Rose Dream: Thanks for the review :D. Okay, so let me address some stuff, I know I'm not the best author out there, but I try. There's a whole lot more to this story. I'm just getting started, and yes, there is a story line, it just hasn't started, I'm just like introducing stuff, and Serena's supposed to be going out there with some obscure evil on her trail. Remember that "Mwahahaha, I'm gonna come and get you soon," dark shadow thing at the end of one of my earlier chapters? I was just mentioning it, and there's Diamond who's overthrown the Lunar Monarchy... and I mean, I mentioned she was like dreaming that she could possibly be of the "lost Lunar line..." dum de dum, I was a silly 10th grader, but I think I was foreshadowing. Heh, sorry if I seem harsh about this, but-- I've mentioned it before, there's a reason why her hair is black and silver. I'll write it again, I think it was on the website somewhere, but I don't blame you, I wouldn't read through all that crap unless it was addressed specifically to me anyways. Her hair is silver in the canon, right?
SPOILER WARNING for the rest of the story: her hair is black because she's the rightful heir to the throne, and since the, let's say, magic power of the Moon is being controlled by Diamond, who took over by evil means,the power source has been corrupted. And people most associate evil and corruption, death and all that other bad stuff with black. END SPOILER.
I have black hair, so it was me trying to give a reason for a main character having black hair. But it flashes silver when she's experiencing a strong emotion. It's black normally. The rest of the girls are coming in gradually, next on the list is Minako. Serena'll meet Endymion while she's drunk on punch. Did I say they're gonna have a big fat fight with some evil super power? I'm too lazy to scroll up and see. Umm, I think I sounded mean, but your welcome! I love reviews!
ShadeSpirit: Thanks for reviewing, I don't try to be funny it just happens, if I try too hard, I'm not funny, but thanks :D.
Yes, I loved the Inuyasha bit too, mwahahaha.
Moonlit Dreams
Chapter 8
Serena woke in a cold sweat, gasping for air. Her breath rasped in her throat. She had been jerked out of her nightmare in a fit of emotion. Now the remnants of her nightmare were slowly slipping through her fingers like sand, but the fear was still burning a knot in the pit of her stomach. She lay awake in her bed a minute, knowing that she would never be able to go back to sleep. At least not with that feeling gnawing at her insides.
Sighing, Serena rolled out of bed, threw on a sweater, found her sneakers by the door and headed out. The empty building gave her an oddly eerie feeling, until the doorman tipped his hat to her when she walked out. A cool, gentle breeze soothed her flushed face and her mussed silver tresses. The night air gave her a feeling of comfort, easing the feeling in her stomach with a twinkle of stars and the glow of a waning Earth in a cloud-less sky. She wandered into the Plaza, letting her feet take her where they would. Serena passed the hospital, a nostalgic smile crossing her face; most of the student workers had been relieved for summer holidays earlier that week, when finals had ended. The tantalizing floral scent floated down to her from over the garden wall. 'Why not?' she thought, trying to find a foot hole to lever her way up and over the wall. She managed the jump with an, "Oof."
Serena couldn't see very far, the dark shapes of tall plants were blocking out what little light she had. She headed toward where she thought there was Earthlight shining off of water, and found herself standing in front of a fountain. A soft rustle interrupted her reverie, maybe she wasn't the only one enjoying the garden in the middle of the night. I mean, it's not that unusual of a hobby is it? Serena tip-toed silently, she hoped, to the other side of the fountain. But it was just her luck that she tripped and landed, thankfully, on a patch of Plutonian begonias.
"Ptha!" Serena spit out a bunch of leaves and turned around to sit on her bum, examining the torn flesh of her scraped palm. She looked up at the fountain and let out a frightened, "Eeek!" She could say that she hadn't tripped over her own two feet, rather, someone else's outstretched legs. A prone figure was laying up against the side of the fountain. Not sure what to do, Serena hopped to her feet and walked over to the person who had not moved for the whole episode. "Maybe it was a patient that had fallen asleep outside?" she thought. She could see the gentle rise and fall of his chest, and leaned over to inspect his face in the dim Earthlight. "Kunzite?" Serena gasped. "What are you doing here?" she said more to herself than anything else, he seemed to be asleep.
Serena gazed down at him for a moment, he looked so peaceful in his sleep. In his waking hours, Kunzite was grim and, 'Adult-like,' was the only way Serena could phrase it. Serena put an arm behind his back and proceeded to try and pull him up, but failed miserably. She let out a groan of frustration, she couldn't very well leave him there. Who knows what kind of trouble he could get himself into. "Idea!" Serena immediately cheered up. She was at a hospital and hospitals had wheelchairs. She made for the supply closet that led into the building, rummaged around and found what she had been looking for. She rolled it over to her unconscious friend and vainly tried to pull him into the chair. "Oh!" she poked him, "Kun-zite,' she sang. He cracked his eyes open with a groan. "Be a good boy and sit in the chair," Serena cooed. Kunzite gurgled unintelligibly and Serena helped him into his chair where he promptly nodded off.
She rolled him into the empty corridors and out the glass doors, it seemed the night receptionist had taken a bathroom break. Serena's triumphant smile fell when she realized she had no clue where Kunzite was staying. She shrugged her shoulders, "My place then." She happily pushed him down the empty dark streets and past the curious doorman, up the elevator and down the hall to her home. She pushed open the door and rolled Kunzite over to the sofa, gleefully poked him again and told him to move onto his make-shift bed. He obliged, turning his back to her and stuffing his face in the dark nook between sofa cushions. Serena quickly pulled out a blanket and pillow for her guest, and had a hard time trying to shove the pillow under his head ("It just won't budge!"). She slipped off his shoes before tucking him in under her fuzzy pink blanket. She looked down at his slumbering form, a funny warm feeling filling her stomach, even though he probably had no clue what was going on, she wouldn't be alone that night.
For the second time that night, Serena was wrenched from a fitful sleep. Her hands flew up to her throat as she stumbled out of bed. Her eyes watered and every breath burned. She scrambled to her mirror, trying to look for marks on her throat. The morning twilight didn't give her enough light and the burning sensation was quickly fading. Serena was temporarily blinded when she flipped the wall switch. She was sure that the red spots of flushed flesh would have been in the shape of hands a few minutes earlier.
She was unsettled by her experience and tried to find comfort in the less enclosed space of her living room. With dark eyes she looked upon Kunzite's slumbering form, and silently tip-toed into the kitchen. She ran a hand through her hair, but could not manage to find solace in the plethora of food laid before her.
Serena dozed in her chair, while the sun rose dancing off the domed marble of the palace and the waves of the neighboring Sea of Tranquility to the north. She was pulled out of her uneasy reverie by the stirring of a certain friend. "Good morning," Serena chirped, quickly masking her dark and somber thoughts. It helped Serena's strained smile turn into a wide grin when she saw Kunzite's hair sticking out at odd angles and fresh drool dripping from his chin.
Noticing her amused glance, Kunzite hastily wiped the drivel from his chin. He looked like an indignant deer caught in headlights, wide-eyed and at a complete loss at what to do. Serena tried to break the uneasy silence that had met her greeting, "You know, Kunzite, it's impossible to wake you up! You sleep like a rock." He gave her a blank look. "Uh, I found you passed out last night…" she tried again. His eyes flashed, "I brought you back here, because I didn't know where you lived and stuff," Serena trailed off, suddenly feeling nervous. Her eyes slid to the wheel chair precariously parked under the window, then back to Kunzite who swallowed audibly. The moment seemed so serious that that Serena couldn't find Kunzite swallowing the glob of spit that had just recently been supplying his steady stream of slobber funny.
He unconsciously shifted his weight from foot to foot. Serena found the agitated behavior belie Kunzite's usual sense of fortitude, and it was extremely unnerving. Even based on her short acquaintance with the platinum-haired man in question, Serena found his discomposure attributing greatly to her present unease; he seemed so sure of himself all the time, as if nothing could go wrong with him around--and if it did, he would know how to make it right. Kunzite pointedly raised his eyebrows at her. Serena finally took the hint and pointed him, "down the hall and to the right," to the bathroom.
She made light of the situation, "Definitely not a morning person." Kunzite returned soon with a tamed mien (A.N.: Yes, that's on purpose… "mien," not "mane.") and stiffly dumped himself onto the couch. Serena strode over to him, instinctively understanding something was terribly amiss. She sat down next to him and bluntly asked, "What's wrong?" Kunzite looked at her silver-blue eyes for a moment with a blankness that belied his inner torment. She took his large hand into her own. "She-" he stopped. Sudden emotion overcoming him, "was supposed to get better," he whispered the last. Serena gasped, 'His mother!'
"Oh, Kunzite!" She pulled him into a fierce hug. Affording him the comfort he so sorely needed. Half of her expected him to cry, but the other half wasn't surprised at his tearless eyes. He laid his head in her lap and she imagined he recalled doing the same with his mother.
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I think this chapter sucked, but oh well, it helps me get to where I'm going, and ties up that bit with the Death Wing. It wouldn't have been trying to write well if I had forgotten to write about that, right? So if I missed any stuff or loose ends, remind me :).
Umm, I'd love it if you could give me any ideas about what you all want to happen, leave it in your review ;D. I know the general direction I want to go in, and maybe what I want to happen once I get there... but cough any suggestions would help. Mwaha. Did I tell you all that I'm off at college now? And the reading is killer. I'm glad I didn't get math this quarter. Think of that, Calculus at a fast pace.