I know I shouldn't do this, but I can't have this from only Usagi's point
of view. Sorry for those who didn't want it, and I know it doesn't make any
sense for my to have say Heero's point of view when this whole thing is
Usagi remembering her past, but just try to go along with it…OK?
Oh, and I also wanted to congratulate Mars Fire Goddess on her new story. I have no idea where it came from, but what I have read so far is completely fantastic. You should really go and check her out.
Wow. This is the 30th chapter! Who ever thought that it would come to this? I certainly didn't. I was only wishing that I would be able to make it to 10!
**
She didn't even bother to put her hood back over her head as she walked away from such a rude boy! How dare he talk to her, a princess like that! She had always despised sexist pigs, even back at home. Which was one of the main reasons she hardly ever dated while all of her other friends were always out with some boy. There were just none that were right for her. They were all rude, and as far as she could tell, completely obsessed with themselves. And if it wasn't that, it was that they were only interested in her because of the fact that she was a princess, and they greatly desired to try to get something from her. She sighed; it was just another item to add to the incredibly long list of things she hated about her title.
After she had walked for a little while, and she had let off some of the steam, she began to feel a little sorry for what she did. It wasn't his fault, not really. She had just lashed out at him as if he were some boy from the moon or another neighboring planet, not an earth-boy who had just saved her life. Oh well, she concluded, she would most likely never see him again anyway, might as well keep on walking until she finally saw something…
**
Heero tried to shut his mouth as he watched the retreating back of the girl he had just saved but had as of yet too meet. He had never met anyone like her before! No one as rude, and obstinate as he had seen her be in the few seconds he was able to view her face. Sure, he wasn't exactly the best judge of females, but this one baffled him like no one he had ever met before, and with only a few short words!
But then again there was the way she stood up to the bandits when they tried to rob her. The way she didn't run like he thought she would, when he thought she was just some foolish noble boy who was stupid enough to go out alone.
But he was a gentleman enough to know that you didn't leave someone so obviously in need alone to travel in the woods, especially when it was already proved that they couldn't take very well of the themselves. So with a sigh of resignation, and the forlorn thought that he would never understand women, he set off to follow her.
It wasn't that hard to go unnoticed by the strange girl. She went through the woods, making a sound like a herd of buffalo. He crept behind her like the most silent lynx creeping up on his intended prey. It was instinctive to walk this way, as he had spent most of his life if not in this forest in particular, many others like it. His mind wandered of it's own accord, even while his senses were as alert as they had ever been.
For he was far from the ordinary country bumpkin who lived in the towns close to his farm where him and his grandfather herded sheep. He hadn't known it until he had met others…he had thought the way he acted was perfectly natural, and had been shocked to see just how different the rest of the world was. It wasn't so much his appearance; brown hair was common in these places. It was more along the lines that he thought on a different level than all of his friends, which in turn drove them away from him. And he wasn't content just to live out the rest of his life as nothing, some shepherd along hundreds, who live out their days in silence and boredom. That life wasn't for him and no one but his grandfather ever understood that. They couldn't see why anyone would like to go to places they had never seen, or to meet people that they didn't know all of the most private details about. They just couldn't understand why anyone would want to leave the comfort and security that came with living in a small place, where everything was so controlled and hard work was all that mattered. While his blood sang at the mere thoughts of doing as the people in the bards stories did, and travel the world…
So far, the most interesting thing that had happened yet was meeting this girl, and he had a feeling that if he ever wanted the excitement that he so craved, it would be best to stick with her, whether she knew it or not. Besides, he thought allowing himself the luxury of a small smirk. She did need help, and he had yet to find out what her name was, and it was impolite to not properly greet a lady…even one like her.
**
Usagi slept on, the only movements that she made which even proved she was alive was the slight rise and fall of her chest, and the faint thumping of a barely beating heart. Unaware of the world around her and caught in the vortex of the memories which had once been her life. The life that was in many ways much happier than the one she lived now, but in others almost as terrible. Always confined to be what people wanted her to be. Trying to match up to the image that was expected of her, changing herself to fit the life that she lived, and as always, never feeling the invigorating sense of freedom…The freedom that was worth dying for.
**
Endymion wandered aimlessly through the palace gardens. It was almost twilight, and that was his favorite time of the day. When the rays of the sun spread like a crazy painting through the sky, and for one brief moment the world held in suspense waiting for the day to come to and end. Knowing that night must come, as it always had come and always would, but trying to hold on to the day for as long as possible.
The path he was walking though was like the rest of this place. Everything was in perfect order, and nothing was out of place. Every leaf and every flower was carefully groomed to their ultimate possible beauty, and the place as always filled him with an overwhelming feeling of peace. The heady scent of roses filled his senses mixed tantalizing with the other flowers of the garden. He stopped in his stroll or a second to admire a particularly beautiful red rose. It was the essence of perfection, every petal perfectly in place, and the deepest red he had ever seen. Just like it should be a glimmer of perfection among all of the mistakes of his garden.
Endymion grasped the stem in his hand, and ripped it from its place in the garden. The thorns coming out of the side pricked his delicate skin, and he cursed when he saw the blood the color of the rose in his hand to come out of the tiny holes the thorns had caused.
Careful to not harm the flower more than need be, Endymion ripped out the thorns one by one, and didn't bother to wipe away the blood that flowed down his hand when they cut him. Even a rose, so perfect and beautiful hand thorns. But Endymion smirked to himself. Even those could be ripped away.
Finally pulling a handkerchief from his sleeve Endymion efficiently wiped the blood away. Then he walked down the path, covered in the silence of darkness.
**
Meanwhile someone watched him, and smirked. Yes, things were going just as planned.
**
I know it wasn't very good, but bare with me. I've had a lot of problems with writing, and even though it isn't excellent, I did put a lot of work into it.
So remember to review if you want more, and I hope you do because I just finished the next chapter, and while I just can't wait until I can post it, I want to wait until you review for this first.
Email me at sirencalling@yahoo.com if you have anything to say. Don't worry, I don't bite, and you can't bother me.
Oh, and I also wanted to congratulate Mars Fire Goddess on her new story. I have no idea where it came from, but what I have read so far is completely fantastic. You should really go and check her out.
Wow. This is the 30th chapter! Who ever thought that it would come to this? I certainly didn't. I was only wishing that I would be able to make it to 10!
**
She didn't even bother to put her hood back over her head as she walked away from such a rude boy! How dare he talk to her, a princess like that! She had always despised sexist pigs, even back at home. Which was one of the main reasons she hardly ever dated while all of her other friends were always out with some boy. There were just none that were right for her. They were all rude, and as far as she could tell, completely obsessed with themselves. And if it wasn't that, it was that they were only interested in her because of the fact that she was a princess, and they greatly desired to try to get something from her. She sighed; it was just another item to add to the incredibly long list of things she hated about her title.
After she had walked for a little while, and she had let off some of the steam, she began to feel a little sorry for what she did. It wasn't his fault, not really. She had just lashed out at him as if he were some boy from the moon or another neighboring planet, not an earth-boy who had just saved her life. Oh well, she concluded, she would most likely never see him again anyway, might as well keep on walking until she finally saw something…
**
Heero tried to shut his mouth as he watched the retreating back of the girl he had just saved but had as of yet too meet. He had never met anyone like her before! No one as rude, and obstinate as he had seen her be in the few seconds he was able to view her face. Sure, he wasn't exactly the best judge of females, but this one baffled him like no one he had ever met before, and with only a few short words!
But then again there was the way she stood up to the bandits when they tried to rob her. The way she didn't run like he thought she would, when he thought she was just some foolish noble boy who was stupid enough to go out alone.
But he was a gentleman enough to know that you didn't leave someone so obviously in need alone to travel in the woods, especially when it was already proved that they couldn't take very well of the themselves. So with a sigh of resignation, and the forlorn thought that he would never understand women, he set off to follow her.
It wasn't that hard to go unnoticed by the strange girl. She went through the woods, making a sound like a herd of buffalo. He crept behind her like the most silent lynx creeping up on his intended prey. It was instinctive to walk this way, as he had spent most of his life if not in this forest in particular, many others like it. His mind wandered of it's own accord, even while his senses were as alert as they had ever been.
For he was far from the ordinary country bumpkin who lived in the towns close to his farm where him and his grandfather herded sheep. He hadn't known it until he had met others…he had thought the way he acted was perfectly natural, and had been shocked to see just how different the rest of the world was. It wasn't so much his appearance; brown hair was common in these places. It was more along the lines that he thought on a different level than all of his friends, which in turn drove them away from him. And he wasn't content just to live out the rest of his life as nothing, some shepherd along hundreds, who live out their days in silence and boredom. That life wasn't for him and no one but his grandfather ever understood that. They couldn't see why anyone would like to go to places they had never seen, or to meet people that they didn't know all of the most private details about. They just couldn't understand why anyone would want to leave the comfort and security that came with living in a small place, where everything was so controlled and hard work was all that mattered. While his blood sang at the mere thoughts of doing as the people in the bards stories did, and travel the world…
So far, the most interesting thing that had happened yet was meeting this girl, and he had a feeling that if he ever wanted the excitement that he so craved, it would be best to stick with her, whether she knew it or not. Besides, he thought allowing himself the luxury of a small smirk. She did need help, and he had yet to find out what her name was, and it was impolite to not properly greet a lady…even one like her.
**
Usagi slept on, the only movements that she made which even proved she was alive was the slight rise and fall of her chest, and the faint thumping of a barely beating heart. Unaware of the world around her and caught in the vortex of the memories which had once been her life. The life that was in many ways much happier than the one she lived now, but in others almost as terrible. Always confined to be what people wanted her to be. Trying to match up to the image that was expected of her, changing herself to fit the life that she lived, and as always, never feeling the invigorating sense of freedom…The freedom that was worth dying for.
**
Endymion wandered aimlessly through the palace gardens. It was almost twilight, and that was his favorite time of the day. When the rays of the sun spread like a crazy painting through the sky, and for one brief moment the world held in suspense waiting for the day to come to and end. Knowing that night must come, as it always had come and always would, but trying to hold on to the day for as long as possible.
The path he was walking though was like the rest of this place. Everything was in perfect order, and nothing was out of place. Every leaf and every flower was carefully groomed to their ultimate possible beauty, and the place as always filled him with an overwhelming feeling of peace. The heady scent of roses filled his senses mixed tantalizing with the other flowers of the garden. He stopped in his stroll or a second to admire a particularly beautiful red rose. It was the essence of perfection, every petal perfectly in place, and the deepest red he had ever seen. Just like it should be a glimmer of perfection among all of the mistakes of his garden.
Endymion grasped the stem in his hand, and ripped it from its place in the garden. The thorns coming out of the side pricked his delicate skin, and he cursed when he saw the blood the color of the rose in his hand to come out of the tiny holes the thorns had caused.
Careful to not harm the flower more than need be, Endymion ripped out the thorns one by one, and didn't bother to wipe away the blood that flowed down his hand when they cut him. Even a rose, so perfect and beautiful hand thorns. But Endymion smirked to himself. Even those could be ripped away.
Finally pulling a handkerchief from his sleeve Endymion efficiently wiped the blood away. Then he walked down the path, covered in the silence of darkness.
**
Meanwhile someone watched him, and smirked. Yes, things were going just as planned.
**
I know it wasn't very good, but bare with me. I've had a lot of problems with writing, and even though it isn't excellent, I did put a lot of work into it.
So remember to review if you want more, and I hope you do because I just finished the next chapter, and while I just can't wait until I can post it, I want to wait until you review for this first.
Email me at sirencalling@yahoo.com if you have anything to say. Don't worry, I don't bite, and you can't bother me.