All That Glitters
The Cherry Project-Prelude A
By Bonnie-Chan
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Today is February 8, 2002

Hey everyone! No, wait, don't go! This isn't another story that won't update for awhile! In fact, you'll be able to read the entire story by the end of the month!
As you know, tonight is the start of the 2002 Winter Olympics. I've always loved the Olympics, haven't you? Anyways, to memorialize this historic event, I am releasing a chapter of this story every single day for the next 17 days. By the Closing Ceremonies on February 24th, this story will be ending as well.
This story is actually a crossover, BUT! You don't have to ever have read iThe Cherry Project/i to read this!! Why? Because I don't rely on information that you don't know to write this. I am using the characters and mixing things up a bit, then I'll go ahead and tell the story-with a twist!
But that doesn't mean don't read iThe Cherry Project/i! What is TCP, anyway? Well, it's another manga that the legendary Naoko Takeuchi wrote…before she wrote iSailor Moon/i! It's a wonderful manga, but it has yet to come to the United States. So how do I know the story so well? This amazing guy named Alex Glover translated it! In fact, before Mixx was translating iSailor Moon/i, he had the translations on his page! The manga is what made me fall so deeply for SM…though I would never have heard of it without the existence of DiC!
So, you want to read TCP? Go to his web page! While you're there, check out the other stuff he's translated by Naoko, too—he even translated the iSailor V/i manga! The address is:

I'd like to thank everyone who takes the time to read my stories-you mean the world to me! And those of you who do reviews or email me? I treasure every word you write…literally! I'd also like to thank Ashley and Kewlkittykat, because they responded when I asked if someone could help me with some Japanese problems. I'd also like to thank Sailor Eeyore, who said that she would be my beta reader! So, once we work out the details, I'm actually going to have a beta, yay!

Okay, okay…..enough jabbering. Here's the story……hope you like it!

i"I'll find my own girl who carries wings," he says, "and my dream will come true for certain!"
She smiles as they part.
"It will come true."
He watches her go.
He turns to leave.
As he walks out of the terminal, a girl with two loops of light hair tied up in bows walks by with her father...i
bAll That Glitters
The Cherry Project: Prelude A
By Bonnie-Chan/b

"It's no use!" A boy with short, white blond hair muttered as he hid his head in his arms. "I'm never going to find her..."
"Don't give up, Tsuzuki. You'll find her yet, she's just hiding somewhere. In fact, she's probably right in front of our eyes!"
The boy raised his head from his arms causing a lock of blond hair to fall into his green eyes and glared at the boy with his buttery-blond hair tied back in a long ponytail who sat in front of him. "Shut up, Kouichi. You're too damn optimistic today."
"Looks like somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning."
"Or never even saw his bed last night."
"And why would that be, Tsuzuki? You hiding something from us?" He slung his arm across the shoulders of a raven-haired boy in a maroon baseball cap, laughing as the other boy shrugged out of his grasp and scowled angrily.
"Actually, Kouichi, I was out late with my father. He had to tell me his latest decision on what I should do in my life, leaving me to turn things over in my mind all night."
The boy in the baseball cap gave his friend a concerned look as he turned around even further in his chair to look at him. "What did he say this time, Tsuzuki?"
"Well, you know how he told me that after high school I could no longer skate?"
Tsuzuki scowled angrily as his eyes clouded over in fury. "Well, now I only have until I enter high school. That's when I have to quit skating now."
"How come?"
"You know my father, Hiroshi. Since I am my father's sole heir, I must begin preparing to take over Tsuzuki Groups. I have to take the business curriculum. Besides, he doesn't like the fact that I ice skate to begin with. After all, it led to my mother's death."
"No, Tsuzuki, skating didn't kill your mother. She had weak hips to begin with. She would most likely have died giving birth to you anyway."
"No, she always overexerted herself, trying for the impossible. She tried to skate at a level that was above her, and it ruined her."
"You are the same way, Tsuzuki. Always trying for the have almost two years to find the perfect girl, to make your way to the top of the pair skating world. You overexert yourself looking for the perfect partner. Is it even possible anymore?"
"I thought I found her once. So light on her feet, like a bird..."
"Ah, yes, Sakurada Fuyuna, the ballerina. She wasn't your perfect mate though, Tsuzuki. She could never have given p her dreams of dancing for ice skating. She would have lost all of her passion, all of her sparkle...all of the things that made her stand out to you to begin with."
"I guess you're right...but still. I have to find her before its too late."
"And you will, Tsuzuki. I have faith in you. Just...make sure that her heart doesn't come with the strings already attached this time, eh?"
"Okay, class, settle down. Fujiwara-san, Akiyama-san, please face the front of the room, class has begun." A tall, raven-haired man with glasses proclaimed as he walked into the room and sat down at his desk.
Hiroshi and Kouichi grimaced at each other before slowly facing their teacher and beginning that day's lessons.
"Tsukino-san! You're not tucking when you roll! You know better than that, why are you being so sloppy today?"
A girl with two loops of light hair tied up in sky blue bows looked up from where she sat on a dark blue practice mat, golden-blond bangs clinging haphazardly to her forehead and shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know, I just have some things on my mind."
"Yeah. I haven't been able to concentrate lately, I'm not sure why. It's almost as though my heart is no longer completely into it, but how can that be? After all, gymnastics is my life. Without it, I am nothing."
"If you can't even get through your warm-ups without being shoddy, there's no way I'm letting you near the equipment."
"I'm fine, really. I'm just having an off day."
"I'll say you are! I'm just glad you were in your prime during your meet the other day, otherwise you would have been disastrous!"
"I know. You know, that's an idea, Coach."
"What is?"
"Well, I only flew back to Tokyo last night, right? That must be my problem...I still have jet lag!"
Coach Kawa's stern gaze softened as she looked down at her star pupil. "You know what? You're right. Go home and rest. When I see you tomorrow, I want you to be in peak condition."
"I will be, I promise!" Usagi gave her a mock salute and ran off to the locker rooms to change.
Usagi swung her duffle bag over her shoulder and pushed open the glass doors leading out of the Fushicho Gymnasium. She hurried down the stone steps and out into the brisk afternoon. She walked over to the rise at the edge of the stairs and stepped onto it, balancing precariously as though she were performing on the beam. She glanced up at the gray sky and breathed in deeply. "Mmm, smells like there's snow on the way!"
"You can smell snow?"
Usagi started in alarm and missed a step, tumbling off the small wall towards the ground. She reflexively tucked her head towards her knees, rolling safely to a stop.
"Wow, are you okay? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you..."
She slowly stood up, feeling for bruises, and glanced up to see a blond haired boy about her height. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's a good thing I know how to fall safely!"
"That is an important thing to know. How did you learn it?"
"Gymnastics. I've been a gymnast as long as I can remember. Why do you ask?"
"I learned the same thing through ice skating. It's crucial to know how to fall properly and then get back up and pretend nothing happened."
"Yes, it is. Ice skating…you must be very talented. I always watch the competitions on TV…they're so beautiful and elegant."
"So is gymnastics, though. You have all of that choreography that allows you to dance and tumble so fluidly on the mat, and it takes great skill to keep your balance on the beam, does it not?"
"You know a lot about gymnastics, you surprise me."
"Don't be. I know a lot about all of the beautiful sports. Ice skating, gymnastics, ballet, swimming…all kinds of sports. As do you, am I right?"
Usagi blushed and ducked her head. "Well, yes. I do enjoy ice skating, and I learned some ballet to better express myself and enhance my form. While I do enjoy swimming, I wouldn't consider it elegant, for it is harsh and chops up the water."
"You have never seen water ballet then. It's quite beautiful indeed. Synchronized swimming and stuff. I shall have to take you to an exhibition sometime."
"Pardon me for saying no to a complete stranger."
"Why, I'm not a stranger, we've been talking for awhile now!"
"I'm not going to go out with you. Even if I did have the time, which I don't."
"You have your defenses up. That's good. Although I must say, it wouldn't be a date. It would be with a group of people…after all, who knows what kind of crazed stalker you could turn out to be?"
"Isn't that supposed to be my line?"
"No, of course not." He held out his hand and grinned. "My name's Tsuzuki Masanori. See that? Now I'm not a stranger anymore!"
"Well, it's nice to meet you…I think."
"Aren't you going to tell me your name, or are you going to make me guess?" He pursed his lips thoughtfully. ""Let's see…you have the strangest hair-I've never seen anybody wear it in loops before! It's the Princess Leia of the modern era, eh? So shall I call you Chichi Atama?"
"Certainly not! Take that back right now!"
"Tell me your name and I'll consider it."
"Tsukino Usagi."
"That's my name. Tsukino Usagi. Now take it back!"
"Hmmm…" He tilted his head at her thoughtfully. "Now I get the loops…they represent floppy bunny ears, right?"
"No! It's just my style, that's all. Why do you hate it so much?"
"I don't hate it." He tweaked one of the loops playfully. "They're cute. Very unique. I like them, they suit you."
Usagi bent down and picked up her duffle bag from the sidewalk, brushing it off and slinging it back over her shoulder. "I must be going now, I have to sleep off my jet lag. I just came home from a meet last night with my father and it's throwing me off. It was very nice to meet you, though!"
"Did you win your meet?"
"I placed second."
"Thank you. Not to be rude, but I really do have to get going…"
"Of course. I've kept you long enough. It was very nice to meet you, Tsukino Usagi."
It was nice to meet you, too."
"If you ever get the time, stop by the old rink down on 7th…I usually practice in the afternoon and on Saturday mornings. I'll teach you some moves."
"We'll see…I'm usually too wrapped up in practice to-"
"Just try, okay? You'll like it, I promise. Just think about it."
"I will, promise. Well, goodbye!"
"Have a good week, Tsukino-san!"
"You too!" She smiled at him before turning around and continuing home.
"Cross your hands as you switch bars…good! Now dismount, and don't forget to twist this time!"
Usagi performed a double layout, cleanly dismounting from the bar she rubbed her hands together and headed towards the bin to re-chalk her hands.
"Wow, that was amazing!"
Usagi glanced up from her hands and found herself face to face with the boy she had met the week before. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to see you."
"Because you never came to see me."
"I couldn't, I have practice twice a day during the week, not to mention long sessions on Saturdays."
"But you don't have practice on Sundays."
"No. Sunday is my day to rest and be with my family."
"Sounds exciting, having the same exact schedule every day of your life."
"You're a skater, are you not? If you're in a skate club, then you probably have practice as often as I do!"
"I never said I was in a skate club."
"I practice at my old rink. Nobody really goes there anymore, not since the rink in Juuban opened up. Just because I'm not a competitive skater anymore doesn't mean that I shouldn't practice."
"You were competitive?"
"Why did you quit?"
"Many reasons."
"Were you any good?"
"You could say that. I was Junior Champion for awhile, then I quit."
"Oh. Wow, you iwere/i good! Will you ever skate competitively again?"
"It all depends on circumstance."
"Tsukino-san, what are you doing wasting precious practice time talking? Just because you had a good day on the bar doesn't mean you'll stick your vault. Stop jabbering with that boy and get moving! Nationals are only four weeks away; you don't have any time to waste!"
"Sorry, Coach!" She smiled apologetically at Tsuzuki as she headed towards the horse. "Thanks for stopping by, it was really sweet of you. I need to get back to work now, though."
"Do you mind if I watch?"
She shrugged her shoulders, not bothering to look back at him as she called over her shoulders, "I don't care, do what you want." She walked to the edge of a long blue mat and stood still, looking to her coach for a signal. When she saw her nod her head, Usagi snapped her head towards the horse, took a deep breath, and began running towards the springboard.
She hit it forcefully with a round off and bounded into the air, performing a back handspring and performing a Yurchenko half twist, front layout. She wobbled a bit as her feet hit the mat, taking a tiny step backwards, before straightening up and raising her hands above her head.
"You call that a vault? Your rotation was off, and you couldn't stick the landing! Do it again."
Usagi sighed and repeated the vault five more times before the coach was satisfied, moving on to various other vaults before telling her to go change.
When Usagi came out of the fitting room, she found Tsuzuki waiting for her. "There you are, I was beginning to think something happened to you!"
"I had to take a shower and stuff. I forgot you were even here."
"Well, come on! I have something to show you!"
"It's a surprise."
"I don't think I-"
"I'm not going to hurt you, honest."
"I know you won't. I don't know how I know this, I just…do."
"Well, then, come on!"
"I dunno, I'm kind of tired, Tsuzuki-san. I had a long day."
"Please come?"
"Oh, all right."
"Great!" He grinned happily and grabbed a pink duffle bag from her hands. "Here, I'll carry this for you…one less thing for you to worry about."
"I-thank you."
"You're welcome."
"This place is beautiful!"
"Thank you."
"This is where you skate?"
"I'm impressed."
"Thanks. You want to skate?"
"I don't know how."
"It's not that hard to learn, and I'm a good teacher."
"But if I fall, I might get hurt, and-"
"You won't. Promise."
Usagi chewed on her lip absently before murmuring, "I always did want to learn how to skate…"
"Now's your chance."
"Why are you so set on my learning how to skate?"
"Because I saw how interested you were when I talked about it. Besides, you seem like a nice person, the kind of person I'd like to be friends with."
"So, Tsukino-san, the choice is yours. Are you in or out?"
"In…I guess."
"Great! What size shoe are you?"
"Okay, be right back." He headed off towards the skate shop, leaving Usagi to look around the rink in wonder.
"You're new here, aren't you?"
She glanced up at a tall boy, his light hair held back in a long ponytail. "Yeah, this is the first time I've ever been in here."
"Are you a skater?"
"Are you looking for somebody?"
"Why are you here, then?"
"Kouichi, stop badgering the poor girl! It's none of your business why she's here." A boy whose hair was hidden by a navy blue baseball cap scolded as he came up behind the other boy, slapping him heartily on the back. "My name's Hiroshi, this fool is Kouichi."
"I'm Usagi. Tsukino Usagi."
"Tsuki no Usagi, eh?" Kouichi grinned in amusement. "I like it! Very clever."
"Kouichi! Why do you always have to bug people?"
"He's not bugging me, Tsuzuki-san. He's just saying hello."
"Here are your skates." He set the dull white skates beside her on the bench before sitting down and strapping his own pair to his feet.
"Where have you been, Tsuzuki? We've been looking all over for you. Next time you have a date, let us know first, okay?"
"It's not a date, Kouichi. It is possible for a guy and a girl to hang out without dating."
"This isn't another Fuyuna, is it?"
"No, Hiroshi, it's not. You guys worry too much! Tsukino-san here is going to Nationals next month. She's a gymnast. She's never skated before in her life, so I'm giving her a lesson. You want to help me?"
"You know I don't skate."
"I do."
Hiroshi bent down so he was face to face with Tsuzuki and murmured, "What are you doing, Tsuzuki? First a ballerina, and now a gymnast? Why can't you just find another skater?"
"I plan to. Usagi is just a friend. I'm not going to mold her and try to force her to be something she isn't."
"Okay then." He straightened up and smiled at the blond girl staring skeptically down at her feet. "They may look unstable, but appearances can be deceiving." He grinned as he bent down and removed her skate guards for her. "Tsuzuki is a good coach, you'll be just fine. Now if Kouichi was teaching you how to skate…"
"Shut the fuck up, Hiroshi."
Usagi giggled and slowly rose to her feet with Tsuzuki's help, shakily stepping onto the ice.
"Just glide. One foot in front of the other, that's it. No, don't look at the ice, look at me. That's it. You've got it-no, don't look down! You're not going to fall, I've got you, there you go, perfect!"
He coached her for an hour, until she was skating around the rink like an old pro-forwards iand/i backwards.
"You're a quick study, Tsukino-san! If I didn't know any better, I'd think that you were hustling me!"
"I wasn't!"
"I know."
She flopped wearily onto the bench as she unlaced her skates. "Thank you, that was a lot of fun."
"Next time I'll have to teach you some jumps."
"I don't think-"
"You didn't fall at all today, Tsukino-san. I won't let you fall next time, either."
"Well, I-"
"You can come on Sunday after you do your family stuff."
"You really don't have to do this, I-"
"I know. I want to."
"Well, alright. But only for a little while."
"Of course."
She handed him her skates, grabbed her bag, and stood up. "Thanks again, I had a lot of fun."
"So did I, Tsukino-san."
"Call me Usagi; it's so much more informal."
"Will do. I'd let you call me Masanori, but I hate the name. No one calls me by that name. Ever. Well, except my father. But that doesn't count." He grinned and rose to his feet. "Want me to take you home?"
"No, I'm good, I don't need an escort."
"You're a bit far from home."
"Fifteen minute walk. Not that big of a deal."
"It's dark out."
"Let me call my driver. It's no big deal, honest. Do you really want to get hit by a car so close to Nationals?"
"Then say yes. Yes, Tsuzuki, I accept your offer…come on, you can say it."
"Oh, fine, if it will shut you up…"
"It will." He pulled a small black phone from his jacket, and five minutes later a Rolls Royce Silver Shadow II pulled up to the rink to take them home.
"That's great, Usagi! See, I told you that you were a natural!"
"It's not that hard…"
"For you. Many people struggle with the axle. You have an athletic background, so it comes naturally to you."
Usagi grinned at Tsuzuki and performed another axle, this time landing it without wobbling. "What can I say? You're a great teacher. Once I got over my fear of falling, I felt invisible, like nothing could stop me. It feels so good, almost like flying."
"There are some moves where it seems you really do fly."
"Will you teach them to me, Tsuzuki?"
"Maybe someday. You need to know the basics, first."
"These past two weeks have been wonderful; I can't believe I was ever hesitant about skating! I love it so much now, it's in my blood."
"I'm glad I could give you such a small piece of happiness then."
"I'd teach you some gymnastics tricks, but men's gymnastics is different from women's. They don't vault, they have one bar instead of two, and they have to perform on the rings." She shuddered at the image. "I may be strong, but I'm not that strong!"
"It's the thought that counts."
"Yah…" She glanced at her watch and frowned. "I promised my mom I'd be home for dinner tonight. Do you want to stop by the gym tomorrow? Coach Kawa wants to spend practice as though I was actually at Nationals. It's a run-through practice. This way we have two weeks to work out all the kinks in my program."
"I have to go see my father tomorrow afternoon…"
"So come in the morning. I have practice from 5:30-8, then I have to hurry and get ready so that I can make first period. It's all we're working on tomorrow."
"Sure, why not?"
"Great!" She smiled as she skated towards the edge of the ice, sending a spray of ice shavings towards Hiroshi and Kouichi.
"Good practice, Usagi!"
"Thanks!" She quickly took off her skates and slipped back into her shoes. "You guys can come to my practice tomorrow too, if you want to."
"Sure. We'd be honored to."
"Great! I'll see you guys tomorrow!"
She waved and hurried out of the rink, heading home for dinner.
"Good luck, Usagi!"
"Break a leg out there-I mean, don't break one, just do a great job!"
Usagi laughed as Kouichi stumbled over his words and waved before turning her attention back to the mat.
She got into position and waited for her music, Kaioh Michiru's iMoetsuku/i, to filter through the gym.
She performed her routine flawlessly, causing her coach to give an ecstatic whoop before engulfing her in a hug. "If you keep this up, you're going to bring home the gold!"
Usagi grinned back before heading towards the horse. She stuck both her vaults, igniting another whoop from her coach, and she performed a good bar routine as well.
"Tsukino-san, you are making me so proud! And you haven't even done your best routine yet!"
"Thanks, Coach! I feel really good today, really energetic." She smiled happily as she headed over to the beam and began her routine.
The beam had always been her best routine, and today was no exception. She performed a flawless change leg split leap followed by a perfect back handspring, then began prepping for her dismount. She launched into a triple twist dismount, lurching herself into the air towards the ground.
She heard her friends whooping in the background as she hit the ground, rolling over as a shock of pain coursed through her body.
"Usagi! Oh my good, are you okay?" Tsuzuki rushed over to her, but was stopped by Coach Kawa.
"Never go near someone who's fallen off the apparatus if you're not trained to help. You'll only wind up hurting her more." She bent down beside Usagi. "What hurts?"
"My arm…I didn't have enough strength in my dismount, I couldn't complete the last rotation, and I landed funny."
"Which arm hurts?"
"The right one."
"Can you move it?"
"I think-no!" She whimpered in anguish as she tried to move her fingers.
"Does anything else hurt?"
"Your legs, your feet?"
"They're fine."
"Okay, I'll go call the ambulance."
"No, don't. It's just painful because I landed on it, it'll be fine tomorrow, and only a big bruise will remind us that this ever happened."
"You know you have to get this checked out."
"Coach, the Nationals are two weeks away! I'm not hurt, I can't be!"
"I'm sorry, honey. Sometimes these things happen, and there's nothing we can do to prevent them."
"Can you drive me there? I swear I can walk, I don't want to go in an ambulance."
Coach Kawa smoothed back Usagi's hair and smiled gently. "Of course."
A tall, dark-haired man whose dark eyes were framed by thin black glasses entered the sterile hospital room and opened a manila folder. "Well, Tsukino-san, I regret to inform you that you fractured your arm in two places, the radius and the ulna. While you were out, we put two plates into your lower right arm to set the bones, one on each. It usually takes about three months to completely heal this kind of injury, but it all depends on how the bone mends itself. Even after your arm is healed, it's difficult to know how weak it will be. There is a chance that it will be to weak for the constant pressure you put on it, and if it is, you'll no longer be able to compete. I truly am sorry, Tsukino-san."
For the first time that night, Usagi passed out, not from pain, but from the shock of realizing that her every hope and dream-her entire world-had just crumbled to the ground.
bSTOP! That's not the end! This is only the end of the Prelude! There are still 15 Chapters to go! Usagi and Tsuzuki's stories are far from over!
Give me the next 15 days to tell you the rest of their story…I promise it'll be worth the ride! ^_^

February 9, 2002
Day 2 of the 2002 Salt Lake City Winter Olympics/b

bDISCLAIMER:/b Both iSailor Moon/i AND iThe Cherry Project/i belong to Naoko Takeuchi…man, she's one lucky lady! What I wouldn't give to own the rights to two of my favorite manga! In case you were wondering, TCP was Naoko's first epic story ^_^ ….wait until you see what character shows up in part three-one that is in the original manga for TCP, and a character you know quite well from SM, as well!
Translations for iThe Cherry Project/i came from Alex Glover's wonderful webpage. If you want to read TCP-or any other manga by Naoko-hime, it's the place to go! The web address is:
In fact, that little blurb right before the title of the story? The part that's in italics and the present tense? That was a direct translation that Alex wrote…I didn't write it! The rest of it is mine, though! Plus the concept of the Prelude is ENTIRELY mine!
It takes place between iDream Park de Mattete/i (A short prelude in volume 3) and part one of iThe Cherry Project/i. Since Alex never translated iSono Go no Maria/i, this is the prelude I'm putting in place of it…in two parts.

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