Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Without You, I'm... ❯ One-Shot
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By: sailorgotland 
Mamoru thinks about a past he wants to forget, a past he wishes he never had...
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 08.28.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 550 | Status: Completed
Mamoru thinks about a past he wants to forget, a past he wishes he never had...
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 08.28.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 550 | Status: Completed
Title: Without You, I'm...
Author: Sailor Gotland
E-mail: sailorgotland@spray.se
Disclaimer: If I owned Sailor Moon, I really wouldn't be writing
fanfics about it, now would I? And besides, if I owned it, I would
have altered the story a little here and there...
Author's notes: I aged Mamoru according to the manga. In the manga,
Mamoru's 17/18 years old when he first meets Usagi, and sticking to
the first age, that would make him about 19 at the end of Stars. This is my take on Mamoru's past, which both the anime and manga only touched very lightly. But this is so dark, it probably wouldn't fit into the Sailormoon-universe, so think of it as an AU - alternative universe. =^.^=
Warning: This is certainly not your average Sailormoon-fic. This is a
DARK fic with sexual themes, meaning. It's not a straight lemon, but
it will have sexual undertones, and references to child abuse and
rape. Foul language will be used. Read with discretion and mind the
R-rating!
***********************
Witho ut You, I'm...
***********************
She rest safely in my arms. I hold her tight, hear the soft beating
of her heart against my chest. I sigh, I feel at ease. She is
everything to me, without her, what would I be? Empty. Cold. Bitter.
... Alone. Yes, that's what I would have been if it wasn't for her.
Tsukino Usagi.
I love her. I treasure her and our future daughter that I know will
be born in the near future. I wonder how many parents that get to
experience that... Talking... Arguing... hugging and love your child before
it's even born. I had the chance to do that with my little daughter,
Usagi - Chibiusa.
And my name? My name is Chiba Mamoru, I'm 19 years old.
And my wish is that my daughter will never have to feel like she's
100 when she's my age. Like I do.
I just hope Usako will never know...
I lay on my back, arm flung above my head, resting on the pillow. I
stare in into the ceiling, as I think back over the years I have
lived...
***********************
13 years ago. Tokyo.
***********************
"And who is going to look after the kid? Huh?"
I held my hands close to my ears, still I couldn't block the angry
voices that kept pouring into my head like boiling tar. It had only
been two months since my parents died in that horrible accident, or
so they told me. I wouldn't know, I couldn't remember. I didn't even
remember my name, but since the papers said my name was Chiba Mamoru,
I had to trust the funny people in the white coats that said so.
I had been in the hospital, and there I met this boy with really
funny ears and green skin. He was really nice, but then he had to go
away. He couldn't live here, he said, and I thought that was really
sad. When I was crying over that, that he was leaving, a little girl
with blonde hair walked up to me and gave me a flower. It was a red
rose and it was so pretty... I gave it to the boy. I thought it suited
him, because his name was Fiore and he told me it meant 'flower' in
some other language.
But that was a few days ago, and now strange people came to visit the
hospital. The doctors said I couldn't stay, so they contacted someone
who might be well suited to take care of me. I really didn't want
that, I didn't want anyone to take care of me. But on the other hand,
I really didn't know what I wanted.
One man, the one who had spoken, was my uncle. They said he was my
uncle, anyway. He lived alone, but was my only living relative, but
he really didn't want to take care of me. That's why they were
fighting.
"I sure as hell won't look after him, I don't want anything to do
with him! And look here, I have my own life to take care of. My
brother just died. My work is killing me, and now I have to arrange
the funerals and all that. I can't take care of some fucking kid, you
got that?!"
"And where do you suppose we put him? You are his only relative after
all. Unless you absolutely can't take care of him, don't you think
it's your duty to your dead brother to take care of him?"
"What the hell do you know about duty, you good for nothing...!"
I got to my feet and walked up the stairs, through the corridor, to
the door that led to my room. I didn't want to hear anymore. I didn't
want to know what a burden I would be to my uncle. I didn't want to
be sent away.
In the end, I didn't have one say in the matter.
********************
12 years ago
********************
My uncle threw the bag in my arms. I grabbed it before it fell to the
ground, but I refused to open it up, refused to look inside. I didn't
want to. I knew what was inside, and I didn't want to see it.
"Well", my uncle growled. "Put it on!"
"No."
I saw his eyes darken, and I took one step backwards, trying to avoid
the blow that I knew would come. But it didn't come. He glared at me,
sighed, and put his hands to his hips.
"And why not?"
"I don't wanna go to some stupid boarding school."
"Really? And why not?"
"Because..." I didn't want to tell him. Didn't want to tell him that it
scared me. The thought of all those boys crammed together in only a
few buildings scared me. No parents. Only teachers and other the rest
of the staff. A lot of strangers, adults and children. It scared me.
But, on the other hand, I really didn't want to stay here either.
"'Because' isn't an answer, Mamoru!"
This time the blow did come, open hand, palm smashing into my skull
just above my ear. I felt my head rush to one side, heard the
sickening, crunching sound in the back of my neck as my body objected
to the violent movement. And then I felt the pain, buzzing and
burning. I hoped I wouldn't cry, it only made him angrier when I
cried.
The tears came. And more blows. More tears. And then... Clothes torn
apart. Sweaty, unpleasant scents. Hands. Flesh. Pain, pain, pain. How
I hated him. My life. Everything.
*********************
11 years ago
*********************
I didn't know what their problem was. They couldn't be jealous of me
because of my wealth. They were also rich, if not, they wouldn't be
here. Still, they acted stuck up, never allowed me to play with them,
never talked to me. I hated the school.
The teachers noticed that I was an outcast and one teacher in
particular took me under his wings. His name was Orimoto and I really
liked him at first. He was really kind and would take time off when I
felt I had to talk or some of the kids had been bullying me. But soon
enough, it became obvious he wanted some... favors... in return. And I
went along with it, hoping it wouldn't be so bad.
Boy, was I ever wrong...
Word got around. Other teachers started to notice me, they found out
I had no one to turn to, except my uncle. And he never bothered to
write me, so they figured he couldn't care less about me. And that
was very, very true.
********************
7 years ago
********************
My uncle died. No one ever knew what happened, some say he fell out
of the window after one drink to many, others say he stumbled upon
something. A couple of people said he was killed, other said he
killed himself. The bottom line was, he was dead. I was left to my
own, completely, and after a hearing, it was decided I could live on
my own, using the money I had inherited from my late parents. I
dropped out of the boarding school and signed up for a regular one. I
moved into my own apartment, and life finally began to lighten up a
bit.
On my way to school one day, I caught a glimpse of a boy around my
age. He had dark blond hair and green eyes. He had this nice, all
around trusting look about him, that made me want to go up to him and
say hi. And soon enough, I got a reason to do just that. He fell,
slipped on some pebble or something, and fell down on the ground, his
knee first. I heard him whimper and as he shifted, trying to get into
a more comfortable position, I noticed his jeans were torn and a
little trickle of blood stained the pants red.
"Hey", I said, my voice maybe not quite as nice as I wanted it to be.
"You okay?"
The boy looked up and smiled weakly at me.
"Well, sort of... It could have been worse, I suppose... It's only a
little wound."
I kneeled down next to him, pulling up a little tissue I had in my
left pocket, and pressed it against his wound.
"I don't think it will help you a lot, but it will stop some of the
blood, probably..."
He looked gratefully at me, and I was startled of the pure innocence
I saw in his eyes. This boy had never known any hardships and he was
a very kind and gentle nature, unspoiled. Unlike me.
"The name's Chiba Mamoru. And you?"
"My name is Furuhata Motoki", the boy answered sweetly. "Very nice to
meet you!"
And that was the beginning of our friendship.
*******************
3 years ago
*******************
I think Motoki noticed early on that it was something the matter with
me, but he didn't say anything until I had my breakdown when I turned
sixteen. It had been on my birthday, ten years ago, that my parents
died.
There was something strange about that day. I felt it even as I woke
up. Today I would become sixteen. Old enough to sleep with a girl.
Strangely, that thought didn't excite me as much as it would have
excited any other guy my age. But that might be because men had slept
with me, always without my consent, ever since I was six years old. I
didn't have any hope that I would ever find a girl I could act
natural too, let alone find a girl that I would get so close to that
I could kiss her, or more...
As I walked over to the bathroom I rubbed my shoulders. My back was
sore, another night with that strange dream. I had seen her again.
That girl... No, that young woman, in her long white dress. She stood
at the sea, long hair blowing in the wind. And she told me I had to
find it... And I never knew what I had to find, or who she was. I
wanted to tell myself that the dream only frustrated me. I didn't
want to admit that it scared me. But it did.
I stared into the mirror and shivered at the sight that met my eyes.
Dull eyes. Greasy hair. I hadn't bothered all that much with my
looks, and it showed. God, I needed something to liven me up, sliding
slowly but steady into depression wouldn't do me any good.
But what was the point of my life, really? Here I was, 16 years old.
I had lived sixteen years on this planet, still I only remembered ten
years. Ten years of hell. Was it worth it? Probably not. Nothing was
probably worth anything.
That day, in class, I stood up and suddenly shoved my pencil into my
arm. I shoved hard, the pencil managed to penetrate my arm and it
stuck out on the other side. It looked like a fake, like some sick
gag. But the blood was real enough. And it spewed everywhere. People
screamed, and I blacked out.
I woke up in the hospital. Motoki was there, watching over me. I
don't know why he did it, he was crazy like that, always being there
for people who needed him. Silly boy. Stupid boy. Why care for
others? I asked him why and he only looked sadly at me.
"Why do you even have to ask that, Mamoru-kun", he whispered. "Why?"
"Why not? People don't care wether you live or die, so why should you
care about them?"
The look he gave me is one I'll never forget. It was so sad, empathic... It nearly tore my heart out to look at him.
"I don't know what's wrong with you, Mamoru-kun, but I can see that you're not feeling well at all."
"I just cut myself in front of almost everyone. No, I'm not feeling well, mister smart ass..." My eyes were dark and hostile, and I could see Motoki back away from the bed a few steps. He then swallowed hard and stepped forward once again.
"You need to talk to someone."
"A shrink? No thank you. The last shrink who took his time to take care of me, he..." I cut myself off, didn't want to talk with Motoki about this.
"He... What? What did he do?" Motoki's eyes were big, ignorant. I couldn't tell him. Not someone as innocent as him. I couldn't. But still, how fair was it for him to be so innocent when I had my own innocence stolen from me when I was six?
"Never mind. Yeah, yeah, I'll talk to someone. I don't think that is what I need, though..." What I needed was finding that girl. But how could I ever do that? I didn't even know if she was alive or not. Hell, I didn't know if she was *real* or not! Surely that wasn't brightening things up at all.
Motoki didn't look like he was satisfied with what I had said, but I didn't have the mental strength to argue with him, so I kept my mouth shut, clearly showing him that I didn't want to talk more about that very subject matter. He got the picture, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
"You know what", he said. "I've found someone. She's incredible! A really gorgeous, and very clever, girl in my science class."
I looked at him, actually interested.
"Here I thought I would be the one to find a girl first. I am more good looking than you, after all."
Motoki made a face, then smiled.
"In your dreams, Mamoru-kun! Anyway, her name is Reika, and she's like... Uhm... Well... Oh, I don't know, but I love her, I feel that she's the one, Mamoru-kun! The one..."
"How can you be so sure? I mean, come on... Isn't that kind of cliche? Finding the one and only and all that..."
"Just you wait, Mamoru-kun. You'll find her too someday. I know you will."
"Your Reika? Wouldn't you be mad if I found her?"
"Get real, you idiot! I didn't mean that! Jeez, can't you be serious...?"
"Yeah. Sorry."
Fact was, I was jealous. It was so easy for him. He found a girl. He fell in love. No problems there. As I listened to how wonderful this Reika was, I felt the pit in my heart grow deeper and deeper. I was alone. I was lonely. I felt like an outcast in the whole world. I didn't belong. Still, my best friend was happy. Life sure was funny sometimes...
*************************
Back to today... Tokyo.
*************************
Life sure was funny. And it still is. So much has happened the past two years. I have grown into a whole new person. One who doesn't mistrust humanity. One who loves this planet, one who feels for the planet like no one else. How many people do _you_ know that gets very, very sick whenever the planet is threatened buy disaster? I am the Earth's prince and future king. Her pain is my pain. It's a very strange sensation. Really...
And beside me in my bed, dressed in my old shirt, lies my princess. She's everyone's princess, the Moon princess. Sailormoon. Eternal Sailormoon who has just saved the universe from a senshi of utter Chaos. She will be the future Queen, my queen, one of the rulers of the universe. It's all up to her. She will save everyone.
But all that is really unimportant right now. She has saved me. And that's enough. For now.
End.
Or to be continued? Let me know at sailorgotland@spray.se . I might do this one of two ways: Either I let the story develop from after Galaxia's defeat, or I'll go more into Mamoru's past. Please let me know what you think! =^v^=
/Gotland-chan
Author: Sailor Gotland
E-mail: sailorgotland@spray.se
Disclaimer: If I owned Sailor Moon, I really wouldn't be writing
fanfics about it, now would I? And besides, if I owned it, I would
have altered the story a little here and there...
Author's notes: I aged Mamoru according to the manga. In the manga,
Mamoru's 17/18 years old when he first meets Usagi, and sticking to
the first age, that would make him about 19 at the end of Stars. This is my take on Mamoru's past, which both the anime and manga only touched very lightly. But this is so dark, it probably wouldn't fit into the Sailormoon-universe, so think of it as an AU - alternative universe. =^.^=
Warning: This is certainly not your average Sailormoon-fic. This is a
DARK fic with sexual themes, meaning. It's not a straight lemon, but
it will have sexual undertones, and references to child abuse and
rape. Foul language will be used. Read with discretion and mind the
R-rating!
***********************
Witho ut You, I'm...
***********************
She rest safely in my arms. I hold her tight, hear the soft beating
of her heart against my chest. I sigh, I feel at ease. She is
everything to me, without her, what would I be? Empty. Cold. Bitter.
... Alone. Yes, that's what I would have been if it wasn't for her.
Tsukino Usagi.
I love her. I treasure her and our future daughter that I know will
be born in the near future. I wonder how many parents that get to
experience that... Talking... Arguing... hugging and love your child before
it's even born. I had the chance to do that with my little daughter,
Usagi - Chibiusa.
And my name? My name is Chiba Mamoru, I'm 19 years old.
And my wish is that my daughter will never have to feel like she's
100 when she's my age. Like I do.
I just hope Usako will never know...
I lay on my back, arm flung above my head, resting on the pillow. I
stare in into the ceiling, as I think back over the years I have
lived...
***********************
13 years ago. Tokyo.
***********************
"And who is going to look after the kid? Huh?"
I held my hands close to my ears, still I couldn't block the angry
voices that kept pouring into my head like boiling tar. It had only
been two months since my parents died in that horrible accident, or
so they told me. I wouldn't know, I couldn't remember. I didn't even
remember my name, but since the papers said my name was Chiba Mamoru,
I had to trust the funny people in the white coats that said so.
I had been in the hospital, and there I met this boy with really
funny ears and green skin. He was really nice, but then he had to go
away. He couldn't live here, he said, and I thought that was really
sad. When I was crying over that, that he was leaving, a little girl
with blonde hair walked up to me and gave me a flower. It was a red
rose and it was so pretty... I gave it to the boy. I thought it suited
him, because his name was Fiore and he told me it meant 'flower' in
some other language.
But that was a few days ago, and now strange people came to visit the
hospital. The doctors said I couldn't stay, so they contacted someone
who might be well suited to take care of me. I really didn't want
that, I didn't want anyone to take care of me. But on the other hand,
I really didn't know what I wanted.
One man, the one who had spoken, was my uncle. They said he was my
uncle, anyway. He lived alone, but was my only living relative, but
he really didn't want to take care of me. That's why they were
fighting.
"I sure as hell won't look after him, I don't want anything to do
with him! And look here, I have my own life to take care of. My
brother just died. My work is killing me, and now I have to arrange
the funerals and all that. I can't take care of some fucking kid, you
got that?!"
"And where do you suppose we put him? You are his only relative after
all. Unless you absolutely can't take care of him, don't you think
it's your duty to your dead brother to take care of him?"
"What the hell do you know about duty, you good for nothing...!"
I got to my feet and walked up the stairs, through the corridor, to
the door that led to my room. I didn't want to hear anymore. I didn't
want to know what a burden I would be to my uncle. I didn't want to
be sent away.
In the end, I didn't have one say in the matter.
********************
12 years ago
********************
My uncle threw the bag in my arms. I grabbed it before it fell to the
ground, but I refused to open it up, refused to look inside. I didn't
want to. I knew what was inside, and I didn't want to see it.
"Well", my uncle growled. "Put it on!"
"No."
I saw his eyes darken, and I took one step backwards, trying to avoid
the blow that I knew would come. But it didn't come. He glared at me,
sighed, and put his hands to his hips.
"And why not?"
"I don't wanna go to some stupid boarding school."
"Really? And why not?"
"Because..." I didn't want to tell him. Didn't want to tell him that it
scared me. The thought of all those boys crammed together in only a
few buildings scared me. No parents. Only teachers and other the rest
of the staff. A lot of strangers, adults and children. It scared me.
But, on the other hand, I really didn't want to stay here either.
"'Because' isn't an answer, Mamoru!"
This time the blow did come, open hand, palm smashing into my skull
just above my ear. I felt my head rush to one side, heard the
sickening, crunching sound in the back of my neck as my body objected
to the violent movement. And then I felt the pain, buzzing and
burning. I hoped I wouldn't cry, it only made him angrier when I
cried.
The tears came. And more blows. More tears. And then... Clothes torn
apart. Sweaty, unpleasant scents. Hands. Flesh. Pain, pain, pain. How
I hated him. My life. Everything.
*********************
11 years ago
*********************
I didn't know what their problem was. They couldn't be jealous of me
because of my wealth. They were also rich, if not, they wouldn't be
here. Still, they acted stuck up, never allowed me to play with them,
never talked to me. I hated the school.
The teachers noticed that I was an outcast and one teacher in
particular took me under his wings. His name was Orimoto and I really
liked him at first. He was really kind and would take time off when I
felt I had to talk or some of the kids had been bullying me. But soon
enough, it became obvious he wanted some... favors... in return. And I
went along with it, hoping it wouldn't be so bad.
Boy, was I ever wrong...
Word got around. Other teachers started to notice me, they found out
I had no one to turn to, except my uncle. And he never bothered to
write me, so they figured he couldn't care less about me. And that
was very, very true.
********************
7 years ago
********************
My uncle died. No one ever knew what happened, some say he fell out
of the window after one drink to many, others say he stumbled upon
something. A couple of people said he was killed, other said he
killed himself. The bottom line was, he was dead. I was left to my
own, completely, and after a hearing, it was decided I could live on
my own, using the money I had inherited from my late parents. I
dropped out of the boarding school and signed up for a regular one. I
moved into my own apartment, and life finally began to lighten up a
bit.
On my way to school one day, I caught a glimpse of a boy around my
age. He had dark blond hair and green eyes. He had this nice, all
around trusting look about him, that made me want to go up to him and
say hi. And soon enough, I got a reason to do just that. He fell,
slipped on some pebble or something, and fell down on the ground, his
knee first. I heard him whimper and as he shifted, trying to get into
a more comfortable position, I noticed his jeans were torn and a
little trickle of blood stained the pants red.
"Hey", I said, my voice maybe not quite as nice as I wanted it to be.
"You okay?"
The boy looked up and smiled weakly at me.
"Well, sort of... It could have been worse, I suppose... It's only a
little wound."
I kneeled down next to him, pulling up a little tissue I had in my
left pocket, and pressed it against his wound.
"I don't think it will help you a lot, but it will stop some of the
blood, probably..."
He looked gratefully at me, and I was startled of the pure innocence
I saw in his eyes. This boy had never known any hardships and he was
a very kind and gentle nature, unspoiled. Unlike me.
"The name's Chiba Mamoru. And you?"
"My name is Furuhata Motoki", the boy answered sweetly. "Very nice to
meet you!"
And that was the beginning of our friendship.
*******************
3 years ago
*******************
I think Motoki noticed early on that it was something the matter with
me, but he didn't say anything until I had my breakdown when I turned
sixteen. It had been on my birthday, ten years ago, that my parents
died.
There was something strange about that day. I felt it even as I woke
up. Today I would become sixteen. Old enough to sleep with a girl.
Strangely, that thought didn't excite me as much as it would have
excited any other guy my age. But that might be because men had slept
with me, always without my consent, ever since I was six years old. I
didn't have any hope that I would ever find a girl I could act
natural too, let alone find a girl that I would get so close to that
I could kiss her, or more...
As I walked over to the bathroom I rubbed my shoulders. My back was
sore, another night with that strange dream. I had seen her again.
That girl... No, that young woman, in her long white dress. She stood
at the sea, long hair blowing in the wind. And she told me I had to
find it... And I never knew what I had to find, or who she was. I
wanted to tell myself that the dream only frustrated me. I didn't
want to admit that it scared me. But it did.
I stared into the mirror and shivered at the sight that met my eyes.
Dull eyes. Greasy hair. I hadn't bothered all that much with my
looks, and it showed. God, I needed something to liven me up, sliding
slowly but steady into depression wouldn't do me any good.
But what was the point of my life, really? Here I was, 16 years old.
I had lived sixteen years on this planet, still I only remembered ten
years. Ten years of hell. Was it worth it? Probably not. Nothing was
probably worth anything.
That day, in class, I stood up and suddenly shoved my pencil into my
arm. I shoved hard, the pencil managed to penetrate my arm and it
stuck out on the other side. It looked like a fake, like some sick
gag. But the blood was real enough. And it spewed everywhere. People
screamed, and I blacked out.
I woke up in the hospital. Motoki was there, watching over me. I
don't know why he did it, he was crazy like that, always being there
for people who needed him. Silly boy. Stupid boy. Why care for
others? I asked him why and he only looked sadly at me.
"Why do you even have to ask that, Mamoru-kun", he whispered. "Why?"
"Why not? People don't care wether you live or die, so why should you
care about them?"
The look he gave me is one I'll never forget. It was so sad, empathic... It nearly tore my heart out to look at him.
"I don't know what's wrong with you, Mamoru-kun, but I can see that you're not feeling well at all."
"I just cut myself in front of almost everyone. No, I'm not feeling well, mister smart ass..." My eyes were dark and hostile, and I could see Motoki back away from the bed a few steps. He then swallowed hard and stepped forward once again.
"You need to talk to someone."
"A shrink? No thank you. The last shrink who took his time to take care of me, he..." I cut myself off, didn't want to talk with Motoki about this.
"He... What? What did he do?" Motoki's eyes were big, ignorant. I couldn't tell him. Not someone as innocent as him. I couldn't. But still, how fair was it for him to be so innocent when I had my own innocence stolen from me when I was six?
"Never mind. Yeah, yeah, I'll talk to someone. I don't think that is what I need, though..." What I needed was finding that girl. But how could I ever do that? I didn't even know if she was alive or not. Hell, I didn't know if she was *real* or not! Surely that wasn't brightening things up at all.
Motoki didn't look like he was satisfied with what I had said, but I didn't have the mental strength to argue with him, so I kept my mouth shut, clearly showing him that I didn't want to talk more about that very subject matter. He got the picture, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
"You know what", he said. "I've found someone. She's incredible! A really gorgeous, and very clever, girl in my science class."
I looked at him, actually interested.
"Here I thought I would be the one to find a girl first. I am more good looking than you, after all."
Motoki made a face, then smiled.
"In your dreams, Mamoru-kun! Anyway, her name is Reika, and she's like... Uhm... Well... Oh, I don't know, but I love her, I feel that she's the one, Mamoru-kun! The one..."
"How can you be so sure? I mean, come on... Isn't that kind of cliche? Finding the one and only and all that..."
"Just you wait, Mamoru-kun. You'll find her too someday. I know you will."
"Your Reika? Wouldn't you be mad if I found her?"
"Get real, you idiot! I didn't mean that! Jeez, can't you be serious...?"
"Yeah. Sorry."
Fact was, I was jealous. It was so easy for him. He found a girl. He fell in love. No problems there. As I listened to how wonderful this Reika was, I felt the pit in my heart grow deeper and deeper. I was alone. I was lonely. I felt like an outcast in the whole world. I didn't belong. Still, my best friend was happy. Life sure was funny sometimes...
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Back to today... Tokyo.
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Life sure was funny. And it still is. So much has happened the past two years. I have grown into a whole new person. One who doesn't mistrust humanity. One who loves this planet, one who feels for the planet like no one else. How many people do _you_ know that gets very, very sick whenever the planet is threatened buy disaster? I am the Earth's prince and future king. Her pain is my pain. It's a very strange sensation. Really...
And beside me in my bed, dressed in my old shirt, lies my princess. She's everyone's princess, the Moon princess. Sailormoon. Eternal Sailormoon who has just saved the universe from a senshi of utter Chaos. She will be the future Queen, my queen, one of the rulers of the universe. It's all up to her. She will save everyone.
But all that is really unimportant right now. She has saved me. And that's enough. For now.
End.
Or to be continued? Let me know at sailorgotland@spray.se . I might do this one of two ways: Either I let the story develop from after Galaxia's defeat, or I'll go more into Mamoru's past. Please let me know what you think! =^v^=
/Gotland-chan