Flowers By Klutz Lunap@lunap.com www.lunap.com Rat: g Hey guys! I finished my homework, and my mom needed the phone so I figured, hey, why not? I'll write a short! So here I be, this is first season (as almost always) and fits into the timeline, doesn't really disturb anything…er, you'll see. ^^ F L O W E R S Usagi's fingers were woven together, supporting her chin as her elbows rested on her knees. Her school fuku skirt rustled a bit in a soft wind, moving her hair with it. With her legs tucked under the bench as her eyes scanned unseeing over the fading light on the lake, her eyes misted. There were days like these when nothing went right. No one seemed to believe in her now. Ever since her life had changed, only weeks ago, her life had been turned into a hurricane. Her usually suffering grades fell deeper than usual, bearing the weight of her sleepless nights beating the youma away from her city. She walked during the day as a zombie, eyes glazed from lack of sleep, legs, back and arms sore from basic training. Turning her view from the lake before the bench she sat on to her hands. Usagi rubbed her hands over her eyes, trying to stop the tears before they began. What was life like, without all of this? She could barely remember. Her days had been so filled with violence and stress these last weeks, she had barely had time to see Naru anymore, to visit the arcade with no purpose but to have fun. That was reserved for meetings and an escape place, something she could keep as a momento of before. Her eyes were steadily filling. The other senshi hated her, and it was obvious that Luna thought she was doing less than the expected perfection of the others. There was too much now, too many people pushing on her, suffocating her. All she wanted was to escape back to the days before, when she and Naru shopped after school and went everywhere together, went wherever the wind took them. At least, she needed something refreshing, different. ***** Mamoru shoved his hands deep in his pockets and hunched his back against the wind that pushed at him steadily. His nightly walks before he went home were refreshing. He went to school in the morning, studied when he returned from his daily jaunt to the arcade, and slept as much as he could before the nightly interruption of senshi business. It was routine now, commonplace. Stranger things have happened. He walked briskly into the park, and stood before the flowers. They were beautiful at night, he came here too see them before the last rays of light left them for the evening, leaving them to the moon's care. He smiled at that, reaching out to finger a small, sweet looking rouge flower near his hand. The flowers were so much like the people of the city, unknowing, unrealizing of what the senshi did, gave up for them. Innocent bystanders involved in something that really shouldn't involve them. The wind pushed him onward still, so he touched the flower one more time before continuing on to the lake, surprised to find a familiar silhouette occupying his bench. He walked around the right hand side of the bench, keeping a good few feet between them. She had not seen him yet, face buried in her sleeved hands, obscuring her view. It was strange to see her here, alone, and upset. Usagi was usually a bright, cheery person surrounded by friends. 'But then,' he concluded, 'everyone needs some time apart.' Nodding to himself, he looked closer, standing silent, ever a shadow in the background. Her sleeves were wet, she had been, was, crying. Her hair seemed a little bit out of place, an Odango drooping to one side, the other coming loose. He understood though, there were times when it seemed no one could understand what one went through. Walking over to her, he sat down next to her on the bench and waited a moment. Her sobs weren't loud, but rather repressed and silent. ***** Slowly lifting her head from her hands she glanced to her right with watering eyes. Her face was tear-streaked and weary, harried from lack of sleep, he noted. In these days filled with darkness and fear, no one was safe from the darkness, even Odango. Strange, he had always thought she would be the last to fall. But then, even the strongest people emotionally need someone to lean on. He smiled at her and shook his head. He wasn't here to insult her this evening. Offering her his hand, she stood with him, and was lead back to the flowers he had been looking at earlier. "Usagi-chan, no one can do something all by their selves, and even then, it takes awhile to grow into things. Relax, and dream a little. It can't hurt, no matter what they say." He said softly, and gestured to the small flower from before. "Even flowers need time off, and at night the moon relaxes with them, watching them from above. Dream a little, relax with the flowers okay?" he finished. Her eyes were clearing of the fog, face slowly returning to its normal countenance. Who would have ever though Mamoru had such insight? Certainly not her, but here he was. Usagi smiled at him. "Arigatou Mamoru-kun, I should go now." She replied in the same tone, gave him a quick hug, then disappeared into the night. Mamoru smiled at the small flower. Even the most insignificant of things are significant in some way. MK Klutz (MKC) Proud webmistress and owner of Luna P dot Com! Keeper of Sailor Uranus (SMFA) and all the WAFF! www.lunap.com SMRFF (owner) ------------------------------------------------------------ Luna P! E-mail! *free e-mail provided at www.lunap.com, get your own now!*