A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words
by:Angelstar 1014
E-mail:Angelstar1014@hotmail.com
Rating:G

Hi Minna! Okay this is the second part of my little series, A Star-Crossed 
Love being the first one. This is from the POV of the brains of the Sailor 
Scouts, namely Amy.
I would like to thank my proof-readers, Gatos and MeeMee. Thanks guys, I'd 
be totaly lost without your advice.
Andon with the story!


I look up from the book to see the time. 9:00. I suppose I could do a bit 
more studying, but my heart?s no in it. Instead, I take a piece of paper out 
from one of the drawers of my desk. I start to drew a line.
It surprises most people when they discover I can draw. In truth, I find it 
relaxing.
That line became another, slowly, a face starts to take shape.
Zoisite.
He had such a wonderful face. My mind drifts back to the day I first saw him 
as I add more shadows to the picture.
The princess sneaked off to Earth again and we followed. Venus went off with 
General Kunzite to discuss security measures. Jupiter was quite upset that 
out training session was interrupted. I, for the most part, was relieved.
As nice a Jupiter was as a person, she was just a bit too aggressive for my 
tastes when we spared.
Fortunately for me, a general offered to spar with her, getting me off the 
hook as the saying goes. I must say, I feel a bit sorry for the general, 
Jupiter is quite formidable when she?s upset.
The last general went off to search for the fourth who was apparently AWOL, 
leaving me alone with the prince and princess. They took a walk in the 
gardens with me far enough to be comfortable, yet near enough to remind them 
that they WERE being chaperoned.
While I was there I saw the most beautiful flowers. He called them, ?Roses.?
They were magnificent, with their delicate petals and vast colors. I wish 
they?d grow on the moon.
One day I had some time to myself, so I tried to drew the roses so I could 
see them when we weren?t on Earth. Unfortunately, I wasn?t as good as I am 
now. I sighed in frustration as I crumpled up my 10th attempt.
Really upset, I stood up, aimed for a near by tree and threw the paper at 
it.
I made the motion to throw the paper but realized that the paper was no 
longer in my hand. I turn around to see two green eyes stare into me. I 
notice that he?s holding the paper.
?Now, I don?t think the prince would appreciate it if you made a mess of his 
gardens, do you??
My face turns an awful shade of red. He uncrumpled the paper and studies it 
for a while.
?This is quite good.?
?No, it isn?t? I say, trying my best to reclaim it, but I am one of the 
shorter scouts, and he was quite tall.
?You have some talent, but it isn?t developed enough.? He sits down near the 
roses and motions me to do the same. ?I want you to try again.?
I do try, but soon I start to get frustrated again. Just as I am about to 
quit, his hands are placed upon mine.
?See, try doing this??
He moves my hands for me and says a few more things, but I am too busy 
trying to control the blush on my face and the furious beating in my heart.
I did something totally illogical that day?
I fell in love.
I wanted to sing out to that I had such a wonderful man to love, but we kept 
out silence. To announce our love would destroy the love of our Prince and 
Princess. Zoicite was quite reluctant to our silence, but agreed.
Then, I came of age.
Suitors crowed that Moon Palace as they had done for Jupiter and Mars, and 
still do for Venus. I entertained them as best I could and sent them away.
Zoicite didn?t take my news well.
When the generals were turned, they used his jealousy to make him turn 
against me.
During the attack on the Moon, Zoicite confronted me. He told me that I 
never loved him, that what we had was nothing but a lie. My denials meant 
nothing to him, his eyes were filled with anger, hatred?towards me!
I would have given anything to replace that night, to change it, and rewrite 
it for the better.
I buried myself into my studies, unconsciously I suppose it was to ensure 
that I would never be hurt again, or maybe it was to make sure that I 
wouldn?t give him any more cause to think I betrayed him.
The picture is finished now, and I look at it. His eyes look at me with 
love, not the betrayal that is forever seared into my soul.
I put the picture in my desk, along with dozens of others, wipe the tears 
off of my face, pick up the book and continue to study.

Well? Like it hate it?
Don't ask when my next parts comming out, I'm not sure.

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