Fic: Work
Title: Work
A/N: Written for the Fairy tale/Shakespeare prompt at sm_monthly . Consider this my very, very deep bow to the genius that is ellorgast with her sexxy slashly soxx. My Mamoru is neither as funny nor as emotionally complex as hers, but he is one thing: angry. Honestly, no idea where this fic came from.
In the fairy tales, it’s always the princess who gets the prince. She’s pretty and has great hair, and really, those are all the requirements that a princess needs to fulfill. The prince who is (more often than not) dark, brooding and handsome, will be saved by her kindness and kindly save her from the peril of the week in return, and then they live happily ever after. That’s what fairy tales are like.
My life isn’t one, and it never has been. I never asked to be a prince, never cared for being a hero. All I ever wanted was knowing who I was, all my memories at my disposal, and wanting a family now that my own was gone.
Instead, I remember bits and pieces, even know, after all those years. It’s utterly frustrating. The happily ever after is also nowhere near, despite the princess and her saving (time and time again) taken care off. Usagi has a family, and she has friends. I love her, I really do, I’d die for her, but sometimes, I look at her and wonder why she gets to have everything and I don’t. Now, this isn’t fair. She also doesn’t remember the past, not all of it, but then she doesn’t need to. Not the way I do.
In the past, there was a moment when I had everything. I was a prince, but that’s not the point, totally not the point. The point is that I had a family, I had friends, and then I even had Serenity. I had it all, and suddenly, I didn’t. Here I am, reborn an orphan with amnesia and four stones in a box that no longer come and talk to me. Doesn’t mean I left them in Tokyo though. The box was the first thing I packed, and it’s my most precious possession. I wouldn’t know what to do without it, even now that they no longer come to me. I worry for them, wonder what happened to them and hope for the best.
The one I miss most is Kunzite, of course it is. He always helped me to make sense of the world, knew the answer to everything. And he was kind, in his own way. Ask me to pick one person, dead or alive, to have dinner with. It’s one of those stupid games they make you play during orientation week, and everyone will pick Shakespeare, Einstein or Elvis. I never really play the game because I don’t like lying, and if I told the truth, if I told them that the person I’d like to have dinner with is my guardian from back when I ruled earth, they’d kick me out of university and possibly even the country and I can’t afford that, not after the whole Galaxia/Harvard incident. I may not be able to recover my memories, I may never have a family, but I will be a doctor. I will make people’s lives better. I will be the fucking fairy godmother in someone else’s story; I will make that difference.
And then maybe, just maybe, someone will do the same for me and send my guardians back to me. I need them, especially now that I’m alone here in this strange country. I miss Usagi more than I can say, and while college is great, being lonely is not. Could I socialise more? Yes. Do I want to? No. I don’t long for friends: I long for my family, for my shitennou. Studying keeps me busy, and it’s what I came here for anyway.
Well, time for the library. It’s Friday evening, meaning it will be practically deserted, which is good. There’s a test I need to study for. There always is. And I’ll be damned if I don’t know the answers to every single question.
The End.
A/N: Written for the Fairy tale/Shakespeare prompt at sm_monthly . Consider this my very, very deep bow to the genius that is ellorgast with her sexxy slashly soxx. My Mamoru is neither as funny nor as emotionally complex as hers, but he is one thing: angry. Honestly, no idea where this fic came from.
In the fairy tales, it’s always the princess who gets the prince. She’s pretty and has great hair, and really, those are all the requirements that a princess needs to fulfill. The prince who is (more often than not) dark, brooding and handsome, will be saved by her kindness and kindly save her from the peril of the week in return, and then they live happily ever after. That’s what fairy tales are like.
My life isn’t one, and it never has been. I never asked to be a prince, never cared for being a hero. All I ever wanted was knowing who I was, all my memories at my disposal, and wanting a family now that my own was gone.
Instead, I remember bits and pieces, even know, after all those years. It’s utterly frustrating. The happily ever after is also nowhere near, despite the princess and her saving (time and time again) taken care off. Usagi has a family, and she has friends. I love her, I really do, I’d die for her, but sometimes, I look at her and wonder why she gets to have everything and I don’t. Now, this isn’t fair. She also doesn’t remember the past, not all of it, but then she doesn’t need to. Not the way I do.
In the past, there was a moment when I had everything. I was a prince, but that’s not the point, totally not the point. The point is that I had a family, I had friends, and then I even had Serenity. I had it all, and suddenly, I didn’t. Here I am, reborn an orphan with amnesia and four stones in a box that no longer come and talk to me. Doesn’t mean I left them in Tokyo though. The box was the first thing I packed, and it’s my most precious possession. I wouldn’t know what to do without it, even now that they no longer come to me. I worry for them, wonder what happened to them and hope for the best.
The one I miss most is Kunzite, of course it is. He always helped me to make sense of the world, knew the answer to everything. And he was kind, in his own way. Ask me to pick one person, dead or alive, to have dinner with. It’s one of those stupid games they make you play during orientation week, and everyone will pick Shakespeare, Einstein or Elvis. I never really play the game because I don’t like lying, and if I told the truth, if I told them that the person I’d like to have dinner with is my guardian from back when I ruled earth, they’d kick me out of university and possibly even the country and I can’t afford that, not after the whole Galaxia/Harvard incident. I may not be able to recover my memories, I may never have a family, but I will be a doctor. I will make people’s lives better. I will be the fucking fairy godmother in someone else’s story; I will make that difference.
And then maybe, just maybe, someone will do the same for me and send my guardians back to me. I need them, especially now that I’m alone here in this strange country. I miss Usagi more than I can say, and while college is great, being lonely is not. Could I socialise more? Yes. Do I want to? No. I don’t long for friends: I long for my family, for my shitennou. Studying keeps me busy, and it’s what I came here for anyway.
Well, time for the library. It’s Friday evening, meaning it will be practically deserted, which is good. There’s a test I need to study for. There always is. And I’ll be damned if I don’t know the answers to every single question.
The End.