Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Home Away From Home ❯ Nightmares ( Chapter 1 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: Minerva Blue 
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.11.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 195 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.11.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 195 | Status: Completed
After being cured from Beryl, Damien settles into a new life with Pheobe. But there are just some demons that won't go away.
The story occurs after seeds of darkness when Damien is just getting used to present day earth. It's a little angst mixed with humor. Pheobe and Damien move to Osaka and their trying to live a normal life. But with a former Dark kingdom minion and a Sailor Senshi, how can life ever be normal? Yes there might be a few appearences of the other senshi, but I'm not telling who. ;)
Before I forget: I do not own Sailor Moon. Alas I must give credit to the lovely Naoko Takeuchi and all those other people who helped make it possible.
<sniffs> Thank You!
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Damien sat on the ground in pitch black darkness, the ceiling dripped above him, making the sould of a leaky faucet as it hit the floor. He stared ahead in fear as the flames ignited around him. The ground felt strange, wet and sticky. It was when he looked down did he notice the pool of deep red that surrounded his body. The ceiling hadn't been dripping water, it was blood. No longer did the ceiling drip, it rained, staining his hair and clothing with death. His eyes widened with greater fear as the screams of the dead echoed in his mind and it was then, that Damien screamed too.
His eyes flew wide open in shock as he gasped for breath. He searched the room, being positive that he was in fact in his bedroom and not in the dark chamber of his nightmares.
"Damien? Whats wrong?"
Damien looked over at Pheobe, his princess. He never told her what happened after he drifted to sleep, he couldn't. "It was just a dream."
Pheobe frowned, not convinced. She could feel the tremors of fear in his soul. It was impossible for Damien to lie to her, she knew he was scared. The only thing she didn't know was by what.
Fretfully she watched him drift back to sleep, keeping a vigil as his body once again began to tremble in fear of unknown demons.
Pheobe watched as Damien's trembling hand lifted his coffee cup.
"That stuff is bad for you."
Damien smiled slightly. "Compared to what I've been through the last thousand years I think I'm due for a few unhealthy behaviors."
Bringing the mug to his lips he took a small sip of the dark liquid. "Why don't you let me cook breakfast?"
Pheobe flipped another slab of bacon, not lifting her eyes from the pan. "You wouldn't be able to manage it, your hand is trembling so much you can barely hold your coffee."
Damien looked down at his mug and frowned. "So you noticed."
"How could I not? You wake in fear every night and go back to sleep without solving anything, it doesn't take an empath to know your afraid. What do you see in those dreams? Why won't you tell me whats going on?"
"The same reason you don't let your wand go back where it comes from."
Pheobe frowned, she kept her wand and sailor gem near to her at all times. It would have been safer if she had let the item return into her soul when it wasn't needed, but the gem also made her too sensative to the other senshi. Their pain would become her pain. She stared at the stove, refusing to meet eyes with her lover. "I'm worried about you."
Damien set down his coffee, approaching Pheobe. He pushed the hair away from her neck and let his hands slide gently down to her shoulders, bringing his head down to the top of hers until she could feel his breath. "I'll be okay."
Pheobe nodded, not quite believing but refusing to give up her hope.
"Your going to the market today?"
Damien nodded, running his fingers through her purple curls and down her neck, but there was no mistaking the subtle tremblings of his hands.
Crowds still made him nervous, there was just too many people in too small an area to bring him any comfort. It was perfectly understandable after being in solitude for 1000 years. Earth looked a lot different his last vist. Of course, that was an understatement. Earth had gotten a complete overhall during his absence and Damien was barely keeping up. There was still so much he couldn't remember and so many things unfamiliar. Was Endymion...no..Mamoru his only brother? Were there sisters too? He shook his head, the fog still heavy over his mind. He had come to accept the fact there would be things he might not remember. Unfortunatly most of what he did remember were nightmares, and he could do without those. He had kept the worst of it from Pheobe, not letting on to how bad they had become. Damien sighed, knowing he wasn't fooling his love at all. It was near imposible to hide from an empath, and an empath who shared your bed didn't make things easier. He had hid the worst of it, but the dreams were growing more frequent and more severe, soon he wouldn't be able to hide them at all.
He glanced at the list Pheobe had given him and looked ahead, clenching his fists until they ceased trempling he walked towards the marketplace.
"Pheobe-san, that man over there wants coffee."
Pheobe raised her eyebrow. "Just Coffee?"
The other waitress smiled. "He hates the specialty."
Pheobe nodded, setting the cup on her tray. "Oh Aichouka-san, whens the next art exhibit?"
The waitress smiled. "Next week, Still hoping to display your art?"
Pheobe nodded. "We need the money. I'm not comfortable with Damien working so soon after his accident."
"What happened?"
"Car Crash."
Lifting the tray she proceeded to deliver it's contents to the tables. The story she had told was that she and Damien had been involved in a car crash, damien had lost most of his memory and was awkward around strangers. Call it instinct but Pheobe didn't think anyone would believe her boyfriend had been out of circulation for a thousand years and barely even knew how to operate a microwave. It was Pheobe's descision they move to Osaka. Obviously her father hadn't approved of the idea, he yelled at her, disowned her and threatened to get the shotgun, or was it Yelled at her, threatened to disown her and got the shotgun. Pheobe couldn't remember if it was the former, the latter, or both. Either way she and Damien had moved out to Osaka anyway which resulted in Pheobe waitressing at the Contents Label, a small two story cafe that sold coffee and food.Actually she liked working there, the music was good and the place seemed to be a favorite for artists, they often held art exhibitions on the second floor of the building.
Damien scratched his chin in thought as he examined the various forms of producelayed out before him. He checked his list once again in confusion before turning to the young man. "Whats a Kiwi?"
The man rolled his eyes and held out a small brown fuzzy oval shaped item. Damien examined the item, the entire fruit just looked like some minature form of coconut. Why Pheobe would want these smaller versions he just couldn't understand. Curiously he pressed his finger down onto the surface. The outer layer was just a layer of thin skin, a fact he discovered immediatly when the green juice splattered everywhere. Blinking in amazement Damien picked up the crushed piece of fruit, examining it much to the impatience of the vender. Without skipping a beat he placed the crushed kiwi back into the man's palm. "I'll take five please."
He looked back to the list as he was handed the fruit, pondering over the various items he needed to aquire. His eye skimmed over toilet paper. Early on Pheobe had let him know of it's necessity, there was no trouble in finding that. Reading over the list he relized he had gotten just about everything. Well there was one last thing, it was scrawled at the very bottom and left Damien with no idea where to start looking, the letters that spelled out Baking Soda. Absently he glanced around, looking for either word that might stand out on a jar, box or can. Finally his eyes fell upon a large plastic bottle. It was there written plain as the day on it's side. Wild Cherry Soda. Damien examined the bottle further for the word baking. Finding none he merely shrugged, figuring the item was as close to baking soda he could get. He must not have been paying attention, or they just came up too fast, but it was completly unexpected when something knocked him from behind. The bottle dropped, hitting the shelf before it split open, spilling it's contents to the floor. On instinct Damien turned, ready for the attack as the two children ran off, not wishing to be blamed for the incident.
Sighing he turned around, hoping to retrieve the bottle of soda from the floor. His hand stopped just a few inches from the pool. Wild cherry soda dripped off the shelf and onto the floor, adding to the pool that was already there. His mind registered the same red pool in his dream, the drops of red blood. His eyes stared at the mess in shock, unable to take his eyes off it as he backed away in pure terror. He managed to wrench his gaze away from the pool and to his hands, both were stained in blood.
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Well I think I got off to a good start..or at least I hope I did.
Just a few notes..<looks over her sheet of paper> Contents Label is in fact an actual cafe in Osaka Japan. Really I looked it up! I wanted to have an actual place for Pheobe to work.
So thank you to all those people at the Content's Label and stuff.
Have you ever seen Kiwi?(yum) it almost dowes look like a mini coconut right? well..if you don't count the shell...
Now I'm not sure if wild cherry soda is actually red..actualy I think it's kinda brown...but anyway, My fanfiction and we don't need to be completely accurate do we? ;)
Anywho I hope you are enjoying the fic so far!
The story occurs after seeds of darkness when Damien is just getting used to present day earth. It's a little angst mixed with humor. Pheobe and Damien move to Osaka and their trying to live a normal life. But with a former Dark kingdom minion and a Sailor Senshi, how can life ever be normal? Yes there might be a few appearences of the other senshi, but I'm not telling who. ;)
Before I forget: I do not own Sailor Moon. Alas I must give credit to the lovely Naoko Takeuchi and all those other people who helped make it possible.
<sniffs> Thank You!
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Damien sat on the ground in pitch black darkness, the ceiling dripped above him, making the sould of a leaky faucet as it hit the floor. He stared ahead in fear as the flames ignited around him. The ground felt strange, wet and sticky. It was when he looked down did he notice the pool of deep red that surrounded his body. The ceiling hadn't been dripping water, it was blood. No longer did the ceiling drip, it rained, staining his hair and clothing with death. His eyes widened with greater fear as the screams of the dead echoed in his mind and it was then, that Damien screamed too.
His eyes flew wide open in shock as he gasped for breath. He searched the room, being positive that he was in fact in his bedroom and not in the dark chamber of his nightmares.
"Damien? Whats wrong?"
Damien looked over at Pheobe, his princess. He never told her what happened after he drifted to sleep, he couldn't. "It was just a dream."
Pheobe frowned, not convinced. She could feel the tremors of fear in his soul. It was impossible for Damien to lie to her, she knew he was scared. The only thing she didn't know was by what.
Fretfully she watched him drift back to sleep, keeping a vigil as his body once again began to tremble in fear of unknown demons.
Pheobe watched as Damien's trembling hand lifted his coffee cup.
"That stuff is bad for you."
Damien smiled slightly. "Compared to what I've been through the last thousand years I think I'm due for a few unhealthy behaviors."
Bringing the mug to his lips he took a small sip of the dark liquid. "Why don't you let me cook breakfast?"
Pheobe flipped another slab of bacon, not lifting her eyes from the pan. "You wouldn't be able to manage it, your hand is trembling so much you can barely hold your coffee."
Damien looked down at his mug and frowned. "So you noticed."
"How could I not? You wake in fear every night and go back to sleep without solving anything, it doesn't take an empath to know your afraid. What do you see in those dreams? Why won't you tell me whats going on?"
"The same reason you don't let your wand go back where it comes from."
Pheobe frowned, she kept her wand and sailor gem near to her at all times. It would have been safer if she had let the item return into her soul when it wasn't needed, but the gem also made her too sensative to the other senshi. Their pain would become her pain. She stared at the stove, refusing to meet eyes with her lover. "I'm worried about you."
Damien set down his coffee, approaching Pheobe. He pushed the hair away from her neck and let his hands slide gently down to her shoulders, bringing his head down to the top of hers until she could feel his breath. "I'll be okay."
Pheobe nodded, not quite believing but refusing to give up her hope.
"Your going to the market today?"
Damien nodded, running his fingers through her purple curls and down her neck, but there was no mistaking the subtle tremblings of his hands.
Crowds still made him nervous, there was just too many people in too small an area to bring him any comfort. It was perfectly understandable after being in solitude for 1000 years. Earth looked a lot different his last vist. Of course, that was an understatement. Earth had gotten a complete overhall during his absence and Damien was barely keeping up. There was still so much he couldn't remember and so many things unfamiliar. Was Endymion...no..Mamoru his only brother? Were there sisters too? He shook his head, the fog still heavy over his mind. He had come to accept the fact there would be things he might not remember. Unfortunatly most of what he did remember were nightmares, and he could do without those. He had kept the worst of it from Pheobe, not letting on to how bad they had become. Damien sighed, knowing he wasn't fooling his love at all. It was near imposible to hide from an empath, and an empath who shared your bed didn't make things easier. He had hid the worst of it, but the dreams were growing more frequent and more severe, soon he wouldn't be able to hide them at all.
He glanced at the list Pheobe had given him and looked ahead, clenching his fists until they ceased trempling he walked towards the marketplace.
"Pheobe-san, that man over there wants coffee."
Pheobe raised her eyebrow. "Just Coffee?"
The other waitress smiled. "He hates the specialty."
Pheobe nodded, setting the cup on her tray. "Oh Aichouka-san, whens the next art exhibit?"
The waitress smiled. "Next week, Still hoping to display your art?"
Pheobe nodded. "We need the money. I'm not comfortable with Damien working so soon after his accident."
"What happened?"
"Car Crash."
Lifting the tray she proceeded to deliver it's contents to the tables. The story she had told was that she and Damien had been involved in a car crash, damien had lost most of his memory and was awkward around strangers. Call it instinct but Pheobe didn't think anyone would believe her boyfriend had been out of circulation for a thousand years and barely even knew how to operate a microwave. It was Pheobe's descision they move to Osaka. Obviously her father hadn't approved of the idea, he yelled at her, disowned her and threatened to get the shotgun, or was it Yelled at her, threatened to disown her and got the shotgun. Pheobe couldn't remember if it was the former, the latter, or both. Either way she and Damien had moved out to Osaka anyway which resulted in Pheobe waitressing at the Contents Label, a small two story cafe that sold coffee and food.Actually she liked working there, the music was good and the place seemed to be a favorite for artists, they often held art exhibitions on the second floor of the building.
Damien scratched his chin in thought as he examined the various forms of producelayed out before him. He checked his list once again in confusion before turning to the young man. "Whats a Kiwi?"
The man rolled his eyes and held out a small brown fuzzy oval shaped item. Damien examined the item, the entire fruit just looked like some minature form of coconut. Why Pheobe would want these smaller versions he just couldn't understand. Curiously he pressed his finger down onto the surface. The outer layer was just a layer of thin skin, a fact he discovered immediatly when the green juice splattered everywhere. Blinking in amazement Damien picked up the crushed piece of fruit, examining it much to the impatience of the vender. Without skipping a beat he placed the crushed kiwi back into the man's palm. "I'll take five please."
He looked back to the list as he was handed the fruit, pondering over the various items he needed to aquire. His eye skimmed over toilet paper. Early on Pheobe had let him know of it's necessity, there was no trouble in finding that. Reading over the list he relized he had gotten just about everything. Well there was one last thing, it was scrawled at the very bottom and left Damien with no idea where to start looking, the letters that spelled out Baking Soda. Absently he glanced around, looking for either word that might stand out on a jar, box or can. Finally his eyes fell upon a large plastic bottle. It was there written plain as the day on it's side. Wild Cherry Soda. Damien examined the bottle further for the word baking. Finding none he merely shrugged, figuring the item was as close to baking soda he could get. He must not have been paying attention, or they just came up too fast, but it was completly unexpected when something knocked him from behind. The bottle dropped, hitting the shelf before it split open, spilling it's contents to the floor. On instinct Damien turned, ready for the attack as the two children ran off, not wishing to be blamed for the incident.
Sighing he turned around, hoping to retrieve the bottle of soda from the floor. His hand stopped just a few inches from the pool. Wild cherry soda dripped off the shelf and onto the floor, adding to the pool that was already there. His mind registered the same red pool in his dream, the drops of red blood. His eyes stared at the mess in shock, unable to take his eyes off it as he backed away in pure terror. He managed to wrench his gaze away from the pool and to his hands, both were stained in blood.
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Well I think I got off to a good start..or at least I hope I did.
Just a few notes..<looks over her sheet of paper> Contents Label is in fact an actual cafe in Osaka Japan. Really I looked it up! I wanted to have an actual place for Pheobe to work.
So thank you to all those people at the Content's Label and stuff.
Have you ever seen Kiwi?(yum) it almost dowes look like a mini coconut right? well..if you don't count the shell...
Now I'm not sure if wild cherry soda is actually red..actualy I think it's kinda brown...but anyway, My fanfiction and we don't need to be completely accurate do we? ;)
Anywho I hope you are enjoying the fic so far!