Happy Birthday, Hota-chan Hiya! This is my first fanfic ever submitted to ANYONE, so dont laugh. *I* like it! Anyways, Sailor Moon, alas, is not mine. ::sniffly:: I wish it was! Oh wells, What can ya do? Anyways, On with the story! Rating: PG 13, (It says hell.. I donno if its still G!) Editors: Me!! ::sweatdrops:: I donno if that counts.. ~~~~~~~~~~ "Hotaru-chan! Where do you think your going?" "Why do you care, Jason?" Hotaru was sick of it. Not anything in particular, just *it* in general. Jason was always so stuck up, and had to annoy her about all her little flaws. He was an exchange student from America, and she was stuck with showing him around the school. "Hotaru-chan! Get back here!!" She wiped a solitary tear from her cheek. "Just leave me alone!" She walked by Michiru, who was distracted at her locker talking to a certain blonde tomboy about her latest concert. "Michi dear? Was that Hotaru?" She snapped out of her daze and blushed. "What? I wasn't really paying attention." Hotaru rushed by Setsuna having a conference with another teacher, and quickly exited the 8th grade wing. She carried her books in her arms, while all her papers were in a bag she carried on her back. The heavy books weighed not only on her arms, but her mind as well. She threw them down angrily, and continued walking swiftly toward the large student-filled gym. "Hotaru!! What did I do?" Jason, who was not far behind her, picked up her books, with an awfully confused look on his face. He wiped a strand of dark hair from his face, sighed, and continued after her. She stomped in the musty, and odor enduced girls locker room, threw down her small purple book bag, stormed out the back door, and climbed the three flights of stairs to the upper field. *Ha! He cant bother me up here!!* As if on cue, he panted up the top step, her books still in hand. "Hotaru-chan! Are you crazy! Making me chase you all over the school!" That was it. "What?!?!? Me make YOU? Ive been running away from you! Or have you been too caught up in your hair to notice?" She screamed, poking him with every point she so painfully made. "I can't belive you! I mean, I try to be nice, and introduce you to all my friends, and.. Ugh!!! I get shunned!" She stormed off in the direction of the stairs back down to the locker rooms. She took a step down the first flight, and turned around, facing him again, with her messy, tangled black hair flying in her face. She wanted to rip it out, but instead, shoved it behind her ear. "And you can kindly return my books, thank you!" She ran over to him and grabbed her books. He in turn, grabbed her wrist, making her drop her books oh once again. "Look, I'm not letting you go until you tell me what is wrong." He said, stearnly, but calmly. "Excuse me? Who do you think you are to do this?" "I *think* I'm not going to let you go until you tell me what the hell your problem is!" He saw the pure hatred and scorn in her tear pooled eyes, and let her go. He picked up her books for the second time, and shoved them at her. "Fine. If you want to be that way, two can play this game!" He stormed off toward the stairs, and Hotaru looked at the slightly bruised place where he had grabbed her arm. "Wait..I didn't mean it like that. Jason?" He turned around and looked at her with the same pain she had shown him seconds before. She was scared at this. *I cant let him leave like this. Not today.* He took his first step on the stairs. "Wait! No!" She ran over to him, heart full. She was going to admit how she had secretly loved him. The way she admired the tiny cresent-shaped scar on the corner of his left eye. Those gorgeous crystal blues she had often lost herself in. If only she had the chance. She went to grab his shoulder, turn him around and kiss his sweet lips like she has always dreamed, but she missed by a long-shot and went tumbling down the three flights of concrete. He had just missed the edge of her hand by fractions of an inch to save her from the fall. "Hotaru-Chan!!!!!!!!!!!" He screamed as he saw her go falling, helpless. He froze to his spot. He couldn't think, couldn't move, couldn't breathe. It all happened to fast. Sirens, ambulances, police ... they we're all too much for him. "Sir!! Do you know her?" He snapped out of his shock. "Yes, She's a friend of mine." "Then come on!" The police man screamed as he grabbed his hand and ran down the stairs. "She's gonna need a friend after that! Jump in the ambulance NOW! We've gotta get her to the hospital!" Jason jumped in the ambulance where he was greeted by the unhappy faces of Miss Meiou, the Home Ec. teacher, the famous teenage violinist of the school, and the blonde racer whom everyone feared. He was shoved in next to Miss Meiou, who was holding Hotaru's hand, and across from him, were Michiru and Haruka. Michiru crying, and Haruka looking like she was going to kill someone. "Um... Who are you, Young man?" Miss Meiou asked though tears. "Good evening, Miss Meiou, I'm Hotaru's.. Um.. Friend..." Haurka piped in. "I saw it ALL. You let her fall. HOW COULD YOU?" She screamed while standing up, she held her fist up, over Hotaru's uncoutious body. "HARUKA! SIT DOWN!" Michiru screamed as she pulled her companion down. "Quit scaring the poor boy!" Jason, ready to fight, stood up with tears streaming down his face. "I didn't mean to do it! I would rather die than harm a hair on Hotaru's head!" Haruka gave him a look of disgust, then grabbed Hotaru's hand. "Hotaru-chan, Sweetie, Its Haruka. I'm here. So is Michiru. And Setsuna. Were here for you sweetie." "Ok, Move it!! We need to get her inside!" A paramedic screamed as they pealed her stretcher out of the ambulance. Everyone got out, and followed her inside. They all sat in the waiting room, with a great deal of tension in the air. Setsuna and Michiru cried. Haruka and Jason paced bath and forth about the room. Haruka stopped anyone and everyone who came out of Hotaru's room and asked how she was. "Doctor? Is she ok?" "Well, sir.." Michiru giggled at the comment, but Haruka never even flinched. "Well? Are you going to tell me, or am I going to have to beat it out of you?" "Haruka-chan! Leave them alone!" She yelled as she pulled Haruka's arm back to the bench. "Sit down and relax a minute. Setsuna, You go and talk to the doctor." Setsuna stood up, walked to the doctor, and shook his hand. "Konnichiwa. Im Setsuna Meiou, and I'm a relative of Hotaru. Is she ok?" "Well, She has a serious concussion, and both legs and one arm are broken. But she is breathing well, and her vitals are good." "Good. Can I see her?" "I'm sorry, She only wants to see some named.. Um.." He fumbled though his papers and looked back at her. "Jason." "What?!?" She screamed and quickly realized speaking loudly would get Haruka started again. She spoke the rest in a loud whisper. "You mean she'd rather see a guy than her family?!?" "Apparently so." "Ugh.. Fine." She stormed off toward Jason, whispered something, and plopped down in a chair. Jason stood up, brushed off his pants, and calmly walked toward her room till they couldn't see him any longer, then he took off running as fast as his legs would carry him. He found the room labeled "Hotare Tomoe" and chuckled slightly. "All that and they can't spell her name right.." He walked in where a bruised and battered Hotaru laid. She smiled slightly as he walked in. "Hotaru, I'm so sorry." "It wasn't your fault. I was the idiot who was running toward three flights of stairs covered in ice." He laughed quietly and wiped a tear from his bloodshot eyes he had hoped she didn't see. "Oh my god." "What?" "I'll be right back, Hotaru!" He coughed out before running about the door. "Haruka! She asked for you!" "Thanks, Jimmy!" Michiru looked up. "His name is Jason." "I know!" she added as she smiled and ran to Hotaru's room. An hour or so passed, and Jason came running back in the door of the hospital, with a small box in his hand. He slammed though the door, where Setsuna was sitting. "Hotaru, You have to get better. I'm not going to let you out of a test because you fell down some silly stairs!" she giggled, just to see a smile on Hotaru's face. "Um, Miss Meiou? Can we have a moment alone, please?" "Of course, young man." She smiled, then shut the door behind her on the way out. "Um, This.. This is for you, Um, Hotaru." he nervously choked out. "Oh, You didn't have to!" she replied. She took the box with shiny purple wrapping paper and a purple and gold bow and laid it on her lap. She took the bow off, and set it beside her. She carefully unwrapped the box. "Um, Ill be right back, Um, Hotaru." he quickly dashed out the door. She opened the box and there was a small purple rose-shaped barrette, and a note. Dear Hotaru, I figured you'd want this back. The very first time I met you, you were chewing on your pen, and you had this barrette in your hair. When you jumped up to introduce yourself to me, It fell out. You didn't notice, but I did. I later picked it up, and I kept it. You could have used it today, when you kept absent-mindedly moveing your hair behind your ears. I've kept it in my shirt pocket, close to my heart. Every time I looked into your deep purple eyes, It seemed to glow. I realized I didn't need to think of you. I love you. Jason Smith ~One year later~ "Jason! I can walk down stairs! I am 15 years old, you know!" "Sure.... That's what you said LAST YEAR...." "Jason! That was so mean!" She said with a giggle as they walked down the steps hand in hand. "You know, Jason. You turned the worst day of my life into the best day of my life. Even if I still can't get Haruka to talk to you." She giggled loudly, which seemed like a million tiny bells all ringing just for him. "Happy Birth Day, Hota-chan." He said as he gently kissed her soft lips, as he had always wished to do. She looked up at him and smiled. "Thanks." *~*The End*~* SoOoOoOoOoOoO, What do you think? Emial me! I LOVE email!! Its LittleMissHotaru@aol.com. Don't forget now! P.S. If you hate it, email me and tell me to hang up my keyboard, but no matter what, I LOVE email!!! *~*Hota-chan*~*