standard disclaimers apply: I don't own sailor moonor any of thecharacters related to it, so please don't sue me!
Don't find a fault. Find a remedy. - Anonymous
Only the heart can change the heart.Friends are never far apart when they're together inthe heart.
Love doesn't imprison, it sets you free.
My love for you - that is my only sin. - WilliamShakespeare
this fic is for my twin, g2.
Reflections
The sun's rays began slowly filtering through theblinds of the room, illuminating parts of it. Therays fell upon asilver frame on the nightstand. The frame itself hadan intricatepattern of flowers twisting and turning around theborders, giving itan antique and romantic look. The picture was of ahappy couple in thepark. They were sitting on a bench near the lake.The dark-hairedman had his arm wrapped possessively around the blondewoman's waist.The woman was blushing. Both had smiles on theirfaces.
The dark-haired man walked into the room and sat onthebed. His ebony bangs fell over his eyes as he sighedout loud. Whycouldn't he do this, he thought over and over again.
"Gomen ne, Usako."
Flashback . . .
A young woman with golden hair and azure eyes lookedatthe dark man in front of him. She sighed for whatseemed like themillionth time that day. Averting her expectant gazefrom him, shestared at the white canvas in front of her. She knewthat she wouldn'tget him to open up just yet, so she decided to makehim feelcomfortable again.
"What are you planning to paint?" she asked.
He was relieved that she had, for the moment, givenupon her "project." He looked over to the blank canvasand realized thathe had yet to complete the assignment before classtomorrow.
"Shimatta!" he exclaimed.
"Nani?"
"I still haven't a clue as to what I should draw forthe assignment! Its due in less than four hours!"
"Calm down. I'm sure you'll get it done. Don'tworry.Let me help."
"HELP? I don't need YOUR help! I can do just finewithout you."
"I'm sorry. Its not a bad thing to ask for help."
He didn't respond. He looked at the ground.
"Fine," she responded, "I think that I should gonow."
She got up and grabbed her jacket from the coatrack.She put her hand on the doorknob and began to turn it. She stoppedmomentarily and turned to him. Her eyes reflected amixture of loveand sadness.
He looked at her momentarily before once againturninghis gaze away from her. He heard the door softlyclose shut.
End flashback . . .
"Gomen ne, Usako," he said to her picture, "I loveyou,but I'm not used to opening up like that. I don'tknow how to."
He sighed.
'Why can't I just tell her how I feel? Why can't Ibemore open?' he thought as he stretched his right handand picked up thepicture. His finger traced the contours of her face.He sighed againand got up. He still held onto the picture, hoping itwould give himsome inspiration.
Back in the other room, he replaced the fruit bowlonthe stool with the silver frame. Walking back, hepicked up a blackmug filled with black coffee and stared at the whitecanvas in front ofhim. It stared back at him. His cobalt eyes lookedfrom the frame tothe canvas and back again. A smile tugged at hislips. He set the mugdown and picked up one of the medium-sized brownbrushes from thetable. He dipped it in a little water before choosinga color from thepalate. He started with black.
His fingers held onto the brush loosely, yet tightenough so that it wouldn't fall from his hands. Thefingers slowly andprecisely moved over the canvas, leaving behind atrail of black linesthat formed an outline of a person. He stepped backfrom his creationand stared at it. His lips turned upward and his mindbegan reelingwith ideas. An hour ago he didn't know where to startand now hedidn't know which idea to use.
He pushed his hair out of his eyes with his hand,realizing that he needed to get his hair cut. But,that can be donelater, he thought. He closed his eyes and picturedthe figure he woulddraw. He saw HER. He saw her angelic face, framed bya few tendrilsof silky, long blonde hair. The rest of her hairwould be flowingfreely under the dark blue sky. Her eyes would be asapphire blue andreflect love and a hint of mischief. She would bedressed in a whitegarb made of the finest silk, and embellished withtranslucent silverywings that sparkled from the light of the full moonand stars.
He grinned slightly as a bright red hue stained hischeeks. Opening his midnight blue eyes, he stared atthe canvas againand switched brushed to a broader one. He dipped thatin the water andbegan mixing the two whites from the palate togetherto create theperfect shade of white for the dress. Finishing that,he began to workon her face and hands with a finer brush. Each strokehe took wascarefully planned and executed. Between each strokehe closed his eyesmomentarily and pictured her features in his mindbefore actuallydrawing them. He painted her oval eyes andbutton-nose. The brushcaressed these features with great care. Afterfinishing her face, heworked on her hair and finally the wings.
Finishing the painting, he stepped back andinspectedit. He sighed again. It didn't do her beauty anyjustice.
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Japanese Words:
Gomen ne - sorry
Shimatta - a curse word, i don't know if i should saywhat it is,except that haruka used it a lot in the japaneseversion of sm.
Nani - what
well that's it for this story! hope you enjoyed it!i wrote it formy creative writing class. patch read it and saidthat it would bea good fic. hope that you're happy now patchie!
this fic is for my twin, g2!
email me with feedback! any comments or criticismsare accepted. i love hearing from all of you!
ja ne!
redrose
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~Always~
And now your face lights up the sky
Somehow I feel that you're close by
And when I'm happy you can see
I know you're watching over me...Always
BBMak ~ Sooner or Later