Ok, some of you might read the first part and groan something like: "Oh, no! Not a Mina/Kunzy again!" But please, bare with me and at least give it a chance. I think you might like it. As for the other couples, don't worry, those stories are already on their way! Enjoy...

Don't own Sailor Moon...

I love it… I love it all!

I love the clear sky in the morning, the sound of nightingales in the darkness and the scent of fresh grass entering my apartment every time I open up the windows. I love life!

What can I say? People keep telling me I'm a dreamer that cannot be brought back on earth, for I must already belong to some other charming land. And, in a way, I believe them, because I always seem to be fallen from a cloud: in the morning, when I run to the gallery with my hair messed-up, in the evening, when I'm always late for dinner and also…

"Ouch!" Apparently right now.

"Sorry. I wasn't watching." I heard a deep voice while I felt a presence close in on me.

"That makes two of us." I smiled rather dumbly while checking my head for bumps with a hand and getting my groceries, as I like to call the films for my camera, back in the shopping basket. When I saw another hand extended to me, I rose my eyes and thought, for just a second, that I was stuck in one of those beautiful fairytales my mother used to tell me when I was a child. Although he wasn't dark haired, but somewhat silvery, his eyes weren't block or blue, but rather lavender, and he wasn't wearing a long cape, but a formal business suit, he had become, even if just for a second, my own Prince Charming.

"Are you alright?" he asked while helping me up and offering me my basket back.

"Um, yes. Thank you." I answered fastly while I felt something strange… as if my face was on fire. I could only hope that this warmth of mine was not visible. However, when he placed his hand over my forehead, probably wanting to check my words for himself, my temperature went forty degrees off the scale. Strange… I never react this way… and never among strangers. Pressing his fingers on a certain point of my head, he made me let out a yet another pretty loud "ouch!".

"Yeah. You've got a nasty bump there. Come on." He led through the multitude of shoppers and into a small office, which was equipped as an infirmary. He motioned me towards the bed, while he placed both our baskets on a nearby table and started digging through some drawers.

"I'm fine. You really don't need to go through all this trouble for me." I mumbled, but the next moment he turned to me with a medical spoon made of metal and pressed it on my forehead, in the sore spot. I can only tell you that it was incredibly cold and it only seemed to increase my "fever".

"Hold it." He told me and I could only comply. He turned again to get a band-aid, but, unfortunately, until he got back I had already understood that I DID have a fever… and that I was just about to faint… which I did.

I woke up several hours (which seemed like centuries) later. For some reason, I wasn't expecting to myself in my own bed, because let's face it, I had fainted in a supermarket, but I also I never imagined that I was going to recognize a hospital room's interior when I opened my eyes.

"Where…?"

"Good evening, Miss." A rather cheerful voice cut me off and I turned my head to the right, only to see a woman dressed in a nurse outfit, smiling brightly at me.

"Um… hello… Where am I?"
"At the General Hospital, in the private wing." She explained. "Mr. Renshaw brought you here immediately after your collapse and left you in our care."

"Renshaw?" I whispered to myself, having a clear feeling that I had heard that name before.

"He also asked me to tell you that he will be stopping by as soon as he'll have the time." She respectfully bowed and exited the room, leaving me alone. Hmm… it couldn't be that my "Prince Charming" was actually a prince… could it? The thought is nearly killing me.

But, royal blood or not, I had already given him enough problems for one day and I really didn't want to continue being a burden.

So I crept out of the warm blankets and, after discovering my clothes, I changed and carefully folded the hospital covers on the bed. It's not in my nature to be a tidy person, but I was in a strange place, and respect needed to be shown.

When, half an hour later, I heard a knock in the door, I hopped down from the bed and opened the lock, only to meet the same lavender eyes which had managed to charm me not even 6 hours earlier.

"Hello."

"Hmm, I see you are ready to go. Are you sure that you are alright this time?" he asked rather serious, once again setting my skin on fire. Although he may have seemed made of ice, her could surely make me feel as if I was standing to a bonfire.

"Yes, thank you. You really needn't have gone this far with me." I waved my hands dumbly.

"You fainted. Anyone else would've done the same thing."

"Oh… thank you anyway." I said and, looking down, I realised that I had been fidgeting with my fingers for some time.

"Ok, just one more question… or request, take it as you wish. May I give you a ride?"

"Oh, I wouldn't dream of stealing more of your time. I mean, it's late and you must have a family to go to…"

"Don't worry about that." He stopped me with a gentle hand and motioned me out of the room, towards the elevators.

However, it wasn't until the metal doors closed that I caught a glimpse of a memory… of something extremely important that I had forgotten.

"Excuse me… What day is today?" I asked and he cast me a puzzled look.

"Um… Wednesday?"

3… 2… 1…

"Aaaaaaaargh!" Oh, my God!!! How could I possibly forget?" I turned and hit the elevator's wall with my head. "How could I forget? Oh, God! I've waited for this my entire life and now I missed it in the dumbest way possible!!!" I went mad and skinned down to the floor, holding my head in my hands. I had already ignored the fact that I wasn't alone and I didn't even care about whatever look he might carry on his handsome face… I was simply crushed.

"Are you alright?" he came to me, a serious sparkle in his eyes. And then, the elevator's doors opened.

"I've got to go!" I yelled as a part of me gained new hope and, the next thing I knew I was running through the hospital's hallway… I had a definite goal… that was, until I exited the building and found myself once again lost. I had no idea how to get home…

"Judging by the look on your face, you could really use a ride." I heard his voice right behind me, and so I turned to him with a defeated smile plastered on my face. "Where do you need to go?"

Half an hour later, his car stopped in front of the gallery and I ran out of the vehicle like a hurricane, entering the building one second later.

"Art!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. "Art, please tell me that you're here!" I nearly whined as a child and fell down to my knees as I noticed the empty halls that still held my collection.

"Where the hell were you?" an angry voice startled me and I immediately saw the long hair, which I have always loved to comb during my childhood years. However, when I saw the deadly look in his cat-like eyes, I immediately made myself as small as I could…

"I'm sorry…" I managed to mumble.

"Sorry?!" Mina, you've been dreaming of your own gallery ever since you were a child… and, today… today when that dream was finally fulfilled… today you decided to disappear?" I could hear in his voice that he was near the point of breaking down.

"Forgive me…" I hopelessly and quietly apologized.

"Mina, this time you're really disappointed me…" he shook his head and, the next moment, I could only hear his footsteps walking away from me. Unable of anything else, I simply sat there, on my knees, in the middle of the beautiful marble hall, among my photographs. I was cold, I was lonely and I had missed the most important event in my life so far: my first exhibition.

"So, this is your work?" a male voice made me look up and stare right into those amazing lavender eyes. I think that, for him, I looked like a little lost kitten and I felt like one too.

"Today was my first chance of showing my works… and I lost it…" I whined again.

"Come on." He said and lifted me off the floor, as he would a ragged doll. He then walked me to a small bench, where he sat by my side. We stood like that, drowned in complete silence, for a few minutes, until he got up and started looking and my photos, examining each and every one of them.

"Hmm… you managed to capture all the emotions quite well… especially in the couples' cases." Surprised enough by his words, I gazed up at him. "What is your subject?"

"Life… and love of life…" I answered with an uneasy heart, but I did get up and walked to the specific photo. It showed a beautiful couple: she long black hair, with a white flower worn behind one of her eras, wearing a flamenco dress, while he was a short-haired blonde, clad in a pirate's costume. Both her eyes and his seemed to glow with strength… and love for each other. As sad as I was, I couldn't help but smile at the time.

"What's their story?"

"Last year's Halloween. I went to a festival downtown and they simply seemed the entire party's soul. I've met then again a few months ago in the park… and they were as in love as ever." I sighed dreamily. This is so like me! Whenever I feel down, only one glance to my pictures and, upon remembering the stories behind the art, I become my dreaming self again.

"What about this one?" he pointed to another. This one made me chuckle: in it appeared a young woman with brown hair held up in a high ponytail, feeding a piece from a huge cake to a man wearing a white judo training suit.

"Um, this spring I went to a judo contest with some of friends. He is the national champion this year and she is his girlfriend, a champion herself. I heard that they got engaged. " I explained and looked at this man, who was still a stranger for me, but who was already talking to me about my works' histories.

"And this?" he stopped in front of a photo that captured the exact moment when a blonde man, who carried a large number of books, was falling over a short-haired girl that had just been interrupted from her reading. My camera had managed to surprise both their shock and embarrassment. This time I couldn't help but laugh a little.

"She was my deskmate in high school and he was the library guy, who wasn't as much of a geek as most… and who also liked her a lot. They got married when she finished college and already have a baby on the way." I spoke happily. I always felt honoured to talk about my pictures, and also for being able to show such beautiful examples of life through my works. "Do you a have favourite one?" I inquired, turning curios towards him. He looked around for a second and then walked to the opposite wall, onto what was probably my dearest picture.

"Photography isn't exactly my area… but I'd have to choose this one if I were to pick my favourite." He spoke and we both gazed at the amazing sight: two children, a girl and a boy, about five and seven, playing at the base of a huge cherry tree. She had fair hair caught in two ponytails and was dressed a in princess' white dress, while he was the dark-haired prince, wearing a tuxedo small enough to fit him and a long cape in the back. Both of them were simply adorable.

"All day he had tripped in that cape, but every time we'd ask him, he'd just refused to take it off. And she had been my family's miniature-sized angel."

"You know them?" he asked puzzled.

"Yup. She is my cousin, though everyone usually takes us for twins… and he, strangely enough, is her husband." I smiled, once again having my heart filled with that love that I was so dependant on.

"Hmm… so all the couples you've ever taken photos of have remained together." He concluded in a way which somewhat troubled me.

"Indeed… I have never though of it this way until now…" I admitted and sent him a confused stare. He looked back at me and suddenly extended his right hand.

"I believe we have started this the wrong way. I am Kevin Renshaw. Pleased to meet you Miss…" he paused and I felt my fever make its presence once again. There I was, talking to a man who had run into me, taken me to a hospital, brought me to the gallery and talked to me for the past hour… and I had no idea who he was.

"Forgive me for not presenting myself earlier!" I spoke rather loud and grabbed his hand. "I am Mina Nichols."

"Nice to meet you."

"Same here!" I tried my best to smile cheerfully, but still found it hard. He seemed to understand my thoughts, for he did not smile at all, his reply being simply formal.

"So, shouldn't you be going home?" he asked me and my first instinct was to answer: "This is my home!". But I didn't, trying to save my heart from bleeding even more.

"I will, soon… But you needn't worry about me anymore. I live nearby and I could really use a walk to calm down."

"It's probably later. Are you sure you'll be ok?" he questioned me further.

"Yes, I will." My firm response came and seemed to have cleared and his doubts, for he bowed his head slightly.

"Very well then. Goodbye Miss Nichols and good luck with your work in the future." He ended and, casting me one last strange gaze, turned around and left with no more word.

"Goodbye." Came my faint answer as he walked out of the gallery.

I couldn't close an eye all night! I was twisting and turning while all the demons in the world made sure to steal away my sleep.

After I had been speaking with Art for over two hours on the phone and finally made peace, I still couldn't find my rest. I was still angry and sad for having missed my own show, but also for not asking my saviour for his address or phone number.

I didn't want to ask about his contact details right after I had told him about my pictures, because it might've seemed that I wanted to ask him out or something… and I really couldn't think about such things at that time.

But now that I think of it… I really feel somewhat disappointed about my actions or of them… again!

His eyes must've really done something to me, for I find myself entering that supermarket and gazing around while I do my shopping, almost as if I'm expecting to catch a glimpse of my Prince Charming.

Every time I see a tall man clad in a business suit passing by me, my heart starts beating faster… Every time I see Art I somehow hope that it might be that stranger and not the man who had been taking care of me ever since my mother passed away… every time…

Today, when I came by Art's house, a nearly alien pair welcomed me: while Luna seemed to literally glow for some unknown reason, Art was silent as a grave, though visibly much more calm than in the previous days and, strangely enough, pleased by something. The truth was that they were really scaring me.

"Mina…" the silvery-haired man turned to me as soon as he finished his dinner.

"What is it?" I calmly asked, on the most innocent tone I could use.

"I'd like to take you and Luna out tomorrow night. There are some thing I must tell you and I really want to check the lobster from that new restaurant. What do you think?"

I must admit that I really began feeling as if I was stuck in the Twilight Zone. Art never ever reacted this way! He hated formal events and places, always preferring shirts and jeans to black tuxedos. That and the evil spark in his eyes made me shiver;

"Alright… I'll start digging for an outfit as soon as I get home." I answered and returned to my dessert. Unfortunately, his next words made me choke.

"No way! Tomorrow morning Luna will take you shopping. It's about time you got some real dressed for your wardrobe." He shook his head while Luna's eyes sparkled. Not having children of her own, she had always spoiled me and loved to get me all dolled up for a party or another.

I had a quick look in the mirror, admiring the magic Luna had performed on me. As usual, she had her best at transforming me, Cinderella, into a true princess. My blonde hair had been painfully twisted into large curls, while my blue eyes were now surrounded by a faint colour matching my dark blue dress and my lips were covered with a simple gloss.

Usually, people everywhere told me how beautiful I was when I looked like this, but I hated this certain "style", because it didn't represent me. I was used to wearing large shirt and old baggy jeans, along with a bow of some sort to keep my hair up. I loved the normal style because it gave me the freedom I needed… and, who not admit it, because it was Art's style and he was my mentor from many points of view.

But still, I wanted to humour Art and to discover what it was that he had been planning for tonight. I got downstairs and I couldn't believe my eyes.

"Is this for real?!" I couldn't stop myself in time and attracted pretty much the entire street's attention.

"Tada!" Luna extended her arms and crushed me into a bear hug. I swear that woman is way stronger than she seems.

"What's going on here?" I asked dumbly as the driver held the black limo's door opened and Art nearly shoved me inside. "Where are we going?" I tried to gain an answer as the limo started. Surprisingly enough, while gazing out the window, I discovered that we were following the exact route I use each and every time I go to the gallery. I caught a glimpse of the building, which meant so much to me, and expected the driver to just pass by it.

However, when I saw all the fuss in the parking lot and our limo stopped, I thought I was about to have a heart attack. I remained simply speechless as Art and Luna got out, nearly dragging me after them and, upon entering the main hall, I could distinctly hear a loud "here she comes." I did not know what was happening to me.

As soon as the marble hall's huge doors were widely opened, I was welcomed by a loud series of applauses… and so I reacted the only way I could: I remained stuck to the ground, simply staring at the crowd around me… at those who had come to see my pictures, for my collection was still in there.

Among them I recognized several high-class reporters and art critics, as well as four of the couples I had taken pictures of: that flamenco and her pirate, the judo champions, my former colleague with her husband and, of course, my crazy cousin who was half clinging onto her man, half waving desperately at me. And still, none of those shocked me as much as the mere presence of a pair of lavender eyes that were staring at me.

All-of-a-sudden, the crowd spilt in half and allowed him to walk to me, take my hand, bow and respectfully kiss it. I felt the same fire pass through my veins with an unnatural speed.

"W-What are you doing here? What is all of this?" I asked almost numbly.

"This is my apology… and your chance. After all, you did miss your first exhibition because you bumped into me, didn't you?" he asked, this time with an actual calm smile on his face. I nodded my head… and had a deja-vu of our first meeting… I fainted… again…

"Are you alright?" he sounded really concerned while supporting my upper body with his chest and holding a bag filled with ice cubes on my head. I knew that I must've looked like hell, but I really didn't care anymore. I sighed deeply, gathered my feet and embraced my knees with my arms, hiding my face in the dress' beautiful material. "Ok. Next time I want to surprise you, warn me first." He tried to joke as he slowly massaged my back.

"Why? So you wouldn't get embarrassed with me?" I asked, getting ready for his answer, my eyes already welling up with tears.

"No! So that I make sure nothing bad will happen to you." He simply embraced me and, for the first time in five years, I cried… I just crashed into his chest, hid my face in his shirt and cried between his arms.

He was there, holding me and, although the costume and the cape were still inexistent, I knew that he was my Prince Charming. So I clung to him as tight as I could, a heavenly feeling coursing through my heart as I felt his own arms responding.

And so we sat embraced until I heard my stomach growl loudly and Kevin, as I now dare to call him, offered to get something done for us. Hard enough, I lazily untangled myself from him and laid completely on the dark couch, looking at the TV screen and listening to the sounds coming from the kitchen. I extended my hand and grabbed a new film for my camera, one of those I had bought just before crashing into the man who was presently fixing up some for me and himself.

"Today, OCS chairman Kevin Renshaw made quite a spectacular presence, down at the Eastern Gallery…" the news-lady's words grabbed my attention and I turned to see none other than my Prince filmed at my exhibition. My mouth fell open as I relived out meeting and my faint. "The wealthy businessman, who is also the leader of a new chain of supermarkets in our city, has apparently developed quite an interest in the young photographer, Mina Nichols, and has played an important part in the exhibition today…" I could hear no more! This week had clearly proved itself was too much for me. I stared at my bookcase and my eyes fell on a photo, which I had taken few years back, showing the moment when Art had proposed to Luna… and then it hit! Art knew all along! God, I could kill that cat-like man at some points!

"Hope you like fried chicken." Kevin entered the room and handed me a plate filled with goodies, while he himself sat next to me, with his own food.

Kill him? Neah… Maybe I'll thank him some day…

Phew... longest one-shot ever... for the time being at least :p

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