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Summary: Darian/Mamoru grew up like he probably should have, in the foster care system. Through the eyes of various sailor scouts see him grow up into what he should have been. Kami help the Negaverse.
Anyone who reads my post know that I don' stop till I reach 15,000 words. I'll post a snippet a day. If anyone helps with the spelling I would be grateful. That's why I post.
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A bright light appears, I move away. It comes closer, and I try to escape. Something pushes me towards it, but I donÆt want to move. I am comfortable where I am and I canÆt find a good reason to be anywhere else. ItÆs warm in here, itÆs my sanctuary. ItÆs small, but I know it know its mine.
ôPush.ö Someone says.
I struggle, and I curl into myself. Something wraps around my neck and I struggle to pull it free. ItÆs not working and the walls around me are pushing. I cry, I try to tell the walls to stop, that itÆs going to kill me, but they donÆt listen. They never listen, but that doesnÆt mean IÆll stop screaming.
Something tells me that things are going to be alright, and I feel that the voice is telling the truth. What reason could it have to lie? Why would it life? I am completely helpless, and being helplessly pushed at the same time.
ôOne more time,ö someone says from the outside, and the walls contract further. My eyes slowly open and I look at horror where I am. This has never happened before. ôYou can do it, dear. Just one more time.ö
My hands and legs are crushed into myself that I am afraid the pressure is going to burst me at the seams, but I try to hold on. Light, itÆs so bright. Light, itÆs so yellow. Light, I am a dead fellow. Oh, why did it have to be today, why today of all days! Why did the walls decide to collapse today?
I thought we were friends, but apparently we werenÆt.
My head slowly goes through the wall, and the light blinds me. I can see some strange shapes, but they are so large, so tall, that I canÆt help by cry in fear. My body is being pushed out of the wall, and the same voice is screaming, ôAlmost out, one more time!ö And thatÆs it. I am out.
My eternal slumber is no more.
I still donÆt open my eyes, if I do that I might find that IÆve arrived in a world of eternal hell, a place where nightmares come from, but gentle hands touch my eyes and I slowly, yet reluctantly, I open them.
ôSheàshe has such beautiful eyes, doesnÆt she?ö The same voice tells someone else. ôSheÆs so pale. IÆve never seen a baby this pale before. Is she mixed?ö
Someone laughs, and I continue to shut my eyes, my small hands struggling to rise, but they just arenÆt moving.
ôNo, sheÆs not.ö I hear laughter, ôBut come to think of it, what color are her eyes?
ôBlue,ö the person says, slowly my eyes are forced open, and I can see where I am. The lights are blinding, but they are becoming dimmer. ôCome on little miss, say hi to your parents.ö
With that I feel my body being picked up, and gently given to some giant who stares at my form with such warmth that I canÆt help but cry.
ôLet me hold her,ö the person says. She has blue hair, long and wavy. SheÆs wearing a hospital gown around herself and she has her arms stretched out. The person holding me puts me on those gentle hands, and she cradles me close to her breast. ôMine, you are mine.ö
She smiles and I see tears slowly fall down her face. Her hands caress my cheeks and I giggle. I donÆt know why, I just do. But it may have something to do with the mood this personÆs displaying.
Somehow I know this lady is important, someone I should know.
Someone comes up behind the two of us, and the lady stares at that person. I canÆt see him, but I know itÆs a male. The shadow he casts is enormous, but not fearsome. ôDid everything go alright?ö he asks hesitantly. ôDid you have any trouble, dear?ö
The crying lady who has me pressed to her soft chest smiles. ôNo, no dear. Everything went fine.ö She gently pushed me to the man, who flinches, as if he is stung. The man is reluctant to reach out, an expression as if I am some kind of alien being. ôDonÆt be afraid, itÆs our daughter.ö
And there it is. I know who those two are.
They are my parents.
ôI named her Usagi.ö
The man puts his hand on the sheets that are curled around my body and slowly brings me to his face. He has a gentle face, a very simple complexion, with thick glasses which give him a friendly air. ôMy daughter,ö he says, and he laughs. ôMy daughter!ö
The lady laughs and the person who delivered me laughs as well. Soon the entire room is full of laughing and hooting, and the boring looking man who is supposed to be my father hooting uncontrollable. ôSheÆs beautiful! Have you ever seen a baby this beautiful before?ö
My mother shakes her head, wiping off the tears from her face. ôNo, dear, IÆm sure I havenÆt.ö
ôUsagi,ö he says, testing out the sound. ôItÆs a nice name. Bunny?ö
ôYes,ö the mother replies. ôSheÆs so white isnÆt she, almost like snow.ö
My father laughs one more time and hands me back to the tall blue haired woman, who has me on her breasts protectively. ôDear, donÆt you have work?ö
My father grins. ôOh, I want to see my boss try to fire me. IÆve never taken a sick day in my life, and itÆs about time I start cashing those days in.ö He pats my head and I stir a little. ôBut I have a reason to now.ö
My mother laughs, and kisses him on the cheek. ôThings arenÆt going to be the same again.ö
ôProbably not,ö my father says, his smile is infectious. ôI welcome it.ö
My eyes trail across the hospital room, and I feel at peace. There is nothing about this scene that can ruin it, nothing that could upset this moment, and yet as I look outside the door I can feel something is about happen.
Because, within that instant, I saw a black haired boy wearing a toy white mask get wheeled away into the emergency room, crying, ôMy mother, where is my mother?ö The boy is restrained in his chair, and he continues, ôI have to go back; she might still be in the car.ö
He almost tips over the chair. ôLet me go, I have to save her. Let me go, let me go, let me go!ö For a moment he stops. "Let me go, please....or I'll hurt you."
And he disappears from my sight.
Summary: Darian/Mamoru grew up like he probably should have, in the foster care system. Through the eyes of various sailor scouts see him grow up into what he should have been. Kami help the Negaverse.
Anyone who reads my post know that I don' stop till I reach 15,000 words. I'll post a snippet a day. If anyone helps with the spelling I would be grateful. That's why I post.
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A bright light appears, I move away. It comes closer, and I try to escape. Something pushes me towards it, but I donÆt want to move. I am comfortable where I am and I canÆt find a good reason to be anywhere else. ItÆs warm in here, itÆs my sanctuary. ItÆs small, but I know it know its mine.
ôPush.ö Someone says.
I struggle, and I curl into myself. Something wraps around my neck and I struggle to pull it free. ItÆs not working and the walls around me are pushing. I cry, I try to tell the walls to stop, that itÆs going to kill me, but they donÆt listen. They never listen, but that doesnÆt mean IÆll stop screaming.
Something tells me that things are going to be alright, and I feel that the voice is telling the truth. What reason could it have to lie? Why would it life? I am completely helpless, and being helplessly pushed at the same time.
ôOne more time,ö someone says from the outside, and the walls contract further. My eyes slowly open and I look at horror where I am. This has never happened before. ôYou can do it, dear. Just one more time.ö
My hands and legs are crushed into myself that I am afraid the pressure is going to burst me at the seams, but I try to hold on. Light, itÆs so bright. Light, itÆs so yellow. Light, I am a dead fellow. Oh, why did it have to be today, why today of all days! Why did the walls decide to collapse today?
I thought we were friends, but apparently we werenÆt.
My head slowly goes through the wall, and the light blinds me. I can see some strange shapes, but they are so large, so tall, that I canÆt help by cry in fear. My body is being pushed out of the wall, and the same voice is screaming, ôAlmost out, one more time!ö And thatÆs it. I am out.
My eternal slumber is no more.
I still donÆt open my eyes, if I do that I might find that IÆve arrived in a world of eternal hell, a place where nightmares come from, but gentle hands touch my eyes and I slowly, yet reluctantly, I open them.
ôSheàshe has such beautiful eyes, doesnÆt she?ö The same voice tells someone else. ôSheÆs so pale. IÆve never seen a baby this pale before. Is she mixed?ö
Someone laughs, and I continue to shut my eyes, my small hands struggling to rise, but they just arenÆt moving.
ôNo, sheÆs not.ö I hear laughter, ôBut come to think of it, what color are her eyes?
ôBlue,ö the person says, slowly my eyes are forced open, and I can see where I am. The lights are blinding, but they are becoming dimmer. ôCome on little miss, say hi to your parents.ö
With that I feel my body being picked up, and gently given to some giant who stares at my form with such warmth that I canÆt help but cry.
ôLet me hold her,ö the person says. She has blue hair, long and wavy. SheÆs wearing a hospital gown around herself and she has her arms stretched out. The person holding me puts me on those gentle hands, and she cradles me close to her breast. ôMine, you are mine.ö
She smiles and I see tears slowly fall down her face. Her hands caress my cheeks and I giggle. I donÆt know why, I just do. But it may have something to do with the mood this personÆs displaying.
Somehow I know this lady is important, someone I should know.
Someone comes up behind the two of us, and the lady stares at that person. I canÆt see him, but I know itÆs a male. The shadow he casts is enormous, but not fearsome. ôDid everything go alright?ö he asks hesitantly. ôDid you have any trouble, dear?ö
The crying lady who has me pressed to her soft chest smiles. ôNo, no dear. Everything went fine.ö She gently pushed me to the man, who flinches, as if he is stung. The man is reluctant to reach out, an expression as if I am some kind of alien being. ôDonÆt be afraid, itÆs our daughter.ö
And there it is. I know who those two are.
They are my parents.
ôI named her Usagi.ö
The man puts his hand on the sheets that are curled around my body and slowly brings me to his face. He has a gentle face, a very simple complexion, with thick glasses which give him a friendly air. ôMy daughter,ö he says, and he laughs. ôMy daughter!ö
The lady laughs and the person who delivered me laughs as well. Soon the entire room is full of laughing and hooting, and the boring looking man who is supposed to be my father hooting uncontrollable. ôSheÆs beautiful! Have you ever seen a baby this beautiful before?ö
My mother shakes her head, wiping off the tears from her face. ôNo, dear, IÆm sure I havenÆt.ö
ôUsagi,ö he says, testing out the sound. ôItÆs a nice name. Bunny?ö
ôYes,ö the mother replies. ôSheÆs so white isnÆt she, almost like snow.ö
My father laughs one more time and hands me back to the tall blue haired woman, who has me on her breasts protectively. ôDear, donÆt you have work?ö
My father grins. ôOh, I want to see my boss try to fire me. IÆve never taken a sick day in my life, and itÆs about time I start cashing those days in.ö He pats my head and I stir a little. ôBut I have a reason to now.ö
My mother laughs, and kisses him on the cheek. ôThings arenÆt going to be the same again.ö
ôProbably not,ö my father says, his smile is infectious. ôI welcome it.ö
My eyes trail across the hospital room, and I feel at peace. There is nothing about this scene that can ruin it, nothing that could upset this moment, and yet as I look outside the door I can feel something is about happen.
Because, within that instant, I saw a black haired boy wearing a toy white mask get wheeled away into the emergency room, crying, ôMy mother, where is my mother?ö The boy is restrained in his chair, and he continues, ôI have to go back; she might still be in the car.ö
He almost tips over the chair. ôLet me go, I have to save her. Let me go, let me go, let me go!ö For a moment he stops. "Let me go, please....or I'll hurt you."
And he disappears from my sight.