Name: 'The truth about Ami' Author: Cony E-mail: rubi@riemann.mat.puc.cl Rated: Pg-13 (some swearing and a tiny weeny bit of lemon insinuation) Author notes: Hi!. It's me again!. And again, with a whole new story about our beloved blue haired Princess!. But this time, it's about how was her life before she met Usagi and became Sailor Mercury. It's pretty dark on some parts, but let me tell you I'm very happy on how it came out. This one is definitely my fav!. I'd like to thank so many people out there on the Sailor Moon world, but I think I'll only name four of them: first, my dearest friend Bowaggi-chan, whom I've learnt to love and appreciate as my best e-pal. Agnes, YOU RULE GIRL!. She's the keeper of the best-best-best Sailor Mercury shrine ever . . . 'The Ice Senshi's Water Lake of Illusions'. If you're an Ami fan, and haven't been there yet, well . . . what are you waiting for?. GO!. 'Cause belive me you won't regret it!. The adress is http://www. geocities.com/Tokyo/Bay/7030. Second, Artemis&Andrea, for putting up the best site on Sailor Moon fanfiction. I'd never stop thanking you for the enormous effort you do every week to give us die-hard fanfic-fans something to live for. And last, but -certainly- not least, my everlasting thanks and worship to Naoko Takeuchi-sama, for creating such a wonderful world of magic&adventure as Sailor Moon. So, here it goes, the new story on the smartest, cutest, loveliest and most wonderful senshi, Ami-chan, aka Sailor Mercury!. For your better understanding, I'm gonna give you some advice before you read this: 1.- This story is told by Ami's point of view (at least the beginning . . . late on it'll switch to be told on third person, and then again to a personal point of view. I know, I know . . . 'why the hell did she get so complicated?'. Well, it's just that it looked better that way, and I really needed to do that in order to explain some things along the story . . . besides, I always wanted to develop Ami's character more than it's done in the Anime . . . in here you'll find my own explanation of some sort to things that happened and weren't quite expected). 2.- This happens after Sailor Stars, the Lights are gone, and everything is peaceful again. 3.- Every girl is older. Now, (when the story is told), they are 20, not 16 as they were when Sailor Stars ended. I needed that do that whatever happened would be suitable for their ages. (You wouldn't expect a 13 year old to get in the trouble Ami does . . . I won't spoil the fun, read to find out!) 4.- This is based on the Anime AND the Manga. But don't worry, you don't need to have read it to understand. The only thing I took from it was the fact that Ami lives on a mansion, and not on an apartment. Suited the fic better! 5.- Warning!. The first chapter may be (well, they *are*) pretty confusing, but everything will come clear later, I promise!. 6.- Warning2!!. HUGE spoilers ahead, specially about the Stars season. Well, that's about it. Anyhow, if you read on, and still don't get what's going on, just e-mail me and I'll be more than happy to explain to you!. BTW, send me your comments, praises&flames at rubi@riemann.mat.puc.cl I'll be very happy to receive anything!. And I promise I'll answer them all!. Please, write to me, 'cause one thing about life that I love is e-mail!. Besides, it's soooo cool to have friends all around the world . . . Anyway, if you're stil here reading this mess, means you're really interested, so I'll leave you with the story for now . . . Disclaimer> Sailor Moon and all related characters belong to their creator our worshipped Naoko-sama, to whom I beg her perdon for using her charatcers without her permission. Any other created characters however belong to me, and you may use them only if you give me the credit. * * * The truth about Ami * * * by Cony. . My thoughts ram around my head, as I look at them, so happy they look together. She is laughing, as she always is. Her arm is clutched over his', dragging him along. I look to the rest, who are all smiling, grinning at their happiness. Why don't they understand?. Don't they realize that we'll never be like them?. We're doomed to be alone, so *she* can be happy?. And what about us?. We must be alone, so they can rule a city of the future that doesn't even exist yet?. Why is destiny so unfair?. She deserves to be happy, just because she's the Moon Princess?. Well, excuse me, but I am a Princess too. We all are. What's the difference between her and me?. In times like this, I really think Beryl, Rubeus, and the rest of the Black Kingdom were right, Usagi can really be a spoiled Moon brat sometimes. Her cries of "Mamo-chan" pierce my ears, and my teeth ratle, as I clench my fists, trying to supress the scream I know will leave my throat if I hear it just one more time. Fortunately, she shuts just in time. I feel my anger subsiding, and I see my friends haven't changed, they're still smiling. How can't they see what's going on?. Are they too blind?. Or have they accepted their destiny?. Shall I do like them?. No!. I refuse to be alone. I want to love, and to be loved. My life as a Sailor Senshi will not dominate me, I decide my own destiny. Suddenly, my thoughts are interrupted by a shrieking voice. "Ami-chan!!". I frown and groan to myself. Luckily for me, my friends are looking at her puppy-dog eyed as they always do, and don't notice my mood-change. I put on my mask again, a mask I'm so tired of wearing . . . you'd think I was forced to wear it, don't you?. But this is what hurts the more . . . *I*, yes, I chose to wear it, and I'm so regretful now . . . but I don't have time, she's already by my side, looking at me with those so-like-mine, yet so different, blue eyes. Her's, so full of love, understanding, caring. Mine, on the outside, they look the same, I mean, after 3 years of hiding my emotions, I've learnt to create clean eyes, that don't show my awful past . . . but you don't know about my past, do you?. No one does, not even my mother. I changed a lot back then. I was only a kid, I never knew what was I getting myself into. It was too late when I understood the consecuences of my acts, but nothing could be done then. But that's not what we're talking about in here. Maybe, I'll tell you later about it. "Yes, Usagi-chan?", I say, my voice sounding as it always does. I see her face, her smile, her complete body, irradiating love through every pore. Why can't I be like her?. "Ami-chan, please, can you do me a favor?". I stiffen a bit, so undetectable only I can feel it. I know what's coming next. She wants me to give her the homework Haruna-sensei gave us today. I feel the uncontrolable urge to grab her collar, jank her up, and scream to her in her face, that she's a lazy, stupid and damm little girl. But, I only smile again, and say: "Of course. What do you want?". I see her battling her eye-lashes, in a gesture so discustingly cute it makes my stomach turn over. "Please . . . could you give me our homework?". I was expecting this, but no matter how many times I hear it, I still can't hold my anger. But, I can't show it. I'm the calm, quiet and shy old Ami right?. I never get angry, I put the brains on the Senshi, don't I?. So again, knowing it won't work, I open my mouth and say: "Usagi-chan, don't you have any interest in studying by yourself?". Mentally, I follow her exact words, the ones I've heard so many times, and will hear perhaps a thousand more. "Ahhh, Ami-chan. I don't want to work at home!. I'd better eat or sleep". By the corner of my eye, I see that Mamoru starts grinning, as again he realises how lazy his girlfriend is. I have no anger against him, at least he cares about the future, he's serious, and doesn't ask me for homework every day!. But, destiny again, he's not my type. He's too calm, too serious, too much like Mizuno Ami. On the other hand, he was perfect. So impulsive, yet always knowing what to do at the right time . . . Oh, I'm drifting off again. I see now that Makoto, Rei and Minako are staring at me with the what-are-you-waiting-for-give-her-the-homework type of look. Once again, my anger starts boiling. What?. Do they want the homework too?. Can't they do anything by themselves?. I don't know why I hang with them anymore!. Even, why do I keep this masquerade up, although I know I'm missing so many good things in life?. But, I already know the answer. If by chance, I threw away the shell I'm trapped in, they would find me inmediatly. I know they follow me wherever I go, not understanding why I've changed so much. I used to be so energetic, and impulsive . . . I bet they're dying to know if I am who they think I am. They can't believe that Suiseki Reiko is Mizuno Ami . . . sorry, I'm talking nonsense again. I'll try not to give you so many confusing information. But, my time's up. I must answer them. "Oh, alright Usagi-chan. I'll give you the work". I barely close my eyes, preparing for the answer. "THANK YOU!" she cries, jumping up and down, as the rabbit her name simbolizes. Her voice enters my system, revolutioning my blood stream. My cells scream with her, as they beg for silence. Then, as fast as she came to my side, she leaves, returning to her beloved "Mamo-chan". Again, I'm alone with myself, and my thoughts start showing their dark side. But, before this happens, a strong hand rests on my shoulder. I turn around, and I see Makoto, her eyes questioning mine. "Ami-chan, are you alright?". I smile, trying to soothe her. "Yes, I'm fine. Why?". I wonder if I'm loosing my ability of faking my emotions. "Nothing. Just a feeling I had". Hmm, Mako-chan. Maybe you have mental powers none of us thought you had . . . after all, you're the soldier of protection right?. You protect everyone, but you can't protect me . . . my inner demons are too strong, even for you . . . She walks away, and as I look at her, her school uniform swaying back and forth, I can't handle it anymore. I feel as of all my worries and sadness wash over me at the same time. I have to get away. I have to run, run until I'm alone, to the end of the world, up to the top of the Fuji, just . . . rest. I'm so tired of escaping, tired of acting a lie, tired of . . . of life. Yes. I've finally understood. The only way to finish this, is to finish my life. How?. Come on, I'm a Sailor Senshi, one of the most powerful beings on the Universe, I can find a way of killing myself. I can jump from a cliff, or throw myself in front of a car. I don't wanna use sleeping pills or poison . . . my mom's a doctor as you may already know, she'll surely find a way of keeping me alive until an ambulance arrives. I want it to be fast and painless. Besides, his memory will hunt me forever. This way, I can be with him again . . . together as we used to be . . . friends . . . partners . . . just . . . together. Oh, why did he have to leave?. Just when we accepted our feelings!. Why do men have to be so foolish?. Why did he leave me out, while he jumped into danger, knowing he wasn't coming back?. My love, I'm coming. It's a promise. Just wait a bit longer. We'll soon be togeher again, and I'll finally be able to rest . . . sleep forever . . . forget everything . . . dissapear . . . at last. Then, I realise Rei is staring at me, her eye-brows slowly coming down, as she starts frowning. Oh no!. I forgot she can feel people's moods. I hope, I beg, she didn't read my thoughts. It will only make this more difficult. Hmm, it looks like she didn't. Her wonder is dissapearing, but I can see in her face that the seed of doubt is already planted. I'll have to act a bit more, but for me, it's nothing. Someone who has acted a life, don't you think she could fake a few moments of happiness?. I smile openly at her, and see she sighs in relief. Now, I say: "Guys, I gotta go". A suicide requires planning, you know?. I see them looking at me, as the oh-so-asked-question reaches my ears: "Why?. Ami-chan, we've just arrived!". Then, I say the already by heart known answer: "I remembered I've got a Mathematics exam tomorrow, and I'm only three chapters ahead the rest of the class". I look at them, wondering how can I tell them the same thing over and over again, and they still buy it everytime?. I would've thought Mamoru-san would get suspicious, but he doesn't even look worried. I just see them all smiling in "understanding", and leave a few minutes later, after waving goodbye to everyone. Now, at last, I'm alone with my thoughts. I leave the park we were in, and as soon as I'm out of their sight, I start running, running away. I run, with no specific goal, just getting away. My legs move in perfect sincronisation, just as he taught me to. One leg after the other, my feet stepping on the floor, just barely touching it, but giving me more impulse than if I had four legs. I start remembering the many times we ran together, swam together, rode horses together, chased animals together . . . all the times we were with each other. Now, being alone, I can't hold the unstopable wave of memories. I loose track of time and space, as I dive deep into my mind. My head is empty, something that lately has being happening to me quite often. There are no thoughts on my mind . . . just emptyness. Not hard to do if you want to do it, and let me tell you I would love to have an empty mind right now . . . . it's too painful to be remembering everyhing over and over again . . . The rush of the wind against my skin refreshens me a bit, just enough to see where am I going. I look around, wondering where my legs have taken me. I see there're no buildings around, only a big prairie in front of me. A few meters away, a low hill, covered by smooth and deep green grass. I walk to its top, and sit under the shadow of an oak. I look in front, and see that the sun is setting. The sky is full of pinks, yellows and oranges, and everything is quiet, as nature waits for the end of another day. I remember we watched several sunsets together, sitting on a place very different to this one. I'm on a countryside, while where we sat at those times, was a hard and cold cement rooftop of a Tokyo building. But, as uncomfortable as it may have been, at least I was with him. His mere prescense was enough to make the ugliest of the days shine with glory. At those times, we used to talk. Not about our lives, 'cause that was forbidden, but about our feelings and thoughts. I can clearly hear his voice telling me: "Sunset is the most wonderful view in nature. It has the life of a million creatures, but holds death too, as it symbolizes the end of the day, and the beginning of the night". His melodic voice rans through my ears, making me sigh sadly. I take my knees up, and as I rest my head on them, I think of what happened that day. But, I can't. The view I have in front is so . . . romantic, I can only remember heart-beating-stuff. Like when I met him for the first time . . . I was crying, and when he entered the room, it all came clear to me. His thick brownish hair, which had these lovely curls near his cheeks, his velvety skin, his strong yet hidden mussles . . . ans most of all, his eyes. His wonderful eyes. Those botomless pits of green, which had all the wisdom of a century, and the hardness of a lifetime. Yet, when they looked at me, they turned soft, and it was as if his own hands were caressing me, as I let him gaze me up and down. Or that day, when he gave me this . . . I raise my hand, and putting it inside my blouse, I take out a pendant. It's small, and made of gold. On the front, it has the initials IH, and on the back, the phrase he liked so much . . . "partners till the end". We had just returned from our . . . patrol shall we say?, succesfully. I was beaming with happiness at that time, but everything turned pink when he handed me the little box with this inside. He said it was a gift for being such a wonderful partner. Something to remember me by, he said.I don't need anything to remember him, but the fact that he gave it to me was so unexpected and wonderful . . . I remember I hugged him after that . . . I can still feel his muscles against my cheek . . . eventhough his cehst was covered by a T-shirt, I could still feel his skin . . . The pendant shines with the little sunlight left, and it's shine makes me close my eyes. For a moment, I can smell his perfume, and the pleasant smell brings to me more memories. Although almost 4 years have passed, if I concentrate briefly, I can smell his escense in the pendant. It's the only thing that keeps me connected to you, yet, the one that makes me sad the most.I wonder . . . no, I know, you've been watching me from above. Wait just a little more, I'm coming. You won't be alone anymore. We'll be together again, and we'll never separate again. Hey!. What was that?. I turn around, believing I heard a low crack. My trained eyes scan the landscape, trying to find the cause of my startlement. My muscles stiffen, and my heart prepares to pump a huge amount of adrenaline through my body, as the long forgotten reflexes seem to awaken. It's been a long time since I was in a situation like this. Not even my life as Sailor Senshi has kept me this worried, or alert 100 percent of the time as my previous job did. Though I'm not complaining, I would have prefered to stay as what I was before. Why do you ask?. Simple. In there, I knew what I was fighting against, had my feet on earth all the time, and more important, the enemies I fought were all terrestial. They were just simple humans, with a lot of power on their hands. And, the reason that was better for me. I was trained, informed and prepared for every eventuality. Not like this Senshi job I have, in which a black talking cat ordered us to fight something we didn't fully understand, didn't even told us how to use or improve our attacks and just sent us into battle, *hoping* we could manage it. But, I come back to present, and realise I'm in great danger. Whoever is there, can look at me, while I don't even know who he/she is. "Who are you?. Show yourself". I surprise myself. I haven't used this tone of voice, not since that day. My thoughts come abruptly to an end, as a bush rustles in the distance. I inmediatly turn around to face it, my eyes narrowing to see in the little light that's left. This feeling, of being watched by someone is one of the things I miss of my past too. It's great to feel fear on the base of my spine, but then to be able to turn the situation around. I prepare to jump and catch whoever is there red-handed. But, as my legs are ready to stretch in a jump which I was trained to do, but later was improved by my Senshi powers, the intruder comes out. I sigh, the breath I didn't notice I had being holding back leaves my lungs. It was just a squirrel. The little animal was the one who made the cracking sound. She has a nut on her mouth, and her little red eyes look at me curiously. I smile, and whisper: "Hi you little one. You scared me you know?". My voice doesn't scare her. She even comes closer, carrying the fruit. I wish I had something to feed her with. Then, I notice her big nipples, and understand she has got babies somewhere. "Go. Your babies need you, go". Chirp, Chirp is the answer I receive. The squirrel doesn's listen to me. Oh well, let her stay. It's always good to have someone with you. I look around, trying to see if her home is near, but instead of that, I see that the sun has set. I'm surrounded by darkness, a crescent moon in the sky. Everything is dark, only lighted a bit by the silvery glow of the stars. I'm so comfortable in here, the roughness of the tree trunk rubbing my skin. The night breeze, the sounds of nature . . . in times like this, I think that the descision of comitting suicide was a mistake . . . . NO!. This is the only way. If I don't do this, they'll find me, and I know I wouldn't be able to handle their questioning. I know they are just a few steps away of finding all the proof they need to prove I'm not Mizuno Ami . . . I stand up, and with that simple gesture, I unconsciously grab the pendant and jank it off. The chain brokes, and the pendant lands a few meters away, with the impact, opening. Cursing a bit, I walk up to it, and pick it up. Then, and for the first time in four years, I look at what's inside. Those pair of innocent blue eyes, the long dark hair . . . the baby-round face, everything is too much to handle . . . Violently, I close it, tears coming to my eyes. Why?. Why did you have to appear now?, I ask myself, as I brush my eyes, trying to control myself. But, the preassure has gone too far. The view of seeing her again is too much. I thought she had dissapeared forever, that I had killed her . . . but no. She's there, still inside me, begging for me to let her out. Then, I scream, loud enough for anyone who cares to listen to me: "SHUT UP!!. Don't you see I'm doing this because of you?. I want to be free again too, but I can't!. YOU CAN'T!!. Do you hear me?. Now STOP!!". I feel her quieting, returning to the deep corners of my mind. I am calm again, no trace of tears, desperation or fury in my face. I brush my skirt, and ruffle my hair, trying to get out some of the tension I have inside. I've forgotten how uncomfortable it is to wear skirts . . . but Mizuno Ami wouldn't wear pants, no matter how much I want . . . again, I'm trapped in a life that's not mine. I've had to learn how to look cold and serious, no mater how I'm really feeling. All I'm doing, is for you . . . for you my love. I know you would have wanted me to live a normal life, but that can't be done. I tried to escape, to dissapear, but there's no way I can fade from their sight. Once you're in, they won't let you out. They're everywhere, they're everyone. My destiny was set that same day, the day I've tried so hard to forget. It doesn't matter. That day, I also discovered what love was, although it took us a long time to realise it. I start walking home now, not caring that it's dangerous for a "little" girl like me to walk alone, at night, on a neighbourhood like this one. Who cares anyway?. I'm 20, and mind my lack of humbleness, very pretty. Quite an interesting prey for any hentai, aren't I?. But, be careful. Don't let appearences decieve you. The prey may turn into the hunter if you make her angry. Besides, I'm trained in self-defense, judo, karate and taek-wondo. Everything I could need to survive in the jungle I lived in. Because that's what it was. A jungle. We were the beasts, hunting our preys. But, sometimes, as it happened that day, the victims became the killers, and the hunter is caught. Besides, a few Aqua Rhapsodies, and the thief, murderer, pervert or anything will wish he wasn't even born. Another death is nothing to me, just another line in the wall. Soon, and with no accidents, I arrive home. All lights are off, as they always are. "Mom" isn't home. She must be at the hospital again. I wonder if she even thinks about me. I'm her daughter after all. Well, not exactly her daughter, but she belives I am . . . Oh well, I'm used to this. I've grown up on my own, my whole life. Not that I care, but to keep the appearences, I always tell my "friends", I'm worried about my mom working too much. It gives me time to think when I'm alone at this big house. I've meditated a lot, it's the only way of controlling my impulses when I'm with my friends. Acting for a whole day can be totally stressing, you know?. And feeling so many emotions, and not being able to show them is the worst of all. Well, now I'm alone, in a big house, with no one to talk to, and my thoughts keep playing sly tricks on me. There's nothing to do, but sit and think. What I said about the tests I have tomorrow is true, but I know the theme, so I don't need to study. You see, you've heard the rumor that my IQ is over 300?. Well, let me tell you it's all a fake (again), so the rest of the students would leave me alone. Really, according to the tests they made on me, my IQ is some place over the 398. Yeah, yeah, I know it seems a lot, but those were the results they got. I'm not proud of it, it didn't do any well on saving the one I loved. I never use all my intelligence, there's no need for it. So, all I need to do is pay attention in class, or sometimes not even that. The fact of me being sitting there, barely listening to what the sensei says is enough for my memory to save all the information he/she speaks. So, what should I do?. If you were alive, Hiroshi, we would be together now . . . doing what we did every day at those times . . . if you were alive, I would have never accepted this Senshi thing. I only did at that time because I was lonely, and feeling depressed. It seemed the only way of escaping to me, and I had no other choice . . . I sit on the couch, not caring to turn on the lights. The stars give me all the light I need . . . besides, I don't deserve more . . . I've killed several people, cheated others, and tricked many. My soul is dark, my mind is black, and my heart is empty. More light would only serve for showing the rest of the world my blood stained hands, my stress wrinkled face, and my hate dripping heart. Yes, hate. I hate them, the ones who ruined my life, just because I was a kid . . . they knew what they were doing, yet they did it anyway. I hate my destiny, which has forced me to live alone and wishing I was someone else . . . I hate myself, for being so weak, for not being able to hold on more, for giving in so easily, for always taking the easiest solution, for . . . for being who I am. I can't be myself, I have to take the appearance of another. I became someone else that day . . . that day . . . that fateful day . . . that deadly day . . . that day . . . the last day of Suiseki Reiko, and the first of the cold, serious, intelligent yet so exasperating Mizuno Ami. I wish I was a bird, a bird that could fly away, away from my worries, away from everything . . . but I'm chained to earth, doomed to wait until someone comes and free me . . . but, my bad luck again, he's dead. And dead people can't come back to life, no matter how much you want them to . . . But, if I finish this myself, I would be with him again . . . I would feel his gaze again, hear his teasing again, see him again. We would be together, as we used to be. Then, I decide it. I will have to dissapear now . . . not as I had origially planned it to be, in one or two weeks, but now. Besides, they say there's no better time than the present, right?. Slowly, I stand up, and walk to my room. I look around, knowing I'm not coming back . . . not that I care. I never liked it, it wasn't for me. My ideal room wouldn't be like this one, but I had to keep my play up, remember?. I take the pendant out, and looking at it again, not opening it, I leave it on my night-table, with the "partners till the end" up. Then, I walk downstairs, still in the dark, never stripping on anything. As I said, I was trained to be undetected, and one of the basic requierements was to be able to walk noiselessly and carefully in a house with no light. I know where every door is, where every piece of furniture stands, where the carpet finishes and the cold marble floor starts . . . everything. Then, I finish in the hall. Outside, a thunder rumbles in the distance, as the silent witness of my farewell to the house that for three years, called home. I think to myself: . Silently, I slapp myself. I'm going to kill myself remember?. No coat, sweater or even the hottest fire in the Universe can warm up the dead . . . With a low sigh, I walk to the door. When I'm about to grab the door knob, two things happen: first, a low, yet continuos sound reaches my ears, and I mentally congratulate myself, for knowing it was going to rain. That sound are the rain drops falling onto the roof. A delicious shudder crosses my body, as a think of the wonderful feeling it would be to feel the rain on my skin one more time before I go. And second, and which terrified me to the point of my skin going pale, and my heart stopping it's beating, was the door bell. It ranged once, twice, three times, echoing through my ears. I stopped frozen on track, waiting for whoever was on the other side of the door to go away. I wait one, two, ten seconds, and nothing happens. I beg for the stranger to leave, but he/she seems oblivious to my prayers. After twelve seconds of waiting more or less, it rings again. Again. And again. Just then a lighting lights the sky in fire. It's so big and fantastic, my mind unconsiously gets the power it had: over 1000 gigawatts. That would've served to light all Toyo for about two years!!. Seconds later, a thunder strikes a few blocks away, shaking the ground and the entire house, and rain now pours as if the world had come to an end. Now, I have no other choice than to open the door. But, I'm reluctant. The fifth sense you adquire while you work as what I used to be, is telling me not to open the door, because it will mean deep trouble. Anyway, I can't think clearly anymore, as the lighting that is shining as strong as the sun, and the insistent ringing on the door are making me dizzy. Ever so slowly, I stretch my hand, and silently take the door knob. Then, I remember I must turn the ligths on. I do, and the sudden clarity makes me blind for a couple of seconds. But then I can see again, and the ringing hasn't stopped. It's a buzzing sound, that is starting to irritate me. It seems as if the stranger glued his/her finger to the bell, and is keeping it there. I analyze the situation, and come to a conclusion: I only know two people who can ring like that, those two being Usagi and Minako. I frown. The ones I want to see the less are those two, but I have no option. Taking a deep breath, I paste a smile on my face, and open the door. There, standing (with her finger on the bell as I supposed), stands Minako. Grinning, I say: "Ok, ok Mina-chan. I heard you. You can stop now". The blonde stops her motions, and smiles a bit: "I'm sorry Ami-chan. No one came, and I thought there was no one home. Can I come in?". Damm the little girl. All I want is to be alone, but I can't say no, she'll suspect inmediatly. "Sure. Come in". I step aside, letting her enter my house. Then, I follow her, closing the door behind me. "So, what's up Minako-chan?" I ask, hoping it's nothing that takes more than ten minutes. "Uhhh . . . well, it's kinda complicated. You see, Rei-chan told me she had felt something wrong with you today, and wanted me to check it out". Typical of this girl. She always says things directly. She goes straight to the point. But, it made me wince as I heard it. I smile, and walking up to my room (it's normal you know. Everytime we need to do some girl talk, we go to the bedroom), I say: "She did?. What?". We enter my blue room. Have I ever told you how much I've learnt to hate blue?. I mean, it's cute when you see your hair is blue, you find it funny when you find your school uniform is blue, you kinda accept it when your Senshi fuku is blue, but when your OWN BEDROOM is entirely blue, you think it's sick. Believe me, I do. I sit on my bed, and wait for her to sit down too. Then, she speaks again, those flashes of maturity she gets sometimes taking over her now: "Well, she felt some bad vibes coming from you. She said she had felt weird things on your mind, but couldn't figure what. We were worried, and here I am, asking you. Is it true what she said?". I almost let my jaw drop, as I realise that Rei had really felt what I was thinking at the park this afternoon. But, I hold myself, and stand up. I walk to the window, and press my forehead on the cold glass. Looking at the rain makes me feel calmer. This is one of the things that I agree with when I discovered I was Sailor Mercury, Senshi of Ice and wisdom. Water has always beeing an important part of me. It feels as my second skin, my other half, my soul. I sometimes feel I'm water, never being able to fit anywhere, always slipping off where I am. I remain like this for a minute or two. I'm surprised that Minako hasn't asked me again, but innerlly I thank her. She gave me time to think for a good answer, and now I've got it. As I open my mouth, I hear her voice again: "Who's this Ami-chan?". I stiffen. My whole body stops for a second, as I know she found it. She discovered my secret. She now knows my true identity. I close my eyes, preparing to face what's going to happen next. I breath raggedly, and turn around. Innocently, I try to ask: "Who's who?". "Her. The one on this pendant", she says, not knowing every word she says is like a knife in my heart. Well, that was it. What do you think?. Tell me, please. And most of all, keep reading the next chapter, 'cause things get rolling from now on!. Wanetd some action on this dull fic?. Well, believe than on chapter 2 you're gonna get it!. Cony.