onepassingnight | ☆ she dreams of sweets 003;

[ Tonight's dream is a simple dream. From the streets of Tokyo's Juuban district is a set of stairs that leads up to a second floor cafe. FRUIT PARLOR CROWN. It's a quaint family cafe. Plenty of booth seats and table seats all around. Large windows cover two of the four walls of the cafe, giving the area plenty of natural light for everyone to see.

In a corner booth of the cafe, it's empty except for one person and that person is Usagi Tsukino. The table she's at seems too large for her but there's something about it that exudes the feeling that she should be there -- that there isn't any place else in the cafe that she'd look right sitting at. She's sitting at one of the single chairs, a large parfait sitting in front of her as she sips on it contentedly.

She's not waiting for anyone.. or is she? ]

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[Ami only makes a dismissive sound. As if it had ever been that easy to have Usagi to herself, away from the thousands of Usagi's other friends.]

This isn't about a walk in the park.

[Step. Step.]

I want more than that.

[It feels so natural somehow to say it, here and now. Her eyes stay focused in front of her as she comes close enough now to be invading Usagi's personal space in just another step or two. She shows no signs of stopping.]

Edited 2011-08-05 07:16 (UTC)

[ Yeah okay no. Usagi can't keep standing her ground and slowly takes a step back. She bumps into her table, causing the parfait glass to rattle as she slides across the edge until she ends up falling backwards onto the booth seat.

She lets out a surprised yelp, her eyes wide as saucers as Ami steps even closer than usual. ]

I.. I don't really understand.

[ Because haha.. there's no way that it's meant that way... right? ]

[But right here and now, it is. All those feelings for Usagi, all that jealousy, all that possessiveness, take this form in the dream. Ami ignores the parfait glass just as she'd ignored the people: all of it just empty distractions, nothing. She follows Usagi into the booth, cutting off her target's easiest route to leave by as surely as if she maneuvered Usagi there from the start.]

You don't need to understand.

I'll show you.

[Her knee presses into the seat as she leans in even closer.]

No no, I'd like an explanation, please! Aha..

[ Usagi's head quickly looks around for an escape route and finds the only way out of the booth is being blocked. She knows she doesn't have much time, especially now that her personal space is being compromised. So, she does probably the only thing she can do.

Quickly pull up her leg and then sliiiiiiiide to the far side of the booth to give as much distance as she possible can. ]

[Ami simply follows Usagi deeper into the booth, deeper and deeper into this strange setting where only Ami seems to have the script.

It all ends the same way, Usagi. Ami's lips part in another of those malicious smiles, and she almost caresses the words this time.]

Running is no use!

[Love and war don't just erase the rules; they're the same, aren't they? All mixed up together.]

Can't we just talk this out like normal people?!

[ And there.. as she slides farther around the booth she's able to go all the way around. All that's left are the two solo seats to bypass and she can at least have a little more freedom! Which.. is exactly what she tries going for the moment she can.

Seriously, what does a girl have to do to have a decent conversation around here? ]

[Whether it's a quirk of the dream or whether Ami is that determined not to be thwarted, there's nowhere to go: Impossibly, Ami is waiting right in Usagi's path. She puts a hand on her hip: finished yet?

This is how it's always been. She chases Usagi, and Usagi never thinks about just what that means, never realizes Ami wants to be chased, never realizes what Ami was trying so hard to run towards with all that effort.

That ends tonight.]

[ When she's met with Ami blocking her path, Usagi can only slow raise her head up -- eyes meeting with the other girl as she swallows a lump that has seemed to have formed in her throat.

She's thinking the worst. That somehow she's ended up pissing off Ami enough for her to take her life. Not.. exactly sure how she had managed to do that but a panicked mind can't make logical steps very easily. ]

[When Usagi finally meets her eyes, just for a moment, she puts it differently. Her voice is quieter, her demeanor calmer. She speaks what to her has always been the truth.]

Is that how much you don't want to be with me?

[Just this once, she wanted it to go differently; this one day when she can finally tell these feelings. She wanted to be met.]

That's... not...

[ For once, she's stunned. First, she's told that all she's good for is destruction and hurting people.. and now this? It's making her head spin and confusion to cover her features. ]

How am I supposed to know you want to be around me if you don't tell me?

[ Her shoulders are still tensed.. ready to move again if need be but for now -- for now she's not trying to escape or avoid whatever Ami has planned. ] I don't understand... I thought you hated me!

[The words unsettle her for a moment. She does hate Usagi.

Doesn't she?

Except that behind all that hatred had always been that desire to have Usagi for herself, away from others, to be the one filling Usagi's mind instead of Chiba Mamoru or the one she wanted to be with instead of her other friends. To be the only one who touches her.

All those betrayals she rages against are really betrayals of that feeling, of that passionate desire to be important to Usagi: important enough to spend time with, be with, save. It's not the betrayal of the planet, of the senshi, of the past life or of the Moon Kingdom; it's the betrayal of the lonely girl.]

Is this hate or love?

[She asks it as if she doesn't even know the answer herself; perhaps she doesn't. That hate and that love are all the same. Frustrated by the question, by her blocked thoughts, by the very situation, by the confusion it's making of her mind, she finally reaches out to pull Usagi to her, to crush Usagi's lips with her own, roughly.]

[ She doesn't even have time to blink when she's pulled in suddenly. Her mouth is open in an attempt to answer the question thrown out into the open but it's quickly covered.

... by... Ami kissing her?! If her eyes could get any wider, they could. She was not expecting this at all and her first reaction is to try and pull away once the shock wears off. ]

[Ami doesn't let go easily, and simply brings an arm to Usagi's back to hold her steady. She deepens the kiss, and it tastes of ice just as surely as Usagi tastes of that parfait.

She could never have her fill, but finally she lets Usagi go as the shock of her own actions catches her. She stares openly, lost, as though caught in a spell starting to break. She makes one final accusation.]

Why couldn't you notice me sooner?

☆ she dreams of sweets 003;

DANGIT. XD

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