"A Rose By Any Other Name"
By: Rena Cresten
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: As I said, I don't own Sailor Moon. Never will. Bummer. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. And please review. I got one already and it made me want to post this next chapter same day as the first. See what reviewing gets you? Oh and, I got the reviews on the format, so I changed it. I hope this is better.
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"Well, this is the big day man. You ready?" I didn't know right then if I wanted to scream, run away, or punch something. I eyed my best man, Andrew, speculatively and decided that punching something was probably out of the question. He wouldn't appreciate getting blood on his rented tux. I turned my gaze on the front doors, counting the steps it would take from here to there and trying to guess how far from there to a cab. Any cab would do. But it was too far and Anna's mother would have me beaten senseless and hog tied before I got even half that far. Then I considered screaming. I actually considered that one seriously. But I couldn't come up with anything good to scream so I gave up that idea too.
"Hey? You in there Dare?" Andrew was a good guy, but I felt a slight hatred towards the good looking SINGLE man standing beside me. Maybe I shouldn't care whether or not he would want blood on his tux. Thankfully those thoughts were cut short by the burst of music that filled up the church. I ground my teeth and tried pitifully to look calm.
Are those flower girls moving in slow motion?
Yes, yes, the ring bearer's shoe is untied. That's right, just ignore it.
Good God, how many bridesmaids does she have again?
I was once more considering screaming, I had a few choice words now that I could use, when the music changed and there fell a new kind of hush over the church. And what seemed a lifetime later a vision appeared before me that I will remember all my life.
I don't think I have ever been speechless in my life, but I couldn't have strung two words together to save my life. When I took one look at her the world stopped turning. Her hair was up in those ever present pigtails. But there were loops and curls and goodness knows what that gave her a royal sort of look. Her eyes sparkled and played peekaboo with me from behind the thin white veil. The dress slipped straight across her perfect breasts, bending up at the sides to attach to the long sleeves. I knew how small her wait was, but in this dress she looked like a pixie princess. No, she looked like an angel. Well, she always looks like an angel. But this was more. This was so much more.
Before I knew it she was there, so close I could reach out and touch her. But I was so afraid this vision would disappear or that I would wake up from this dream if I moved. Of course Andrew helped me with that when he nudged ... no wait, nudge is too gentle a word. I nearly fell flat on my face he shoved me so hard. But I made it to her side to take her arm from her father's.
From the moment I touched her I lost track of everything. I hardly remember saying 'I do.' And I certainly don't remember saying our vows before that. I do have the faintest recollection that she cried when I said mine. But I could have imagined that. Now, that isn't fair. She was such a caring and beautiful person she could have cried through the whole thing. And I loved her even more for it.
"You may kiss the bride."
"Huh?" Yes, that was a stupid answer. But I had already explained I was stupid to everything that was going on.
"Baby, just kiss me. Okay?" She had the perfect voice too. Did I mention that yet? It wasn't too soft, but it was just rough enough to send chills down my spine. I'm sure you could guess what I did next. I lifted the veil off of her perfect little face, leaned down and brushed those sweet lips with my own. Once more the stars were being born, but this time they actually seemed to explode. I thought maybe it would kill me for a while, then the kiss stopped and the bursts turned to tingles. I was the happiest man alive just then. No one could have brought me down. Nothing could have ruined the natural high I was on. I was in love, I was loved back, and I knew that I had found the other half to my soul. Now she was mine, totally and completely mine alone. I was never going to let her go. Never. Nothing would ever come between us. Anna was the princess I had always dreamed about when I was little.
You see, I was an odd little boy. I dreamed about princess' and castles and magic. Most little boys played with toy guns and ate dirt or some such garbage. I spent my days digging in gardens, and daydreaming about some perfect world I would never see. And in this perfect world there was a perfect princess. And she loved me, because I was her perfect prince. And we lived a perfect life. I fail to mention that the dreams were not actually that happy all the time. Not even most of them time. But I chose not to focus on that at the moment, if I did all I would think about for the rest of the day would be the tears my princess would cry as she reached out to me.
You see why I refuse to think about that? Nope, no tears. Unless they are tears of joy, those I can handle.
But tears are tears, right?
Disclaimer: As I said, I don't own Sailor Moon. Never will. Bummer. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. And please review. I got one already and it made me want to post this next chapter same day as the first. See what reviewing gets you? Oh and, I got the reviews on the format, so I changed it. I hope this is better.
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"Well, this is the big day man. You ready?" I didn't know right then if I wanted to scream, run away, or punch something. I eyed my best man, Andrew, speculatively and decided that punching something was probably out of the question. He wouldn't appreciate getting blood on his rented tux. I turned my gaze on the front doors, counting the steps it would take from here to there and trying to guess how far from there to a cab. Any cab would do. But it was too far and Anna's mother would have me beaten senseless and hog tied before I got even half that far. Then I considered screaming. I actually considered that one seriously. But I couldn't come up with anything good to scream so I gave up that idea too.
"Hey? You in there Dare?" Andrew was a good guy, but I felt a slight hatred towards the good looking SINGLE man standing beside me. Maybe I shouldn't care whether or not he would want blood on his tux. Thankfully those thoughts were cut short by the burst of music that filled up the church. I ground my teeth and tried pitifully to look calm.
Are those flower girls moving in slow motion?
Yes, yes, the ring bearer's shoe is untied. That's right, just ignore it.
Good God, how many bridesmaids does she have again?
I was once more considering screaming, I had a few choice words now that I could use, when the music changed and there fell a new kind of hush over the church. And what seemed a lifetime later a vision appeared before me that I will remember all my life.
I don't think I have ever been speechless in my life, but I couldn't have strung two words together to save my life. When I took one look at her the world stopped turning. Her hair was up in those ever present pigtails. But there were loops and curls and goodness knows what that gave her a royal sort of look. Her eyes sparkled and played peekaboo with me from behind the thin white veil. The dress slipped straight across her perfect breasts, bending up at the sides to attach to the long sleeves. I knew how small her wait was, but in this dress she looked like a pixie princess. No, she looked like an angel. Well, she always looks like an angel. But this was more. This was so much more.
Before I knew it she was there, so close I could reach out and touch her. But I was so afraid this vision would disappear or that I would wake up from this dream if I moved. Of course Andrew helped me with that when he nudged ... no wait, nudge is too gentle a word. I nearly fell flat on my face he shoved me so hard. But I made it to her side to take her arm from her father's.
From the moment I touched her I lost track of everything. I hardly remember saying 'I do.' And I certainly don't remember saying our vows before that. I do have the faintest recollection that she cried when I said mine. But I could have imagined that. Now, that isn't fair. She was such a caring and beautiful person she could have cried through the whole thing. And I loved her even more for it.
"You may kiss the bride."
"Huh?" Yes, that was a stupid answer. But I had already explained I was stupid to everything that was going on.
"Baby, just kiss me. Okay?" She had the perfect voice too. Did I mention that yet? It wasn't too soft, but it was just rough enough to send chills down my spine. I'm sure you could guess what I did next. I lifted the veil off of her perfect little face, leaned down and brushed those sweet lips with my own. Once more the stars were being born, but this time they actually seemed to explode. I thought maybe it would kill me for a while, then the kiss stopped and the bursts turned to tingles. I was the happiest man alive just then. No one could have brought me down. Nothing could have ruined the natural high I was on. I was in love, I was loved back, and I knew that I had found the other half to my soul. Now she was mine, totally and completely mine alone. I was never going to let her go. Never. Nothing would ever come between us. Anna was the princess I had always dreamed about when I was little.
You see, I was an odd little boy. I dreamed about princess' and castles and magic. Most little boys played with toy guns and ate dirt or some such garbage. I spent my days digging in gardens, and daydreaming about some perfect world I would never see. And in this perfect world there was a perfect princess. And she loved me, because I was her perfect prince. And we lived a perfect life. I fail to mention that the dreams were not actually that happy all the time. Not even most of them time. But I chose not to focus on that at the moment, if I did all I would think about for the rest of the day would be the tears my princess would cry as she reached out to me.
You see why I refuse to think about that? Nope, no tears. Unless they are tears of joy, those I can handle.
But tears are tears, right?