Rain drops glisten
By: Starvilles/ Frost
Chapter: Prolouge
Genre: Romance/ Drama/ Alternate Reality
Email: c_genome@hotmail.com
Website: http://orbiting-star.net/cherished
February .04. 2003
AN: Well, I'm surprised I even got the nerve to post this story, since my past stories er...
well lets just say I disliked them. This one I was up in my room, watching the rain drip
from the clouds and the idea just came to me. For once these chapters are much longer.
And this is a two part story (Prolouge doesn't count :D ) ((Chapter 1 is a lot longer than
this also, so do not fret ^^). I really hope you all enjoy it and if you do you're free to
comment or email, healthy criticism is fine, healthy compliments are too :D
Mamoru Chiba was a very intelligent man, especially at the young age of 18 'he
would have made his parents very proud' some said. Being smart was only one of Chiba's
many characteristics.
He was handsome, too handsome for his own well being, movie star handsome the
type that made people stop in their tracks just to look at him. He had silky short, jet black
hair, which almost looked a shade of midnight blue.
He was a little distant from the world, looking into his deep azure eyes would tell
you so. The mature ness you could sense in his face, the somewhat high cheek bones,
strong jaw, chiseled nose, soft lips... His body was tall and lean, and he at a height of 6'2.
Some might have thought of him as arrogant, or a snob.
But that's only because they had never taken the chance to talk to him, got a chance to
know him, all they saw was the show he put on for his audience. If only they truly knew.
Chiba had earned himself a scholarship to Tokyo University where he would study
to be a very successful doctor.
Prolouge/2 - The glistening of the rain soothes me.
He sat on the wooden park bench. Just sitting, the sun rays dying on his face as
the sun began to fade beneath the horizon. The summer breeze blew over the city in a
wishful way and the flowers blossomed thoughtfully.
The cars still roamed around the street however, the afternoon rush hour finally
dying down to a peaceful still. There became fewer honks, and the park became quieter.
In a good way though.
After a few good minutes, the young man then leaned over, his semi-frustrated
face in his hands. 'His life was great...right?' He asked himself silently. Something was
missing... though he couldn't figure out what. Or who. Perhaps its not something he was
missing, but rather someone. The though did traverse his mind, but he knew how it would
end up. If he was to love someone, they'd only torment him until he grew depressed with
grief. Or perhaps he would fall to deeply, and then my Gods hand they'd be snatched up
and tossed into deaths wadding pool, while he stood by helplessly and mourned his loss.
It had happened before. 'Besides!', he mused, 'I have my studies, and at the moment
they're the most important thing of all.'
He should've just taken life for granted right? He couldn't do that, he'd already lost
his loved ones being naïve and foolish, and when his parents died what did he get left
with? The grief. The pain. That's what. And he couldn't bear having to through that pain
again, witnessing it once was enough for him.
A gentle hand on his shoulder made him look up, startled, and for a brief moment
all he saw was china blue eyes. And in that same brief moment his breath oddly got
caught in his throat, as he looked at the polite intruder.
It was an angel, he though. No. It wasn't possible, angels didn't exist, did they?
She sure looked like one. She had the clearest blue eyes he had ever seen, shining with
an air of joyfulness. And she was smiling at him, her golden hair tumbling down her back
in waves, and wisps falling lightly on her soft eyes.
He stood up slowly, afraid to frighten this beautiful creature with fast movements,
her hand gently retreated from his shoulder, he wished it hadn't though. Her lips parted
slightly, "You looked awfully worried, are you alright?"
He still couldn't seem to speak, 'Gods. What is wrong with me?', a little voice
screamed in the back of his head.
The girl's lips turned up into a brilliant smile, as she waited for him to respond,
tucking a honey nut strand behind her ear. She then looked down a little nervously.
He knew he was probably scaring her, she must have felt like he was looking at
her as though another horn was growing out her head. Thoughts kept rolling by.
Thoughts of what to say. Thoughts of what to do.
She was then smiling again, the nervousness gone from her face. It was a smile
that made him wonder if she was truly human, and she was turning slightly. Was she
leaving? No! She couldn't. The man grabbed her wrist gently before she could leave.
The act shocked him and the girl. He had finally broken through the barrier. "I-I'm
not," he stuttered. Finding his mistake he quickly corrected himself, "Worried! I-I'm not
_worried_." No one had ever made him act like this before, his heart was pounding
furiously in his chest and the thought scared him a little. His breathing grew ragged and
his hands grew clammy with anxiety.
'How lame was that?' he thought to himself, he was incredibly smart, but at that
moment he felt like the class dunce.
"I was just thinking... that's all." At that second he became very conscious of the
fact that he was still holding her wrist. Her skin was a shade of ivory and her skin was as
soft as a dove. A blush crept up the young man's cheeks and when he felt the warmth of
his face he only reddened more, releasing the girl's wrist.
He moved a hand to brush away his midnight bangs, when her hand took his for a
handshake, the warmth of her hand warmed up the cold wall he had made as an attempt
to escape love. But we all know it was ruthless, for no one could escape the seductive
fingers of love.
As much as he wanted to rebuild the brick wall, and cast her aside like some
complete stranger... he couldn't. 'She is a stranger', his mind challenged. She was...but she
didn't feel like it, he felt like he had known her _all_ his life. But he hadn't so now he
wondered how he had lived without her.
"I'm Usagi," her smile only grew, and his hear only expanded.
"The name suits you, you know," he smiled, squeezing her hand slightly afraid of
losing her. "I'm Chiba Mamoru. But you can just call me Mamoru."
-
Well? What do you all think! ^___^ Hmmm? Hehe, I'm typing up the next chapter right
now, hope you all enjoyed this part. Comment, email whatever works. ^_~
By: Starvilles/ Frost
Chapter: Prolouge
Genre: Romance/ Drama/ Alternate Reality
Email: c_genome@hotmail.com
Website: http://orbiting-star.net/cherished
February .04. 2003
AN: Well, I'm surprised I even got the nerve to post this story, since my past stories er...
well lets just say I disliked them. This one I was up in my room, watching the rain drip
from the clouds and the idea just came to me. For once these chapters are much longer.
And this is a two part story (Prolouge doesn't count :D ) ((Chapter 1 is a lot longer than
this also, so do not fret ^^). I really hope you all enjoy it and if you do you're free to
comment or email, healthy criticism is fine, healthy compliments are too :D
Mamoru Chiba was a very intelligent man, especially at the young age of 18 'he
would have made his parents very proud' some said. Being smart was only one of Chiba's
many characteristics.
He was handsome, too handsome for his own well being, movie star handsome the
type that made people stop in their tracks just to look at him. He had silky short, jet black
hair, which almost looked a shade of midnight blue.
He was a little distant from the world, looking into his deep azure eyes would tell
you so. The mature ness you could sense in his face, the somewhat high cheek bones,
strong jaw, chiseled nose, soft lips... His body was tall and lean, and he at a height of 6'2.
Some might have thought of him as arrogant, or a snob.
But that's only because they had never taken the chance to talk to him, got a chance to
know him, all they saw was the show he put on for his audience. If only they truly knew.
Chiba had earned himself a scholarship to Tokyo University where he would study
to be a very successful doctor.
Prolouge/2 - The glistening of the rain soothes me.
He sat on the wooden park bench. Just sitting, the sun rays dying on his face as
the sun began to fade beneath the horizon. The summer breeze blew over the city in a
wishful way and the flowers blossomed thoughtfully.
The cars still roamed around the street however, the afternoon rush hour finally
dying down to a peaceful still. There became fewer honks, and the park became quieter.
In a good way though.
After a few good minutes, the young man then leaned over, his semi-frustrated
face in his hands. 'His life was great...right?' He asked himself silently. Something was
missing... though he couldn't figure out what. Or who. Perhaps its not something he was
missing, but rather someone. The though did traverse his mind, but he knew how it would
end up. If he was to love someone, they'd only torment him until he grew depressed with
grief. Or perhaps he would fall to deeply, and then my Gods hand they'd be snatched up
and tossed into deaths wadding pool, while he stood by helplessly and mourned his loss.
It had happened before. 'Besides!', he mused, 'I have my studies, and at the moment
they're the most important thing of all.'
He should've just taken life for granted right? He couldn't do that, he'd already lost
his loved ones being naïve and foolish, and when his parents died what did he get left
with? The grief. The pain. That's what. And he couldn't bear having to through that pain
again, witnessing it once was enough for him.
A gentle hand on his shoulder made him look up, startled, and for a brief moment
all he saw was china blue eyes. And in that same brief moment his breath oddly got
caught in his throat, as he looked at the polite intruder.
It was an angel, he though. No. It wasn't possible, angels didn't exist, did they?
She sure looked like one. She had the clearest blue eyes he had ever seen, shining with
an air of joyfulness. And she was smiling at him, her golden hair tumbling down her back
in waves, and wisps falling lightly on her soft eyes.
He stood up slowly, afraid to frighten this beautiful creature with fast movements,
her hand gently retreated from his shoulder, he wished it hadn't though. Her lips parted
slightly, "You looked awfully worried, are you alright?"
He still couldn't seem to speak, 'Gods. What is wrong with me?', a little voice
screamed in the back of his head.
The girl's lips turned up into a brilliant smile, as she waited for him to respond,
tucking a honey nut strand behind her ear. She then looked down a little nervously.
He knew he was probably scaring her, she must have felt like he was looking at
her as though another horn was growing out her head. Thoughts kept rolling by.
Thoughts of what to say. Thoughts of what to do.
She was then smiling again, the nervousness gone from her face. It was a smile
that made him wonder if she was truly human, and she was turning slightly. Was she
leaving? No! She couldn't. The man grabbed her wrist gently before she could leave.
The act shocked him and the girl. He had finally broken through the barrier. "I-I'm
not," he stuttered. Finding his mistake he quickly corrected himself, "Worried! I-I'm not
_worried_." No one had ever made him act like this before, his heart was pounding
furiously in his chest and the thought scared him a little. His breathing grew ragged and
his hands grew clammy with anxiety.
'How lame was that?' he thought to himself, he was incredibly smart, but at that
moment he felt like the class dunce.
"I was just thinking... that's all." At that second he became very conscious of the
fact that he was still holding her wrist. Her skin was a shade of ivory and her skin was as
soft as a dove. A blush crept up the young man's cheeks and when he felt the warmth of
his face he only reddened more, releasing the girl's wrist.
He moved a hand to brush away his midnight bangs, when her hand took his for a
handshake, the warmth of her hand warmed up the cold wall he had made as an attempt
to escape love. But we all know it was ruthless, for no one could escape the seductive
fingers of love.
As much as he wanted to rebuild the brick wall, and cast her aside like some
complete stranger... he couldn't. 'She is a stranger', his mind challenged. She was...but she
didn't feel like it, he felt like he had known her _all_ his life. But he hadn't so now he
wondered how he had lived without her.
"I'm Usagi," her smile only grew, and his hear only expanded.
"The name suits you, you know," he smiled, squeezing her hand slightly afraid of
losing her. "I'm Chiba Mamoru. But you can just call me Mamoru."
-
Well? What do you all think! ^___^ Hmmm? Hehe, I'm typing up the next chapter right
now, hope you all enjoyed this part. Comment, email whatever works. ^_~