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     1.4 +Hello! ^-^ This story is based on a premise my friend gave me to write. So 
     1.5 +it has nothing to do with my normal continuity. ^^;; Anyway, all of my 
     1.6 +stories (Sailormoon, Cardcaptor Sakura, Pretty Sammy, and others) can be 
     1.7 +found at Moonlit Nights ( http://fly.to/moonlit_nights ). ^-^ I love to hear 
     1.8 +what you think about my stories, so if you have the chance, please e-mail 
     1.9 +me. ^-^ Thanks! *hugs*
    1.10 +
    1.11 +This was the premise for the story:
    1.12 +
    1.13 +It's a dismal, rainy day.  Some situation (possibly a dispute with a 
    1.14 +parental figure, etc.) has locked one member of a pair (you get to decide 
    1.15 +^_- ) into their own home without access to any means of communicating with 
    1.16 +the other.  The other, of course, either doesn't know this or DOES know this 
    1.17 +but can't do anything.  They both take the time apart to reminisce.
    1.18 +Write that, the reason behind it, and resolve the situation ^_^
    1.19 +
    1.20 +And here's what came out of it:
    1.21 +
    1.22 +I Sure Am Glad It's Raining
    1.23 +by Amazoness Duo
    1.24 +amazonessduo@hotmail.com
    1.25 +
    1.26 +	The rain pelted against the window in sheets, nearly drowning out the sobs 
    1.27 +coming from within the young girls room. Generally a cheerful place, it now 
    1.28 +was more like a dungeon. A plush prison, but a prison nonetheless. Cute 
    1.29 +little stuffed rabbits stood sentry over the room's sole occupant.  It 
    1.30 +wasn't fair. Why did life have to hurt so much? Why was everyone here always 
    1.31 +so cruel? These people weren't her family. They didn't care about what 
    1.32 +happened to her. Even Usagi, her real mother, had agreed with her 'aunt' and 
    1.33 +'uncle'. No, she wasn't her mother yet. She was just some immature girl that 
    1.34 +she was forced to live with. While she was practically exiled from her home 
    1.35 +so she could learn to become the next Sailormoon from -her-.
    1.36 +	The shawl she had been given only the night before was little consolation. 
    1.37 +Rather, it reminded her even more of the girl she was currently barred from 
    1.38 +seeing. Clutching it tightly, the pink haired girl pulled it close. The 
    1.39 +thunder sent shivers up and down her spine. The storm was only making things 
    1.40 +worse, playing with her already frazzled nerves. A pang of sadness shot 
    1.41 +through her as she held the shawl closer. It still carried her scent. 
    1.42 +Closing her eyes, she could see her just as clearly as if she was standing 
    1.43 +there in front of her. Beautiful ivory skin, the very faintest of smiles, 
    1.44 +deep violet eyes. More bitter tears spilt down her cheeks as the rain 
    1.45 +continued to pick up outside.
    1.46 +	Through her blurry vision, she could see where her phone used to be. They'd 
    1.47 +taken that, too. Apparently she'd been so 'bad' that she was supposed to 
    1.48 +think about what she'd done until she agreed with them about how awful she 
    1.49 +was while staying all alone. With no contact. Especially from her.
    1.50 +	What was wrong with a kiss? A simple gesture, it could show your love 
    1.51 +better than any words could ever express. Something only lovers could share, 
    1.52 +their own little escape from the world, if only for a few all too brief 
    1.53 +seconds. So what was so inherently evil about her giving a goodbye kiss to 
    1.54 +the one person she loved so dearly? Apparently, everything. Ikuko had seen 
    1.55 +it all from the window. As soon as she'd entered, they had sprung upon her 
    1.56 +like she was a criminal. Ikuko had wanted to know where she had gone wrong. 
    1.57 +Kenji had just looked disgusted the whole time, anger lashing out at her 
    1.58 +whenever she would argue her point. Even her mother, the one person who 
    1.59 +should by all rights care for her when no one else did, agreed with them. 
    1.60 +She thought she was getting too many ideas from Haruka and Michiru, that 
    1.61 +maybe Hotaru had gotten twisted around while being raised by them and was 
    1.62 +now corrupting her. That she needed to figure out what being friends meant 
    1.63 +and what being lovers meant. She had told her to wait until she was older 
    1.64 +and find a nice boy to get with and that this would never last. That had 
    1.65 +finally snapped something inside of her. How dare she tell her that they 
    1.66 +would never last! How dare she accuse Hotaru of being some delinquent! How 
    1.67 +could she look her own daughter in the face, through all of the tears, and 
    1.68 +still tear her heart out?
    1.69 +	For the past day, everyone in the house was looking at her strangely for 
    1.70 +the few times she had been allowed out of her room. Ikuko wouldn't even look 
    1.71 +at her. Usagi kept trying to offer sympathy, even saying they could talk 
    1.72 +about it if she wanted. Talk about what? But still... She was her mother. 
    1.73 +That had been a huge mistake. She was wrong. Usagi was certain about that 
    1.74 +from the outset. It wasn't so they could talk about it, merely so Usagi 
    1.75 +could explain the way things were supposed to be. The way she was supposed 
    1.76 +to be. As if she were broken... She'd stormed out of the room, tears 
    1.77 +brimming in her crimson eyes shortly thereafter.
    1.78 +	Could she even go home anymore? Was this what was awaiting her back in 
    1.79 +Crystal Tokyo? What future was awaiting her without Hotaru? What good was a 
    1.80 +kingdom without the one you love by your side? Her mother there had even 
    1.81 +more power over her life than these people here. They wouldn't let her see 
    1.82 +Hotaru because she had kissed her and that was obviously bad. In the future, 
    1.83 +she could easily be forced to marry someone else. She didn't even know where 
    1.84 +Hotaru was in the future. No wonder her mother wouldn't tell her. She would 
    1.85 +only be a shell without her. Living an empty life as a figurehead for the 
    1.86 +kingdom, but serving her purpose. That wasn't a future at all.
    1.87 +	Why was she so alone? The people she had thought cared about her wouldn't 
    1.88 +even listen to her now, determining that she wasn't fit to decide who she 
    1.89 +loved. And the only person she knew she could trust with all of this was 
    1.90 +beyond her reach. It wasn't fair. It wasn't.. fair...
    1.91 +	A yawn escaped her lips as she shifted on the bed. Her head ached horribly 
    1.92 +from all of her crying. The thunder still had her shaking now and again. Her 
    1.93 +heart felt icy cold inside. But not beating rapidly the way it had been 
    1.94 +moments before. An almost slow, soothing beat. She yawned again, her grip 
    1.95 +starting to loosen on the shawl. So tired... Maybe she would just sleep a 
    1.96 +little. Maybe things would be better... Her thoughts unfinished, the pink 
    1.97 +haired girl's eyes slipped shut, the shawl slipping through her fingers and 
    1.98 +fluttering to the floor.
    1.99 +
   1.100 +	"Sleep well, ChibiUsa-chan. I'll see you soon. I promise," Hotaru said, 
   1.101 +almost subconsciously as she looked up at the window. She was completely 
   1.102 +soaked by the rain, her weak body shuddering with chills. A scream came from 
   1.103 +ChibiUsa's room as Ikuko came in to a morbid discovery. "Sleep well, 
   1.104 +ChibiUsa-chan." Moments later, the dark haired girl collapsed in the rain. 
   1.105 +But no one would notice her. No one ever did.
   1.106 +