Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ The Child ❯ A Soul's True Meaning ( Chapter 3 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

The Child
By: Ree-B
Rating:G
AN: If you are still reading this story, you are either not right in the head or you are ACTUALLY
ENJOYING IT! I would prefer the second option. So for those of you who want me to keep
writing this story, please write me and tell me, cause i'm beginning to think about throwing
down the drain.

Disclaimer: Obviously, I dont own Sailormoon and other characters. So dont even bother
with sueing me. You wont get anything but maybe some random Delco silverware. (P.S.-
I dont own Delco either)

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Chapter 3: A Soul's True Meaning

The Next Morning

Mamoru awoke to find Usagi sitting in bed, watching him. Her glimmering eyes seemed
to be memorizing his face. He leaned forward and placed a small kiss on her forehead.
"Good morning, Odango. How about we go down stairs and get some breakfast? Do you
like pancakes?" Usagi shook her head furiously and rubbed her tummy as she licked her
lips.

"I guess that's a yes!" He picked her up, giving her a piggyback ride down to the kitchen.
He greeted the normal kitchen staff with smiles and friendly words (as usual), introducing
them all to Usagi. After a nice big breakfast, Mamoru and Usagi did many things to prepare
for Usagi's stay, like fitting her for clothes, making announcements of her stay to the kingdom.
Mamoru stepped away from it all a few times, to handle king stuff, but he always left Nanny
Beth at her side. Nanny Beth always noticed the frown that would place itself on Usagi's
face when His Majesty was out of the room. And whether he was gone for an hour or a few
minutes, she would always run to his arms when he returned, replacing her frown for a smile.

That first day went by so slow, but as the days went by, time seemed to speed up. To
Mamoru, those months had seemed like a couple days. He had grown so close to Usa.
He would spend hours talking to her, confiding in her even though she never talked back. The
whole kingdom noticed how he had seemed happier ever since she entered his life. Any
onlooker would think they were father and daughter, or brother and sister, but the castle
staff knew otherwise. To them Usagi and Mamoru almost acted as if they were a couple.
It was odd but sometimes Mamoru would dream about Usa and once even he had
daydreamed about them marrying. He thought he was crazy to think these things about a
child, but sometimes he wished her soul was just in an older body. He had fallen in love
with her soul, only wishing she could be his. But it could never be, for she was only a child.
He now sat in his study, looking at various papers, as she sat on the floor playing with doll
that had been made for her, one looked like himself and the other was a blonde woman
with Usa's hairstyle. He watched her for a moment, as she pretended they were getting
married. She played just as any normal girl would but with the absence of words. Its true.
She had not spoken a single word since she had come here. At first he thought it odd,
but then realized that he could understand her just by looking in her eyes, just as she
could with him. She would laugh (which sounded like little bells) and she would cry (which
made his heart break). Sometimes she would hum some foreign tune, as she did now.
Mamoru just watched and listened, deciding she was much more enjoyable than a stack of
papers. <You are so cute sometimes, Usako> he thought. Suddenly, her head jerked
around to stare into his eyes. The feeling that she was searching his soul over whelmed
him. She stood up and looked at him. Just standing there. She spoke volumes to him
with her eyes. They showed a deepness that he couldnt fathom and something she was
hiding from him, just about to spill over the wall. Her mouth opened slightly as if she were
about ot say something.

Knock Knock Knock. There was a rap at the door.

"*Ahem* Come in." Mamoru commanded in a very deep, kingly voice. A short man with
thick glasses and brown hair poked his head in the door.

"Your Majesty, You're needed in the conference room."

"Thank you, Melvin. I'll be right there." He turned back around to Usagi. She pleded for him
to stay. " I have to go, Odango. But when I'm done, I will meet you in the Garden. Okay?"

Usagi frowned and threw herself into his arms. She gave him a swift kiss to the cheek then
Usagi stepped back, put a true child-like smile on her face and skipped from the room.
Mamoru slumped to the ground. A single tear slipped down his face and would have fallen
to the floor, but his hand wiped it from his face.

"Why does it hurt so much to love her? Why?"



The Rose garden

Mamoru walked through the garden lazily to the center where a small fishpond was placed
next to a large Oak tree. He stood at a distance for a second. There she was, his little
Usako, gently leaning over the edge to dip her fingers into the water. She was so innocent.
He sighed deeply, pulling her attention away from the pond. A large smile spread across
her small face. Usagi jumped up and ran into Mamoru's outstretched arms.

"Why, it's good to see you, too!" He chuckled. "I'm sorry it took me so long. So now, what
been troubling you, anything I can help with?"

Usagi got the same deep look in her eyes. She bit her lip and looked to the grass, hoping
to find her courage there.

<I have to tell you something>

Mamoru grabbed onto Usagi in a defensive move and yelled out, "Who said that? Show
yourself!"

After a few seconds of complete silence, Usagi tapped him on the shoulder and looked
straight into his eyes.

<I said it>

" Wha? But how could you...? I dont get it?" He stammered.

<There's no time to explain either. I just needed to tell you that my birthday is in one day, and
something will start to happen to me>

"Usa, I dont know what's going on, but what do you mean 'something will start to happen to you'.
You worry me. Please tell me."

<I can't. And dont be worried; I will not be harmed, just...different> Her gaze avoided him.

"I just dont understand. Please, what is going to happen?" Mamoru grabbed her shoulders
and brought her face near his.

< I can say no more>

And she ran off, leaving a bewildered man behind to ponder her words.



That Night in the Bedroom

After finally leaving his papers to be settled in the morning, Mamoru made his way into their
bedroom. It was no longer his, it was theirs. After the first night, He and nanny Beth had tried
to get her to sleep in a room right next to his. But she wouldn't. She had slept next to him from
then on. He stepped into the room. She lay there under the covers, sound asleep. Nanny
Beth had let loose Usagi's hair and it lay sprawled across the sheets. He thought of what had
happened today. She tried to tell him something. But she couldn't have. She didin't talk.
Someone must have been playing some sick joke on him. But she had that look in her eyes.
The soul-searching look that reached down into one's soul. That look is what frightened him.
With that look he knew she wasn't lying. But a haunting feeling told him that everything would
change after tomorrow. He didn't like for things to change. For him, change had always meant
heartache. Why could he not keep things as they are? Either way, he could not stop what was
to happen. Fate had decreed it to happen. And Fate is a lady not to be reckened with.
Mamoru didn't know what fate was about to deal him. But Fate was not as cruel as he had
experienced. She could be kind and caring. Fate was going to inact change in his life. As long
as he could accept it, this change would bring happiness. He glanced down at the sleeping girl.
She had alreadt changed his life so much. He felt complete around her. That part of his heart
he had closed off when his parents died was filled by her cheeriness and love for life. He
changed into his bed clothes and got under the warm covers. He looked to her before laying
down to sleep. <Funny> he thought <That night gown is much too big for her> He brushed it
aside and let his head lie upon his pillow. That night he dreamt of what it would be like to
watch his Usako grow up. He saw her as a little baby. He saw her as she is now. He saw
her as a rebelious teenager. And then he saw her as a grown woman. Typically, when he
dreamt of her as a adult, she would be by his side as his wife. Yet this time he saw her
amoungst a group of five women. These women looked like the five which first brought Usagi
to him. Yet their clothes were completely different and they were not shrouded in mystery as
they were when he met him. Then he noticed another woman. She looked similar to his Usa,
but she carried a regal air to her. This was a strange dream indeed.


The Next Morning

One strong tan hand wiped at crystal blue eyes. He was tired still. One might think that after
eight hours of sleep, one might not feel so drained. But after his dreams that night he had tossed
and turned all night long. Almost as if he was anxious for the morning. In any case he had a
long day ahead of him. Not only did he have to take care of his kingly duties but he had a surprise
birthday party to plan. At first he did not believe that she had communicated to him. After they
had 'talked' in the garden he had spent hours in his study pretending to be busy so that no one
would bother him. Just before nanny Beth had rushed his sweet Usako off to bed he had looked
at her, really looked at her. She would never lie to him. Would she? He had to ask. Ask her for
the truth. But how to word his thoughts. He couldn't just ask her if she would change tomorrow.
The other people present would think him crazy. That's when his lips acted before his mind. he
asked her straight out if her birthday was tomorrow. A simple nod was all he received. And somehow
that had told him it was all true. But what did he think of that? He couldn't think about it now. It was
still too early and he still had to awaken the sleeping beauty that plagued his thoughts. He rolled to
his side, facing her, and gasped. Which he immediately followed with a graceful fall to the ground.
The commotion woke the small blonde. But she wasn't so small anymore. That was why he
currently resided on the floor with his mouth wide open. He stared at her.

"Usa?" it was soft, so soft he feared it might not have reached her ears.

But by the look on her face, he knew it had. For what seemed like hours that was all he did. Just
stared. His little Usako was not little. Yet she wasn't big either. She still seemed fragile, frail. As if
she would blow away with the slightest breath. She was not a child anymore, that was for sure. She
was an adult. She was a vision from heaven. Her long golden spun hair was
strewn about her, streaming down the bed. God, how
long was it? It reached the floor! Her blue eyes were wraught with happiness with a glimer of fear, a
fear that he might not accept her as she is now. But how can one not accept such a vision. He had
already fallen in love with her, her soul. No matter the body, he would still love her. That much he had
to admit to himself. Of course, looking at this body, he knew it would be very easy to love her. He knew
what he had to do. He stood. Prowling over to the bed. Her fear grew. The shocked expression had
not yet left his face. Had she disappointed him. She had hurt him. She lowered her eyes, but as he
stepped up to her he raised her to her feet. His slender forefinger raised her chin from the floor. She
looked deep into his eyes. She could read nothing.

"Mamoru?" she croaked out around the large lump in her throat.

At the sound of her voice, he was reeled into heaven. That same voice he had heard in his mind the
day before. The sweetened sound fought to bring him to
his knees. Instead he did the only thing he could think to do. He had wanted to do it for a long time.
So he reached down to her...


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Stay tuned for the next segment of...(bum bum BUM) "The Child" ...or not anymore -.-! , that
is. *heehee shrugs* Anyways, I hope you liked it.
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~Ree-B
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