Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ A Moment In Time ❯ A Moment In Time ( Chapter 1 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: FurrySaint 
A moment between Makoto and Ami...
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.27.2001 | Pages: 1 | Words: 374 | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Completed
A moment between Makoto and Ami...
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.27.2001 | Pages: 1 | Words: 374 | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Completed
About This FanFic
There is a picture that inspired this story. You can find it here:
http://www.shoujoai.com/~arcimpulse/pages/ma_fig.htm
Thi s story is copyright 2001, John F. Martin. However...
Disclaimers
The *characters* in this story are not mine. ("Duh!") They are
copyright Takeuchi Naoko, Toei Animation and Kodansha Publishing.
I wrote this story because I had to. Please don't sue. You wouldn't
get anything anyway.
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A Moment In Time.
**********
Safety.
Security.
Serenity.
Heh. Okay, maybe not *Serenity*. She *has* hers...and I have
mine.
Makoto hugged her life a little closer. The sweet heat of their
bodies joining in protection against the sudden, cold breeze. As her
lover's scent surrounded her, her thoughts drifted.
Oh, Kami-sama... My life was so empty before I met her. My soul
was empty. No family. No friends.
No love.
Ami-chan, what would I have done without you? I was so close to
the edge. The abyss had been staring back at me for far too long.
It would have been a release to embrace it...
Then I met you. And with a blush and shy smile, you gave me
something else to embrace.
Makoto smiled as she remembered how the shy smile had turned much
bolder over time.
If I have to live forever, Kami-sama, let me live it as I am now.
Whole.
**********
How do I tell her? Oh, Kami-sama, *how*?
Almost as though hearing her thoughts and denying them, Mako-chan
clutched tighter against her back. A sudden, cool wind blew past
them, bringing with it the salty smell of the ocean. She inhaled the
clean, fresh air in an attempt to clear her thoughts.
Those empty eyes. The first time I saw them I could think of
nothing but filling them with life again.
My life.
No well-thought-out plan. No logic. Just instinct. A healer
seeing someone in pain and rushing to their aid. Why did I not
see what the end result would be?
Since we met, she's become so beautiful. So alive. The
soul-sick warrior made whole again.
Fighting in vain against what she knew in her heart, Ami leaned back
into her lovers embrace.
How do I tell her what I've known all along?
I don't love her.
There is a picture that inspired this story. You can find it here:
http://www.shoujoai.com/~arcimpulse/pages/ma_fig.htm
Thi s story is copyright 2001, John F. Martin. However...
Disclaimers
The *characters* in this story are not mine. ("Duh!") They are
copyright Takeuchi Naoko, Toei Animation and Kodansha Publishing.
I wrote this story because I had to. Please don't sue. You wouldn't
get anything anyway.
----------
A Moment In Time.
**********
Safety.
Security.
Serenity.
Heh. Okay, maybe not *Serenity*. She *has* hers...and I have
mine.
Makoto hugged her life a little closer. The sweet heat of their
bodies joining in protection against the sudden, cold breeze. As her
lover's scent surrounded her, her thoughts drifted.
Oh, Kami-sama... My life was so empty before I met her. My soul
was empty. No family. No friends.
No love.
Ami-chan, what would I have done without you? I was so close to
the edge. The abyss had been staring back at me for far too long.
It would have been a release to embrace it...
Then I met you. And with a blush and shy smile, you gave me
something else to embrace.
Makoto smiled as she remembered how the shy smile had turned much
bolder over time.
If I have to live forever, Kami-sama, let me live it as I am now.
Whole.
**********
How do I tell her? Oh, Kami-sama, *how*?
Almost as though hearing her thoughts and denying them, Mako-chan
clutched tighter against her back. A sudden, cool wind blew past
them, bringing with it the salty smell of the ocean. She inhaled the
clean, fresh air in an attempt to clear her thoughts.
Those empty eyes. The first time I saw them I could think of
nothing but filling them with life again.
My life.
No well-thought-out plan. No logic. Just instinct. A healer
seeing someone in pain and rushing to their aid. Why did I not
see what the end result would be?
Since we met, she's become so beautiful. So alive. The
soul-sick warrior made whole again.
Fighting in vain against what she knew in her heart, Ami leaned back
into her lovers embrace.
How do I tell her what I've known all along?
I don't love her.