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