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Title: Cover
Part: Prologue
Rating: G
Author: Alse
E-mail: alsepang@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: It is a widely known and indisputable fact that
Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi,
and whichever companies she has assigned rights of
merchandise, distribution, television, film, etc. This story
was not written for any profit and was never intended for
such purpose.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

    The tall, dark-haired young doctor who had
just finished his internship at the Tokyo
General Hospital was the subject of crushes
from all the young and unmarried nurses
there. He had had a very difficult time
fending off advances from the more
determined ones. The only nurse he felt safe
around was the nurse who was usually on
duty at the front desk. She was all of fifty-
three, married and was like a grandmother to
every single member of the hospital staff.
Now she called cheerily to him as he
trudged wearily by.

    "Chiba-san!"

    "Yes?" The young doctor turned. He smiled
faintly-the only kind of smile he had been
known to show. For about the thirteen
hundredth time, the nurse wondered why the
young man never laughed. He was too stern,
too serious, too cold. To be sure, Chiba-san
was the dark, handsome, dangerous and
brooding type that was supposed to exist
only in the world of make-believe. He was,
however, flesh and blood, and it was
sobering to see a human being so emotionless.
This was not to say that he was a bad doctor.
If anything, he was one of the best and the nurse
had it on good authority that Tokyo General Hospital
intended to ask him to stay on permanently.

   "There is a message for you. A Furuhata
Unazuki called about three hours ago. She
wishes you to call her back as soon as
possible." The kindly nurse handed the
doctor a piece of paper. "She left her
number."

   The nurse watched carefully as the doctor
gave a cursory glance at the paper. Well,
whoever Furuhata Unazuki was, she was not
the man's girlfriend. Dr. Chiba's dark brows
drew themselves together. He looked...puzzled
and slightly worried. He shoved the paper into
a pocket and then strode out quietly, head down,
apparently deep in thought.

   Behind him, the middle-aged woman shook
her head and sighed softly. "Chiba-san is far
too lonely."



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   Alsepang