Sailor Moon
"Reflections of a Red Rose"
By: NeoMoon
Rated: PG-13
Chapter Six:
Mamoru looked at the girl in front of him, and stepped closer, the fear in the girl's purple eyes
becoming more intense. "Are you alright?" He asked as gently as he could.
The girl shrank back against the bed.
"Chi?" Usagi said, sitting up in her bed and placing her bandaged hand on the girl's shoulder.
"What is it?"
Chi's fear fevered eyes shot toward Usagi, her mouth opened slowly, but she nothing. She looked
back at Mamoru.
"I - I have to get back to work now." Chi finally choked out as she started for the door.
Mamoru held out his arm, stopping her as she tried to pass. "Who are you?"
She looked up at him, the fear in her eyes were gone, replaced with defeat.
"No one you would remember." She whispered sadly, and pushed by him, the door closing loudly
behind her.
Rain and wind pounded against the window, in the distance thunder could be heard. The storm had
picked up.
The wipers squeaked against the windshield, the roof was up; the wind was not blowing through her
sandy hair. Haruka hated the rain.
The car came to a stop as a streetlight turned red, and Haruka took the chance to look over at
Micheru. "What's wrong?" She sighed, noticing how distant her love looked.
Micheru looked over at her and shook her head. "You, sometimes."
The light turned green, and Micheru was back into the seat by the sudden speed. She looked over
and saw that Haruka was nearing ninety.
Micheru sighed, and looked out her window. Watching as the lights of the city flew by in almost
liquid streams.
"You should slow down." She said quietly, and watched as the city disappeared into lines, color,
and light, as the sound of the engine increased.
Usagi sat up in her hospital bed, her pillow done up to support her back. She did her best not
to look pitiful as she listened to Minako try to get Makoto to talk to her about why she was
wearing make up.
"Come on, Minako!" Makoto sighed loudly. "We're here for Usagi."
"Besides!" Ami chimed in from next to Usagi. "Mako-chan's love life is only her business."
Makoto's face fell as a heavy blush rose in her face. "Ami-chan!" Makoto yelled embarrassed.
Usagi started to laugh, bringing up another surge of pain from her stomach. "I really got to
stop that." She sighed.
Mamoru leaned over and kissed her forehead lightly, his hand tightened around her own till it was
almost painful. "I'm sorry Usako." He whispered
"It's okay Mamo-chan." Usagi whispered back as she lifted his hand to her lips to kiss it.
Wife! The word screamed in her in her mind, making her drop her love's hand.
"Usako, are you alright?" Mamoru asked, his voice flooding with concern as he replaced his hand
in her own.
Usagi looked up into his gray blue eyes and forced a smile onto her suddenly tired face. "Yeah,
Mamo-chan." She lied. "Just a bit sleepy."
Mamoru smiled and Usagi felt like she could wrap herself in the warmth giving by that smile.
"Okay then." He said quietly. "We'll comeback tomorrow." He bent over and kissed her lightly
on the forehead again. "Get better." He whispered in her ear before he walked over to the door.
"Come on." He said to the others as he opened the door. "I'll drive all of you home."
"Thank you Mamoru-kun." Ami said as she stood up and creaked her back. "But my mother is on
shift tonight, so I thought I would pay her a visit."
The door closed behind the small group, and their voices began to fade.
"Minako will you stop it already!"
"Just tell me!"
"Fine! I was on a date!"
"WHAT!"
Usagi laughed as she lay back down in the bed, and slowly she drifted into darkness.
Ami sat in the overly stuffed leather armchair in her mother's office, her eyes moving over the
hundreds of old books that lined the bookshelf along the room's far wall. Ami stood, and walked
over to the shelf her fingers caressing the spine of a particularly old book.
"That one's about child psychology." Said a warm voice from the doorway.
Ami tilted her head back and smiled. "Hello to you too, Mom."
Ami's mother smiled and crossed the room, taking a seat behind her desk. "So to what do I owe
this great charity?"
Ami sat back in the armchair, and waved her hand across the room. "This." She said, a broad on
her face. "At your promotion to the head of pediatrics to be precise."
"Why thank you honey." Ami's mother said, her smile growing at her daughters praise. She looked
at her daughter, her smile fading a little. "Is everything alright, honey? Is there anything
you need?"
Ami shook her head. "My friend Usagi was in an accident, so I came to visit, and . . ."
"Now you need a ride home." Her mother finished for her.
Ami nodded. "If it's not too much trouble."
"Not at all." Her mother said as she opened her desk and took out some money. "Here you go
dear." She said cheerfully as she hand the money over to her daughter. "I'll call a cab for
you."
The smile on Ami's face disappeared. "Thank you, Mother." She said quietly as she took the
money from her mother. "If it is alright I will wait in the lobby for it." Ami walked to the
door, and looked back at her mother as she opened it. "Mother how long has it been since you
have read the book I was looking at?"
Her mother looked up from some paperwork she had started and smiled. "Well, I don't think since
I took it in collage. Why?"
Ami shook her head, a said smile on her face. "No reason." She said quietly. "Just wondering."
Ami turned and lift the room, closing the door quietly behind her.
The rain was beating furiously against her pale face, the harsh winds blowing her short black
hair wildly around her. She didn't care.
Chi looked down at the little ant like cars far below her and stood up, her feet performing an
unconscious balancing act on the roof's edge, her eyes never leaving the street below. It didn't
matter. She sighed and turned away from the street and started back. It did matter.
"I can't give up." She whispered sadly as she disappeared into the heavy shadows of the hospital
roof.
Usagi opened her eyes, and could swear she was dreaming. A woman stood over her bathed in
shadow, the only thing she could make out was the woman's long red hair and bright green eyes.
So familiar. Usagi thought.
A soft hand caressed the side of her face that wasn't bandaged, and the woman knelt down closer
to her till her lips almost touched Usagi's ear.
"Why does he love you?" The woman asked. Her voice was low and sweat, her breath warm against
Usagi's neck, and smelled of honey. "Why does he love you more then me?"
The woman's hand ran softly through Usagi's hair. "Why?"
Glass shattered before her eyes, the cuts on her body flared with pain, she went to cry out, but
the woman's hand covered her mouth. "I won't hurt you." The woman said. "I just want to know."
Usagi turned to look at the woman, but all she could see were the eerie shadows of the room.
"Why?" A soft warm voice whispered in her mind. "Why you?"
The lights in his apartment flicked to life and Mamoru sighed in disgust at the bouquet of red
roses that lay only feet before him. He picked them up and ripped away the note, letting the
bouquet fall to the flower.
I'm sorry. Was all that was written on the paper.
"Reflections of a Red Rose"
By: NeoMoon
Rated: PG-13
Chapter Six:
Mamoru looked at the girl in front of him, and stepped closer, the fear in the girl's purple eyes
becoming more intense. "Are you alright?" He asked as gently as he could.
The girl shrank back against the bed.
"Chi?" Usagi said, sitting up in her bed and placing her bandaged hand on the girl's shoulder.
"What is it?"
Chi's fear fevered eyes shot toward Usagi, her mouth opened slowly, but she nothing. She looked
back at Mamoru.
"I - I have to get back to work now." Chi finally choked out as she started for the door.
Mamoru held out his arm, stopping her as she tried to pass. "Who are you?"
She looked up at him, the fear in her eyes were gone, replaced with defeat.
"No one you would remember." She whispered sadly, and pushed by him, the door closing loudly
behind her.
Rain and wind pounded against the window, in the distance thunder could be heard. The storm had
picked up.
The wipers squeaked against the windshield, the roof was up; the wind was not blowing through her
sandy hair. Haruka hated the rain.
The car came to a stop as a streetlight turned red, and Haruka took the chance to look over at
Micheru. "What's wrong?" She sighed, noticing how distant her love looked.
Micheru looked over at her and shook her head. "You, sometimes."
The light turned green, and Micheru was back into the seat by the sudden speed. She looked over
and saw that Haruka was nearing ninety.
Micheru sighed, and looked out her window. Watching as the lights of the city flew by in almost
liquid streams.
"You should slow down." She said quietly, and watched as the city disappeared into lines, color,
and light, as the sound of the engine increased.
Usagi sat up in her hospital bed, her pillow done up to support her back. She did her best not
to look pitiful as she listened to Minako try to get Makoto to talk to her about why she was
wearing make up.
"Come on, Minako!" Makoto sighed loudly. "We're here for Usagi."
"Besides!" Ami chimed in from next to Usagi. "Mako-chan's love life is only her business."
Makoto's face fell as a heavy blush rose in her face. "Ami-chan!" Makoto yelled embarrassed.
Usagi started to laugh, bringing up another surge of pain from her stomach. "I really got to
stop that." She sighed.
Mamoru leaned over and kissed her forehead lightly, his hand tightened around her own till it was
almost painful. "I'm sorry Usako." He whispered
"It's okay Mamo-chan." Usagi whispered back as she lifted his hand to her lips to kiss it.
Wife! The word screamed in her in her mind, making her drop her love's hand.
"Usako, are you alright?" Mamoru asked, his voice flooding with concern as he replaced his hand
in her own.
Usagi looked up into his gray blue eyes and forced a smile onto her suddenly tired face. "Yeah,
Mamo-chan." She lied. "Just a bit sleepy."
Mamoru smiled and Usagi felt like she could wrap herself in the warmth giving by that smile.
"Okay then." He said quietly. "We'll comeback tomorrow." He bent over and kissed her lightly
on the forehead again. "Get better." He whispered in her ear before he walked over to the door.
"Come on." He said to the others as he opened the door. "I'll drive all of you home."
"Thank you Mamoru-kun." Ami said as she stood up and creaked her back. "But my mother is on
shift tonight, so I thought I would pay her a visit."
The door closed behind the small group, and their voices began to fade.
"Minako will you stop it already!"
"Just tell me!"
"Fine! I was on a date!"
"WHAT!"
Usagi laughed as she lay back down in the bed, and slowly she drifted into darkness.
Ami sat in the overly stuffed leather armchair in her mother's office, her eyes moving over the
hundreds of old books that lined the bookshelf along the room's far wall. Ami stood, and walked
over to the shelf her fingers caressing the spine of a particularly old book.
"That one's about child psychology." Said a warm voice from the doorway.
Ami tilted her head back and smiled. "Hello to you too, Mom."
Ami's mother smiled and crossed the room, taking a seat behind her desk. "So to what do I owe
this great charity?"
Ami sat back in the armchair, and waved her hand across the room. "This." She said, a broad on
her face. "At your promotion to the head of pediatrics to be precise."
"Why thank you honey." Ami's mother said, her smile growing at her daughters praise. She looked
at her daughter, her smile fading a little. "Is everything alright, honey? Is there anything
you need?"
Ami shook her head. "My friend Usagi was in an accident, so I came to visit, and . . ."
"Now you need a ride home." Her mother finished for her.
Ami nodded. "If it's not too much trouble."
"Not at all." Her mother said as she opened her desk and took out some money. "Here you go
dear." She said cheerfully as she hand the money over to her daughter. "I'll call a cab for
you."
The smile on Ami's face disappeared. "Thank you, Mother." She said quietly as she took the
money from her mother. "If it is alright I will wait in the lobby for it." Ami walked to the
door, and looked back at her mother as she opened it. "Mother how long has it been since you
have read the book I was looking at?"
Her mother looked up from some paperwork she had started and smiled. "Well, I don't think since
I took it in collage. Why?"
Ami shook her head, a said smile on her face. "No reason." She said quietly. "Just wondering."
Ami turned and lift the room, closing the door quietly behind her.
The rain was beating furiously against her pale face, the harsh winds blowing her short black
hair wildly around her. She didn't care.
Chi looked down at the little ant like cars far below her and stood up, her feet performing an
unconscious balancing act on the roof's edge, her eyes never leaving the street below. It didn't
matter. She sighed and turned away from the street and started back. It did matter.
"I can't give up." She whispered sadly as she disappeared into the heavy shadows of the hospital
roof.
Usagi opened her eyes, and could swear she was dreaming. A woman stood over her bathed in
shadow, the only thing she could make out was the woman's long red hair and bright green eyes.
So familiar. Usagi thought.
A soft hand caressed the side of her face that wasn't bandaged, and the woman knelt down closer
to her till her lips almost touched Usagi's ear.
"Why does he love you?" The woman asked. Her voice was low and sweat, her breath warm against
Usagi's neck, and smelled of honey. "Why does he love you more then me?"
The woman's hand ran softly through Usagi's hair. "Why?"
Glass shattered before her eyes, the cuts on her body flared with pain, she went to cry out, but
the woman's hand covered her mouth. "I won't hurt you." The woman said. "I just want to know."
Usagi turned to look at the woman, but all she could see were the eerie shadows of the room.
"Why?" A soft warm voice whispered in her mind. "Why you?"
The lights in his apartment flicked to life and Mamoru sighed in disgust at the bouquet of red
roses that lay only feet before him. He picked them up and ripped away the note, letting the
bouquet fall to the flower.
I'm sorry. Was all that was written on the paper.