Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters on Sailor Moon. Also, the title "Confessions" does in no way refer to Usher's new song.
Chapter Three: Confessions
After Darien and Rini had left, Raye continued to distractedly sweep the front porch of the shrine. She stopped when she suddenly realized she'd forgotten to place a fortune on her cherry blossom tree.
Raye took out a piece of paper, folding it over one of the paper-strewn branches of the tree.
"Please keep Grandpa safe," she said softly. She looked thoughtfully up at the sky.
An eerie wind passed through the papers on the branches.
"And Darien."
Raye quickly spun around when she heard the thud of footsteps on the wooden porch. Her Grandpa staggered into the doorway, feebly walking down the steps. She could tell this simple action took great difficulty.
"Grandpa, get back in bed!" Raye scolded, rushing to her Grandpa's side. "Don't make me carry you there." Not that I haven't done that before.
"Raye, I h...haven't raked the leaves. They're everywhere..." Grandpa said.
Raye looked around.
It was summer. There were no leaves.
After a considerate amount of persuasion, Grandpa went back to bed.
The sun's light was now bathed in the moon's darkness, and the crickets were buzzing as Raye made tea, and went to her room to tidy. It had been days since she bathed, days since she'd eaten. She couldn't stop thinking about...
Darien...Why couldn't I tell him? I suppose I tried, but...even if Rini hadn't come along, I couldn't have told him. I didn't have the guts. It didn't start until a few days ago. Is it really worth mentioning? My visions of Grandpa have been frequent, every night since the last full moon. It seems every time I have these visions, he only gets weaker. If I keep having visions of Darien, he'll probably get weaker, too. I...
Raye stopped and looked at what she'd written in her diary.
I don't want to accept the fact that Darien is in more trouble than Grandpa is. But those...those marks...
Raye gasped, squeezing her eyes shut. She remembered a whip, light as a feather, as silver as moonlight itself. It was smooth, but painful, against skin. Darien's skin.
It won't happen. Tonight I'll drink some special brew of tea; it will keep the visions away. I can only hope the visions of the.............don't come true. But if they do, I'm sure the Scouts will know what to do.
Raye capped her pen, and closed her diary. She slid the thin, leather-bound book under her mattress. No one would ever read it. No one could ever know what Raye could see every night as she slept a restless sleep.
CRASH.
Raye's head whirled around. A dark figure's shadow loomed against the paper of the sliding doors. She saw the figure quickly making an escape. She hurriedly got up and followed, chasing the tall figure towards the tree that held the fortunes.
"Hey! You! HEY!" Raye shouted, running bare-foot across the rough surface of grass, sand and dirt.
A piece of glass lay ahead, and Raye didn't see the reflection of it off the moonlight in time.
She gasped in pain, and fell to the surface of dirt beneath her, a small pool of what looked like black liquid in the night darkness laying by her foot on the ground.
Raye bit her lip, her fingers straddling the glass between her fingers. She tore it out quickly, her breathing coming in shallow gasps.
"Damn," she cursed quietly, holding her hand over the stinging injury. "Whoever it was, he got away."
The man watched from a safe, undetected position, staring at the black-haired girl huddled on the ground in pain.
"Foolish girl, coming after me," he muttered. "It's a good thing she didn't catch me. She wouldn't have wanted to."
The man's lips curled up in a smile, and he looked up at the newly full moon.
"I shall appear to you only on a full moon," he said, as though talking to the girl whom his gaze had watched as she wrote in her diary. "I shall never be slain by a Sailor Scout."
He held a mysterious locket in his hand. It opened up, and played a charming love song; no lyrics, just a precious melody.
"Now that I have that Sailor girl's locket, I shall be able to transform into her…I shall fool everyone around her that she knows."
He paused.
"When they least expect it, Tetsuya Natsumodo shall strike against them all. Even my good friend, Darien."
Chapter Three: Confessions
After Darien and Rini had left, Raye continued to distractedly sweep the front porch of the shrine. She stopped when she suddenly realized she'd forgotten to place a fortune on her cherry blossom tree.
Raye took out a piece of paper, folding it over one of the paper-strewn branches of the tree.
"Please keep Grandpa safe," she said softly. She looked thoughtfully up at the sky.
An eerie wind passed through the papers on the branches.
"And Darien."
Raye quickly spun around when she heard the thud of footsteps on the wooden porch. Her Grandpa staggered into the doorway, feebly walking down the steps. She could tell this simple action took great difficulty.
"Grandpa, get back in bed!" Raye scolded, rushing to her Grandpa's side. "Don't make me carry you there." Not that I haven't done that before.
"Raye, I h...haven't raked the leaves. They're everywhere..." Grandpa said.
Raye looked around.
It was summer. There were no leaves.
After a considerate amount of persuasion, Grandpa went back to bed.
The sun's light was now bathed in the moon's darkness, and the crickets were buzzing as Raye made tea, and went to her room to tidy. It had been days since she bathed, days since she'd eaten. She couldn't stop thinking about...
Darien...Why couldn't I tell him? I suppose I tried, but...even if Rini hadn't come along, I couldn't have told him. I didn't have the guts. It didn't start until a few days ago. Is it really worth mentioning? My visions of Grandpa have been frequent, every night since the last full moon. It seems every time I have these visions, he only gets weaker. If I keep having visions of Darien, he'll probably get weaker, too. I...
Raye stopped and looked at what she'd written in her diary.
I don't want to accept the fact that Darien is in more trouble than Grandpa is. But those...those marks...
Raye gasped, squeezing her eyes shut. She remembered a whip, light as a feather, as silver as moonlight itself. It was smooth, but painful, against skin. Darien's skin.
It won't happen. Tonight I'll drink some special brew of tea; it will keep the visions away. I can only hope the visions of the.............don't come true. But if they do, I'm sure the Scouts will know what to do.
Raye capped her pen, and closed her diary. She slid the thin, leather-bound book under her mattress. No one would ever read it. No one could ever know what Raye could see every night as she slept a restless sleep.
CRASH.
Raye's head whirled around. A dark figure's shadow loomed against the paper of the sliding doors. She saw the figure quickly making an escape. She hurriedly got up and followed, chasing the tall figure towards the tree that held the fortunes.
"Hey! You! HEY!" Raye shouted, running bare-foot across the rough surface of grass, sand and dirt.
A piece of glass lay ahead, and Raye didn't see the reflection of it off the moonlight in time.
She gasped in pain, and fell to the surface of dirt beneath her, a small pool of what looked like black liquid in the night darkness laying by her foot on the ground.
Raye bit her lip, her fingers straddling the glass between her fingers. She tore it out quickly, her breathing coming in shallow gasps.
"Damn," she cursed quietly, holding her hand over the stinging injury. "Whoever it was, he got away."
The man watched from a safe, undetected position, staring at the black-haired girl huddled on the ground in pain.
"Foolish girl, coming after me," he muttered. "It's a good thing she didn't catch me. She wouldn't have wanted to."
The man's lips curled up in a smile, and he looked up at the newly full moon.
"I shall appear to you only on a full moon," he said, as though talking to the girl whom his gaze had watched as she wrote in her diary. "I shall never be slain by a Sailor Scout."
He held a mysterious locket in his hand. It opened up, and played a charming love song; no lyrics, just a precious melody.
"Now that I have that Sailor girl's locket, I shall be able to transform into her…I shall fool everyone around her that she knows."
He paused.
"When they least expect it, Tetsuya Natsumodo shall strike against them all. Even my good friend, Darien."