And Love Shall Be Born (Sailor Moon, Ami/Ryo)
Title: And Love Shall Be Born
Rating: G
Genre: Romance, fluff
Fandom: Sailor Moon (anime)
Pairing: Ami Mizuno x Ryo Urawa
Summary: Nine years later, they meet again.
Disclaimer: SM © Naoko Takeuchi and TOEI. No copyright infringement intended.
Notes: I don't know where this came from, but I've always loved Amy/Greg when they appeared in the anime. (Though he does drop into limbo after the two episodes in which he appears in.) Not sure about it, kind of seems bland, but really wanted to write something about the two. Written for the weekly summer challenge- member's choice- over at the_circlet, with the prompt 'summer.'
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Ami is twenty-three when she sees him again. She's vacationing on the French Riveria for a month before going back to medical school. She's alone for the time being, having made plans to meet up with the girls during her last week on the Côte d'Azur (baring any official Senshi business that might come and cut her trip short, though highly unlikely).
At first, she doesn't think it's who it really is. When they were in junior high, he had a sweet face, brown hair, bushy eyebrows, and dark-blue eyes. He saw the future, and he knew her true identity. But the person she sees on the beach isn't the sweet, round-faced Ryo Urawa; this man is taller, his face more angular, and sharper. He's older, more filled out in the muscle area, definitely not the same Ryo she knew so long ago.
So she discounts it as nothing more than an old memory trying to resurface, though why she would think of him now all of a sudden is a mystery she can't solve.
*
For as smart as Ami Mizuno is, there are definitely areas in which she acts like a bumbling idiot. Like, for example, love. It still, after all this time, makes her insides twist with nervousness and makes her feel as though she's treading on land mines.
There were many reasons why her and Ryo didn't work out when they were younger, and Ami was relieved then, but now, now she wonders what sort of person Ryo is. Has he changed dramatically? Or is he still the same, only with minor differences that a person who has known him for so long could distinguish?
But, most importantly, she keeps wondering about how it'd be to date him again.
*
She keeps going back to the same beach, wondering if she'll see him again today, gathering up the courage to talk to him if, by some miracle, she does see him.
The eighty-two degree weather in Nice is pleasant, and Ami spends the mornings and afternoons on the shingle beach, reading and every once in a while looking up from her book, always on the lookout for one familiar face.
*
“I thought that was you,” he approaches her blanket the next day, standing directly in front of the sun, shrouded in blackness.
“I thought I saw you last week as well, but I wasn't sure.”
He laughs, and it's the same laugh he's had before too, shy and unassuming. “I wasn't sure either, you've changed. Not that it's a bad change, a good one, you just look different.” He fiddles with his hands.
“I'll take that as a compliment,” she laughs humorously, motioning for him to take a seat beside her on the blue beach towel.
“So, how have you been?”
“Good.” He blushes slightly. “You?”
“Very well.”
“Fought any youma lately?”
She laughs. “No, Ryo, there haven't been any youma to fight for a long time. It's been peaceful. I bet you know what's going to come though.”
“I do. But don't worry, I haven't told anyone.”
“I know you wouldn't. Hey- thanks, you know. For knowing and not saying anything to anyone else, even after all this time. I know it must've been pretty overwhelming to find out that Sailor Senshi existed back then.”
“Oh, it's okay. I mean I had ample time to get used to the idea knowing it'd happen before it did.”
A comfortable silence descends on them. They watch the people swimming in the water, the hot Mediterranean sun beating down on them.
Ami's stomach, however, is fluttering like it used to do when she was a fourteen-year-old girl, and had met Ryo for the first time. She wants so much to talk more, doesn't want the day to end, but knows it must. She fingers the cover of her book, staring at it intently.
“Would you like...”
“Do you want to...”
They both start at the same time, glancing at each other, then quickly looking away laughing in embarrassment.
“You first,” Ryo gestures for her to continue. And damn it, she's supposed to be over her shyness by now. Well, one would think.
“Um, I was just wondering if you'd like to join me for dinner tonight?” Ami looks pointedly at his shoulder, not daring to look straight at him.
He smiles brightly. “I was going to ask you the same thing.”
“Really?” She thinks she can look at him now, so she does, and gives him a smile in return.
“I don't want to stop talking to you,” he admits.
“Me either.”
They end up chatting until the sun almost sets, the time having gotten away from them. They reluctantly part ways with the agreement to meet later at one of the local restaurants.
Ami heads back to her hotel, her chest still not feeling any lighter- it seems there are even more butterflies occupying her insides now- but the trepidation she once used to feel at even the slight mention of romance is lesser now, not so frightening anymore- more of a good frightening, like when your stomach feels like it's dropping to the ground on a roller-coaster ride.
It feels like maybe, this time, they could have something.
Rating: G
Genre: Romance, fluff
Fandom: Sailor Moon (anime)
Pairing: Ami Mizuno x Ryo Urawa
Summary: Nine years later, they meet again.
Disclaimer: SM © Naoko Takeuchi and TOEI. No copyright infringement intended.
Notes: I don't know where this came from, but I've always loved Amy/Greg when they appeared in the anime. (Though he does drop into limbo after the two episodes in which he appears in.) Not sure about it, kind of seems bland, but really wanted to write something about the two. Written for the weekly summer challenge- member's choice- over at the_circlet, with the prompt 'summer.'
*
Ami is twenty-three when she sees him again. She's vacationing on the French Riveria for a month before going back to medical school. She's alone for the time being, having made plans to meet up with the girls during her last week on the Côte d'Azur (baring any official Senshi business that might come and cut her trip short, though highly unlikely).
At first, she doesn't think it's who it really is. When they were in junior high, he had a sweet face, brown hair, bushy eyebrows, and dark-blue eyes. He saw the future, and he knew her true identity. But the person she sees on the beach isn't the sweet, round-faced Ryo Urawa; this man is taller, his face more angular, and sharper. He's older, more filled out in the muscle area, definitely not the same Ryo she knew so long ago.
So she discounts it as nothing more than an old memory trying to resurface, though why she would think of him now all of a sudden is a mystery she can't solve.
*
For as smart as Ami Mizuno is, there are definitely areas in which she acts like a bumbling idiot. Like, for example, love. It still, after all this time, makes her insides twist with nervousness and makes her feel as though she's treading on land mines.
There were many reasons why her and Ryo didn't work out when they were younger, and Ami was relieved then, but now, now she wonders what sort of person Ryo is. Has he changed dramatically? Or is he still the same, only with minor differences that a person who has known him for so long could distinguish?
But, most importantly, she keeps wondering about how it'd be to date him again.
*
She keeps going back to the same beach, wondering if she'll see him again today, gathering up the courage to talk to him if, by some miracle, she does see him.
The eighty-two degree weather in Nice is pleasant, and Ami spends the mornings and afternoons on the shingle beach, reading and every once in a while looking up from her book, always on the lookout for one familiar face.
*
“I thought that was you,” he approaches her blanket the next day, standing directly in front of the sun, shrouded in blackness.
“I thought I saw you last week as well, but I wasn't sure.”
He laughs, and it's the same laugh he's had before too, shy and unassuming. “I wasn't sure either, you've changed. Not that it's a bad change, a good one, you just look different.” He fiddles with his hands.
“I'll take that as a compliment,” she laughs humorously, motioning for him to take a seat beside her on the blue beach towel.
“So, how have you been?”
“Good.” He blushes slightly. “You?”
“Very well.”
“Fought any youma lately?”
She laughs. “No, Ryo, there haven't been any youma to fight for a long time. It's been peaceful. I bet you know what's going to come though.”
“I do. But don't worry, I haven't told anyone.”
“I know you wouldn't. Hey- thanks, you know. For knowing and not saying anything to anyone else, even after all this time. I know it must've been pretty overwhelming to find out that Sailor Senshi existed back then.”
“Oh, it's okay. I mean I had ample time to get used to the idea knowing it'd happen before it did.”
A comfortable silence descends on them. They watch the people swimming in the water, the hot Mediterranean sun beating down on them.
Ami's stomach, however, is fluttering like it used to do when she was a fourteen-year-old girl, and had met Ryo for the first time. She wants so much to talk more, doesn't want the day to end, but knows it must. She fingers the cover of her book, staring at it intently.
“Would you like...”
“Do you want to...”
They both start at the same time, glancing at each other, then quickly looking away laughing in embarrassment.
“You first,” Ryo gestures for her to continue. And damn it, she's supposed to be over her shyness by now. Well, one would think.
“Um, I was just wondering if you'd like to join me for dinner tonight?” Ami looks pointedly at his shoulder, not daring to look straight at him.
He smiles brightly. “I was going to ask you the same thing.”
“Really?” She thinks she can look at him now, so she does, and gives him a smile in return.
“I don't want to stop talking to you,” he admits.
“Me either.”
They end up chatting until the sun almost sets, the time having gotten away from them. They reluctantly part ways with the agreement to meet later at one of the local restaurants.
Ami heads back to her hotel, her chest still not feeling any lighter- it seems there are even more butterflies occupying her insides now- but the trepidation she once used to feel at even the slight mention of romance is lesser now, not so frightening anymore- more of a good frightening, like when your stomach feels like it's dropping to the ground on a roller-coaster ride.
It feels like maybe, this time, they could have something.