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Sailor Moon fic - Cleansing Fire and Water

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 22:42:14 GMT

Because nobody asked for it. :D

Fandom: Sailor Moon
Title: Cleansing Fire and Water
Rating: G

Standard Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or any of the
characters. Naoko Takeuchi does.

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Raye, priestess of the Cherry Hill shrine, Sailor Mars, was having a
rotten, horrible, terrible day.

The day had started out with a meeting with the other sailor scouts
that had degenerated into a shouting match between her and Serena,
complete with tongue duel. After they had left, Chad, who had been
sweeping up outside, had asked, "Why do you fight with Serena all the
time? I think she's kind of nice." A red haze had descended upon her
vision at that point. Grabbing the broom from Chad she had started
swinging and he had quickly made himself scarce. And Grandpa had been
Grandpa. Even Phobos and Deimos, who usually comforted her, had stayed
away from her. Raye had gotten so angry that she had thrown their corn
up at where they sat at the top of the shrine. The corn had come back
down off of the roof pelting her in a hard shower of kernels.

Raye sat in front of the sacred fire. She didn't know what was wrong.
She had spent the last half hour trying to concentrate and perform one
of her regular rituals, communing with the flame, opening her mind up
to visions. The fire has just smoldered sullenly, seemingly refusing
to work.

"Nothing is going right," Raye shouted as she slammed her fists into
the ground. She turned away ready to leave when suddenly the flames
leapt up. A face started to form in the sacred fire. "Oh no! A youma
in the sacred fire," thought Raye. Faces didn't just appear without
being summoned. She started fumbling in her robes for her
transformation pen when a voice spoke from the flame, "You don't need
that Raye dear." The voice, soft, female and familiar. She hadn't
heard it in so many years. "Mother...?"

The tongues of fire coalesced some more to form a face that had Raye
reaching out towards it. She snatched her hand back quickly from the
heat.

"Careful dear, just because you're the sailor scout of fire doesn't
mean you can't get burned."

"How do you know about my being Sailor Mars?"

"I know what goes on, I can see whatever is happening in your life."

Raye sat back on her heels. The shock of speaking to her mother
beginning to wear off. Her mind whirled with questions. But the most
important one came first. "Why have you never appeared before?"

Her mother's gentle voice answered, "You have never needed me so much
before. I came because you are letting bitterness eat up your soul."

"I was just having a really bad day." Raye was defensive.

"No, it's more than that. You are not letting go of all the hurt and
anger. It's beginning to poison you. And you're driving your friends
away."

Raye belligerently replied, "They're just going to have to deal with
it. And if they can't accept me the way that I am, well, too bad."

Her mother's voice and the sacred fire flared up. "You're letting
jealousy get in the way of friendship."

She could feel tears well up in her eyes. "Darien was mine and then
this stupid destiny thing got in the way!"

Her mother's voice gentled again.

"Serena and Darien's destiny is so strong that it amazes us on the
other side. You and Darien were never meant to be. You were just drawn
together by loneliness. Each of you would have stayed locked inside
that loneliness and it wouldn't have lasted. Haven't you noticed that
they are yin and yang? They complete each other. Serena needs Darien
to center her and Darien needs Serena's joy of life."

Raye had to admit the truth of what her mother said. Meatball head was
calmer whenever Darien was around (the only time she lived up to her
name of Serena) and Darien was more human whenever Serena was around.

Tears began to slide down Raye's cheeks, "Oh, mother, I've been so
lonely since you went away. Why did you leave? And dad is never
around."

"Raye, you, a priestess, of all people, should be able to answer that
question."

"It's different telling people what to believe, and living it."

"Have a little more faith. Talk to your grandfather, he really is
there for you, and you might be surprised at his depths."

The fire seemed to sigh.

"And as for your father ... Serena and Darien aren't the only two
people tied together by a red string of destiny. Have you looked into
the mirror recently?" Raye had the grace to blush. "Every time he
looks at you he sees me, and it hurts. So he buries himself in his job
and stays away."

Raye cried out to the fire that was her mother, "What about me? Is
there someone out there for me?"

"Look into your heart and make peace with yourself, then you will see
and feel more clearly." The fire started to die down. "Remember Raye,
I am always with you." The flames whispered, "I love you."

"Mother, don't go!" Raye cried out desperately. But the fire no longer
responded. Laying her head into her hands, Raye began to sob, huge
sobs that shook her body. "I love you, too."

She didn't know how long she cried or when she had laid down next to
the fire. She seemed to fallen into a light doze when she heard a soft
knock.

"Uh, Raye ..., would you like something to eat? I, uh, noticed that
you didn't have any dinner." Chad timidly inquired through the door.

Raye wiped her tears, they were mostly dry, and sniffed. She felt
lighter and better than she had in a long time. Amazingly, even after
she had chased him away with a broom Chad didn't bear a grudge. She
called back through the door, "Sure, why don't you start a pot of tea
and I'll be along in a few minutes." Chad hurried off.

Chad's a weirdo, but, kind of nice, she mused to herself. Getting to
her feet, Raye straightened her robes and before turning to head
towards the kitchen, she bowed to the sacred fire.

"Mother, thank you."

-------end--------

My first fanfic. Tell me what you think. Thanks for reading.

Old Sailor Moon Stories

Mon, 05 Oct 2009 03:32:06 GMT

GeoCities has decided to shut down. So, I will post a couple of old Sailor Moon stories once I get them cleaned up.

Sun, 16 Aug 2009 02:52:23 GMT

Lookee! A new userpic thanks to ae_werin.

Thu, 29 Nov 2007 16:58:14 GMT

This is my entry for Cabbit-girl's exactly 100 words Drabble Contest on aarinfantasy.

Fandom: Loveless
Characters: Soubi and Seimei
Title: Chilly Night

Drabble:

“Soubi, take off your coat and shirt and kneel down.”

SMACK!

He wondered when Seimei had picked up a branch, perhaps he had brought it along.

“You were too slow tonight. I’m going to be late for Ritsuka’s birthday celebration.”

The night air was chilly, but not enough to take the sting out of the wound. Soubi watched as a drop of blood dripped from his back onto the snow. A pink flower bloomed and froze from the red center. Seimei scooped up a handful of snow and covered the wound.

“See, I do take care of you.” And left.

Thu, 04 Oct 2007 20:38:15 GMT

Damn! I may have missed my opportunity to be a published author. Procrastination really sucks. And if you think I haven't been dragging my feet, the announcement of closure of the website, I was showing stories to, is already a week old.

So, anyone interested in bad romance story outlines?

Frustrated writer

Fri, 17 Aug 2007 13:41:32 GMT

Every time I sit down to write something comes up. And it's not like I'm writing just to please myself, although I seem to be able to do that more easily. I've been asked to rewrite an outline with the possibility of money, money and I just can't get myself motivated enough to throw people out of my office or out of the living room or out of the bedroom.

Dave Cockrum

Sun, 03 Jun 2007 03:33:52 GMT

I'm posting this two days after I attended Dave Cockrum's memorial. I'd like to thank my friend, Irene, for inviting me along and Paul Levitz for holding the memorial. It was funny, sweet and touching; especially Paty's recounting of how they first met. I wish that I'd had the courage to get up in front of people to say something, but I feel really outclassed by Harlan Ellison. However, here I will say my little piece.

During the time I was at Marvel, there were four guys who stood out for being big, blond and bearded: John Byrne, Chris Claremont, Duffy Vohland, and Dave. The jolliest was Dave and if there had been anyone who could've played Santa Claus for 365 then it would've been him. Even years later when he was at I-Con in a wheelchair and unfortunately the last time I got to see him, he was still friendly and upbeat.

Dave, you are missed.

new icon

Thu, 24 May 2007 19:13:07 GMT

I'm slowly figuring this stuff out and created a new icon from Kusatta Kyounshi no Houteishiki by Kazuma Kodaka. It's of Atsushi(but, it's not very good). Thanks to masayoshi57 for the scans. OMG, it's a great manga.

Wed, 17 Jan 2007 23:13:38 GMT

Why is it when you're sick all your passwords disappear from your brain?

Thank you to all who reviewed

Sun, 17 Dec 2006 04:01:33 GMT

Thank you to all who reviewed my fic.
read here
So kind. *bow* And thanks to psychicdreams for her music video which I am now playing.

RTFM

Wed, 13 Dec 2006 03:13:52 GMT

FAQs are wonderful. I hope this works. Thanks to seizansha for the Doumeki icon.

icon

Sun, 10 Dec 2006 04:35:17 GMT

I now have an icon thanks to seizansha. Now if I can only give her proper credit that would be great.

newbie

Sat, 09 Dec 2006 16:53:57 GMT

Okay world here I come.