Look! I am not dead! Huzzah! I actually do not have good reason for why I have been gone so long, other than the fact that I am lazy, and I get distracted easily. For those of you who aren't interested, please skip my shameful little list.
Emeraldsong's stupid reasons for not Writing.
-War Craft addiction( I ran out of money so I do not play anymore. (--))
-Discovered scanlations(still hopelessly addicted)
-Got a boyfriend…(actually a lie, but whatever)
-Got a puppy. (That is true.)
-Homework (not that I actually do it -)
-Constantly watching Anime. (I have turned into a total Otaku.)
Did I mention that I am also a really slow typist… sigh
I really like Ami and Zoi as a couple, and when I got this idea for a fic I could not resist writing it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor moon, or the Song Memories. Those rights belong to Naoko-sama and Andrew Lloyd Webber. I also have no money. -
Introduction, Chasing a Dream
See the dew on the sunflower
And a rose that is fading
Roses whither away
Like the sunflower
I yearn to turn my face to the dawn
I am waiting for the day . . .
The girl stood alone in the moonlight. Sapphire hair cascaded down her back and cloaked the thin white frock that adorned her lithe and slender body. Just the sight of her pale legs sent shivers of desire up his spine.
"Aethyia" he called, the name that he had whispered into her ear as they made love. The name he had penned at the beginning of thousands of love letters that had never been sent. The name that had engraved into his mind from the moment he had first spoken with her.
"Zoicite" a whisper of the wind was all that he heard, but she did not turn around to greet him. Even when he was within arms reach, she stood stoically looking up to the sky. She did not move when he pulled her into a loving embrace, to neither resist him nor be more intimate. The eyes that had challenged his wit and sparked his interest in her were dull and lifeless.
The mouth that had given voice to her words, the lips that had trembled under his touch did not move. She was ice-cold stone and not even his kisses could melt away her puppet-like exterior.
Her hands had held both pen and sword, givers of creation and destruction. Now they were simply hands. Unresponsive and limp, they dangled at her sides.
She was dead. His Aethyia would smile for him no more.
And this moment was but a dream from a world already ash upon the wind.
Zackary Greene was not a religious person, nor was he superstitious. There was no such thing as Fate, and the idea that some higher power was secretly watching over him was ridiculous. He did not hesitate to share his opinions to anyone, even if they were not willing to listen. Reincarnation was a sham…
At least that was what he thought he believed until a slightly snowy day at the beginning of February.
The weatherman had predicted precipitation around 10 centimeters but looking at the ground Zack thought it looked more like a foot. The sidewalk looked perfectly innocent covered with powdered snow, but judging from the sleet that had rained down on Tokyo the other day he would be willing to bet there was a treacherous covering of ice underneath the snow.
"Damn it!" Zack swore as he proved his theory correct,(by slipping then landing face first on the sidewalk).
"Are you alright?" a musical voice chimed form somewhere up above. He groaned.
"Do I look like I'm alright?" Zack snapped, embarrassed at being caught in such an undignified situation. His eyes trailed up a rather large pair of winter boots, up to an angels face. His eyes widened as he took her in.
The most beautiful eyes that he had ever seen flashed with irritation, and her petite mouth was creased in a small frown. Short blue hair curled around a porcelain complexion. The colour would have looked false on anyone but her, the cerulean waves seemed to be completely natural. He had often seen her face in his fondest dreams, and his darkest nightmares.
"Some people consider staring to be rude." An angry red flush had spread across her immaculate cheeks. "You seem to be fine. I see there was no need for me to be concerned." She turned and started to walk briskly away.
"Wait!" he called belatedly scrambling back up to his feet when he realized that she might get away. She did not turn around, but kept walking to wherever her destination was. Zack pursued but ended up muttering a few choice words as he kept slipping on the icy sidewalks in his effort to catch up to her.
He was chasing a dream, something that the normally calm and logical person he was would not do. Unfortunately for him, the dream seemed determined to get away as quick as she could.
His query round a corner and she was gone. His face crumbled and a deep sense of relief swallowed him. A part of him actually dreaded the prospect of finding her again.
What if he was mistaken and she was not his dream girl? Of course, if there was no mysterious dream girl…Zack felt like slapping himself.
"What the Hell am I doing? He muttered, "I must be insane!" Nobody in his right mind would chase around some random girl because she looked like someone who was in his or her dreams. Zack was not the kind of person who believed in retarded things like destiny and fate.
With resolve, he left thoughts of her behind and headed toward his original destination. Predictably enough the library so that he could complete his research for his chemistry project.
Luckily, the Tokyo international Library was not very, far from where the girl had ended up leading him, just a block or so in the opposite direction. He sighed, then tugged his scarf up over his nose and went on his way.
Little did he know what fate had in store for him.
Ami breathed a sigh of relief when she glanced behind her shoulder and saw that her stalker had finally given up. Although thanks to her senshi powers, she was more than able to protect herself against creepy college boys, it was probably better if she did not. She had a feeling that Luna might object if she misused her abilities like that.
She could not help wishing that a random youma would appear out of nowhere so that she could kill it and ease some of the tension that she had been feeling lately. She liked to think that she was not as violent as Rei or Makoto but the truth was that she was itching for a good fight. Peace was supposed to be a good thing, even when you were not sure how long it was going to last.
However, she was getting off track, and the creepy person following her had gotten her flustered and distracted. Just because he was good-looking did not give him the right to be so rude. Then he had stared at her for what had seemed an eternity before she broke the awkward silence by running away. An image of strawberry-blonde hair and light green eyes flashed her mind, and she flushed once more. Ami hoped that she would never run into him again, she did not give herself high odds for surviving such an encounter.
Ami checked her watch and sighed in relief, she still had a few hours before the Tokyo International Library closed. That would give her time to get the groundwork done on her literature paper, and perhaps pick up some light fiction as well.
Midnight Memory Every streetlamp Daylight Burnt out ends of smoky days
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Seems to beat a fatalistic warning
And the streetlamp gutters
And soon it will be morning
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I musn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin
The stale cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning
Burnt out ends of smoky days
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You'll understand what happiness is
A new day has begun
Hell is the pain of not being able to love.
Quote from my religion textbook, I will put who it's from, when I have access to my locker in January. -
The first chapter is short, but that is because it is a teaser. Let me know if you want more and I will see if I can boost my but into action.