Prompt: Ghost - written for
fic_15 Fandom: Sailor Moon
Genre: Drama
Rating: PG-13
“He’s mine.” The voice spoke lowly, resentful and malicious. Usagi started at the sound and looked around.
Sitting in a fog-filled arcade, she moved cautiously along the booths.
A pale shadow of Mamoru appeared on one of the stools, laughing at something Motoki said.
“You took him from me.”
Usagi was in a castle, without realizing she had left the arcade.
‘The Silver Millenium.’
The ocean sounded with loud crashes outside the window.
‘Earth.’
She saw Endymion’s shadow lengthen along the beach, leading towards the rocks. Behind him, another shadow followed, hair flickering like spider legs against the pale sand.
“He belonged to me!”
The voice was almost desperate, was definitely angry.
Everything faded away. Usagi felt her heart speed up. Pressure was closing in. It was getting hard to breathe. She could feel the presence. Closer. Coming. Angry.
Frightened, Usagi spun in circles, whipping her head around frantically. Her hair lengthened and enclosed her, spiraling around her until everything came lose and she was enclosed in gold.
She was on knees. She breathed hard. The presence was still there. She felt it, could almost hear it breathing outside her havened curtain.
“He belongs to me.” Sad. Wistful. Longing. Usagi’s nearly ached for-
Who?
Pressure surrounded her, like she was being grabbed and shaken. Usagi flailed awake, startled, jerky, heart so loud in the silence of the night.
She wrenched towards Mamoru, who looked at her sleepily, awoken by her jolt. He pulled her down into his arms calmingly, embracing her loosely and closing his eyes.
Wide awake, Usagi took deep breaths, trying to still the suddenness of her pulse, trying to ease the tension from her back, rigid against Mamoru’s chest.
Turning towards Mamoru, she brushed her knuckles against his cheek softly.
He was hers.
For always.
For forever.
Finally feeling herself relax, her eyelids drifted close, lazily skimming over Mamoru’s shoulder.
She could see the outline of a mahogany box. On his dresser. Shined and proud. Containing his most precious-
Usagi recalled a glint of silver in her dream.
And she was wide-awake again, holding Mamoru tightly and thinking repeatedly, “He’s mine. You can’t have him.”