Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Home Away From Home ❯ Alena Quartz ( Chapter 4 )
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By: Minerva Blue 
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.11.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 188 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.11.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 188 | Status: Completed
Just in case you forget, I don't own Sailor Moon.
Oh! and thanks to Ellie shields for helping me with this chapter!
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"You need help."
Damien sighed, sitting up in bed, his hand pressed to his forhead. "I'm aware of that."
Pheobe frowned. "And you still won't tell me whats wrong."
Damien sighed, so she heard him scream. The entire building had heard it, the events of last night had resulted in twelve visits, eight phone calls, and five police calls(a gesture which hadn't helped their current relationship with the station). "I remember it Pheobe, it's all coming back."
Pheobe leaned nearer in comfort. "Beryl?"
"Who else" He looked at his hands. "I see blood on my hands. You can't know what I've done. Bits and pieces..all horrible. I'm paying for it Pheobe. This is my punishment."
Pheobe sighed, staring off into the dining area among the various tables.
"Pheobe-san."
Pheobe nearly jumped, turning to Aichouka. Aichouka in turn looked at Pheobe in slight worry. "Pheobe-San, that table still needs their food."
She gestured to a young couple sitting near the window. Pheobe nodded, smiling weakly. "Sorry."
She nearly dropped her tray when she reched the couple and finally recognized their faces. Sitting together at a small round table was none other then Haruka and Michiru. "Haruka-san, Michiru-san."
The two looked up, Haruka gave her a look of indifference wile Michiru smiled politly. "Hello Pheobe-chan."
Haruka calmly sipped her tea. "We've just come around to finish you off...ow!"
Haruka winced as Michiru kicked her beneath the table. "Haruka-chan, be polite." She turned back to Pheobe. "She gets carried away sometimes."
Haruka rubbed her leg. "did you have to kick so hard?"
Pheobe nodded. "It's alright, you were joking only." She set down the plates. "Your here for the art exhibition?"
"The girl needs an award Michiru-chan, she's found us out."
Pheobe smiled weakly. Michiru gave Haruka a look before turning back to Pheobe. "I'm assuming Damien is here as well?"
Pheobe frowned, she didn't think the two would be very convinced about Damien's recovery, If waking up in the middle of the night screaming could be called recovery. She knew they would be concerned about his loyalty, Damien wouldn't have much of a chance. Michiru seemed to notice Pheobe's concerened expression, frowning slightly. "Whats the matter?"
Haruka leaned back in her chair. "Come on, we don't bite."
Taking a deep breath, Pheobe prepared for the worst. "Damien's been having nightmares."
"We all have nightmares Pheobe-chan, thats nothing to worry about."
"Every single night?" She proceeded to explain how Damien tossed in his sleep, how the dreams had gotten worse, the night he had woken up screaming, and had a breakdown in the market.
Michiru bowed her head, Haruka looked at Pheobe with genuine concern.
"Sounds worse then your trauma Haruka-chan."
Haruka winced, shooting an angry look at Michiru. "Don't mention that."
Michiru sighed, taking a pen and scribbling something down on a napkin. "You just don't like admitting you need help."
"It wasn't even that serious."
"Exactly, so don't dwell on it." Michiru slid Pheobe the napkin. "Theres a woman near here.."
"Your giving her the name now?"
"Don't be so worried Haruka-chan."
"She might mention me."
"Would you rather be sleeping on the couch tonight?"
Haruka winced, not saying another word. Smiling slightly over her victory Michiru continued. "Theres a woman near here who specializes in Damien's kind of trauma, If you give her a call maybe you can set up an appointment."
Pheobe nodded, taking the napkin. "Thank you."
"Pheobe are you sure about this?"
"Would you rather have those nighmares get worse the rest of your life?"
Damien sighed, relenting as they both approached the tiny building. When they had called the woman she had seemed quite intrested in Damien, asking several questions about age, height, eating habits, who had refered her to them, the nightmares; both how often and how severe. After she was satisfied she gave them an address located on the far side of town. The building was so small they would have missed it if they weren't looking. The little shack had been crammed between two larger buildings, hardly giving their neighbor any notice for those who even managed to see it and many just passed the place by.
The door opened imidiatly, revaling a dimmed room of drapes and candles and giving the impression that the place had never had proper electricity.
"Oh, would you mind getting the light?"
Both Damien and Pheobe were shocked to hear a lady's voice from the other foom, a silloette appearing in the doorway. "It's the switch to your right."
Pheobe shrugged and felt the wall for a small light switch, flicking it up. Instantly the room brightened, revealing much more then had been previously determined. There was a shelf to the wall, containing various artifacts, amirror or two hung on the walls and a large cabinet was resting against the opposite wall. They were finally able to see the woman more clearly. She looked to be about five and a half feet tall, thin, with a loose dress patterned with brown shapes. Her face possesed almost regal features, although slightly taut with age. Her auburn hair possesed a few silver streaks and fell down her shoulders in crimped waves. Her eyes were a sharp lively green and they darted from Pheobe to Damien. She smiled pleasently, blowing out the candles.
"Sorry about that, Some of my customers prefer this look. Damien right? My name is Alena Quartz"
Damien nodded silently, the woman then looked at Pheobe. "And you must be Pheobe. We'll get started in the back room."
Pheobe followed with Damien, watching Alena curiously. She could barely feel anything from her, almost as if a fog had clouded over.
Alena continued, seeming oblivious to Pheobe's confusion and leading them into an open room, a blue carpet covered the floor, the walls a light color of beige. It was well lighted and a couch and armchair sat in the middle, a polished desk in the corner while a few stones lay on a tiny round table at the opposite end.
"If you would have a seat on the couch?"
Pheobe and Damien looked at eachother and obeyed. Damien squeezed her hand nervously, Pheobe squeezed it gently back.
Alena Quartz sat down on the chair, folding her hands into her lap.
"You informed me on the phone why your here. We'll start slow with a bit of conversation, then we'll move into some more advanced techniques."
"Madam Quartz?"
"Yes, Pheobe?"
"What exactly do you specialize in?"
"They didn't tell you?"
Pheobe shook her head and Alena continue. "Past lives mostly. Repressed memories from different existences. Unusual traumas not unlike your boyfriend's."
Oh! and thanks to Ellie shields for helping me with this chapter!
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"You need help."
Damien sighed, sitting up in bed, his hand pressed to his forhead. "I'm aware of that."
Pheobe frowned. "And you still won't tell me whats wrong."
Damien sighed, so she heard him scream. The entire building had heard it, the events of last night had resulted in twelve visits, eight phone calls, and five police calls(a gesture which hadn't helped their current relationship with the station). "I remember it Pheobe, it's all coming back."
Pheobe leaned nearer in comfort. "Beryl?"
"Who else" He looked at his hands. "I see blood on my hands. You can't know what I've done. Bits and pieces..all horrible. I'm paying for it Pheobe. This is my punishment."
Pheobe sighed, staring off into the dining area among the various tables.
"Pheobe-san."
Pheobe nearly jumped, turning to Aichouka. Aichouka in turn looked at Pheobe in slight worry. "Pheobe-San, that table still needs their food."
She gestured to a young couple sitting near the window. Pheobe nodded, smiling weakly. "Sorry."
She nearly dropped her tray when she reched the couple and finally recognized their faces. Sitting together at a small round table was none other then Haruka and Michiru. "Haruka-san, Michiru-san."
The two looked up, Haruka gave her a look of indifference wile Michiru smiled politly. "Hello Pheobe-chan."
Haruka calmly sipped her tea. "We've just come around to finish you off...ow!"
Haruka winced as Michiru kicked her beneath the table. "Haruka-chan, be polite." She turned back to Pheobe. "She gets carried away sometimes."
Haruka rubbed her leg. "did you have to kick so hard?"
Pheobe nodded. "It's alright, you were joking only." She set down the plates. "Your here for the art exhibition?"
"The girl needs an award Michiru-chan, she's found us out."
Pheobe smiled weakly. Michiru gave Haruka a look before turning back to Pheobe. "I'm assuming Damien is here as well?"
Pheobe frowned, she didn't think the two would be very convinced about Damien's recovery, If waking up in the middle of the night screaming could be called recovery. She knew they would be concerned about his loyalty, Damien wouldn't have much of a chance. Michiru seemed to notice Pheobe's concerened expression, frowning slightly. "Whats the matter?"
Haruka leaned back in her chair. "Come on, we don't bite."
Taking a deep breath, Pheobe prepared for the worst. "Damien's been having nightmares."
"We all have nightmares Pheobe-chan, thats nothing to worry about."
"Every single night?" She proceeded to explain how Damien tossed in his sleep, how the dreams had gotten worse, the night he had woken up screaming, and had a breakdown in the market.
Michiru bowed her head, Haruka looked at Pheobe with genuine concern.
"Sounds worse then your trauma Haruka-chan."
Haruka winced, shooting an angry look at Michiru. "Don't mention that."
Michiru sighed, taking a pen and scribbling something down on a napkin. "You just don't like admitting you need help."
"It wasn't even that serious."
"Exactly, so don't dwell on it." Michiru slid Pheobe the napkin. "Theres a woman near here.."
"Your giving her the name now?"
"Don't be so worried Haruka-chan."
"She might mention me."
"Would you rather be sleeping on the couch tonight?"
Haruka winced, not saying another word. Smiling slightly over her victory Michiru continued. "Theres a woman near here who specializes in Damien's kind of trauma, If you give her a call maybe you can set up an appointment."
Pheobe nodded, taking the napkin. "Thank you."
"Pheobe are you sure about this?"
"Would you rather have those nighmares get worse the rest of your life?"
Damien sighed, relenting as they both approached the tiny building. When they had called the woman she had seemed quite intrested in Damien, asking several questions about age, height, eating habits, who had refered her to them, the nightmares; both how often and how severe. After she was satisfied she gave them an address located on the far side of town. The building was so small they would have missed it if they weren't looking. The little shack had been crammed between two larger buildings, hardly giving their neighbor any notice for those who even managed to see it and many just passed the place by.
The door opened imidiatly, revaling a dimmed room of drapes and candles and giving the impression that the place had never had proper electricity.
"Oh, would you mind getting the light?"
Both Damien and Pheobe were shocked to hear a lady's voice from the other foom, a silloette appearing in the doorway. "It's the switch to your right."
Pheobe shrugged and felt the wall for a small light switch, flicking it up. Instantly the room brightened, revealing much more then had been previously determined. There was a shelf to the wall, containing various artifacts, amirror or two hung on the walls and a large cabinet was resting against the opposite wall. They were finally able to see the woman more clearly. She looked to be about five and a half feet tall, thin, with a loose dress patterned with brown shapes. Her face possesed almost regal features, although slightly taut with age. Her auburn hair possesed a few silver streaks and fell down her shoulders in crimped waves. Her eyes were a sharp lively green and they darted from Pheobe to Damien. She smiled pleasently, blowing out the candles.
"Sorry about that, Some of my customers prefer this look. Damien right? My name is Alena Quartz"
Damien nodded silently, the woman then looked at Pheobe. "And you must be Pheobe. We'll get started in the back room."
Pheobe followed with Damien, watching Alena curiously. She could barely feel anything from her, almost as if a fog had clouded over.
Alena continued, seeming oblivious to Pheobe's confusion and leading them into an open room, a blue carpet covered the floor, the walls a light color of beige. It was well lighted and a couch and armchair sat in the middle, a polished desk in the corner while a few stones lay on a tiny round table at the opposite end.
"If you would have a seat on the couch?"
Pheobe and Damien looked at eachother and obeyed. Damien squeezed her hand nervously, Pheobe squeezed it gently back.
Alena Quartz sat down on the chair, folding her hands into her lap.
"You informed me on the phone why your here. We'll start slow with a bit of conversation, then we'll move into some more advanced techniques."
"Madam Quartz?"
"Yes, Pheobe?"
"What exactly do you specialize in?"
"They didn't tell you?"
Pheobe shook her head and Alena continue. "Past lives mostly. Repressed memories from different existences. Unusual traumas not unlike your boyfriend's."