Lonely Dove

In my dearest memories, I see you reaching out to me,
Though you're gone, I still believe that you can call out my name.

Usagi looked around the classroom, she couldn't help but wonder what class this was. Her parents hadn't bothered telling her anything and the only reason she knew what classroom to be in was the schedule in a notebook covered with badly-drawn moons and rabbits.

The room was void of people, she had gotten here early, her father had dropped her off a few minutes ago and the only people she had seen were some old guy with a mop and some boy with huge glasses in a room filled with books. She surmised he was a geek who played pokemon card games and hung out at best buy.

What was pokemon anyway?

Usagi shrugged, glancing at the picture on the desk, a middle-aged man and woman smiled at her. She lifted the frame, wondering who it was. She flipped it over and it read:

"My dearest Haruna,
Happy Anniversary,
I love you,
Porto Sigmund"

The door opened and a woman stepped in. She looked at Usagi.

"Tsukino? Oh my god!" why did people say that? Who was their god anyway? Usagi heard it all the time and couldn't figure out what they meant by saying the seemingly popular phrase.

The woman dropped her briefcase, her eyes wide.

"Tsukino! I--I didn't know you were here...why are you at my desk? Never mind that, how are you? What..." Usagi tuned her out, this stupid woman talked too much. It was hurting her ears.

--+--

Usagi sighed quietly, laying her head on the pink desk. Why were they pink? Even the boys sat at pink desks. Why did the woman up front get a regular desk? How come someone who talked too much and was stupid get a better desk? It was bigger too.

The bell had rung fifteen minutes ago and other students had filed in, laughing and talking. The room had gotten real quiet when they saw her. They had stared. They had stared like she was some kind of ghost. Maybe it was because she was ugly.

She didn't think she was ugly - in fact she thought she was quite fortunate looking - but those idiotic doctors had diagnosed her and apparently found her judgement to be incompetent. She was too unstable to be considered safe.

How the heck did she get out of the hospital if she was so dangerous?

So what if she was ugly? They didn't need to stare. Their eyes looked on in... fear. The room was filled with involuntary tension. Silence reigned until the woman clapped, telling everyone to sit down.

A blonde with long hair sat on her right. A big, red ribbon was tied on her left wrist. Usagi looked away, she didn't want to know why it was so familiar.

The woman was talking about grammar and spelling. A small bird flew outside the window, its wings fluttering like mad. They were faster than... whatever went even moderately fast. She wondered why its beak was so long.

"...the use of the parentheses is to minimize the element while the dash emphasizes the element..."

Usagi placed her head on her hand and sighed again. Why bother learning this? It wasn't like she was a writer. Or maybe she was! What if she was supposed to be some kind of nerdy bookworm? What if she was friends with that geek in the library?

Why was she even thinking about her past? It wasn't something she was familiar with. She could become someone different from who she might have been! She didn't even look that loser-ish!

'I could have been a slut. Or a hooker,' Usagi thought, scowling. The thought was a bit disturbing.

Usagi peered over her shoulder at the blonde who sat next to her. The girl - who had somewhat similar features - had propped her Grammar & Composition III book in front of her head and was currently flying through Slumberland. A small puddle of drool was slowly making its way to the edge of the pink desk. Usagi could have sworn there was something swimming in there, possibly that morning's tamago kake gohan and nori.

Usagi was tempted to tug on the big red ribbon - as well as send the girl's left arm for a swim. But she resisted the provocation and decided to follow suit with the book-planting and resting. Sleeping during the day came much easier than sleeping at night, that guy never came around in the day. He wouldn't dare pull her from a public place either.

She closed her eyes and welcomed the deep, dreamless slumber.

--+--

A voice from the past, joining yours and mine,
Adding up the layers of harmony,
And so it goes, on and on,
Melodies of life,
To the sky beyond the flying birds - forever and beyond.

"What do you want with me, huh? I've never done anything to you! I've never messed with your friends or--or done any of the things you've accused of me!" Duo shouted.

A tall man laughed cruelly. There he was, sitting on a golden throne, and beneath him was a broken little boy, Duo, who was currently wiping the blood off his lip.

"You're still friends with her though. Thats more than enough - I will not have you getting in my way! - now you will feel the pain that she felt when you betrayed her!"

The screams echoed throughout the vacant space. This place was void of everything, and the only people to hear Duo's screams was the mysterious man. It wasn't like the man really enjoyed it.

As if.

--+--

Notes:

Oh yeah, I don't own Gundamwing or Sailormoon! I also don't own Best Buy or Pokemon or anything else except the plot and story itself!

I've noticed that Usagi also seems to have source amnesia. She knows things but is unable to recall how she obtained certain information. Can you have global amnesia and source amnesia at the same time? I doubt it, global amnesia is total memory loss - my mistake! - so I guess she wouldn't really know anything if this was real-life. Oh well, you guys can pretend because I'm too lazy to fix the first chapter!
You know the name Porto Sigmund? I made it up! Kind of, when I wrote it I couldn't figure out where 'Sigmund' came from until my mama read off the screen the name 'Sigmund Freud'! Made sense, since that was the page that I was looking up stuff about amnesia and hes studied all that psychology stuff. As for 'Porto', apparently, it is a city in Portugal! I didn't know that until I pondered it's origin! Maybe its one of those subconscious things you just know! Or I have source amnesia.

I've kinda changed the plot since the last chapter! This was originally going to be about Usagi not liking the things about her old life and leaving everyone behind and becoming a completely different person! Now I might bring in some bad guys and give it a slightly action-y feel. This upsets me, because now this story doesn't seem so original! Dangit!

You know, I don't think anyone likes it when I write serious stories! Seriously, I've gotten like, no reviews!