Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Bedtime Stories ❯ Chapter 3

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"Bedtime Stories" by Desslok
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PART THREE
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"I'm sorry Hotaru and Setsuna couldn't be here, kiddo! It's just
you and me till Michiru gets home. So, ya wanna play some vids?"

"Tell me a story instead!"

"Story? I'm not too big on stories. Michiru usually handles
that. What kind of story? Not something with whiny princesses
in towers simpering about Prince Charming, I hope."

"I want to know about Auntie Ami and Auntie Makoto."

"Oh. Well. Ok. What do you want to know? Shouldn't you be
asking your mom about this stuff?"

"She already told me what she knows but I want to know more."

"Um, yeah. Ok. Well, when two people love each other..."

"You can start after Ami ran out during karaoke! That's where
Momma left off."

"Ohhhh, that story. Well, it's kind of personal. Makoto told me
about it not too long after. We'd wanted to compare notes, you
know?"

"But Ami and Mako already told me some of it. I'm sure they
wouldn't mind. It is a love story, isn't it? Mommy always says
there's nothing more important than love!"

"Ok ok, I'll tell you, but please, give it a rest. It's bad
enough hearing that trite crap from your mom when we're
'working'. Now where to begin..."

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It took a moment for Makoto's eyes to adjust to the lights
outside. Streetlights and neon glared off of passing cars and
black streets as a cold wind buffeted her.

"Think, baka, think. It's Ami, you know her better than anyone.
Where would she go? Damn you, Usagi, why did you have to pick a
song like that. What am I going to say? All a misunderstanding,
I don't love you, I just... I was thinking of my old sempai.
That's it. I should send that ass a check to pay him back for
how much I use him. She'll laugh, I'll take her home, all will
be well. But where, where would she go?"

Looking down the street, Makoto shielded her eyes from a
particularly bright glare. "It hasn't been raining, what's
causing that?" she thought as she moved slowly in that direction.
When she realized what it was, she gasped. A trashcan, frozen
solid, shone underneath a lamppost. Further down the road,
another patch of light. A tree, each leaf covered in a delicate
layer of frost.

Makoto started to run, following the trail and calling Ami's
name. She found her kneeling at the edge of a pond in the
neighborhood park. Makoto quickly noticed the crystals hanging
from the grass nearby, but soon all of her attention was focused
on her quarry. Wrapping her arms around herself tight, she moved
to stand beside her closest, dearest friend.

"Ami, I just wanted to say... you see..."

"Just stop, Makoto, please. Don't say anything, I can't handle
that now," Ami barked between gasps. Tears clung to her cheeks,
which almost matched her hair from the cold. "I... I... just
need to be... alone!" The last word escaped with a wail of pain
that stabbed deep into Makoto's heart. The tears flowed freely
again as Ami slumped down to the ground.

"Please, Ami-chan, please, don't cry. Let me explain."

"NO! Don't! I can't take this, not from you! Not From You!" Ami
glared up at Makoto through blurry eyes.

"Ami... don't," Mako replied quietly, her own tears welling up
now.

"Stop it!" Ami jumped to her feet and assumed a battle stance.
"Don't you get it, I never wanted to sing that song, I never did.
Usagi made me. I hate her, I hate all of you. Why couldn't you
all have just left me alone? I didn't know any better! You
can't be sad if you don't know what happy is! I was... I was
fine, I would have been fine."

Makoto stepped forward slowly, opening her arms. No matter what
she felt, no matter what worried her, nothing was more important
to her than this delicate soul, this fierce, brilliant, perfect
being laid bare before her. "It's ok, Ami."

"Shut up! Just shut up!" Ami screamed. As Makoto moved closer,
Ami growled and began pounding on her friend's chest with her
fists. "It's all your fault, damn you, Mako. Why did you have
to
do this to me? Why!"

Makoto shuddered. Though Ami was not hitting her hard enough to
bruise, each blow struck straight at her heart. "I'm sorry, Ami.
I didn't mean for it to happen."

"Shut up, I told you! I'm so tired of it! I study and I work and
I take care of the apartment and fighting the Negaverse and the
Dark Moon, all of it and there didn't used to be anything else
but now I can't imagine being without you. And when you leave
me, I ache inside and when you aren't there, all I want to do is
be where you are and I don't think I can imagine living without
you and just when I think I can handle how I feel you go and sing
that song and rip my heart out and I just can't fake it anymore I
can't pretend I don't love you anymore but I can't lose you
and..." Ami stopped punching and collapsed against Makoto's
chest, wheezing between her sobs, burrowing her head to try to
escape everything.

Makoto froze. "What is she saying? She's not mad because I love
her, she's mad because... because she loves me?" Makoto didn't
say anything, she just held Ami tight. The more Ami drove her
face against her, the tighter Makoto drew her arms together
around the young girl's back. As Ami's breathing slowly settled
down, Makoto began to murmur comforting words and slowly stroked
her hair. "Shh, it's ok, Ami-chan. It's ok. Let it all out.
It's
all ok."

"It's not ok," Ami mumbled, trying not to cry again. "I'm sorry,
Mako, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything. Maybe I'm
coming down with something."

"I love you, Ami-chan."

"I'm sure it's just that I'm not feeling well, too much smoke in
there. I'm really all right, please, I didn't mean anything.
Please don't be mad at me."

"I love you. With all of my heart, with all that I am and with
all that I ever hope to be, I love you."

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"Ohhh, that's so sweet. I love part of that story, Haruka-chan."

"Shhh! Auntie Michiru! We're just getting to the good part."

"I'm sorry, Chibi. I'll be quiet. I just wanted Haruka to know
how very much I admire her storytelling. She doesn't think she
does it very well."

"Well, parts of this story aren't that unfamiliar."

"You left bruises, my love. You're a bit stronger than sweet
little Ami."

"Get on with the story!!!!!!!"

"Ok, ok kiddo, keep your panties on. So, anyway..."
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Ami froze. This just couldn't be. Why would Makoto say such a
thing? Ami was trying to give them both an out, something to
cling to so they could pretend this horrible night never
happened. Maybe Makoto was still mad at her, but if so, why did
she keep saying that. Ami knew Mako was not a cruel woman.
Could she?

Suddenly, she became aware of just where she was. She could feel
Makoto's breasts pressed against both of her cheeks, Makoto's
fingers idly stroking the base of her neck. Makoto filled her
senses and for a moment, Ami thought she'd pass out from the
sensation. Tentatively, she lifted her head.

"Makoto? Mako-chan? What are you saying?"

"You know, for a genius, you're pretty slow on the uptake
sometimes," Makoto laughed gently, lowering her gaze to meet her
friend's. "I don't know how to say it any better so I'll just
have to say it again, and again, and again, till you believe me.
I love you."

Ami's eyes dropped to the ground. This couldn't be happening.
How could a dream come true when you'd never even allowed
yourself the luxury of dreaming it? Genius? Ami doubted at that
moment that she could count to four. All that she heard, all
that existed in her mind were those words.

"I love you, Ami-chan, and I'll never get tired of telling you."
Keeping her face pointed down, Ami lifted her eyes. She could
barely see Makoto through the moisture clinging to her long
lashes, and yet she found herself lost in the deep emerald sea
that threatened to wash her away entirely.

"You... you love me?" she whispered in awe.

"I've loved you since I first saw you. You are the best friend
anyone could ever dream of; you're the most brilliant person in
the world; you are kind, sweet, gentle, caring and, I must say, a
SuperHottie!"

Ami lost feeling in her toes as all the blood in her extremities
went to her face. A light mist rose around the two of them as
the warmth that slowly infused Ami's core radiated out into the
cold air. Shyly, she reached up and laid her hand against
Makoto's cheek.

"No, Mako-chan," she giggled, "I'm nowhere near as beautiful as
you are." Standing up straight, she took Makoto's face between
both of her palms. "I love you, too, Mako-chan. I think I have
for a very long time now, but I was too silly to realize it."

"We both were, my love. You know everything, but you couldn't
even figure out that you loved me. I'm not afraid of anything,
but the thought of sharing my feelings with you made me run
screaming. Well, it would have if you hadn't beaten me to it."

"Oh Mako-chan! I do love you, I do! I guess we have both been
quite silly," Ami said with a shy smile.

"Now, I think it's time we stopped," Makoto replied in a sudden,
dangerously serious tone.

Gently, she pulled Ami forward, tilting her head, and kissing her
softly. At the touch of Makoto's lips, Ami gasped and let her
love draw her into a complete embrace. Seizing the opportunity
of this deep breath, Makoto drew Ami's lower lip between her own,
pulling gently. Her hands traced lines across Ami's back as they
moved up into her hair. Carefully, she slid her tongue across
her love's mouth. Makoto was quite startled when Ami growled and
pulled her down, kissing her passionately. Her eyes shot open
and found Ami's gaze drilling into them with a fierce blue fire.
"Oh my! Ami!" Makoto murmured as Ami dragged her to the ground
with a snarl.
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"I think that's a good place to stop, don't you Haruka-chan?"

"Huh? What? Oh! Umm, yeah! Sorry, Michiru, I got a little
carried away."

"Awww! I want to hear the rest of it!"

"Sorry, kiddo! They lived happily ever after, how about that!
Maybe when you're 16 I'll tell you the rest."

"Haruka!"

"Kidding, Michiru-chan, kidding! 21, at least."

"I wanted to hear all the [yawn] story."

"Time for bed now, kiddo. Say night night."

[yawn] "G'night."

"And if I know you, my Haruka-chan, you'll be wanting to go to
'bed' now too?"

"If you insist, Michiru! I'll race ya!"