I do not own Sailor Moon, much to my disappointment.  Read, enjoy, review. 

Eyes For Jupiter.  Chapter 1

By Seiyaferret

Hi.  My name is Kino Makoto, and this is my story.   I am a seventeen year old high school junior.  For the most part, my life is pretty good now.  I have great friends, school is going well and I live in a great apartment.  Yet despite all this I still yearn for something more.  All of my girlfriends have a special someone in their lives.  Now don't get me wrong, I am not jealous of Usagi, Rei, Minako or Ami.  I am just jealous of what they have.  Love.  I know that they love me, and I love them as well, but that's a totally different kind of love.  I am searching, no wanting, yearning for that special someone in my life. 

At one time I thought that I found him.  Actually, he was wonderful.  He was always there to pick up the pieces after another boyfriend dumped me.  But I grew to love him like a brother, as I knew he loved me as a sister.  He is still in my heart, but I want more.  Need more. 

Ever since my parents were killed, I have been on my own.  At first I was shuffled from one foster home to another.  Acting out.  Battling the loneliness of losing my parents.  I didn't want their pity.  That's what I always saw in their eyes.  I thought I didn't want anyone else to love me either.  That's why I fought for my independence.  If I was on my own I could not get hurt anymore.  I could build a wall around my heart, forever blocking it from hurt again.  I just wanted to be left alone.  I was doing just fine on my own too.  That's what I thought anyway.

So, here I am on a Friday night all alone.  Oh, I was invited to go out with the gang, but I refused knowing that eventually I would get ignored.  I scanned my puny collection of DVD's to see if there was anything I was in the mood to watch.  Most I have watches at least a half dozen times.  "Well, I guess I'll just go to the video store and rent something," I said to my potted plant.

I grabbed my keys and my purse and headed out.  I left my apartment complex and turned north towards the video store.  As I plodded along, my mind began to wander.  Thinking about some of my old boyfriends and my best friends and their boyfriends.  I wasn't really paying much attention to where I was going, as my feet knew the path rather well.  All of the sudden I ran into something, or rather someone.  We collided so awkwardly, that I grabbed for the nearest thing to keep from falling, which was an arm.  Startled out of my musings, I looked at what I ran into and found a very broad, obviously masculine chest. 

It was then that I heard his voice.  "I'm sorry Miss.  I should have been watching where I was going."

I gasped at the deep sultry sound and didn't respond to his statement.  Obviously concerned, he asked, "Are you OK?"

Slowly my eyes rose.  I had to force myself to look up past his lips to get to his eyes.  When I did finally manage to look into his eyes, I was instantly breathless.  He had the most amazing eyes I had ever seen.  They were a soft green, almost to the point of being grey.  On the surface, they were filled with concern, but as I looked deeper into them, I saw an overwhelming sadness in them.

"Miss?  Are you all right?"

I shook my head and managed to stutter out what I hoped was a, yes I'm fine answer.  He nodded and gave me a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.  "Again, I'm sorry."  He turned to leave and I saw his mask slip ever so slightly to reveal his pain.

"Wait!" I found myself saying.  "I don't mind listening if you need someone to talk to."  What has gotten into me?  I have never in my life done something like this.  Ok, well, usually I just fawn and drool over guys that reminded me of an ex-boyfriend.  But him…there is nothing remotely familiar about him.  Not his pale hair, not his face and most definitely not his spectacular eyes.

He let out a sigh.  "I don't want to bother you my problems.  I didn't even mean to come out here." 

"Hey, Let's just go and get a cup of coffee.  My treat.  If you want to talk I'll listen, or I can also be a real good sparring partner at the dojo just down the street.  I mean, if you don't have anything pressing to do," I said.

He let out a small chuckle and his eyes seemed to brighten just a bit.  "You know a cup of coffee is sounding real good right now."