Remember
Part: 1
By: Loralei Fairhill
Rated: PG
Alternate Reality (uh...sort of. this happens after Stars, but Mamoru and 
Usagi are NOT an item yet.)


this is a new fic, minna, one that will have violence later on, and will 
become much more than PG, so if ya don't like it, don't start reading, cuz i 
really don't wanna disappoint ya! ^_^  o, i'm gonna send a "read me" of 
common japanese phrases that i use so u can know what i'm saying in the fics 
i write. read on, fearless ones....


    "Iie, it doesn't work that way. Hai, of course I tried." The lithe blond 
girl fumbled again with the star-shaped locket she held in her right hand.
    "Well then give it to me, Odango." A tall man possessing swoon-worthy 
deep blue eyes set in a tan complexion with tousled black hair came up behind 
her, smiling mischeiviously. The girl put her hand over the cell phone's 
reciever.
    "Mamoru-baka!" she greeted him. "Don't scare me like that!" the small 
girl huffed. She removed her hand from the pink and black phone and resumed 
her conversation. "And anyway, Rei-chan," she said into her small cell phone, 
"I _did_ try. Ja!" She removed the phone from her ear and placed it on the 
table in front of her. Then she turned to the man still standing behind her. 
"Sit down," she said. He complied with her request by pulling out the wicker 
chair opposite her and seating himself in it. "What brings you back after all 
these years?"
    "I....I had some business to attend to in the Tokyo vicinity," he replied 
hesitantly.
    "Mamoru-kun, I don't believe that lie for a second," she said flatly. 
"What is it that _really_ brought you here?"
    "To tell the truth, Usagi-chan, I don't really know. One minute, I was in 
Boston getting my medical diplom, the next I was on a plane bound for Tokyo. 
It's really all a bur...I--" He was unable to finish his thought.
    "Don't worry about it. You're back and that's all that matters." She 
smiled at him warmly. He returned the gesture. "Say, could you help me with 
something? I mean, I've tried everything and this just won't open." She 
handed him the locket. He took it and examinied it closely.
    "Seems fine to me. What's wrong with it?" he questioned.
    "I can't get it open. Rei-chan keeps making fun of me about it!" she 
pouted. He put his nail underneath the catch and tried in vain to pry it open.
    "I don't understand. The top _should_ come off!" He doubled his effort.
    "Careful!" she cautioned. "I don't want it broken, just opened."
    "Hai, hai. I know." He stopped trying. "I don't think I can." Usagi's 
face fell and she slumped into the chair.
    "Well, there goes that idea." She looked as though she might cry. 
Mamoru's face contorted with worry at her sullen glance at the locket which 
he still held in his hand. 
    "Usagi-chan, daijabu? Why's this locket so special anyway?" He reached 
out a hand and tilted her downcast face up to his. "Tell me...."
    "It's...it was my grandmother's. She said that when it opened...she said 
that a miracle would occur. I need a miracle, Mamoru-kun. And I need one 
fast." The tears started streaking down her cheeks, making her mascara run.
    "Why, Usagi-chan? A miracle? I don't understand." He looked so confused 
that Usagi had to laugh; he had scrunched up his face in a very comical way 
as he tried to fathom the mystery of her grandmother's words. She held it in, 
not wanting to offend him.
    "A miracle...Mamoru-kun, no one knows about this. No one but me. You have 
the believe me, I didn't want it this way, but...." she trailed off.
    "But? Usagi-chan, what is it that you aren't telling me?" He took both 
her hands in his and clasped them around the locket. Usagi's grandmother's 
words echoed in her head: 'Together, they will open it, and the miracle will 
occur....'
    Suddenly, a white flash of light bathed the street and the surrounding 
buildings with its brightness. Just as suddenly, it was gone. So were Mamoru 
and Usagi. The locket remained testimony to the vanished couple where it lay 
on the table, open and playing a haunting melody. A disembodied woman's voice 
sany these words....
    

Come to me in the silence of the night;
    Come to me in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright 
    As sunlight on a stream;
        Come back in tears,
O memory, hope, love of finished years

O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet,
    Whose waking should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brimful of love abide and meet;
    Where thirsting longing eyes
        Watch the slow door
That opening, letting in, lets out no more.

Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live
    My very life again tho' cold in death:
Come back to me in dreams that I may give
    Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
        Speak low, lean low,
As long ago, my love, how long ago.


...and all of Tokyo listened, entranced. The silence remained as the people 
dropped what they were doing and slept, frozen in their work for all eternity.


soooooo? FEEDBACK, PPL!!! itz what i live 4! the poem is not mine, it wuz 
written by a person named Christina Rossetti, who i believe wuz a 16th 
century poet, but i could b wrong. dunno. WRITE WRITE WRITE!!!