By: Starlight
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: This story is about the true, wonderful love between Mamoru and Usagi, displayed while Usagi is going through some strong, emotional periods. This story is rated PG for emotional problems and one lil' swearword. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!
Disclaimer: I'm not the owner of Sailor Moon!!! So don't sue me; you won't get anything if you do. I'm penniless. ^_^
Enjoy! *grin*
Here I stand. Looking at the beautiful array of multicolored fall trees across from where my feet were planted in the ground. My haunting blue eyes stare sadly at the sunset as I wait. Thinking to myself. Thinking of what I've done.
Before me lays the city, the gorgeous city of Tokyo. It won't be Crystal Tokyo, I'm sure of that. It can't be without me...
The streetlights turned on. It was dusk; the first string of gorgeous stars are visable in the clear night sky. Only a bit of the sun remains. I inhale and prepare myself for what I am about to do. But first... my friends, oh, how could I let you do that? Let you nearly die for me? Me, little old insignifigant me. Princess Serenity. Neo-Queen of Tokyo.
The scenes from the battle play through my head once more. We encountered an especially strong youma... Venus lead the senshi into battle, and all I could do was stand there, afraid. Petrified. I couldn't move. The youma must have been about 50 feet tall, with sharp claw-like fingernails and fur covering its body. One flick of its wrist sent a building flying into the ocean. The senshi... oh, my senshi, my guardians. They nearly died, and yet they continued to fight. Never have I seen such a display of bravery in my life. And yet all I could do was stand there. I'm a horrible person. They're MY court. They're Princesses too. And most importantly, they're my FRIENDS! I'm supposed to protect them.
No, they don't deserve a friend like me. I'm no friend. Friends fight to defend each other. But I couldn't even move.
Tears spring to my eyes. I blink them away. I want to see the ground as I fall.
Something rumbles in the distance. It's getting closer... what could it be? A motorcycle engine. It's him. He's coming to rescue me. No... I wanted to do this alone. I don't want to cause anyone any more pain. Then again, why would anyone be pained at seeing me die? I'm a bitch... a baka. He shouldn't love me. Why does he? When have I ever done something loving for him? I only can manage to make him burnt cookies, and he takes me on moonlight strolls, out to dinner, and gives me presents! I don't deserve him... I don't deserve anyone.
It's too late. He can't stop me. I'm too close. I prepare to jump, to end my life right now. I hear something behind me... it's him. No, Mamoru, no. Don't stop me.
I can feel his strong arms around my chest. He spins me around and stares at me with those crystalline indigo eyes of his. I struggle, but he holds me tight. A shrill voice screams... it's me. I'm screaming. I want to die, I have to die, I deserve to die. How can I be a good mother, a good wife, and a good Queen if I can't even guard the ones close to my heart?
"Usako," his husky voice says. I begin to cry. My hoarse sobs cause him to pull me close. I wrap my arms around his neck. Instinct, I guess, because I didn't want to really. All I wanted was to feel the wind strike my body as I flung myself over the cliff.
"You're stupid if you think I wouldn't come for you, my bunny of the moon," he says as he kisses my forhead. "I love you more then words can say, and right now is when you need a person to hold you. I can't let you down, now can I?"
His words... so melodical.
"My Usako, I care for you. Don't ever let me catch you doing a stupid, foolish risk like this again. You're much too precious to die. MUCH too precious."
Alright. I give up. You win, Chiba Mamoru. Do you hear me? You win. I'm too tired to fight you anymore. I love you, Chiba Mamoru, do you know that? I need you, I need you to hold me. You're my Prince, and I will guard you for an eternity. "Mamo-chan!" I whisper right before he kisses me.
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