[FIC] SM - Passing in the Night
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covenmouseTitle: Passing in the Night
Fandom: Sailor Moon
Rating: G
Characters: Makoto, Beryl
Pairings: none
Verse: none/canon
Genre: General.. maybe hurt/comfort? not sure.
Length: 450w
Summary: After the final battle with Beryl, Makoto 'awakens', sans memories, in a park. There, she meets, for a brief moment, with a familiar stranger.
Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing,
Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness;
So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another,
Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Droplets of rain slithered down her neck and into the fabric of her sweater. She was soaked, and freezing, and standing in the park without her umbrella.
There were no others around, she realized as she turned to peer through the winter drizzle. The groceries in her bag were wrapped against the water, at least, and probably better for the cold outside. Shivering and silent, Makoto stood where she was as she tried to remember how she'd gotten there.
Over the pitter-patter of falling rain, she heard sloshing footsteps behind her and turned to see a girl in galoshes who had stopped at the sight of her.
Like Makoto, the girl was soaked through and huddled against the cold. Her long hair, probably red as flame when dry, was glued to her body and auburn with water. A foreigner, a whisper in the back of Makoto's head supplied; a foreigner whom looked as dazed and lost as she was.
There was something there, she thought, a memory - though she didn't know from where or why.
"Do you know where we are?" she found herself asking.
The girl shook her head, arms crossing tighter about her chest. "Do you?"
"No." Makoto glanced down at her grocery bag after she'd answered. If she had groceries, she reasoned, she must live nearby. Turning to look behind her, she saw that the sidewalk they were on curved away into the distance, around a stand of trees. There was no way to see the end.
When she faced the girl again, she saw that the other had turned in kind, to see a similar path behind herself.
"I think," the girl said so softly that it was nearly a whisper, "I'm supposed to go this way." She was still staring behind her.
Makoto nodded. "I'm at the other," she replied, and found that it was true.
"You always are," said the girl, sounding tired, "All of you." She turned back around and their eyes met.
"I don't know why I said that," the girl stated.
Makoto didn't know why, either, but it seemed to make a sort of sense. She granted the girl a light shrug and a smile. "I hope you find your way."
"You too," said the girl. She backed away several slow steps before she turned to walk down her path. Makoto watched her go, until she was out of sight around the trees. Her body felt frozen, yet somehow lighter - as though a weight had been taken from her.
By the time that Makoto reached the bus stop, the girl's face had fallen from her mind, but that tired whisper rang in her ears, and it would for a very long time.
Fandom: Sailor Moon
Rating: G
Characters: Makoto, Beryl
Pairings: none
Verse: none/canon
Genre: General.. maybe hurt/comfort? not sure.
Length: 450w
Summary: After the final battle with Beryl, Makoto 'awakens', sans memories, in a park. There, she meets, for a brief moment, with a familiar stranger.
Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing,
Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness;
So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another,
Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Droplets of rain slithered down her neck and into the fabric of her sweater. She was soaked, and freezing, and standing in the park without her umbrella.
There were no others around, she realized as she turned to peer through the winter drizzle. The groceries in her bag were wrapped against the water, at least, and probably better for the cold outside. Shivering and silent, Makoto stood where she was as she tried to remember how she'd gotten there.
Over the pitter-patter of falling rain, she heard sloshing footsteps behind her and turned to see a girl in galoshes who had stopped at the sight of her.
Like Makoto, the girl was soaked through and huddled against the cold. Her long hair, probably red as flame when dry, was glued to her body and auburn with water. A foreigner, a whisper in the back of Makoto's head supplied; a foreigner whom looked as dazed and lost as she was.
There was something there, she thought, a memory - though she didn't know from where or why.
"Do you know where we are?" she found herself asking.
The girl shook her head, arms crossing tighter about her chest. "Do you?"
"No." Makoto glanced down at her grocery bag after she'd answered. If she had groceries, she reasoned, she must live nearby. Turning to look behind her, she saw that the sidewalk they were on curved away into the distance, around a stand of trees. There was no way to see the end.
When she faced the girl again, she saw that the other had turned in kind, to see a similar path behind herself.
"I think," the girl said so softly that it was nearly a whisper, "I'm supposed to go this way." She was still staring behind her.
Makoto nodded. "I'm at the other," she replied, and found that it was true.
"You always are," said the girl, sounding tired, "All of you." She turned back around and their eyes met.
"I don't know why I said that," the girl stated.
Makoto didn't know why, either, but it seemed to make a sort of sense. She granted the girl a light shrug and a smile. "I hope you find your way."
"You too," said the girl. She backed away several slow steps before she turned to walk down her path. Makoto watched her go, until she was out of sight around the trees. Her body felt frozen, yet somehow lighter - as though a weight had been taken from her.
By the time that Makoto reached the bus stop, the girl's face had fallen from her mind, but that tired whisper rang in her ears, and it would for a very long time.
