Ok everyone... look who started writing at one am again!
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Klutz


Dreaming and Dreamers
By MoonKlutz


        This is the story of how we begin to remember.
        -Paul Simon

AN: This is a two am written story based on about a thousand Paul Simon 
(Simon and Garfunkl) songs which everyone should hear!  Guys, I hate to tell 
you this (well not really) but the old classics can be the most amazing 
inspiration you have ever dreamed all right?
Luvs ya!~
Klutz


        The sky was a pale blue, darkening slowly along the horizon and touched 
lightly with a rainbow of scarlet, oranges, pinks and purples that faded as 
the sun moved farther away from her.  The sky was darkening towards 
twilight, Tsukino Usagi's favorite time of day now.  She curled her knees up 
against her chest and closed her eyes lightly.  The night was warm, as it 
was almost summer now, the air thick with the scent of summer approaching 
and the dew of evening.  The lawn below her was slowly turning from bright 
hazy green of daylight to a dark, almost black shade of silence for the 
night.  The lights in the rooms of houses down and around town were slowly 
losing their numbers as the moon became more visible above her, casting a 
glow on the slumbering city. A smile made it's way to her lips and she let 
it stay there.  The wind brushed her bangs slightly across her forehead in a 
whisper of peace.  It had been another calm, restful day after another 
wonderful dream... They came to her every once in awhile, sweet, euphoric 
dreams that left her giddy and starry-eyed.  Sometimes they were dreams of 
flying, of animals and people helping her with things in places she was sure 
didn't exist, and sometimes she led whole lives in the space of a second.  
She would not tell anyone about them though, because if you tell someone a 
dream, any dream, it will never come true.  Dreams were meant to be held 
close to yourself and treasured in the moments when you needed them the 
most. Dreams were something of a guide to Usagi.  She could understand and 
read, explain almost any dream, but she didn't.  Any dream but her own that 
is, those were puzzles and only meant to bring a smile after a thunderstorm, 
help one to stand after a particularly bad fall, and so on.  She didn't 
explain other peoples' dreams to them either.  It was more of something that 
let her understand them better, even if they didn't understand themselves.  
She could spend hours in one spot, watching silently, day dreaming, but at 
the same time picking the most minute details of people up, putting them 
together, and understanding how that person worked.
        Dreams were unique, though some came more than once, and could only be 
fully experienced when one was halfway between consciousness, and halfway 
back to sleep.  That way logic didn't have a place, and neither did reality, 
though they were there.  There was only a feeling of complete trust, no 
fears, and a knowledge that no matter what happened, it would be okay 
because her dreams would never let her down.
        Opening her eyes she scanned the city.  The lights were dim and few, maybe 
the lone person or two staying up late, curled in an armchair finishing a 
book that had been long in the making, or simply staring off into space and 
wishing on every star, and smiling at the little things.
        Life was so much simpler when you could look at it from a dreamer's point 
of view.  Everything had a purpose and every person a reason for everything 
they did.  If you could dream clearly, you could see clearly, as if all the 
fog people kept around themselves parted, and there was only a comforting 
truth left behind.  If a dreamer looks at you, you know it, because they can 
see straight into your soul, but unlike you usually would be you would not 
be afraid.  There is nothing there for them to judge.  Light was all one 
needed.
        The sun had set completely now, and the stars were slowly starting to 
gently fill the sky with their simple light.  Usagi smiled and climbed back 
off the roof, slipping in through her window.  She padded silently over to 
her bed, and bending down, pulled a pencil and some paper out from under it 
before slipping out the window, shimmying down the tree and landing with a 
soft thud on the front lawn.
        Still dressed in her pajamas with pink bows in her hair, she walked through 
the silent and empty city, slowly, fearing nothing.  Tokyo was a whole 
different place at night.  Usually it was packed with people who were always 
going somewhere, doing something, people who never had enough time.  But at 
night all became quiet, and it was Usagi's time to bask in the peaceful 
homeliness of Jubaan.
        Her feet were bare, but she did not mind the pavement.  Mostly she walked 
on the grass.  The arcade was locked and dark for the night, though the 
streetlights glare still caught on the games sometimes.  She made her way 
through the park to the bridge in the middle.  It was a small arched stone 
bridge that crossed over a narrow stream that passed through the park.  It 
looked as if it was made of cobblestone, but the path across it was smooth 
and flat, maybe from centuries of walking over it, or maybe it was made that 
way.  No one really knew.  She sat down in the middle of the bridge with her 
feet curled up underneath her, and shuffled the papers until the edges were 
all aligned.  She lifted her pencil, and started to draw.
        Paper after paper was covered with sketch after sketch of the park scenes, 
of Tokyo, of things she had seen from her rooftop, or from her other various 
'sit spots'.  Smiling Usagi thought back to all the days on the moon 
kingdom, and the Earth kingdom, not to mention her adventures only a few 
weeks ago when they still fought Beryl.  Things were peaceful now, there had 
been no new enemies since Beryl and Metallia had been defeated, and no sign 
of memories from the other Senshi or of her Mamo-chan.
        Not that she minded really.  She and Mamoru-kun barely knew each other 
before, and it would be terribly awkward to wake up one day and realize that 
you had been engaged once to a complete stranger, and then to see them 
everyday.  That was something she would have to work on.  Not the memories, 
but getting to know everyone the real way, the way they actually were when 
destiny and fate weren't interfering.  Hai, she would start tomorrow with 
whomever she ran into first.
        "I miss you though..." she murmured to herself.  How was it possible to 
miss someone you had barely known?  It wasn't as far as she had heard, but 
then how did one explain the dull throb in her chest for Mamo-chan?  The 
throb seemed to grow steadily, though the dreams softened it a bit, it was 
there and she didn't want to acknowledge it.  They had run into each other, 
literally, a few times a week on the street, a few times in battle and once 
in a dream this lifetime.  That surely wasn't enough to make her miss him?  
Someone she had only talked to for seconds at a time, but kissed twice.  
More than she had ever had with Andrew, whom she knew well for some years 
now.  "Somehow, I do, though I don't think I should." She whispered to 
herself, letting the pencil slip through her fingers to the smooth stone 
below and roll a ways away.  She looked up at the silvery-white moon that 
hung in the sky, impossibly close, impossibly far away.  But if she reached 
up one hand, it seemed she could almost touch it that it was so close...  
She let her hand fall back to her side and reached out without looking for 
her pencil which found its way to her hand, but not on it's own.
        She looked up, startled to see Mamoru standing there, leaning against the 
side of the bridge looking at her curiously.
        "Pardon the Question Usagi, but do you always wander around at night in 
your bed clothes?" he asked, raising one eyebrow infuriatingly. She clenched 
one fist, released it and let the comment slide.
        "How long have you been there?" she asked, still craning her neck up to 
look at him.  He shrugged.
        "Some time.  Not too long really, but enough." She rubbed her neck, this 
was not the most comfortable way to talk to someone.  He noticed, and slid 
down until he was sitting next to her on the smooth stone, toes pressed up 
against the far wall of the bridge.
        She accepted his comment and actions, and shuffled the papers so a blank 
one was on top, placing her pencil in the pocket of her nightshirt.  Wearing 
pajamas that resembled a pink work shirt and doctor pants had its uses 
sometimes.
        "Can I see?" he asked.  She looked up from the pencil, startled.
        "See what?" she questioned.  He gestured to the papers she had been trying 
to set aside.  "Well... I don't know Mamoru-kun...."
        "Please?" he asked, trying his best to give her a puppy dog look.  She 
scrunched up her nose.
        "That's not faire!  V-chan used to do that when she wanted something, and 
she always got it to!  I'd almost think you two had been practicing 
together!" He titled his head to one side.
        "Oh, but aren't I much cuter than your V-chan?  Please Usagi?" he asked, 
drawing out the please.  Either he was in some high spirits, or he had drunk 
to many of them tonight for he certainly seemed to be in the mood to play a 
bit.
        "Oh fine!" she sighed in frustration, and handed him the papers, blowing a 
bit of hair out of her eyes and looking back up at the moon.  He smiled and 
took them, looking through them one by one.
        "So you * do * think I'm cuter than your V-chan then?" he teased absently.  
More to keep the conversation going than for any other purpose really.
        "Oh, you'd like that wouldn't you?  Nope, V-chan has had more practice, 
you'll have to work on it." She replied grinning.  Even if he couldn't 
remember much, verbal banter had filled some of the best times they had 
spent together.  It was just like old times.
        "These are good Odango, I'm impressed." He commented, placing the blank 
page on top again before handing them back to her.  "You should draw more 
often." He smiled and she smiled back.
        "Thanks Mamoru-kun, but you've really got to stop with the 'honorable rice 
ball' bit.  Someday we'll probably work together and the boss will hear you 
calling me that, and we'll both get fired!" she joked.  He laughed.
        "Whatever you say Odango, but I think I'll stick with it.  It just seems to 
suit you, and I don't get to give nicknames to many people.  I'm rather 
proud of this one." He said smiling.  They both were silent for a time.
        "So what were you doing out here Mamoru?" Usagi finally asked, breaking the 
silence.
        "Hm?  Oh, Just walking around.  It's nice to see the city so quiet for once 
you know?"  She nodded.
        "That's why I was out here."
        "And what about this bridge?  Do you come here often?" She nodded again.
        "Yeah, it has a few memories in it for me..." He smiled, seeming to 
understand.
        "Yeah, memories have always been kind of special at this place.  It's so... 
timeless I guess.  I feel as if I could die and come back with no memories, 
yet still find my way back here." He said.  She stiffened visibly, but tried 
to hide it.  "Usagi?  What's wrong?"  She fidgeted her shoulders a bit, and 
leaned back into the stone.
        "Nothing, nothing.  I just remembered a few things is all." She replied, 
trying to shrug it off.  "Dreams and all."
        "Dreams... they sure can be confusing.  I have the strangest dreams 
sometimes." He replied, letting go of her reaction moments before, seeing as 
she didn't seem to want to talk about it.  "Do you ever have strange dreams 
Odango?" She looked back over at him.
        "Every night." She whispered softly. He nodded.
        "I think I know what you mean, but I won't talk about them."
        "Or they won't come true." She finished for him.  He smiled.
        "Never really thought of us thinking alike Odango, but you're batting a 
thousand tonight." He grinned.  She laughed softly.
        "I know you better than you think Mamoru, we've been very much alike for a 
long time now." She said offhandedly.  He swiveled his head back at her.
        "How long?" he asked quickly.  She turned back to him, startled.  Why was 
he so interested all of a sudden?
        "What?" she asked again.
        "How long?  How long have been very much alike?" he asked again quickly.  
He was so serious now, hopeful.  Maybe he thought that * she * didn't 
remember?  But that was impossible, it was he who couldn't remember!
        "A few months, almost a year now." She replied, shifting uncomfortably.
        "Usa...ko?" he questioned hesitantly.  Her eyes widened.
        "Mamo-chan?!"
        "You remember?"  They both asked at the same time, and then, "What do you 
mean me, it was you who couldn't!" And then they laughed, for a long time.
        Shyly, Usagi looked up at Mamoru again.
        "Mamo-chan?" she asked him.
        "Hai Usako?"
        "I never did get that kiss back at the Tokyo tower." She said slowly, 
looking down.  He smiled.
        "I guess we'll just have to fix that won't we Usako?  I feel as if this is 
a dream, but if it is, at least we might have this before we wake up, and if 
we do, we'll have to tell each other ok?" he whispered, moving slowly closer 
to her.  Their noses were touching, and her eyes were half closed.
        "Hai Mamo-chan..." she answered hazily.  The distance was closed and their 
lips met, finally after what felt like a thousand years.  It was gentle, and 
sweet, but it held everything for them, and there was no more need to hide 
from each other.  The fog that kept dreamers from seeing disappeared, and 
for once, everything was made clear again.  Everything was going to be just 
fine from now on, because no matter what happened, they would always find 
their way back to this place, this one, sweet place.
Klutz
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Luvs ya!~
Klutz