Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Love and Lament ❯ Ami 4 ( Chapter 7 )

Love & Lament

 

Chapter seven

 

 

“Makoto, I want to thank you, for today.” Ami looked up at her companion as they strolled through the Dream Land amusement park. Ami thought back to the morning and how Makoto had scared her mother and her senseless by banging on their door at six in the morning. Ami did not know what to say when her friend barged in and demanded that she accompany her for the day. Ami of course declined, but Makoto was adamant saying that Ami had cooped herself up for too long. At the time, Ami was more than a little shocked and mad at her mother when she gave Makoto permission to literally carry her daughter out the door. The day was passing wonderfully, however, so all was forgiven.

 

“I was mad at you at first, but this was a good idea. It is a beautiful day, and I am having fun.” Ami admitted quietly.

 

Makoto smiled as she slung an arm around her much shorter friend's shoulders, squeezing her a little harder than she intended. “No problem Blue.” Makoto winked at Ami's interesting look, earned by the use of the new nickname.

 

“That's what friends are for right?” Makoto grinned as she used her free hand to fling a few dreads that fell over her eyes behind her head. Having lived on the streets for half her life, Makoto found it easier to keep her hair in dreadlocks. The dark brown hair, inherited from her Brazilian mother, was something Makoto was rather fond of. She knew she might have to cut them off before school started, but she would enjoy them as long as she could.

 

Still a bit huffy over the nickname, Ami stewed for a moment. Slowly, a small smile edged across her lips. Without thinking she playfully smacked Makoto across her stomach. “Wow! Those things are solid!”

 

Makoto's eyes lit up at the obvious appreciation in Ami's surprised exclamation. It was not often that someone other than Fiore appreciated her sculpted physique. “Oh yeah, check these babies out!”

 

Seeing the rare opportunity to show off, Makoto shamelessly lifted up her shirt. That gave Ami and more than a few passerby's an eyeful of her well defined abs, and the bottom of her well filled out brazier. Ami, not used to such display instantly turned beet red and turned away mumbling to herself.

 

“Heh, sorry bout that.” Makoto teasingly apologized. Ami was a wee bit more conservative about her body than she was.

 

“Yep,” Makoto continued as if nothing had happened. She grinned broadly as she proudly patted her washboard stomach. “I started to get into body-building when I first got tossed in juvie. I met a couple girls that were really into it. And as big as I am, whew, I tell ya I ain't got nothing compared to some of them girls.”

 

Makoto nudged her still blushing friend, successfully breaking her from her shock. Unable to help herself Makoto felt the sudden urge to see the blush return. “They were into a couple of other things that I told you about that one time.”

 

Ami did not disappoint, as her skin flamed up instantly. She vividly remembered how she had once asked Makoto's advice about sex and what she thought another woman might enjoy. Even though as far as she knew, Makoto only liked men. She figured her worldlier friend could give her a little bit of an idea on where to start. And boy, did she ever get an education that day. Apparently Makoto's friends in juvenile detention were very open with their love play, and she couldn't help but watch.

 

Ami's thoughts turned unexpectedly to her first and only night with Juni. She had the entire night scripted out, how she was going to tell Juni she loved her and then they would make love. In the end her script fell by the wayside, and she acted purely on instinct. She was surprised to find that she so easily assumed the dominate role when she made love Juni, even though Juni was almost eight years her senior. That night, Ami had made love to Juni, but she had denied her the chance to reciprocate. She felt that she should wait to give herself to Juni until Juni could trust her with her secrets.

 

::What a selfish fool I was.:: Ami's thoughts were dark, and threatened to spoil her afternoon. Realizing this, and knowing it would do know good, Ami tried to concentrate on something else. Her whole day had been wonderful, and the amusement park had been the perfect place to goof off. Not once had Makoto brought up anything painful. Ami knew that her friend did so out of consideration to her. She needed to escape life for a little while and today had helped her to do just that.

 

The day continued on nicely for the next few hours, Ami enjoying the company and distraction, and Makoto having fun doing something that she hadn't been able to do since her parents were alive. The friends chatted about inconsequential things , careful to avoid any touchy subjects. Several times Ami started to feel guilty for being able to smile and enjoy herself, but she knew that Juni would not want that. Today she would enjoy herself, after all there was always tomorrow for tears.

 

“Oh gosh, Miss. Mizuno!” Ami's throat tightened and her eyes shot wide and clouded with anger as the familiar voice drew closer. Makoto was in the middle of a melting ice cream cone and had yet to notice Ami's ire.

 

“Hey, Makoto, can we go back to the temple now?” Ami pleaded as she gripped Makoto's muscled arm in a near panic.

 

“But, we were gonna hit the candy palace. Y'know, free goodies!” Makoto spoke as if Ami were forgetting something important, completely missing her friend`s distress.

 

Ami became more agitated as Usagi drew closer. “Next time ok?”

 

This time Makoto heard the desperation in Ami's voice and saw the storm of emotions in her eyes. “Yeah, sure.” As soon as Makoto acquiesced, Ami led her as fast as she could out of the park. She had no desire to speak to the girl she blamed for her lover's death.

 

Once they exited the park, Makoto, stood firm causing her much smaller friend, who was still attached to her arm to stop as well. “Alright Ami, mind telling me what that was all about?”

 

“It… it was nothing.” Ami stammered, still shook up from such a glaring reminder of her love's death. “I just saw something that brought up some bad memories.”

 

“Aw Blue.” Makoto gentled her voice and repositioned her arm around Ami's shoulder. “You shoulda said something.”

 

An idea popped into Makoto's head as the two walked toward the nearest bus stop in silence. “I have an idea. Flower Boy won't be home tonight, so why don't you come over and I can try out a new recipe on you and the old man.”

 

Ami was tempted by the offer. Makoto, although having spent no prior time in the kitchen took to cooking like an old pro. Still, Ami's mood had fallen rapidly since her near run in with Usagi. “I do not know if that is…”

 

“Aww, c'mon.” Makoto interrupted Ami's rejection. “It'll be fun!”

 

“Well,”

 

“Great!” Makoto firmly grasped Ami's hand and purposefully lead her to the bus leading to the Hikawa shrine. “It's settled then.”

 

 

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“Wait, Miss. Ami, I need to talk to you!” Usagi Tsukino, followed Ami until it was obvious that the blue haired girl was running from her. Once Ami was out of sight, Usagi solemnly returned to where her feline mentor, Luna, was waiting.

 

It took some time for the oft ditzy teen to remember where exactly it was that Luna was hidden. During her search she struggled to hold back the tears that Ami's rejection stirred up. When she finally found the bushes Luna was hidden in, Usagi had to wipe away her tears and calm herself.

 

Luna, Usagi's guardian and mentor, was once a peerless warrior and a decorated general. During the Silver Millennium she had been appointed to the head of Serenities armies. Over time Luna had become bitter and hard, she detested tears and any physical show of weakness. Usagi had learned this and many other lessons the hard way. If it wasn't for her healing abilities as Sailor Moon, her body would be a showcase of scars to prove it.

 

“Luna, did you find anything yet? I… I did'nt find anything.” Usagi heard a snort from the bushes. Luna obviously had not expected much from her.

 

“Whatever it is,” Luna cool voice sounded quietly so only Usagi could hear. “It's still here. Let's get back on the train. I can scan a larger area that way.

 

Usagi opened her bag for her unnatural looking cat to hide in. Once Luna was situated, Usagi made her way to the line for the trolley. The line was long, but the trolley traveled the entire park. Luna knew that there was a Yoma somewhere in the vicinity, but was having a hard time pinpointing its location. Once on the trolley, Luna's concentration became completely focused on locating the enemy. Without Luna's attention on her, Usagi was finally able to let some of her emotions show.

 

“Are you all right Miss?” Usagi looked up at the kind voice. Her breath caught as deep brown eyes locked on her own. The young man was obviously not full Japanese, yet his foreign blood made him all the more attractive. That would bother some, but Usagi was easily smitten and race never mattered to her.

 

He smiled as he handed her a handkerchief. “Th… Thank you” Usagi stammered as she dried her tears and tried to disguise her blush. “I'm Tsukino, Usagi. Are, are you here alone?”

 

“No.” The young man blushed as well when Usagi's emotions washed over him. “I'm watching someone.”

 

“Eeew!” Usagi's face scrunched up. “You're not stalking her are you?”

 

The young man looked puzzled for a moment before chuckling lightly. Usagi couldn't help but notice his effeminate manner and found it incredibly attractive. “Heavens no,” The man looked mildly insulted. “I'm protecting them.”

 

“Oh.” Usagi took on a far away look as she tried to impose her own protector's image over that of the young man. ::Could he be Tuxedo Mask?::

 

“Oww!” Usagi yelped suddenly. Without explanation she sat up quickly, bowed spastically, and then leapt from the slow moving trolley.

 

The young man watched as she disappeared into the crowd of families enjoying the park. He smirked to himself, glad to have found a moment to talk to her. He, unbeknownst to her, knew her identity as Sailor Moon. He had an interest in her because she often fought beside the man he was truly looking after, Mamoru Chiba, Tuxedo Mask.

 

 

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“Very good. You're results have been quite exemplary.” A hint of maniac glee entered the cold blue eyes of Jadeite. He allowed his pleasure to be seen through his posture as he surveyed the bodies scattered before him.

 

The Yoma, Kigaan, had an operation in which she would transport a bus full of people to Jadeite's palace. There, she drained them of their life's energy, leaving their corpses for use in Jadeite's macabre experiments.

 

“Hmpf.” Jadeite lifted the head of one of the dead men, calmly running a finger along his jaw. “Continue like this and I will make you an officer in my army, despite your tainted blood.”

 

“Your will, Lord Jadeite.” The Yoma possessed human bowed to her master. Once dismissed, she entered her bus and returned to earth via the portal Jadeite created for her.

 

Jadeite was set to catalog his latest crop when he felt a familiar tug on his energies. The tug, was an all too frequent sign that one of his Earthly minions had been slain. Ignoring the bodies for now, Jadeite opened a portal into his tapestry room. In this room he kept a wall length tapestry, created from strips of flesh taken from his Yoma slaves. The pieces of flesh allowed him to dominate his Yoma and kept them from attacking him. It also served to track the living and dead.

 

A Menacing look darkened the evil general's face. More than eighty percent of his tapestry was darkened. The darkened flesh belonged to those Yoma that have been slain. Most of which were slain by the mysterious soldier V, the rest by the simpering Sailor Moon.

 

::Less than three weeks between this one and the last.:: Jadeite's fingers trailed over the flesh that belonged to the Yoma he had working out of the human's amusement park. His eyes lingered for a moment on the patch of the quilt that belonged to Garoben. He spared a brief thought to the demon who had once been his lover. Now she was nothing but another stain on his ghastly tapestry.

 

Jadeite's thoughts turned to Beryl, the undead Queen of the Dark Kingdom. He had already crossed her once, and with the loss of most of his soldiers he knew it was only a matter of time before she punished him for his failures. He knew that if she decided to replace him, he couldn't stop her. At least not yet. Jadeite had a potential source of infinite power, but it had yet to mature. He needed time to cultivate his prize that could potentially take him beyond mortality.

 

::I need time, and time is running short.:: Jadeite's eyes widened a fraction as an idea started to take shape. He needed an ally. With the proper backing he could make himself untouchable, and perhaps even erase Beryl all together. ::But who?::

 

The thought no sooner left his mind when the perfect solution was presented to him. “Lord JiJi.”

 

Jadeite had felt the ancient Martian's energy signature several months prior. He stored away the information until he could utilize it in his favor, and now that time had arrived. JiJi, The Mars King, had at one time led the Dark Kingdom's most feared warriors. He was a warrior without equal, and his power had once surpassed his own. Jadeite knew that times changed, but if JiJi even held a half of his former might, then his plans of a coup might not be so far fetched.

 

All that was left was to convince him to join his cause. Jadeite knew that JiJi resented Beryl, but more importantly he loved nothing more than a good fight. If the fight seemed impossible, that made JiJi want it even more. This was Jadeite's key to convincing the Mars King. It also made him the perfect ally.

 

 

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