A dark metallic blue sports Mercedes slowly moved into the driveway causing the dark house to light up expectant of its owner coming through the doors any moment now. The car disappeared into the carport while a young lady gracefully stepped out from the shadows. As she walked towards her letterbox, a light summer breeze blew lightly against her, allowing her long baby blue silk scarf to follow the breeze, trailing behind her. A slender hand reached in, taking the letters, her quick eye casually glanced at the envelopes while her deft fingers began sorting through them. A soft clop-clop sound made from the high heels were hardly audible as she walked towards the front door. The keys were softly inserted into the holes, she slowly entered her house, the whole process so silent as though she was afraid that she could wake the dead.
A soft sigh escaped her lips as she entered the house, her hand touched her long neck, massaging it, relieving it from the stress of the day. A small smile tinged on the corner of her lips as she saw the fresh lilies in the vase facing the doorway. Her housekeeper changed them daily, just as the flowers came daily, from her admirer. Though romance would dictate him to be anonymous, as the secret admirer, she knew full well, the identity of the person, although she had never acknowledged his flowery presence face to face. As she walked towards her bedroom she couldn't help but remember and smile at the long-standing jokes between her work mates and her blue house. The baby blue walls, furniture, accessories, but that was what made the home hers, that was what made everything in here hers, the white and the blue.
The blinds
closed quietly, standing in front of the full length mirror in her room
she realized for the first time how tired she was. While busy in
the hospital working, she had not felt it. Her white complexion and
her dark hair accentuated her fatigue, and the lack of make-up showed the
paleness in her cheeks, her eyes had long lost their glimmer from the long
hours she spent staring into the microscopes. Reaching for her stereo,
she turned on a nature CD to soothe her mind while she changed into her
pajamas.
He lowered his binoculars from his face, but the shadow remained. It was as though light was afraid of touching and falling on that part of him, wherever he turned dark shadows remained fixated from above his lips. He had just enjoyed his favorite scene, no, it wasn't Ami changing, he was not a pervert, but it was seeing her let her long hair down from the tight bun. Every night when he closed his eyes, he saw the image of her curly hair falling softly to frame and caress her face, reaching below her shoulders. The scene repeating itself, over and over in his mind when he wanted to sleep. Although she closed the blinds, until the thick curtains closed, there was still a little gap which exposed her to him. He wished that Ami would let her hair down more, but her job as a micro-surgeon demanded the bun at the back of her head.
He denied
the term "stalker" for himself. He was not a stalker. He was
only... protecting her..., from unknowns. She stunned him, she took
his breath away when ever she smiled at him in the morning from where he
sat in the reception answering the phones. She took his breath away
no matter what she did in fact. There were so many times when he was
tempted to ask her to take her hair down, wear the contact lenses she wore
when she went out on other occasions, but he stopped at the thought of
alarming her. Today, he was angry, he had been angry for the
past month, angry that someone else had been looking at his Ami.
Yes, he was proud when others looked at her, but not when they made a move
on her. The flowers were too much, too forward, and he knew where
they came from. He won't get away for trying to pick up his girl. Ami was his, no one could take her away from him. True, the other guy had better qualifications, but that was not reason
enough, he had known her first. He saw her first.
"Ah... a young man, lost in love. It's too bad that he has competition, but maybe I can help him out. That is, if he helps me in return. Ten years, I've been trapped for ten years. Now that I have finally been able to break the seal, I have to revenge. But my strength, I wish I had my full strength with me, but alas, too much time away has made some of it stale. No matter, the Bishoujo Senshis aren't here anymore, I don't have anyone to stop me. I'm going to celebrate my day out with this young man, test my powers, and continue my battle to invade. Germany, far away from those stupid Senshis. Let me send a card for you... set up the battle, set up the fight. I will get your lady for you, if you will help me for my trouble."
Ami lay back
in her bed quietly, tomorrow, they would be here. The whole gang,
Usagi, Rei, Makoto, and Minako. It had been nearly ten years since
they had all met again. That wasn't entirely true, Usagi, Rei, and
Makoto met frequently enough, they had all stayed in Tokyo, while Minako
traveled around Japan to promote her new films, or songs. When Minako
had a spare moment in Tokyo, the four gathered together. The Dark
Kingdom had long ago fallen, the group of five of Sailor Senshi was no
longer necessary. In the ten years since she had left Japan to finally
pursue her dreams of becoming a doctor, the whole of their last conversation
had remained stuck in her mind. Her mother had full heartedly supported
her leaving Japan to study, but 'the gang' had surprised her by their negative
reaction.
Usagi had
been shocked that she would really go. "Ami, you can't just go.
There are so many doctors studying overseas anyway, why can't you just
stay here?"
Minako couldn't
even imagine being overseas. "Ami, what would happen if something
went wrong? You don't know anything about the country, and you're
going all by yourself. You'd have to come back to work afterwards
anyway, what makes you think that you would be anymore different if you
came from overseas?"
She had replied
with the possible possibility to stay and practice overseas.
She could
hardly believe the lack of belief in her abilities by Usagi when Usagi
had said, "You need really good grades, what happens if you can't get them?"
Although
Makoto had not been quite as pessimistic she had doubts on her plans, "Ami,
you're really smart and everything, but by staying there, you'll only be
an average doctor in a country with fantastic medical programs, you'll
be better off coming back."
"Ami, look
at me, I'm staying in Japan to work, and I am just as successful as a singer
as any of the overseas ones. You can't have any hope at competing
with all the western people." Ami wanted tell Minako at that point
so badly that she had never planned to be a singer, and it was different,
it did matter that she studied overseas. She
remembered her disappointment by the pessimistic outlook by everyone.
Only Rei had quietly supported her decision, one that she wasn't about
to reverse again.
During the years that she had studied here, she had kept in regular contact with them. Although some of them, unwillingly. Usagi became a secretary, Makoto a chief, Minako was popular, but a proper gas-bag when it came to conversing, it made it difficult to talk to them, finding herself bored and irritated by their company. Rei continued her work in the temple, and worked in a large company as a clerk, sometimes she found herself so much more comfortable writing / talking to Rei then anyone else, even though they had never been too close when she was actually in Tokyo. There was something that brought them together, perhaps it was a special attraction in their DNA amino acids, or even their chromosomes that dictated their personalities, that would be chromosome number... oh God... no more work tonight. She sighed as she dreaded her quiet house being invaded by a loud Usagi and Minako, her only sanctuary would be replaced, now she would have to find peace in her office.
They had been
wrong, everyone of them. When she had first arrived, she was worried
about how her grades would compare with others here, but her professors
had quickly realized her potential and accelerated her Medicine course.
She had studied a hard six years, graduating with honors and a degree in
micro-surgery after a year of internship. Now that she was a full
doctor, she climbed to the top, making headlines when she performed operations
on political leaders. Leaders from around the world, and other famous
celebrities came to her for surgery. She was known all over the medical
world, in the country, and other European countries, this was her dream
come true, and no one, not even the gang would be able to convince her
that this was not the perfect life.
Scott leaned into his soft couch holding the current staff photo against his chest. She caught his eye when she first entered university, he had cursed the fact that it was his training year with the basic General Practitioner degree. He had been afraid that by the time he returned after the year, someone else would have caught her heart. But when he returned, he found her bogged down by work, studying the third and fourth year in one go. She amazed him, because in his final year she joined his class, becoming the youngest graduate in micro-surgery, a mere twenty-two year old, younger than many university entrants. What had taken him ten years to accomplish, she took six, now she had the whole world at her feet. He was still struggling as a ''trainee" surgeon, he was still the junior resident, a nothing in the ranks of the hospital. He still had to report to his superiors daily, in many cases, another doctor attended his surgery. It frustrated him, that the woman of his dreams worked as one of his superiors' superior, yet she was so much younger, five years, five whole years.
Last month during the hospital party, he remembered having to control himself from staring at her. The long silvery blue dress, secured by a single wrap to the back of her neck, twinkled and twirled at her every move, her long slender arm reaching out to shake hands, he remembered every movement she made. Her long blue hair tied in a fancy bun by a ribbon, long ringlets reaching down to her shoulders, but the one thing that made him look and look again were her eyes. She hid them behind glasses so much that he hardly saw the beauty of them, but that night, her eyes glimmered and laughed with her. She knew that he was staring, but gave nothing away, other than a hot blush every time their eyes met. From that day onwards, he decided to make a move.
Lilies were
her flowers, he knew that back from their university days. From that
day onwards, he began to order fresh lilies for her. She left a note
in his pigeon hole the next day, but other than that, she never acknowledged
them. He had never seen her signature before, but once he saw it,
he knew that it had to be hers. The soft curves from her writing,
no one else could claim as their own. He knew, that some day soon,
he would have to pick up some courage to ask her out, but until the right
day came, he was content to look at her from afar, from his seat in the
cafeteria, the other side of the corridor, from the other side of the meeting room, where she chaired the meeting and he listened.
Ami sat in front of her dressing table, carefully brushing her long hair. Her hand quickly twisted her hair into a bun, as she was about to clip it, she smiled and loosened her hand. "Silly habits."
Putting on
her contact lenses, she checked herself in the mirror. After a long
restful night there was more of the old glimmer in her eyes and blood in
her cheeks. She was wearing her favorite suit, a tight white top,
and a pair of pale blue pants that reached her shins, and a matching suit
jacket. A white scarf clipped around her neck by her aquamarine stone
brooch, and a pair of white high heeled sandals with a matching handbag.
She was presentable. After being away from Tokyo and her friends
for so long, she finally shook off her image as the unfashionable nerd.
She had been eclipsed by her friends too long. Now, now, she could
dress to please when it suited her, and today, she was dressed to make
a point.