Hey Everybody. This is the next chapter of my story. I hope you enjoy it,
and I hope even more that you will be so confused that when your finished
you will want to strangle some answers out of me! I want to dedicate this
chapter to everyone who reviewed, and especially cloe mason who was just so
persistent! Thanks peeps!
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The small sound of crying woke Luna from her peaceful sleep. At first Luna tried to ignore the faint echo of shuddering sobs coming from her charge, but over time she realized that there was no way she was going to get any rest that night until she went over to try to console the girl that was her princess.
Slowly Luna stretched to get out all of the kinks in her lithe body, and jumped out of the bed she had made for the night using a pillow Usagi had placed for her on the desk. There was only so much she could take of being rolled on when she tried to sleep in the same bed as Usagi, so she had asked to have a temporary bed made until she could find a more permanent place to sleep.
When she finally jumped onto the bed, she was expecting to see what she normally did, night after night. It had been happening for as long as she had known the girl, and had become a routine repeated every time that Luna woke up. She would hear crying coming from the bed, and at first worried would go to see what was wrong. Every time she could see Usagi with her eyes closed, curled up into a ball. For the first few times she would think that Usagi was crying over Mamoru, or something else that had happened in the day. She was never able to confirm, or deny her suspicions though, as much as she might like to. She could never ask the small blonde girl what she was upset about, because Usagi was always sleeping.
There she would be, all curled up, hugging her arms across her chest, in the most childlike form of protection, tears coming from her eyes, and sobs coming from her small mouth. She could go on for hours sometimes, never stopping the flow of tears, and the pitiful wails that Luna couldn't help but think sounded like the cries of a lost child. Sometimes it would be soft sobbing, and sometimes Usagi wouldn't make a sound, and only the tears streaming down her face told of the suppressed pain, or whatever plagued her to make her so upset. These were the worst times. You might think that they would be the best because Luna would be able to get some sleep, but it was so creepy, that Luna felt obligated to watch over her while she shed her silent tears. These were the more uncommon times, luckily. Mostly, like tonight she cried like she would over a boy, or an injury she would get from fighting. Not the wailing that she did in front of everyone else, but the sobs that would escape when she was fixing a broken bone, or bandaging an open wound. She didn't scream then, and she didn't now. When she was hurt she sobbed like she was trying not to, or as if she was trying to be quiet enough that no one would hear her. The only difference was that during the day no tears came out of her eyes, while at night they flowed and wouldn't stop.
Luna jumped back in shock when she looked up from her contemplation, and saw not the sleeping crying Usagi, but the wide-awake, very aware, quiet Usagi.
"Don't do that again! You scared a life out of me!" Luna screeched when she was finally able to untangle herself from the blankets she had become wrapped up in.
Usagi didn't seem to hear her. When Luna looked closer she saw that although Usagi was awake and she had stopped crying. She was sitting on her bed, staring at her finger with all of her concentration. She was turning it side to side, just looking at it. Then suddenly she moved her hand so fast that Luna almost didn't catch it and caught a tear that had just rolled off her cheek. Once again she just stared at the glistening moisture resting on her hand. She seemed almost unable to accept the fast that she was crying. She looked at the small bead of moisture, almost as if she couldn't believe it was there, and was trying to figure out what these tears, that surely were not hers, were doing on her face.
"Luna" Usagi whispered her name so softly, that Luna almost didn't hear it. She had never seen Usagi like this, so bewildered yet at the same time Usagi seemed almost cared.
Luna had no idea what to do, she had imagined so many times when she would tell Usagi about her nightly crying sessions, but now that the time had come, she had no idea what to say.
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Usagi had woken up from a dream that now she couldn't remember, for a reason that now she didn't know. She had woken to find the taste of salt in her mouth, almost like the taste of salt water when she swam in the Pacific Ocean, and some of the water got on her lips. At first Usagi thought that it must be her imagination, but when she reached up with her finger to touch her face, she came in contact with moisture. She followed the moisture, and found paths of wetness running from her eyes, all the way down to her now soaking wet pillow.
At first she had no idea what might have caused the strange phenomenon, but then she realized with a shock what it had to be.
She never cried during the day. She wailed, and she screamed because she knew she was supposed to, but never shed tears, not that she knew of anyway. That was why she made such a scene of being upset and screamed and cried. If everyone saw her screaming, they wouldn't notice the fact that her eyes were completely dry, and not a tear was shed. No matter how much she might want to, she could never do something that for everyone else would be a normal occurrence. It was just another thing wrong with her to add to her list. She had seen others cry though, so she knew what it was like. They cried tears, and that was the only thing that could possibly be on her face. But why would she be crying while she slept, when she couldn't when she was awake?
All she could do was wonder at the tears still left on her face because she hadn't bothered to wipe them away. She was almost in a trance as she realized that here was yet ANOTHER thing that proved that something was dearly wrong with her, and all of her problems led back to the one big one her past. She was a freak with problems, all because of her past. The girl that cried at night, but couldn't during the day. Oh well, it was just once more thing to hide from those she loved.
She didn't notice that Luna was there until she screamed at her not to do that again, whatever it is that she did, Usagi didn't know. She gently whispered the name of the cat that was her guardian, as a way of greeting. Now Luna knew that there was something wrong with her, other than the fact that her grades were less than perfect. Now Luna knew Usagi had a secret, and Usagi knew Luna would try to find out what it was, it was in her nature. That was the last thing she needed. Ignoring the cat, Usagi once again closed her eyes, and slept.
Minutes later the tears came again.
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Sirus gently caressed the small picture in this hand. It wasn't like the pictures he was used to, because it didn't move. Ordinarily it would be unremarkable, but to him it was a valued treasure. It was something that he had managed to sneak into prison simply due to the fact that it wasn't a magical picture. But despite the lack of any magic, this small picture was the main reason that he had survived. He knew he was innocent so he didn't die like most people did at Azkaban, but that wouldn't have been enough to endure the loneliness, and the silence, and the pure torture of his life. This picture was motivation that told him that he COULDN'T give up, because he had something to live for. It was a last gift to him from a person that had trusted him more than she trusted that the sun would rise in the east. The person that he would rather die than hurt, but in the end had crushed more deeply than he ever could, even if he tried.
In the picture was a smiling man with coal black hair, and dark brown eyes. His arm was around a very petite and positively glowing woman with hair the color of sunshine, and brilliant sapphire eyes. They were both wearing just regular clothes that would fit in a muggle society instead of their usual black robes. They were both wearing jeans and t-shirts that said LONDON across the front of them. If you looked closely at the woman, you could see that the woman looked abnormally large around her middle, although she was really a very skinny lady. It was obvious that she was very pregnant.
'My family.' Sirus thought fondly to himself as he once again put the picture back in his pocket like he had so many times. Once again he went to search for any trace of his wife, and his child that he was never even able to see. All he knew was that she was a girl, and nothing else. He had never even been able to see what she looked like as he was thrown in jail before she was even born. He was determined not to give up though, he had been waiting too long, and had been clutching for far too many years to the hope that he would see his family once more, to give up now.
Anyone who saw him would think him a normal business man as he walked down the street with a briefcase in one hand, and a bag with his few belongings in the other. He would have preferred to ride his broom on this trip; it was so much more comfortable than flying in an airplane for hours. He just hated planes. Sadly, he was still a fugitive and he couldn't risk the chance that he might be seen. As much as he hated acting like a muggle, it looked like he would still have to for a while.
As much as he wanted to find his child, and his wife, he knew that he also had other
obligations. No matter how great his desire to find his immediate family, he already knew about extended family that he needed to see. For all his godson Harry knew, he had died or been imprisoned in his absence. It was the least he could do to drop in on the boy for a minute to say hello. Besides, there was a small chance that Harry could even help him.
It was just too bad that he was all the way in Japan, if only he didn't need to ride in a plane!
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Yep, that's the end of another chapter of my ever-progressing story. I hope you enjoyed it, and if you did, or if you didn't I'd really appreciate any comments you might have. So if you will please review, I would really appreciate it, after all, you guys are the reason I write *smiles*.
Remember, if you review, I will not only get the next chapter out sooner, but I'll work hard on it too, which is always better than doing it half- assed, I'm sure you'll all agree.
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The small sound of crying woke Luna from her peaceful sleep. At first Luna tried to ignore the faint echo of shuddering sobs coming from her charge, but over time she realized that there was no way she was going to get any rest that night until she went over to try to console the girl that was her princess.
Slowly Luna stretched to get out all of the kinks in her lithe body, and jumped out of the bed she had made for the night using a pillow Usagi had placed for her on the desk. There was only so much she could take of being rolled on when she tried to sleep in the same bed as Usagi, so she had asked to have a temporary bed made until she could find a more permanent place to sleep.
When she finally jumped onto the bed, she was expecting to see what she normally did, night after night. It had been happening for as long as she had known the girl, and had become a routine repeated every time that Luna woke up. She would hear crying coming from the bed, and at first worried would go to see what was wrong. Every time she could see Usagi with her eyes closed, curled up into a ball. For the first few times she would think that Usagi was crying over Mamoru, or something else that had happened in the day. She was never able to confirm, or deny her suspicions though, as much as she might like to. She could never ask the small blonde girl what she was upset about, because Usagi was always sleeping.
There she would be, all curled up, hugging her arms across her chest, in the most childlike form of protection, tears coming from her eyes, and sobs coming from her small mouth. She could go on for hours sometimes, never stopping the flow of tears, and the pitiful wails that Luna couldn't help but think sounded like the cries of a lost child. Sometimes it would be soft sobbing, and sometimes Usagi wouldn't make a sound, and only the tears streaming down her face told of the suppressed pain, or whatever plagued her to make her so upset. These were the worst times. You might think that they would be the best because Luna would be able to get some sleep, but it was so creepy, that Luna felt obligated to watch over her while she shed her silent tears. These were the more uncommon times, luckily. Mostly, like tonight she cried like she would over a boy, or an injury she would get from fighting. Not the wailing that she did in front of everyone else, but the sobs that would escape when she was fixing a broken bone, or bandaging an open wound. She didn't scream then, and she didn't now. When she was hurt she sobbed like she was trying not to, or as if she was trying to be quiet enough that no one would hear her. The only difference was that during the day no tears came out of her eyes, while at night they flowed and wouldn't stop.
Luna jumped back in shock when she looked up from her contemplation, and saw not the sleeping crying Usagi, but the wide-awake, very aware, quiet Usagi.
"Don't do that again! You scared a life out of me!" Luna screeched when she was finally able to untangle herself from the blankets she had become wrapped up in.
Usagi didn't seem to hear her. When Luna looked closer she saw that although Usagi was awake and she had stopped crying. She was sitting on her bed, staring at her finger with all of her concentration. She was turning it side to side, just looking at it. Then suddenly she moved her hand so fast that Luna almost didn't catch it and caught a tear that had just rolled off her cheek. Once again she just stared at the glistening moisture resting on her hand. She seemed almost unable to accept the fast that she was crying. She looked at the small bead of moisture, almost as if she couldn't believe it was there, and was trying to figure out what these tears, that surely were not hers, were doing on her face.
"Luna" Usagi whispered her name so softly, that Luna almost didn't hear it. She had never seen Usagi like this, so bewildered yet at the same time Usagi seemed almost cared.
Luna had no idea what to do, she had imagined so many times when she would tell Usagi about her nightly crying sessions, but now that the time had come, she had no idea what to say.
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Usagi had woken up from a dream that now she couldn't remember, for a reason that now she didn't know. She had woken to find the taste of salt in her mouth, almost like the taste of salt water when she swam in the Pacific Ocean, and some of the water got on her lips. At first Usagi thought that it must be her imagination, but when she reached up with her finger to touch her face, she came in contact with moisture. She followed the moisture, and found paths of wetness running from her eyes, all the way down to her now soaking wet pillow.
At first she had no idea what might have caused the strange phenomenon, but then she realized with a shock what it had to be.
She never cried during the day. She wailed, and she screamed because she knew she was supposed to, but never shed tears, not that she knew of anyway. That was why she made such a scene of being upset and screamed and cried. If everyone saw her screaming, they wouldn't notice the fact that her eyes were completely dry, and not a tear was shed. No matter how much she might want to, she could never do something that for everyone else would be a normal occurrence. It was just another thing wrong with her to add to her list. She had seen others cry though, so she knew what it was like. They cried tears, and that was the only thing that could possibly be on her face. But why would she be crying while she slept, when she couldn't when she was awake?
All she could do was wonder at the tears still left on her face because she hadn't bothered to wipe them away. She was almost in a trance as she realized that here was yet ANOTHER thing that proved that something was dearly wrong with her, and all of her problems led back to the one big one her past. She was a freak with problems, all because of her past. The girl that cried at night, but couldn't during the day. Oh well, it was just once more thing to hide from those she loved.
She didn't notice that Luna was there until she screamed at her not to do that again, whatever it is that she did, Usagi didn't know. She gently whispered the name of the cat that was her guardian, as a way of greeting. Now Luna knew that there was something wrong with her, other than the fact that her grades were less than perfect. Now Luna knew Usagi had a secret, and Usagi knew Luna would try to find out what it was, it was in her nature. That was the last thing she needed. Ignoring the cat, Usagi once again closed her eyes, and slept.
Minutes later the tears came again.
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Sirus gently caressed the small picture in this hand. It wasn't like the pictures he was used to, because it didn't move. Ordinarily it would be unremarkable, but to him it was a valued treasure. It was something that he had managed to sneak into prison simply due to the fact that it wasn't a magical picture. But despite the lack of any magic, this small picture was the main reason that he had survived. He knew he was innocent so he didn't die like most people did at Azkaban, but that wouldn't have been enough to endure the loneliness, and the silence, and the pure torture of his life. This picture was motivation that told him that he COULDN'T give up, because he had something to live for. It was a last gift to him from a person that had trusted him more than she trusted that the sun would rise in the east. The person that he would rather die than hurt, but in the end had crushed more deeply than he ever could, even if he tried.
In the picture was a smiling man with coal black hair, and dark brown eyes. His arm was around a very petite and positively glowing woman with hair the color of sunshine, and brilliant sapphire eyes. They were both wearing just regular clothes that would fit in a muggle society instead of their usual black robes. They were both wearing jeans and t-shirts that said LONDON across the front of them. If you looked closely at the woman, you could see that the woman looked abnormally large around her middle, although she was really a very skinny lady. It was obvious that she was very pregnant.
'My family.' Sirus thought fondly to himself as he once again put the picture back in his pocket like he had so many times. Once again he went to search for any trace of his wife, and his child that he was never even able to see. All he knew was that she was a girl, and nothing else. He had never even been able to see what she looked like as he was thrown in jail before she was even born. He was determined not to give up though, he had been waiting too long, and had been clutching for far too many years to the hope that he would see his family once more, to give up now.
Anyone who saw him would think him a normal business man as he walked down the street with a briefcase in one hand, and a bag with his few belongings in the other. He would have preferred to ride his broom on this trip; it was so much more comfortable than flying in an airplane for hours. He just hated planes. Sadly, he was still a fugitive and he couldn't risk the chance that he might be seen. As much as he hated acting like a muggle, it looked like he would still have to for a while.
As much as he wanted to find his child, and his wife, he knew that he also had other
obligations. No matter how great his desire to find his immediate family, he already knew about extended family that he needed to see. For all his godson Harry knew, he had died or been imprisoned in his absence. It was the least he could do to drop in on the boy for a minute to say hello. Besides, there was a small chance that Harry could even help him.
It was just too bad that he was all the way in Japan, if only he didn't need to ride in a plane!
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Yep, that's the end of another chapter of my ever-progressing story. I hope you enjoyed it, and if you did, or if you didn't I'd really appreciate any comments you might have. So if you will please review, I would really appreciate it, after all, you guys are the reason I write *smiles*.
Remember, if you review, I will not only get the next chapter out sooner, but I'll work hard on it too, which is always better than doing it half- assed, I'm sure you'll all agree.
Email me PLEASE at sirencalling@yahoo.com I LOVE emails even more than reviews. It's so much more personal, and I can also answer questions you have on the story (maybe.)
Ja ne until next time!