest person in the world.
We stopped over a river on a bridge. I twirled the rose, and leaned against the bridge railing. The sun would be setting soon, and it seemed as if time was standing still, just for us. Wouldn't that be wonderful?
"Maybe we can do it again some time soon..." Mamoru suddenly stated, his voice trailed off in what sounded like hope. I wasn't sure if that was what it was or not, but suddenly, all the animosity I held for him before washed away. He wasn't such a bad person after all, was he?
"Sure." My heartbeat picked up violently. What's wrong with me? The animosity was being replaced by... what is this I'm feeling? Oh, just please don't let him hear my heart.
Mamoru slowly leaned closer to me. I could feel it rather than see it. Soon, he had his arm around me, and I made no attempt to move it, simply because it felt so right. The next few seconds happened so quickly, it's hard to say what actually took place. Suddenly, his lips were on mine, so warm, so sweet. The world seemed to stop. I kissed back, feeling complete. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he wrapped his around my waist. My heart swelled inside of me, and I felt as if I'd burst.
& * & BACK TO PRESENT I wrapped my arms around myself, I still feel him around me, so close. The sun finally set, and the wind slowed to a gentle breeze. I couldn't help but murmur out loud to the darkening sky.
"With you, Mamoru, for the first time, I found myself. We become one... and we soar."
By: Queen Beryl
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Prologue: Flashback
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Okies, that's the Prologue. I dunno, it was strange. The last part I took from manga number 7 of Sailor Moon. I thought it was a nice quote. Please review! I must have feed back or I'm afraid I cannot go on...j/k *wipes a tear* K. I'm Outie!
