Name: 'The truth about Ami', chapter 8
Author: Cony
E-mail adress: rubi@riemann.mat.puc.cl
Rated: PG-13. (for some bad language and violence)
Stuff at bottom.
As he stopped speaking, the room fell silent. No one dared to speak, as the
story that they had been told was so deep and touching. All the girls were
crying, feeling sorrow and despair about the fate Reiko had had to face.
"And you were all alone . . ." was the only comment Usagi could do. Mamoru
hugged her, trying to comfort her as better as possible. Rei washed her
tears away, her interest in the story growing with every minute:
"Hiroshi-san, why weren’t you with her later?. What happened?". The man in
front of her looked down, and whispered something to himself. He seemed to
be in deep pain, as he remembered the events from so long ago.
"After . . . after I left her, I went into the factory. As I expected, it
was a trap. We have been told there would be about ten men, but when I went
inside, there were about fifty. I fought them bravely, but they were too
many. Even if I had gone with Reiko, we wouldn’t have stood a chance. They
were too many. At last, when I was bleeding and injured in every part I can
possible think of, by mistake, a man pulled the trigger of a bomb, and
since the factory was the storage-place of an arm trading corporation, the
building blew into a million pieces, with me inside. I don’t know why or
how, but I managed to survive . . . barely. I crawled out of the remaining
ruins before the firemen arrived, and ended up on the river. There, a local
family helped me. They told me I was almost a week unconscious, and I had
to stay in bed for over a month, recovering from my injures. That’s why I
couldn’t and still don’t know what happened to Reiko after the explosion. I
was expecting her to tell me, but . . . all this mess happened . . . and
now, I don’t know what to do---".
A soft sound interrupted him. A rustling was heard, and six heads turned
towards the noise, and saw as the girl formerly known as Ami, and now
called Reiko was awakening. She moaned quietly, and moved a bit, making the
sheets rustle again. Everyone ran to her side, and urging voices said:
"Reiko, are you alright?". "She’s opening her eyes!". "Hey, look, she’s
waking up!".
Reiko was traveling in the world of dreams. She had revived almost all her
life while she slept, and her memories had been specially vivid when they
referred to her time as a spy. It was as if she was really re-living all
those events. She had been so desperate while she watched as a silent
spectator how she was induced to accept the job, and could do nothing to
avoid it, knowing those actions were just parts of her mind . . . yet it
hurted so much to watch herself making that mistake all over again . . . .
but then, Hiroshi appeared on the scene, and her desperation inmediatly
turned into joy, as she was able to see him again, as vividly as if it was
real life. Hey, wait a second . . . when she had first seen him, Hiroshi
was wearing different clothes . . . why was he using now a pair of
blue-jeans and a white T-shirt?.
She fluttered her eyelids, trying to get a better view, but that image
remained there. She groaned in frustation. Why were her memories altering
themselves?. Was it a side effect of something she had eaten?. And just wait
a second, wasn’t she supposed to be dead?. Why did she feel so groggy?. Was
death like that?. But why did she felt a softness under her, as if she was
lying on a bed?. Her other senses came back to her before her view did. She
heard a lot of movement around her, and a lot of voices, all talking at the
same time. Her head ached . . . why couldn't they just leave her alone?. She
wanted to sleep . . . but surely whomever was by ehr wouldn't let her
continue. What was going on?. She felt she was covered by a thin layer of
something. , she thought, as she realised she was lying on
a bed. A very-well known smell filled her nostrils . . . anthiseptic,
clean, yet so familiar and unmistakeable . . . she was in a hospital.
Her mouth felt pasty and dry. She recognized the symptoms as a
sedative of some sort . . . that thought brought painful memories to her,
so she brushed them away. Her neck ached too, as if she had been hit by one
of those blows she had used on Minako . . . there was something strange on
her right foot also, something heavier than a simple sheet . . . and
besides,
this thing was completely covering it . . . she tried to move her toes, but
couldn’t; . Just then, memories of the past
evening
came back to her. She had decided to jump of a cliff. She had paralyzed
Minako. She had hit Makoto hard enough to bruise her. She had broken her
right foot. She had thought of killing them. She had jumped. And then . . .
what?. None of the Senshi or even Tuxedo Kamen with their unhumanly speed
could’ve been able to save her in time . . . they were too far away . . .
her head ached too much to think any more.
Slowly, she focused on the voices, which hadn’t quieted in all the time
she had been checking on herself. A high toned one, with a familiar shriek
every now and then: no other than Usagi-chan. A deeper one, with so much
caring on it . . . only Mako-chan. Another one, so similar to Usagi’s, yet
with a decible more in the scale: Mina-chan. One filled with mistery, yet so
worried about her: Rei-chan. A manly one, which she had heard so many
times, unconsciously she related it to a rose, and grinned to himself as
she realised it was Mamoru-san. They were all there, after all the horrible
things she had done to them . . . they were there . . . with her . . .
after what she had done . . . they still cared . . . she weeped to her
insides, when she discovered she had been about to loose all that true
friendship because of . . . just wait one second. Why in the name of
Mercury had she decided to jump?. She remebered something about feeling
depressed . . . but she had overcome depression long ago . . . it was
something with not liking her life . . . but it couldn’t be . . . I mean,
she liked her life, not adored it, but never hated it enough to commit
suicide for that!. What had impulsed her to kill herself then?. She
couldn’t think of anything. It was as if for the past weeks she hadn’t been
herself, as if she had been controlled by something . . . something that
she no longer had, something that had been taken away . . . and for that,
she was forever thankful.
She then tried to open her eyes, trying to look at the people who were
hovering over her. As her eyes were quivering while trying to open
completely, the voices started talking louder and louder, with encouraging
tones and words. "Come on Reiko-chan!". "You can do it girl". "Come on,
open your eyes for us!". Into her clouded mind, one thought popped up:
Reiko-chan?. They were calling her by her true name?. Who on Earth had told
them?. An icy hand grabbed her heart, as she considered the possibility of
all this being a lie. What if she did open her eyes, and around her only
were the doctors and the boss of the agency?. Perfectly well they could’ve
disguised their voices as the ones of her friends. It was a pice of cake of
them. But, she recalled she had told them herself up on the Aragosai
Cliffs. She felt so relieved, her eyes opened widely almost by themlseves,
and she stared a bit confused at the five faces looking down on her.
"Reiko-chan, are you alright?". Makoto was the first one to speak. Reiko
smiled weakly, and nodded, too tired to even pronounce one word. "You’re
feeling still tired by the surgery, aren’t you?". Mamoru’s voice shocked
her more than she had ever expected. Surgery?. She had been taken into
surgery?. When?. How?. Why?. So many questions, and not one simple answer.
She tried to stand up, but a gentle hand forced her back into the pillows.
"Don’t try to move yet, Reiko, you’re too weak". She followed the hand
on her chest, and ended looking up to a pair of blue eyes, and a smiling
face. "Mina-chan", her voice sounded dry and harsh. She coughed, trying to
clear her throat. She needed to speak now, later, it could be too late.
"Mina-chan . . . . I . . . I’m sorry". She couldn’t continue, her throat
ached too much. But, Minako seemed to have gotten the message. "For that?.
Nahh, don’t worry. It was just an accident".
Reiko felt better now that she had received forgiveness. But, there was
still two other people to tell she was sorry. She turned her head to the
other side of the bed, and stared at Makoto, too weak to speak, but her
eyes talking for her. "Take it easy, Reiko-chan. No harm done. But you’ll
have to teach me those moves of yours!". The tension between them both
broke, and Reiko smiled whole heartedly now. Shyly, she turned her eyes to
Mamoru, and felt relieved as she saw he shrugged, and said: "Reiko-chan,
don't even think about apologizing. I deserved that, for being such a jerk.
So, forget about it!". "Thank . . . you". She had trouble speaking, but
everytime she did, her throat ached a little less. One question though kept
nugging her. Where was Usagi-chan?. She looked around the little space she
had over her, and inmediatly saw her by Mamoru’s side. "Usagi-chan, do . .
do you forgive me too?". Usagi had tears on her eyes, and no one could
stop her as she launched herself to her friend, and hugged her fiercely.
"Of course I do!!". Although the hug was a bit stronger than
Reiko would’ve liked, she returned it as best as she could. "Thank you,
Usagi. Domo arigato to all of you!", were her words, a bit muffled by
Usagi’s stream of hair all around her.
Eventhough Reiko’s senses were pretty clouded, she still could feel
something strange on the room. There was something different. A presence,
no, a person. There clearly weren't six people in the room, but seven. And
that seventh guy or girl, wasn’t by her side. She stopped hugging Usagi,
and whispered into her ear: "Usagi-chan, there’s someone else in here". She
felt her friend look at her, and then a huge grin appeared on her face.
"Oh, right. I completely forgot about him!". What?. Usagi knew about this?.
Everything was too weird for her to understand right now, so she just look
dumbfoulded at her friend. "Hey!", she said, to whomever was hidden, "Come
out!. She’s awake!".
Reiko felt as someone moved, and approached the bed. Her brain
prepared for anything, *but* for what came next. Minako and Rei moved
aside, leaving a path for the person to move near her. Steps, quiet steps,
started walking to her, and at the same time awakening old memories . . .
she used to walk like that a long time ago . . . and only one other person
did . . . a smell hit her nose, a smell like . . . like the forest . . .
Then, a pair of legs appeared in between Minako’s and Rei’s, but she didn’t
dare to look up. It was so good to be true. It just couldn’t be. No. It was
another trick of her mind. Yet another painful memory.
The legs came nearer and nearer, filling her visual angle. The smell was
very strong now. She didn’t look up. The forest was there. She couldn’t
look up. Inside her room, with her. She was too afraid to look up.
"Reiko-chan, I’m here". That voice . . . THAT voice . . . no . . . it was a
dream . . . it couldn’t be . . . he had died . . . he was dead . . . he
couldn’t be talking to her . . . it was impossible . . . but it was
happening, she had heard it . . . he was back. Ever so slowly, she started
looking up, her gaze traveling from the legs, to the chest, and then to the
face. Like lighting, it hit her. Green eyes, brown hair . . . "Hiroshi",
she whispered, right before everything went white, and she passed out.
"Reiko!". His cry never reached her ears, since they were disconnected,
just as her brain. She had fainted, and fell back onto the bed. Minako
giggled, and said: "Seems you were quite a surprise!!". Hiroshi blushed.
"Hey!. It wasn’t my fault!". "How long will it take her to recover?", asked
Usagi, her eyes showing a bit of worry. "Not more than a minute or two I
hope", answered Hiroshi, sitting on a chair next to her. The others followed
his example, and sat too, waiting for the girl to re-wake up. No talking was
needed, as they were trying to recover from the many impressions they had
received. Through the window, the first rays of sun shone, lightning the
room
and everyone's faces. As they were iluminated, *they* seemed to awake from a
long dream. The blinked several times and two of the girls (you guessed it,
Usagi and Minako) yawned, as they stretched in every possible way.
"Thank God we were going to have a sleepover at your house Mako-chan. I
don't wanna know how my parents would be if I hadn't shown up at home by
now!", said Usagi, thanking in her insides about that. Rei grinned, and
added: "Yeah!. Grandpa woul've called the army, the police *and* the
navy!!". Everyone laughed, brushing every stream of sleepness out of their
bodies. Mamoru had yawned too, hiding it by a fit of coughing. "So,
Hiroshi-san, you still haven't told us what that black crystal was". The
young man stopped looking at Reiko, his eyes without a single trace of
weariness and as alert as they had been more than three hours ago. , was what Mamoru thought.
"Well, it's just a theory I have, but first, I need her to tell me what
happened after the explosion". As they talked, Minako was pacing around the
room, checking on the little non-medical things that were on it. That's how
she reached the night-table by Reiko's bed, and saw the pendant, shinning
brightly as a sun ray stood right over it. She opened it, and looked at the
picture again. "Is this how she looked like, Hiroshi-san?", she asked,
looking at the young man. He didn't even look at it, having lived with the
original for over two years. "Yes. And that's one of her ugly pictures".
"Ugly?. She looks like a princess!!" answered Makoto, taking the pendant
and scanning it briefly. She didn't get an answer inmediatly, and when she
did, it was more like a whisper: "To me, she's an angel . . .".
Before she could react, Reiko moaned again, and her eyes fluttered open,
revealing a pair of blue orbs going from one side to another, not quite
because of fear, but because of anxiety. "Hiroshi . . . . he was here!!",
were her first words, and as soon as she said them, bolted up in the bed.
"Yes. I'm here Reiko". Being right beside her, Hiroshi could talk without
being seen right away. Her head turned to him quickly, and her eyes opened
as big as plates while her mouth opened and closed. He noticed this, and
the sudden paleness of her skin, evident symbols she was about to faint,
and run to her side. He grabbed her shoulders and her right hand,
preventing her from falling again. "Don't pass out again Reiko, it's me,
it's really me!". Her eyes were wide, and if it wasn't for the rythmic
falling of her chest, she could surely have passed for a stone statue.
The room was silent. The couple on the bed can't be disturbed, were the
thoughts of the Senshi. They kept quiet, just looking at the scene
developing in front of them. No sound filled the room, only a singing of
some bird outside disturbed the quietness . . . and even them fell silent,
as if respecting and giving the privacy needed to what was about to come.
"Don't". The faint whisper appeared to have come from nowhere, but Hiroshi
had felt it's origin. Reiko had spoken, and her eyes wer looking down, at
the white sheets of the bed, and they could clearly see as tears were
coming out of them. Her hands were twisted around the sheets, wrinkling
them everywhere, in an effort of steading herself. "Reiko!. It's me!. Look
at me!", said Hiroshi, trying to make her look at him. He felt as she was
slowly drifting away, refusing to believe what was happening. "Please. Not
again. It hurts too much". The whisper reached everyone's ears and were
very confused about it. Why was Reiko denying the obvious?. Her love was
standing right beside her, and she wasn't looking at him, and even was
trying to push him away!. "Reiko, what are you saying?". He couldn't
understand what was going on. "You've come again. Don't you have a heart?.
Don't you see it hurts too much to see him and then realise it's just a
trick of my mind?".
He then got what was happening. She thought everything was a dream, an
ilusion . . . that was why she didn’t believe he was there. . He grabbed her chin, and moved it slowly
towards him. "Would and ilusion do this, my angel?", he whispered, drinking
into her crying eyes the happiness of being able to hold her again. He then
kissed her, savoring the salty taste of her tears, and putting all his
warmth on that simple yet so full of non-spoken feelings gesture.
Reiko inmediatly stiffened as their lips made contact. . Reiko hesitated a bit, but then brought a trembling hand up, and
carresed Hiroshi's neck. When she knew he wouldn’t dissapear, she pushed
him against her, mixing their lips more and more, tears still coming out of
her eyes, but this time, of complete joy.
The girls and Mamoru were stunned. Was this really their friend?. The so
calm, quiet, and the one the one who even blushed at the mention of a boy?.
Was this the same girlt hey knew, the one that was now passionatly kissing
a guy?. And a guy almost four years older than her?. It sounded so bizarre,
yet that was the scene they were watching. Their kiss went on and on, they
were so reluctant to let go . . . the only thing they wanted was to be
together forever, on each other arms . . . kissing . . . enjoying the
presence of the other . . . but as much as their minds wanted that, their
bodies needed air.
They separated, although the distance they kept from the other was no more
than a couple of centimeters. Reiko cried silently, her lips quivering in
emotion. Hiroshi's eyes were wet too, as for the first time in three years
he was able to see her again, to love her again, to be with her again.
Reiko carresed every inch of his face, yet not believing what was happening
was true . . . but if in fact it was a dream, it was such a lovely one, she
didn't want to wake up . . . now she understood why the ancient poets wrote
about how pleasureable it was to die on your lover's arms . . . Both of
them were so lost on their own pink world, that never noticed as Usagi
stood up, and motioned for the rest of them to leave. The girls left,
walking soundlessly and quickly out of the room.
"Hiroshi . . .", she whispered, the emotion she was feeling too big to
speak any louder. "I . . . I love you". Those three simple words, which had
crossed between them so long ago, sounded now so fresh and true . . . he
just nodded, and whispered: "I know . . .". Words choked in his thoat, and
he had to stop talking. Why was it that whenever he was with her he felt so
emotional?. , muttered a little voice on his
head. .
To be continued . . .
Autor notes:
So?. What do you think?. My opinion?. I didn't like it much, but it
just popped out on the screen, so it isn't my fault. And I'm too lazy to
re-write it.
Yeah, yeah, I know that you're probably wondering: 'Where did she
put
Luna and Artemis?'. Well, let's just say they . . . went on a looooong trip
to somewhere and won't return until . . . just after the story ends!!. There
is the explanation for that.
As usual, tell me what you think at rubi@.mat.puc.cl, all e-mails
will be answered, (unless there are some functional problems out of my
solution!).
I'd like to give a million and one thanks to Artemis&Luna for
putting
up the best best BEST Sailor Moon fanfiction website ever!. Keep going
guys!.
I mean, if it weren't for them, what would we do to get our everyday's
living?. let me tell you I NEED to read SM fics every weekend, or I get
depravacy symptoms!. I mean, I've already seen the five seasons, (they're
repeating the episodes now), and have read all the manga I can get . . .
what is there left but the work of you talented writers out there?. Thanks!.
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon and all related characters belong to Naoko
Takeuchi, Kodansha, Bandai and other big companies. I'm just borrowing them
for a while.
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Name: 'The truth about Ami', chapter 9
Author: Cony
E-mail adress: rubi@riemann.mat.puc.cl
Rated: PG-13 (YES!. It's here!).
Stuff at bottom.
"How . . ." her voice trembled as she remebered everything that had
happened, "How is it that I'm here?". He smiled, and brushed some strands
of her hair out of her face. "Well, Blue Thunder, I brought you". Reiko was
surprised, but her stunned expression was soon replaced with one of mock
anger. "What is it?", asked he, wondering why she was playing games with
him. "It's just that I was in your arms for a long time, and I didn't even
know about it!. It isn't fair!". She folded ehr arms, and pointed her nose
up, the mock evident by the shine of her eyes. He couldn't stop the grin
that
came to his face. "No you weren't". "I wasn't what?", she asked, not
understanding what he was trying to say. "You weren't in my arms for long.
It took me less than a second to get here from the cliffs". "Less than a
second?. Hiroshi, I think you got a heavy hit on that head of yours", she
said, playfully smacking the back of his head. "Nope. I didn't". He then
gracefully waved his hand in a circular motion, and out of nowhere, a red
rose appeared.
Reiko was so amazed her jaw dropped down."How did you do that?". "Magic",
was his short answer. She hesitantly took the flower, and smelled it's
scent. It was real. He had made a rose appear. He had powers. "But . . .
you didn't have those when we were . . . you know", the memory to painful
to even pronounce it. "No. I discovered I had powers after we . . .
separated", he said, respecting her silence. "It just happened. One day,
about a year ago, I was sitting by the edge of the Tokyo river, mourning on
my own misfortune, and I suddenly felt a strange feeling, as if I was
opening
something that had been hidden for a lot of years. Then, I strongly wished I
could see you, and suddenly, the water in front of me formed a mirror, and I
saw you", his eyes went dreamy for some moments, as he recalled the whole
event. "You were on a room, sitting on a desk, reading something. It was
then
when I felt hope resurge inside me. By then, I had almost lost hope on
finding you, but that vision gave me the strengh I needed to continue. Since
then, I started experimenting with my powers, and I discovered pretty
amazing
stuff. I can teleport, though not long distances, and carrying one more
person with me. I can make things appear from nowhere, and ran very fast.
Also, I have a little something of thelepatical skills, but they aren't
much.
I don't know where they came from, but I'm very grateful for having them",
he finished, looking at her. She was so surprised by this revelation, she
spoke without thinking: "So you are magical too . . .". her eyes opened
wide,
and a delicate hand went to her mouth, as a look of total horror crossed her
features. "I . . . I didn't mean anything . . . I don't know why . . .". She
couldn't think very well, and no excuse came to her mind, as she realised
she
had just told Hiroshi a secret that supposedly was forbidden to be told.
He just grinned, and patted her shoulder tenderly. "Hey, stop that, Sailor
Mercury". If Reiko's eyes had gone just a milimeter more wide, they
would've popped out of her face. "How did you know?. It was a secret!".
"Well, I just knew a couple of hours ago. I was at the Aragosai cliffs when
you and the rest transformed. That's why I know about your secret
identity". He then got a mischevious grin on his face, and leaning closer
to her, whispered in a voice that sounded very seductive in Reiko's ear:
"Let me tell you, you look astounding with that shorty skirt of yours". She
blushed, crimson staining her cheeks. She playfully hit his chest, and
answered: "Hiroshi no Hentai!". He smiled too, and moved his head closer to
hers, until they were nose to nose, and his breath tickled her cheeks. "It
isn't my fault your skirt is so short . . . besides, I've never told you
you've got beautiful legs before . . . and you look smashing with those
knee-high blue boots . . .".
She stopped his whispering by joining their lips on another kiss, devoring
each other. Hiroshi leaned forward, and put a hand on her back. Slowly, he
made her fall backwards, until she was lying on the bed again, with him on
top. They never broke appart, and Reiko carresed his face and neck while
their tongues played together. Hiroshi wasn't getting behind, as he ruffled
her hair and moved over her. The mood was quickly changing, and they were
getting closer and closer to the point where there was no return . . . .
Reiko's skin was like satin under his fingers; her hair like soft tendrils
of moonlight; her lips like wind and fire . . . Hiroshi's back was
muscular, and she felt as his muscles moved under his T-shirt while he
slowly moved from side to side. His hair was so exquisite to ran her hands
into . . . his hands were going lower and lower, almost reaching it's
ultimate goal at her chest . .
"Hey!. Get a room for that lovebirds!". The voice cooled them down quicker
than a bucket of icy water. They instantly broke appart, Reiko blushing as
the teenager she was, and Hiroshi's cheeks getting redder by the minute.
They looked so embarrased as they realised they had completely forgotten
about the people standing outside the room. "Minako, leave them alone!",
came another voice from outside, and the blonde face peeking through the
door disapeared when someone janked her from behind. "She's suffering from
a severe case of I-don't-have-a-boyfriend-and-I-want-one-now symdrom.
Don't worry, I'll hold her while you two get inti. . . do your stuff inside
there!", said a voice that Reiko identified as Makoto's.
Silence. More silence. Even more silence. "I . . .I . . ." they both said
at the same time, and quieted when they realised there was nothing to say.
They were both blushing, and looking down. They had avoided doing something
they both wanted to, but it just wasn't the right time for it. "We should .
. we should call them back . . .". Reiko's voice was low, and she stopped
talking, feeling still so embarrased . . . how could they have gone so
far?. Though it had been a very pleasureable experience for her, she knew
it had been stupid to go and try it there . . . by the corner of her eye,
she watched hiroshi's blush, and looked as he was ruffling his hair and
scratching his neck. . "You're right. I'll go and call them.
You need to rest you foot", he said, breaking the uncomfortable silence.
Reiko then realised she couldn't move properly with that heavy thing on her
leg. "Don't worry. I'm already healed". She pushed the sheets off her, and
looked intently at her foot. On her forehead, a small Mercury sigil
appeared, and shone for a couple of seconds before dissapearing. The glow
seemed to grow, and enveloped her completely. Wind was coming from nowhere,
and her eyes were closed, as she breathed deeply on every turn. Then, the
glow focused on the plaster she was wearing. Her foot was completely
covered by the light blue aura, and Hiroshi could see it was having some
effect on the plaster. The white thing seemed to tense, and suddenly became
whiter than it had previously been. "Done", she said. "What?", he asked,
wondering what she was thinking. "Watch". She bent forward, and lightly
touched the center of the plaster with the tip of her index finger. A
cracking sound was heard, and the thing broke into several pieces, leaving
her naked foot out into the air. "I froze it", she simply said, when she
saw his amazed look. "Wow" was the only comment he made, although he was
truly amazed about what she had just done.
"And now, my clothes". "You wanna undress in here?". An evil grin appeared
on her lips and eyes, when she answered: "Now wouldn't you like that, you
Mr.
hentai?. Of course not. I'm just gonna change into my alter ego. My shorty
sailor fuku, as you call it, is much more comfortable than this ugly
hospital thing!". She jumped off the bed, and carefully placed her right
foot on the floor. Once she was sure it didn't hurt, she started walking
normally. "It *is* useful sometimes to be the Mercury soldier, isn't it?",
she wondered aloud, talking to herself. "I've got an excellent healing, and
my powers improve it even more". He loked at her for a while, and marveled
at how beautiful she looked, even with that ugly hospital robe she was
wearing. "Yuck!. This thing is disgusting!", she said, grabbing the robe,
and
making a snorting sound. She then let go of it, and closed her eyes.
Her form shimmered, and her robe seemed to get shorter ans horter until it
changed into a Senshi fuku. Where seconds before stood Suiseki Reiko, was
now
a fighter for love, wisdom and justice, Bishoujo Senshi Super Sailor
Mercury.
"Ahh!. Much better!". She moved around abit, seeing if the fuku fitted her
fine. For Hiroshi, she was angelic. With the back ribbons swaying along her
legs, her shoulder blades carresing her shoulders, her hair, which had
grown an inch of two after the transformation, brushing her neck, her low
neck showimg just the necessary of her cleavage to keep him wanting it to
slip down . . . everything was so wonderful to his sight . . . she really
could've passed as an angel came from heaven. "Hey, Hiroshi, wanna come
with me or stay here and explain why am I missing?" Her voice snapped him
out of his contemplation, and nodded: "Who wouldn't want to go with you?",
he said approaching her slowly. She smiled sweetly at him, and answered:
"Flattery will get you everywhere". He smiled too, but it only lasted a
minute, before her lips met his and no further converation was done. But,
the kiss didn't last long, 'cause Reiko interrupted it by pushing him with
her hand on his chest. "But", she said, her cheeks flushed in excitement,
"this isn't the time nor the place".
He grinned. His voice was a low whisper, and it blew some bangs out of her
face. "At least give a last kiss . . . for now". She leaned upwards,
standing on her tiptoes, and fused their lips on a kiss in which she put
all her strengh. It wasn't very long either, and when they separated, she
said: "Happy?". "Never so". She hugged him tightly, and nestled her face on
the hole of his neck. She smelled his scent, and it gave her strengh to
what was to come. She purred a bit, and whispered: "I'm so comfy in here .
.". "Hmm, you're not the only one". She grinned, and he felt it more than
saw it. "Let's go. They're waiting", she said, and broke appart.
They walked towards the door, and Hiroshi took the door knob to open it,
when a soft hand was placed over his own. She gave him a confident grin,
and made a shhhing movement with her finger. Then, suddenly, she janked the
door open, and four heavy THUMPS followed. On the floor was a mass of arms,
legs and groans, which could be hardly be recognized as the Sailor Senshi
who fought against evil. Several comments of: "Get your elbow off my eye!".
"You're stepping on my hand!" and "Hey, move over!" were heard. Looking up,
the couple inside the room saw as Mamoru had a weird and annoyed look on his
face, and a HUGE sweatdrop was hanging from his forehead. "I tried to make
them change their mind, but you know how stubborn they are!", was the only
thing he said, while he shrugged his shoulders. Reiko had a mock anger
frown,
and snarled at Minako, Makoto, Usagi, and Rei: "What in the name of Mercury
do you think you're doing?".
Silly giggles were heard and sillier excuses came to her ears: "You see, we
saw this insect on the door . . .". "Minako tripped, and we had to help
her. It was just a casualty that she did so near the door", "Have you ever
wondered how entertaining it can be to count the stains on a door?".
Hiroshi had a big sweatdrop on his head too, and just giggled too. "Ahh . .
don't I know you an awful lot?" said Reiko, and giggled too. The fit of
giggles soon took over everyone, and ended laughing so hard that a couple
of nurses came into the corridor, attracted by the noise they were making.
Before asking anything, they stood dead on their tracks, as they saw a
giggling mass of girls on the floor, two young men who seemed to be pretty
annoyed, and the most impressive of all . . . a Sailor Senshi.
Author's notes:
Well, that was it. Chapter 8 is out. Here it is that small bit of
lemon I had been talking about. For anyone who has read my two other
stories,
you may have realised I've got this thing for the Senshi's short skirts . .
.
I mean, who would think on dressing superheroes with skirts that brush the
indecent sometimes?. (Ever seen that pic of Super Sailor Moon with her
Kaleidmoonscope above her, while she's posing with a leg doubled on the
knee?
You can see her underware!!).
Also, if you've read them, you should have noticed I've improved
Sailor Mercury's powers far beyond than in the anime. It just gets on my
nerves they made her look so weak . . . but on the other hand, had she been
as strong as Uranus or Jupiter, she wouldn't be the same . . . she just
wouldn't be Mercury.
Well, if you think that everything is finished, you're completely
and
absolutly wrong. I won't tell you what's to come, but I'll tell you this: if
you ever wanted to see Reiko in action . . . this is your chance!!. That's
all
for now!. See ya!. E-mail me with your commennts, praises, and even (gulp!)
flames. I need your advice, you're the one who keep me goign!.
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon and all related characters belong to the talented
goddess Naoko Takeuchi, and I never intended to make them mine. However,
Hiroshi Inoue is my property, you may use him without my permission, as long
as you give me credit.
January, 1999.
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