PG13 History Will Not Repeat Itself Part Four: Uncertainty by: Shell Presto Hi all! Well, the story is still going. If you people aren't reading it I don't care. I LOVE WRITING THIS STORY! So there. (Though the... encouragment(?) Psycho Star gave me helped. Can you call that encouragement? Anyway, thank you!) Oh, please forgive any spelling errors this week. My hands will probably be sore tomorrow, along with my arms, legs, and back. See, I was in the gym and people take me as a weakling so on a dare I kinda bench-pressed my body weight! So, anyhow, I'm lazy now and I don't have spell check, but hopefully I'll be alright. Oh yeah, and I'll be a little busy laughing painfully at those who said I couldn't do it! ^_^ One more thing *GLOSSARY* (skip this if you know a little Nihongo (Japanese)): To keep with the feel of the original series, I switch between English and Japapnese throughout the story, depending on when and where it sounds more appropriate. aishite/I love you, arigatoo/thank you, atama/head, baka/fool, daijobu/alright or okay, demo/but, gomen (ne or nasai)/sorry, hai/yes, nan(da)or nani/what, no/of, oishii/tasty or yummy, Keep in mind these are simple romanizations, so they may not be spelled correctly, but they are phonetically correct according to Japanese pronuciation. Now, on to the story!! "Take your shoes off." "Why?" "Because it's bad manners to wear them inside." "It is?" "Hai." "Why is that?" "I dunno. Cause of the carpet, I guess." "You guess?" "It just is. Ima, shoes off." "Fine..." Usagi watched as Mamo.... Endymion removed his tall boots and placed them by the door step. "What?" "Ah.... n... nothing." "No... Why were you staring at me like that?" His voice was cheery and playful, the first time Usagi had ever heard it as such. Of course, he knew what the look meant. He had seen it many times before, the look Serenity would always give him when he did something "cute." Although he could never understand the female definition of the word. He was curious as to why Usagi would give him such a look, and began to wonder if they did have a chance for a relationship. Usagi, on the other hand, was blushing furiously. She knew those omnipotent eyes, the same Tuxedo Kamen would give her when he knew something she didn't. She turned away quickly, trying to hide her rosy cheeks from his prying glance. He stood up, looking over her shoulder. "Why, oosahgee, where DO you get that color of make up?" "Maaamo..." Her eyes went wide for a moment before filling with tears. By now, Endymion was in front of her, a sort of worried/shocked expression on his face. "N.. no! D... don't cry, oosahgee! I didn't mean to make you cry! You can call me mahmohroo if you want! I don't mind!" he blurted out excitedly. He couldn't stand seeing a girl cry, and it always got the best of him. She perked up a bit at how flustered he looked. As a matter of fact, she giggled a bit at just how silly he looked. "Daijobu, Endy-san! I'm just having a bad day." His smile was warming, to say the least. Usagi couldn't help but think of her dashing protector, Tuxedo Kamen. However, if they were ever to truly fall in love, they would have to forget about the past, lest their expectations be too much for one another. "Dinner's done!" Ami called from another room. "Yay! Usagi cheered as she rushed into the dining room. She sat down at a small, square, mahogany table, in front of a steaming bowl of noodle soup with vegetables. "Oo, ramen! Oishii!" she chirped. Ami had already seated herself next to Usagi when Endymion took the seat across from the blonde. Less than a minute later the girls were enjoying their meal. Two minutes later a rather confused bunny lifted her head to stare at the man across from her, who was seemingly playing with his food. "Not hungry?" she asked. Endymion stared at her a bit skeptically at first. She then questioned his gaze, "You aren't picky like that are you? I mean, I know your a prince but..." Then Ami realized that he was staring at Usagi's hand, holding the noodles between two thin wooden shafts. "You don't know how to use chopsticks," she concluded. Raising an eyebrow at her he replied, "So that's what you call these. Well, no, I don't. Care to show me?" "Actually, it's much more fun to watch you struggle." "HEY!" "Just kidding!" Usagi was laughing her odango off as she watched Endymion try, for the fourth time, to pick up the noodles with the chopsticks and hold them up. When it finally worked, he was so afraid to move his wrist that he brought his face low to the bowl to eat. Too late, the noodles slipped once again, this time splashing soup onto the poor guy's face. Usagi fell to the floor, gasping for air with her insane giggling. "It's not that funny!" Endymion protested. "Says you! I think it's hilarious!" she countered. "I mean, I can eat with chopsticks! It can't be hard! You're more of a klutz than I am!" This was a normal conversation between her and Mamoru, one trying to bug the heck out of the other, pointing out all faults between themselves. Unfortunately, Endymion wasn't aware of the nature of the insults, and took them to heart. Discouraged, he put the chopsticks down next to his platter and nudged his chair away from the table, with any sense of pride shot to pieces. He seemed ashamed, and suddenly distant. Softly, he mumbled to no one in particular, "I'm not hungry anymore. I wanna go to bed." Stunned by his reaction, Usagi stopped laughing. She'd never guessed him to give up so easily, and not because of something she said. She raised herself onto her knees to apologize, but he had removed himself from the room, to the only other one he knew. Endymion dropped to a sitting position in the doorway, holding his legs close to his body. "Endy-san, G... gomen ne, I didn't mean what I said..." she explained, entering the tiny entrance way. "Of course you did, if you didn't, you wouldn't have said it. I understand." His voice was cold and quiet, as if he didn't want to talk to her. It was, again, part of the time difference. In Endymion's time, it was understood that a woman always stood by her love, under any circumstances, and encouraged him through any convictions. Naturally, as people did, it was normal to poke fun at someone's misfortunes, though not in such a way as to make them lose faith, not the way Usagi did. How could Usagi explain herself, then, without saying that she always did so with Mamoru? The fact would probably hurt him more. The subject ended in silence. He was lonely, plain and simple. He had always slept alone before, but tonight, he felt it. The sound of cars outside was unnerving, and the air was hot and uncomfortable. He wanted something more familiar to make him feel at home, or someone. Slowly, he forced himself out of bed and began to wander around the apartment. The first door brought him into Ami's mother's room, where Ami was sound asleep. Quietly, he shut the door and proceded to the next, where Usagi was dozing peacefully. He smiled, she looked so serene and beautiful, just like his love. The thought had a calming effect, and he forgot about the evening's occurences. He slipped underneath the covers with her, she was facing the wall. Wrapping long arms around her fragile body, he pressed himself against her back, breathing in the scent of artificial strawberries that radiated from her hair. It was probably the only scent he enjoyed in this new era. Usagi found conciousness groggily, her first sensations were of warm arms and cool breath slipping by her hair. She mumbled the name of her desire silently, bringing a hand back to play with his hair, so thin and soft. She giggled when he kissed her gently behind the ear, the sort of soft kiss that reminded her of the moments they shared after Princess D's Ball. "I want us to feel like this forever," she told him. "I want to make you feel like this forever," he reassured her. "You mean everything to me, you know." The night's heat was nothing in comparison to their burning passions. They didn't need labels for these feelings, names were a complication. They were simply two people who were very much in love. He ran his fingers through the endless golden strands that were her hair, and stopped only so that his lips may find hers. They kissed, deeply, letting their words go as unspoken love mingled between them, emotion in its purest form, as it cannot be expressed. He backed away a moment, pressing against her shoulder so to make her roll onto her back. He hovered over her a moment, gazing over his moonlit beauty with his intoxicating grey blue eyes. "I love you." he stated outright. "Aishite." Her voice was small and meek, as if she was breathless. It was the first time she had ever spoken the words outside of a dream. The world was someplace wonderful when they kissed. Her eyes snapped open and she voiced her surprise when his tongue found hers. She made something of a scream into his mouth when he moved his hand over the front of her shirt. He released her quickly, his mind going in circles as he wondered what the problem was. "How could you!" she almost panted, so breathless was she. "I didn't...." "What did I do?" he asked her flat out. "What do you mean 'what did I do?!' You just.. I mean, the way you touched..." "Yes?" She looked sheepishly at the wall, as if speaking to it and not him. "I mean, you've never... We should be going slower..." "What do you mean?" he asked with confusion in his eyes. "We always make out like that." He gasped for a second, eyes wide as he realized his mistake. "Oh, gods, I'm sorry. I... I forgot..." "Daijobu. I forgot, too." The next moment was one of sheer awkwardness. Guilt followed. Both looked away, and both were to reluctanat to let go of the other. They fell silent as they thought of their true loves. They wondered if their rightful partners would react in such a way if in their situation. Neither knew the answers to the questions. Regret filled their hearts as they realized they may never know. Yet the loneliness that claimed them was too much to bare alone, so they held each other in desperation, longing for the comfort that came with their true loves. Endymion became frustrated with the conflicting emotions within him. Usagi was beautiful, as beautiful as Serenity had been. There were slight differences, Usagi's skin, while smooth as silk, wasn't quite the texture of Serenity's, something more was lacking. The girl he held also had a different scent. Serenity's was one of freshly bloomed lilacs, whereas Usagi had that tinge of strawberry in her hair. Strawberries, that brought back some memories.... The grass was crisp under the hot sun. So sharp and dry that a blade had made a small incision across his hand earlier, though he was fine, now. Summer was upon the kingdom of Earth, and in contrast to the dry conditions, he was sopping wet. Just moments before, his princess had pushed him in the lake, saying that he looked like he needed to cool off. He took pleasure in dragging her into the water after splashing her playfully, she screamed the entire way. It was an incredible day, and the first he had seen her face in the sunlight. The royal court was away on business, though Endymion had, rather conviniently, "caught" an illness. Sneaking out of the palace was no big deal, but spending a day with his princess was. Now drying in the sun, the couple held hands, laughing at the past events. Serenity was wearing a grey shirt over her dress, displeased with the way white clothes and water mixed, leaving Endymion to get a sunburnt chest. The fact that it would reveal to his nurse what he had been doing in place of resting didn't waver her stand either. Soon wanting cover from the burning sun, they found a lovely little place in the opening of a forested area. The patterns of shade and light cascaded about the long grass, a romantic hide away for the two. Wild strawberries caught his attention as he picked one and turned to his love. He was surprised to know she had never had one before. She sucked his fingers as he fed her, every bit amused at her actions towards him. When she finally plucked a very ripe one for herself, she placed it in her own mouth, though did not chew. Endymion took it upon himself to give her a lesson in humilty, and, much to her delight, retrieved the strawberry by force and passion. It was their first kiss of that depth, and Endymion could still remember every single detail associated with it. He loved his princess. The girl in his arms felt like a stranger. There were physical differences, she noted. Endymion had his shirt off, making his abdominals clearly visible. He was more muscular than she knew Mamoru to be. Of course, her only references was the way he felt through his clothing, when he held her close after rescuing Sailor Moon, but she could still tell. The thought of the man she was with was painful. To her, he represented everything she wanted to achieve with Mamoru, and that which she never would. She regretted every moment she wasted with Mamoru. She pretended to be so annoyed with him, yet she longed to run into him day after day. If she could do it all over again, she wouldn't waste an instant. She thought she would have eternity to get to know him, instead she knew little fragments of his life, his self, and everything else was forever lost in the currents of time. Time, even now the ticking of the watch was comforting. It almost made her feel like she was in his arms..... To be continued. No one called me on referring to Endymion as Mamoru in the last part. I'm amazed. Well, this was a kinda lousy place to leave off, but I think you all would prefer to read up to this point than nothing at all. I'm continuing this series, though sometimes it seems pointless because hardly anyone is reading it (in comparison to my other stories). Email me if you want the "cover" for this story. (It's probably my best work. I think you would enjoy looking at it.) It was going to be on my webpage but it scanned upside down. I would appreciate it if anyone would flip the picture and send it back to me. (I don't have the software.) As always, I want your commentary on this story. ( mangetsu@email.com ) Anyone want to do me a huge favor? Go read my short story "Someday" and tell me who sings that song. I wanna know! (All I want to do is go buy the CD, is that so much to ask?) Well, (tentatively) next week is Part Five: Learning. 'Til then I remain, Shell Presto _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com