[My first Sailormoon Fanfic. Also, my first fic that will end up being
multiple chapters.
Why in the world did I write this? I like this story, but it's too sad and overwhelming. I've been hitting myself ever since for killing off my favorite character, but at least Haruka's alive...
Be sure to read my Tokyo Mew Mew fan fiction as well. I love reviews. Please, please be brutally honest.
Disclaimer: I don't own them; why would I be here if I did? I'm obsessed with them, I cry buckets when they die, but I don't own them. Naoko-sama and companies own them.]
One- Life
Another race, another day. It's like nothing holds my interests anymore, now that the battles are over. Although I love this peace, sometimes I wish it didn't bore me. But I couldn't be happier, living with my child, good friend, and of course, the love of my life. Sometimes I wish for more, but then again, what would I wish for? Just as I am, I'm happy here. I love this world.
I climb out of the car, and pull off my helmet. Reaching up, I wipe the sweat off of my forehead with the cuff of my sleeve. I smell the scent of the raceway that surrounds me, taking it all in. Beautiful.
Off to the side, I take a seat. She's walking toward me, with a bottle of water and a towel, just as she does at all of my races. Michiru, what would I do without you? You're my stability, keeping my life in check. Without you, I'd self-destruct. I'd set aside all that I need to stay healthy, and race off on my own whims. You never know what would happen, and I don't want to find out. I might have ended up dying, a year ago, three, even today. No, I was already dying before you found me. Like a comet towards the sun, I was streaking toward some sort of beautiful doom. I need you to guide me back onto course.
And then, out of the corner of my eye, a man. Running towards me, purposefully, and with anger. There's danger that surrounds this man like a thick soup; I can smell it, tainting this beautiful scent of the cars, of the wind. His hand, at his side, clenched. Ruffled black hair, brown eyes, flaming. I'd never seen him in my life, but didn't want him near me. It wasn't fear I felt, it was anxiety.
His eyes spot me. I'm rooted to this spot, wanting to know who he is, what he wants. I want to run over to Michiru, who has spotted me by now. She looks quizzically at me, asking me what the matter is, only with her eyes. Deep, gorgeous eyes. God, I love those eyes, with my whole being.
The man comes into full view. In his right hand is clenched a gun. Panic streaks across my nerves, chemicals, adrenaline, screaming to me, trying to force me to run. That gun, it shouldn't be here, in this country. Illegal. Not that it matters right now. Right now, I have to get away. But now that gun is pointed at me. If I run, he'll shoot. If I stay here, he'll shoot. I'm tensed up, like a wild animal. Everything in this body of mine is trying to force me to run, but I can't. I'm trapped in this spot, frozen. Time slows. I can hear people screaming. Someone is shouting for the security. Not like that would do much good now; he's pointing the thing at me. His lips are moving, but I can't make out words. I hear my name in his sentences, reflecting the anger in his voice. Damn it, Haruka, run! But I can't. I just...can't.
And everything is moving so slowly. Everything, each detail, I take in. My senses are sharp, but I can't react. Then, a blur. A voice, breaking through the barrier that has become my motions. Michiru's. It brings me back, pulls me out of the pool of my senses. It's like I'm choking up water. Little things begin to rush back to me, and then, a tidal wave of the moment, slamming me back into this twisted moment of reality. His hand, the one with the gun, quivering, twitching, and that just might be the end of me. One wrong move by him, or by me for that matter, and I'm dead. Just like that, my life, hanging in the balance. And then, a thought. I suppose that if I could transform fast enough, I could get out of there. But, then the thought is gone. There's a huge crowd circled all around us by now, and they would all see. Then, they would suspect, and even if I did live, I'd be under constant examination. In the end, that might put our princess, or even the rest of my family in danger. And I would give my life to prevent that.
So, I try to reason with him. In as calming of a voice that I can muster, I speak to him. I don't bring up me at all; that just might make him even angrier. Instead, I ask him his name, about his family, if he likes racing, questions of the sort. To try and sympathize, to get him to realize that there are people who don't want him to do this. He won't listen to me, no matter how hard I try. With those eyes of flame, he stares at me, all while raving like a madman. I realize I'm scared, though I won't admit it. There's a way out of this. I'll find it; I have to find it.
The security guards arrive. They're scared; honestly, who handles these things at a racetrack? Normally they just deal with people bringing outside items, special cameras that are banned, and the occasional drunk. Nothing like this, that has a life hanging on the edge. This is the stuff they watch on television, not what they have to deal with at work. I should know; it's the same kind of movies I like to watch. But there's always the perfect ending, and you're never the one being held at gunpoint. Now I'm that victim, the person with their life on the line.
From the crowd, someone shouts out an encouragement to the guard. But, it's like a cheer at a wrestling match, not this. No! Don't do that; don't tackle him! The gun will go off before he gets close to the ground! I want to scream, to tear away from there, into the arms of my gorgeous goddess. She's standing there, eyes full of fear, but still strong. Please, please, if anything, let me live so she won't cry. Please, God, save me, if only for Michiru's sake.
The guards are confused. First they try to reason with him, to convince him that he doesn't have to do this, that there are other ways that this can be worked out. Of course that won't work; he has his mind set on something. If it's killing me, why hasn't he done it? No, it's probably something deeper, something more heinous. He wants me to fear him, and he wants to prove that he's in control of me. It's working, alright?! I want to scream, to break from his control, to make this all right. If only I could just scream...but I won't. I can't.
And all hell breaks loose. The guard, idiot that he was, didn't bother waiting for the police to arrive. He followed the urging of the crowd, and while the man's back was turned, ran and smashed into him. Too quick was the finger on the trigger though; I saw it pull back, and I heard the gunshot. It sounded like a firecracker. And then I didn't feel anything at all. I closed my eyes.
And opened them.
I fell to my knees. In front of me, on the ground, was my only love, one of only a very few people I would die in an instant for, my partner through both life and death. Michiru had taken the blow for me, jumped in front of me as soon as she had seen the movement begin. No! This...I...no!
Bending over her, she was still alive, I noticed. My thoughts were fragments, my world, shattered like a mirror. This couldn't be. I had promised to never her die before me, and here I am, standing over her bleeding, dying body. I did the only thing I could possibly allow myself to do, the only thing I wanted to do now. I screamed.
Why in the world did I write this? I like this story, but it's too sad and overwhelming. I've been hitting myself ever since for killing off my favorite character, but at least Haruka's alive...
Be sure to read my Tokyo Mew Mew fan fiction as well. I love reviews. Please, please be brutally honest.
Disclaimer: I don't own them; why would I be here if I did? I'm obsessed with them, I cry buckets when they die, but I don't own them. Naoko-sama and companies own them.]
One- Life
Another race, another day. It's like nothing holds my interests anymore, now that the battles are over. Although I love this peace, sometimes I wish it didn't bore me. But I couldn't be happier, living with my child, good friend, and of course, the love of my life. Sometimes I wish for more, but then again, what would I wish for? Just as I am, I'm happy here. I love this world.
I climb out of the car, and pull off my helmet. Reaching up, I wipe the sweat off of my forehead with the cuff of my sleeve. I smell the scent of the raceway that surrounds me, taking it all in. Beautiful.
Off to the side, I take a seat. She's walking toward me, with a bottle of water and a towel, just as she does at all of my races. Michiru, what would I do without you? You're my stability, keeping my life in check. Without you, I'd self-destruct. I'd set aside all that I need to stay healthy, and race off on my own whims. You never know what would happen, and I don't want to find out. I might have ended up dying, a year ago, three, even today. No, I was already dying before you found me. Like a comet towards the sun, I was streaking toward some sort of beautiful doom. I need you to guide me back onto course.
And then, out of the corner of my eye, a man. Running towards me, purposefully, and with anger. There's danger that surrounds this man like a thick soup; I can smell it, tainting this beautiful scent of the cars, of the wind. His hand, at his side, clenched. Ruffled black hair, brown eyes, flaming. I'd never seen him in my life, but didn't want him near me. It wasn't fear I felt, it was anxiety.
His eyes spot me. I'm rooted to this spot, wanting to know who he is, what he wants. I want to run over to Michiru, who has spotted me by now. She looks quizzically at me, asking me what the matter is, only with her eyes. Deep, gorgeous eyes. God, I love those eyes, with my whole being.
The man comes into full view. In his right hand is clenched a gun. Panic streaks across my nerves, chemicals, adrenaline, screaming to me, trying to force me to run. That gun, it shouldn't be here, in this country. Illegal. Not that it matters right now. Right now, I have to get away. But now that gun is pointed at me. If I run, he'll shoot. If I stay here, he'll shoot. I'm tensed up, like a wild animal. Everything in this body of mine is trying to force me to run, but I can't. I'm trapped in this spot, frozen. Time slows. I can hear people screaming. Someone is shouting for the security. Not like that would do much good now; he's pointing the thing at me. His lips are moving, but I can't make out words. I hear my name in his sentences, reflecting the anger in his voice. Damn it, Haruka, run! But I can't. I just...can't.
And everything is moving so slowly. Everything, each detail, I take in. My senses are sharp, but I can't react. Then, a blur. A voice, breaking through the barrier that has become my motions. Michiru's. It brings me back, pulls me out of the pool of my senses. It's like I'm choking up water. Little things begin to rush back to me, and then, a tidal wave of the moment, slamming me back into this twisted moment of reality. His hand, the one with the gun, quivering, twitching, and that just might be the end of me. One wrong move by him, or by me for that matter, and I'm dead. Just like that, my life, hanging in the balance. And then, a thought. I suppose that if I could transform fast enough, I could get out of there. But, then the thought is gone. There's a huge crowd circled all around us by now, and they would all see. Then, they would suspect, and even if I did live, I'd be under constant examination. In the end, that might put our princess, or even the rest of my family in danger. And I would give my life to prevent that.
So, I try to reason with him. In as calming of a voice that I can muster, I speak to him. I don't bring up me at all; that just might make him even angrier. Instead, I ask him his name, about his family, if he likes racing, questions of the sort. To try and sympathize, to get him to realize that there are people who don't want him to do this. He won't listen to me, no matter how hard I try. With those eyes of flame, he stares at me, all while raving like a madman. I realize I'm scared, though I won't admit it. There's a way out of this. I'll find it; I have to find it.
The security guards arrive. They're scared; honestly, who handles these things at a racetrack? Normally they just deal with people bringing outside items, special cameras that are banned, and the occasional drunk. Nothing like this, that has a life hanging on the edge. This is the stuff they watch on television, not what they have to deal with at work. I should know; it's the same kind of movies I like to watch. But there's always the perfect ending, and you're never the one being held at gunpoint. Now I'm that victim, the person with their life on the line.
From the crowd, someone shouts out an encouragement to the guard. But, it's like a cheer at a wrestling match, not this. No! Don't do that; don't tackle him! The gun will go off before he gets close to the ground! I want to scream, to tear away from there, into the arms of my gorgeous goddess. She's standing there, eyes full of fear, but still strong. Please, please, if anything, let me live so she won't cry. Please, God, save me, if only for Michiru's sake.
The guards are confused. First they try to reason with him, to convince him that he doesn't have to do this, that there are other ways that this can be worked out. Of course that won't work; he has his mind set on something. If it's killing me, why hasn't he done it? No, it's probably something deeper, something more heinous. He wants me to fear him, and he wants to prove that he's in control of me. It's working, alright?! I want to scream, to break from his control, to make this all right. If only I could just scream...but I won't. I can't.
And all hell breaks loose. The guard, idiot that he was, didn't bother waiting for the police to arrive. He followed the urging of the crowd, and while the man's back was turned, ran and smashed into him. Too quick was the finger on the trigger though; I saw it pull back, and I heard the gunshot. It sounded like a firecracker. And then I didn't feel anything at all. I closed my eyes.
And opened them.
I fell to my knees. In front of me, on the ground, was my only love, one of only a very few people I would die in an instant for, my partner through both life and death. Michiru had taken the blow for me, jumped in front of me as soon as she had seen the movement begin. No! This...I...no!
Bending over her, she was still alive, I noticed. My thoughts were fragments, my world, shattered like a mirror. This couldn't be. I had promised to never her die before me, and here I am, standing over her bleeding, dying body. I did the only thing I could possibly allow myself to do, the only thing I wanted to do now. I screamed.