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1 Hello! ^-^ This story is based on a premise my friend gave me to write. So
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2 it has nothing to do with my normal continuity. ^^;; Anyway, all of my
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3 stories (Sailormoon, Cardcaptor Sakura, Pretty Sammy, and others) can be
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4 found at Moonlit Nights ( http://fly.to/moonlit_nights ). ^-^ I love to hear
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5 what you think about my stories, so if you have the chance, please e-mail
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6 me. ^-^ Thanks! *hugs*
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7
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8 This was the premise for the story:
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9
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10 It's a dismal, rainy day. Some situation (possibly a dispute with a
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11 parental figure, etc.) has locked one member of a pair (you get to decide
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12 ^_- ) into their own home without access to any means of communicating with
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13 the other. The other, of course, either doesn't know this or DOES know this
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14 but can't do anything. They both take the time apart to reminisce.
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15 Write that, the reason behind it, and resolve the situation ^_^
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16
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17 And here's what came out of it:
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18
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19 I Sure Am Glad It's Raining
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20 by Amazoness Duo
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21 amazonessduo@hotmail.com
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22
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23 The rain pelted against the window in sheets, nearly drowning out the sobs
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24 coming from within the young girls room. Generally a cheerful place, it now
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25 was more like a dungeon. A plush prison, but a prison nonetheless. Cute
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26 little stuffed rabbits stood sentry over the room's sole occupant. It
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27 wasn't fair. Why did life have to hurt so much? Why was everyone here always
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28 so cruel? These people weren't her family. They didn't care about what
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29 happened to her. Even Usagi, her real mother, had agreed with her 'aunt' and
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30 'uncle'. No, she wasn't her mother yet. She was just some immature girl that
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31 she was forced to live with. While she was practically exiled from her home
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32 so she could learn to become the next Sailormoon from -her-.
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33 The shawl she had been given only the night before was little consolation.
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34 Rather, it reminded her even more of the girl she was currently barred from
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35 seeing. Clutching it tightly, the pink haired girl pulled it close. The
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36 thunder sent shivers up and down her spine. The storm was only making things
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37 worse, playing with her already frazzled nerves. A pang of sadness shot
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38 through her as she held the shawl closer. It still carried her scent.
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39 Closing her eyes, she could see her just as clearly as if she was standing
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40 there in front of her. Beautiful ivory skin, the very faintest of smiles,
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41 deep violet eyes. More bitter tears spilt down her cheeks as the rain
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42 continued to pick up outside.
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43 Through her blurry vision, she could see where her phone used to be. They'd
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44 taken that, too. Apparently she'd been so 'bad' that she was supposed to
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45 think about what she'd done until she agreed with them about how awful she
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46 was while staying all alone. With no contact. Especially from her.
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47 What was wrong with a kiss? A simple gesture, it could show your love
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48 better than any words could ever express. Something only lovers could share,
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49 their own little escape from the world, if only for a few all too brief
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50 seconds. So what was so inherently evil about her giving a goodbye kiss to
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51 the one person she loved so dearly? Apparently, everything. Ikuko had seen
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52 it all from the window. As soon as she'd entered, they had sprung upon her
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53 like she was a criminal. Ikuko had wanted to know where she had gone wrong.
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54 Kenji had just looked disgusted the whole time, anger lashing out at her
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55 whenever she would argue her point. Even her mother, the one person who
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56 should by all rights care for her when no one else did, agreed with them.
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57 She thought she was getting too many ideas from Haruka and Michiru, that
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58 maybe Hotaru had gotten twisted around while being raised by them and was
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59 now corrupting her. That she needed to figure out what being friends meant
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60 and what being lovers meant. She had told her to wait until she was older
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61 and find a nice boy to get with and that this would never last. That had
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62 finally snapped something inside of her. How dare she tell her that they
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63 would never last! How dare she accuse Hotaru of being some delinquent! How
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64 could she look her own daughter in the face, through all of the tears, and
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65 still tear her heart out?
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66 For the past day, everyone in the house was looking at her strangely for
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67 the few times she had been allowed out of her room. Ikuko wouldn't even look
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68 at her. Usagi kept trying to offer sympathy, even saying they could talk
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69 about it if she wanted. Talk about what? But still... She was her mother.
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70 That had been a huge mistake. She was wrong. Usagi was certain about that
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71 from the outset. It wasn't so they could talk about it, merely so Usagi
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72 could explain the way things were supposed to be. The way she was supposed
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73 to be. As if she were broken... She'd stormed out of the room, tears
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74 brimming in her crimson eyes shortly thereafter.
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75 Could she even go home anymore? Was this what was awaiting her back in
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76 Crystal Tokyo? What future was awaiting her without Hotaru? What good was a
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77 kingdom without the one you love by your side? Her mother there had even
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78 more power over her life than these people here. They wouldn't let her see
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79 Hotaru because she had kissed her and that was obviously bad. In the future,
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80 she could easily be forced to marry someone else. She didn't even know where
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81 Hotaru was in the future. No wonder her mother wouldn't tell her. She would
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82 only be a shell without her. Living an empty life as a figurehead for the
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83 kingdom, but serving her purpose. That wasn't a future at all.
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84 Why was she so alone? The people she had thought cared about her wouldn't
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85 even listen to her now, determining that she wasn't fit to decide who she
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86 loved. And the only person she knew she could trust with all of this was
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87 beyond her reach. It wasn't fair. It wasn't.. fair...
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88 A yawn escaped her lips as she shifted on the bed. Her head ached horribly
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89 from all of her crying. The thunder still had her shaking now and again. Her
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90 heart felt icy cold inside. But not beating rapidly the way it had been
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91 moments before. An almost slow, soothing beat. She yawned again, her grip
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92 starting to loosen on the shawl. So tired... Maybe she would just sleep a
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93 little. Maybe things would be better... Her thoughts unfinished, the pink
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94 haired girl's eyes slipped shut, the shawl slipping through her fingers and
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95 fluttering to the floor.
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96
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97 "Sleep well, ChibiUsa-chan. I'll see you soon. I promise," Hotaru said,
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98 almost subconsciously as she looked up at the window. She was completely
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99 soaked by the rain, her weak body shuddering with chills. A scream came from
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100 ChibiUsa's room as Ikuko came in to a morbid discovery. "Sleep well,
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101 ChibiUsa-chan." Moments later, the dark haired girl collapsed in the rain.
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102 But no one would notice her. No one ever did.
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