Sailor Chibi Kamen's Theatre

Black Celebration

Ten minutes to midnight. Ten minutes, and I'm on my fifth glass
of champagne. I knew I shouldn't have come. I can be such a masochist
sometimes. I knew seeing them together would be torture...such exquisite

Damn, I've drained my glass again and I still hurt. Another
refill? Of course, there's still time before the New Year and I may yet
work up the courage.

I wonder if they can feel my eyes on them as they dance, twirling
away what remains of the past. I wonder...I wonder if they think of me
when they're with each other. I wonder if her eyes turn a dark shade of
violet, or if his hair grows a few feet. I dream of them. My nights are
filled with eyes of blue and hair of gold or jet...with skin porcelain
or lightly tanned pressed against mine. Many mornings I wake, my hand
still between my thighs, the bed beneath me soaked from my thoughts.

I wake, and neither is there.

Two minutes, and I'm on my seventh. Maybe I'll find the courage
in this one. Oh, if only the room would stop moving I could walk right
over to them The room isn't moving. I _can_ do this. I may be
unsteady, but I can get over to them. I owe myself that much, at least.
Just in case the world does end, I want them both to know how much I love


No, not yet! just a little further...







With a lurch I catch them both around their shoulders and pull
my face into theirs. One tongue darts out (I know not whose) and I suck
on it, drawing it in. It is soon joined by the other, and I feel Usagi's
smaller fingers tangle in my hair...

...the room spins...

...the floor rushes up to meet me...


When I wake, neither is there.

"I look to you

how you carry on

when all hope is gone

can't you see

your optimistic eyes

look like paradise

to someone like me

I want to take you in my arms

forgeting all I couldn't do today.

I look to you

and your strong belief

me, I want relief


consolation I want so much

want to feel your touch


Take me in your arms

forgetting all you couldn't do today"

-- Depeche Mode