Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Purple and Pink are for Girls ❯ Prologue

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Pink and Purple Are For Girls
A Sailor Moon Fanfic
By Kevin "Kionon" Callahan

Author Notes: This came to me as I was reading a very bad Hotaru/Chibi-usa
lemon, I'm even considering misting it. I decided that too often a sexual
side of any relationship between Hotaru and Chibi-usa is shown. So, as a
challenge to my ability to write, I decided to attempt the production of a
believable Shoujo Ai story between the two.

Thanks goes to: Random Reader Number 5!

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Oh, how the days pass away, while so much is happening around me.
I despise the duties. The constant flow of things in and out, in and out.
My life is monotonous, as it has been forever. And so it continues, and
every day I wake up and my advisors grow but still older, and still days
later, they seem to have been replaced by younger versions of themselves
and time continues.

I don't want to command, I don't want a kingdom. I don't want the
constant melancholy of the Queen. Such is not for me. Such should not be
my destiny. When was the last time I actually looked at a sunrise? Can I
answer even that question? Was it yesterday? A year ago? An eon ago? I have
no idea. My mother might know, but we rarely speak. She as busy as I, we're
always going in the opposite directions. She as unreachable as she was so
many years ago.

There was a time when all those I could trust would be there for
me. Not so anymore. All are like me. Swamped with the duties. If I have
my way, I shall surely abdicate and help form a democracy. Let the people
rule themselves. We are tired. Though the senshi may not admit it, they are
as tired as I. We have no time to ourselves. We are machines. Pretty,
graceful, nicely dressed machines. Nothing more.

There comes a rapping at my door. I ignore it. It becomes
insistant.

"What now?" I inquire, angry to be taken away from my brooding.

Silence at first, then a voice, "The Rebel Activity Reports are
in."

I sniff. "Leave them at the door, or give them to Sailor Jupiter.
I don't wish to be disturbed."

"Even by me?" the voice responds, obviously hurt, but I have no
recollection of who this person might be. Sensing that, I suppose, the
voice continues, "It's Saturn... Have we grown that much apart?"

I cough. "Come in, but please, be quick, I'm in no mood to be
bothered by endless reports."

The door opens, and meekly, a girl of a body no more than seventeen
years walks in holding a small palmtop computer in her left hand. She
curtsies, but I wave her off. "Princess, the bombing statistics are up 21%,
peaceful protests up 56%, and seditious printings are up 66%." She comes
closer. "The circle wants your opinion."

"They know it!" I bite out.

"They think you'll change," she replies.

"They know I won't."

Silence.

Deep breath.

"I'm worried about you," she says suddenly, breaking the silence.

I sniff. "I'm perfectly fine."

"Where is she?" the girl mumbles.

"Who?" I ask.

She draws closer and peers into my eyes. "That one." She points
and motions deep in my eyes. "The one in there." She blinks and embraces me.
"The one I loved." Lying her head on my shoulder, she continues, "Where
has she gone?"

I have no answer.

She stares into my eyes once more, beckoning me to answer.

I have no answer.

I have no answer, but I embrace her. Time stands still, and I know
that the girl has come back. I smile at the girl staring into my eyes, and
I know she knows it too, and I know I love her.

Damn the kingdom.

Damn the crown.

Damn the people.

I am needed here, in this moment, and nowhere else.

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Uhm, ok, whatever...

Comments, critiques, threats, mail-bombs, and hand grenades can be sent to
kionon@hotmail.com

May the woi be with you.