That Special Magic
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A Sekkushiaru Roman
featuring characters from the anime "Sailor Moon"> Chapter 39 - Evolution <
"Just where are we going?" Makoto asked, as she and Shinozaki sat together on a bus. "This bus doesn't take us back to my place."
"I know that," he said with a smile.
The bus pulled to a stop and Shinozaki rose to his feet.
"Here we are," he said.
She glanced around as they stepped off the bus. They were close to the waterfront. As they walked along the street, she saw a large warehouse building. She had never been here before, but immediately knew what it was.
"The fish market!" she exclaimed excitedly. "This place is supposed to have some of the best fresh fish in the city! Do you know what I could do with some of this?"
He grinned. "Actually, no. But then, I'm not a master chef."
She slapped his arm lightly, then dragged him forward.
He grinned as he saw her eager enthusiasm. Around them, a number of booths were set up with various offerings. At the far end, a large group of people were gathered in a loud and boisterous commotion.
"I wonder what's going on over there," he said.
"I think those are the professional buyers... They purchase for the restaurants," she said, leading him toward several booths. "I don't have that type of money to spend... and of course I have no need for 300 kilos of fish."
He cringed. "I certainly hope not... And I'm afraid I couldn't help you carry it all. I'm not that much of a gentleman."
She laughed. "So, my gallant Shinozaki has his limits."
"I'm afraid so," he said. "We can't all be superheroes."
She glared at him, then turned her attention to one of the booths. "Say, how do you feel about eel?"
"Before or after you've worked your culinary magic?"
"My... Someone's in a good mood," she said with a grin. "I meant after, of course."
"In that case, eel is fine," he said. "I don't think I've ever known you to make anything that wasn't excellent."
"Such flattery," she exclaimed.
"Well, it's usually not a good idea to insult the chef before the meal," he laughed. "But really, I do think you're a great cook."
She grinned, then nodded. "Thank you... And you know, it's nicer to be cooking for more than just myself. It's nice to know someone else likes it too."
"You know I like your cooking," he said.
She stepped closer to the booth and looked at the eels in the tank, then looked up at the attendant. "These seem a bit small for freshwater eels."
"These are from the north," the attendant said. "They tend to run small this time of the year."
"Really?" Makoto looked skeptical, studying the eels closely and thoughtfully.
"If you are interested in larger eels, we have some ocean-grown eels over here..."
Makoto shook her head. "I prefer the taste of the freshwater eel."
"Certainly," the attendant said, nodding. "Are you familiar with handling live eels?"
"Of course," Makoto said. She continued to look at them, considering. "I'll take six, please."
The attendant nodded, reaching for a basket to scoop the eels out of the tank. She placed six in a small bucket with some water, then securely attached a lid. Makoto retrieved her wallet from her purse and paid the woman. "Thank you," the woman said.
"Thank you," Makoto replied with a bow.
"So... eel for dinner," Shinozaki said as they turned away.
"That's right," she said. "I came across a great recipe idea a while ago and I've been just dying to try it."
"Are we going to get anything else while we're here?" he asked.
She looked around as they walked. "It's really tempting," she sighed. "But I'd just have to freeze it, which kind of defeats the purpose of buying it fresh... Maybe I'll have to come back here again."
He grinned. "Especially when you have your own restaurant."
"Oh, definitely," she agreed. "But that may be a while, I'm afraid."
They left the fish market and walked back toward the bus stop. "Well, once you finish culinary school..."
"Then I have to apprentice with an established chef," she said. "You have to have a solid reputation to be able to open your own place... Otherwise you can't attract backers or guests."
He nodded. "Backing shouldn't be too much of a problem... I mean, you have your trust fund."
She shook her head. "That provides me with rent and living expenses, and insures I'll have money for tuition... but I can't afford to tap that out. It's my safety-net. And even if I did, it's not really enough to do the job right."
"It was just a thought," he said. "What about Mamoru-san? I doubt he would be averse to backing you... when you're ready, that is."
"Maybe... but even he will want to see a solid business plan, to be sure there will be a return on his investment," she said. "There are a lot of restaurants in Tokyo. The competition is fierce."
"But it's a very big, very crowded city," he reminded her. "That means lots of hungry people."
"True... but there is still a lot of competition," she said. "And a lot of restaurants still fail."
He nodded. "Well, I don't think you need to worry about that today..."
"No," she agreed, motioning him toward the bus. "Right now I just cook for my friends."
"And I'm very happy to be included in that," he said.
"You are at the top of that list," she said.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
After returning to her apartment, Makoto covered the eels in ice to make them docile.
"They look pretty much asleep," Shinozaki said. "Now what?"
"Set one on the carving board for me," she said, retrieving some cooking sake. "Then I'll take care of it."
"OK," he said. The eel was still moving lazily as he picked it up. "Here you are."
She stepped up next to him. "Not like that!" she exclaimed. "You have to turn it over. I can't slice it open from the belly."
"Oh, right. The old samurai suicide thing," he said, rotating the eel to allow her to cut along the back.
"That's right," she said. She made one quick slice with her knife at the base of the head, then began to cut along the eel's length. "Oh, this is very nice."
"I'm glad it's you doing that and not me," he said, shaking his head.
"A bit squeamish, are you?" she asked with a grin.
"Maybe," he said. "I've never been much into that... I remember my grandfather trying to teach me how to clean fish..."
She laughed. "Yes, I've heard about that... Remember that summer I went with you to visit him?"
He nodded. "He'd pretty much given up on me by that point... Although I could hold my own when it came to catching them."
"And your grandmother and I took over the task of cleaning and preparing them," she said. "I really enjoyed that... I learned a lot from her. Hand me another eel, please."
He reached into the bucket, pulling out an eel. "Here you are."
She laid it down on the carving board and quickly sliced it open.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
"That was outstanding, as always," Shinozaki said. "But at this rate, I may start putting on weight."
"Sorry," she said. "The chef assumes no responsibility for the diner overeating." She looked at him with a grin. "But I am glad you liked it."
He nodded. "Most definitely... But now, please let me handle the clean up. You've already put in a lot of work."
"OK," she agreed, rising to her feet. "I'm going to get my books and try to do some homework."
He nodded as he stood up, then collected the dishes and carried them back into the kitchen.
She walked into her bedroom and took down her hair. As she stood there, a vision of the past suddenly swept over her, showing him stepping up to her and taking her in his arms for a deep, passionate kiss. She gasped and shook her head, trying to clear away this image. Sitting down on her bed, she again felt a powerful warmth of emotion swelling within her, along with a clear sensation of arousal.
Ever since he had come to stay with her, she had been fighting to maintain her self control. She knew Usagi and Ami had resumed intimate relationships with their past loves, but she still felt a certain reluctance. There was no difficulty for her in accepting that Shinozaki was her soul mate. He knew her better than anyone else; in some ways, better even than she knew herself. He was the best friend she had ever had, and she was extremely reluctant to risk that. She could talk with him and share things with him in ways she could not with anyone else. She treasured their ability to connect that way, and feared that a change in their relationship could cost them that.
In the kitchen, Shinozaki took his time cleaning up, preferring a slow and careful approach. As he finished, he glanced back to see Makoto sitting on the couch, reading. He smiled as he saw her there with her hair down. He was glad to be here with her. They seemed to relate to each other so well, as they always had. More and more he could understand how his past self could have come to fall in love with her. Makoto was definitely the most important person in his life, and he treasured their friendship above all else.
Emerging from the kitchen, he sat down in a chair and opened a book, turning his attention to his own homework. He turned a page, when another image of the past consumed him. His body immediately began to respond. He shifted position uncomfortably and took a breath, trying to put away such thoughts.
She turned. "Are you OK?"
"Yes... I'm fine," he said softly.
Her gaze lingered on him for a moment, then she nodded and returned her attention to her book. She had a pretty good idea of what he had just experienced, still going through much the same herself. As she tried to focus on her studies, her mind kept wandering.
He sighed, also having difficulty concentrating. "Mako-chan?"
She looked over at him. "Yes?"
"Uhm, have you... ah, given much thought, uh, about your past life?" he asked.
She smiled and nodded. "Yes... and particularly about those I... I cared for."
"Really?... Anyone, uhm, in particular?"
"I suspect you already know the answer to that," she said softly.
He glanced over at her, feeling a warm flush spreading across his cheeks.
"Have you been remembering?" she asked.
He nodded. "Some of it has been quite... uhm, detailed."
She nodded. "Yes. I know."
He was silent for a moment, struggling with his thoughts and feelings. "I... I just don't want to see this... spoil our friendship."
"I know. I feel the same," she agreed. "But I don't think it will."
He looked at her for a long moment, then his gaze fell back to his book. Finally, he set the book aside rose to his feet, stretching. "I'm going to change."
"Alright."
After he had gone into his room and closed the door, she sat up, switched off the lights, and went to her own room. Slipping off her clothes, she then pulled on a bathrobe. As she changed, she heard him enter the bathroom. She sat down on her bed and removed the necklace Usagi had made for her, which she had worn all day. Finally, she stood up again and walked out of her room.
He emerged from the bathroom to find her standing there. "Mako-chan... I'm sorry. Did I keep you waiting?"
She shook her head. "No. Not at all... I was just going to take a shower."
He nodded, then stepped aside. "Go right ahead."
She started to move when their eyes met. Her heart was pounding as powerful emotions swelled within her. His eyes seemed locked with her own, and she gasped for breath as she came to fully realize, for the first time in this life at least, just how very handsome he was. She swallowed hard, suddenly feeling very unsteady on her feet.
He felt the same as he found himself looking deep into her eyes. His best friend was a very beautiful young woman, and he was fully appreciating that beauty, feeling his heart and his body responding. She started to move, but tipped forward. He quickly reached out to steady her, having her stumble into his arms. The warmth of her body felt incredibly good against his own, and without any conscious thought, he leaned closer. She responded immediately, and their lips came together while her arms slid around him. He had never kissed a girl before, but the sensation felt so incredibly right that it took his breath away. Memories of their past life swelled within him, urging him to take things still farther.
She sighed as their kiss continued. As their bodies pressed together, she could feel his clear, unmistakable physical response. Memories welled up within her as well, trying to drive her on. Slowly, their lips separated and she took a breath.
"Shinozaki," she gasped.
"Mako-chan," he whispered. "I... I didn't mean for that..."
"Neither did I," she said softly. "But I... have to say... I don't regret it."
He smiled and nodded. As he held her in his arms, he had no desire to release her, instead leaning forward to kiss her again. She tightened her embrace of him, and he suddenly felt her tongue brushing his lips. Responding instinctively, his mouth slipped opened and her tongue eased across his lip. He groaned softly as passion swelled within him and his manhood grew still harder with arousal.
"Oh, wow," she gasped, as they finally separated. She could feel the swollen mass of his arousal through his pajama pants, even as her insides ran hot and wet. "That was incredible."
He just nodded, struggling to maintain his last remaining bit of self control.
She too was wrestling with her desires. A part of her was quite happy to just go for it right there and then. Another part, however, continued to urge restraint. She lightly brushed her lips across his once more, still savoring the feel of his body against her own.
He looked into her eyes as more memories of the past swept over him, sapping still more at his self control.
She smiled at him. "Uhm, would you... be willing... ah, I mean... would you mind... uh, if we... took a shower together?" Her cheeks flushed. A part of her could hardly believe she was asking that, while another part insisted there was nothing at all wrong about it.
He swallowed as a similar conflict raged within him. Yet, this was Makoto, and he had always been able to trust her with anything, to share anything with her. He knew she was experiencing powerful emotions and longings just as he was. She had been his best friend for almost as long as he could remember. They had always been there for each other, and now he found himself wanting her to be with him in a different way. Even as a bit of uncertainty remained, he nodded.
She grinned, then stepped back, leading him into the bathroom.
He swung the door closed, then reached out for the belt of her robe, giving her time to tell him to stop. When she didn't, he untied the belt and her robe slipped open. She then slid it off, letting it drop to the floor. He gasped as his eyes swept over her naked form, finally seeing in the flesh a sight he had only seen before in his dreams. His best friend had most definitely grown up. She was incredibly beautiful, and very sexy.
"Mako-chan... You're incredible," he sighed.
She smiled, then reached for his t-shirt. He raised his arms as she slid it up and tossed it aside. She ran her hands over his chest, playfully letting one finger caress his nipple. Sliding her hands down over his abdomen, she quickly reached the waistband of his pajamas. She could still see the form of his hardness pressing outward against the fabric, feeling her insides responding. Her fingers slid into the waistband and she began to work his pajamas down. In only a moment, the tip of his manhood appeared, swollen large and purple. She let his pants drop, standing there staring at his engorged member. The arousal within her grew still stronger. As she stared at his erect penis, a part of her could hardly believe this was the boy she had grown up with. With hardly a thought, she let her fingers slide along his shaft, marveling at the feel of his smooth flesh. As she reached his tip, she realized what she had done and pulled her hand away.
"Oh, uhm... sorry," she muttered.
He nodded, hardly able to believe what he was feeling. "Ah, no problem," he said softly.
She stepped back, struggling with the powerful emotions and yearnings swelling within her. Her eyes again took in his nudity, before settling once more on his swollen manhood, which seemed to point straight at her. Finally, she turned away and turned on the water for the shower.
He watched her move, still amazed at what he was seeing. Still being a relatively average teenage boy, his gaze had immediately been drawn to her full, shapely breasts, but had then moved down to realize her pubic mound was clean shaven. He had never really thought about it, but now recalled clearly that she had been the same in the past. As she turned, he found himself admiring the well-rounded curve of her young bottom. He felt a renewed flush spread across his cheeks as his body responded to her. She stepped into the tub and he followed her. Memories stirred unbidden, and with hardly a thought, he found himself reaching for the soap. Water was running over her bare flesh as she leaned back to wet her hair. She leaned forward, and he began to apply soap along her arms.
Blinking, she looked at him, feeling his hands slide up toward her shoulders. The sensation of familiarity grew still stronger. Their eyes met and she felt her heart pounding. His hands, strong and firm yet remarkably sensitive on her skin moved down off her shoulders, and her breath grew short. His fingers slid over her breasts, bringing a soft groan from her. Suddenly, one of his fingertips brushed over her nipple and she gasped as a burst of pleasure washed over her.
He felt a shiver run through her as he continued to very gently caress her breasts, admiring the feel of her soft, smooth flesh. Her nipples had swollen to firm points, and her body responded as his fingers brushed across them.
"Oh, Shinozaki," she gasped.
"Mako-chan," he sighed.
Finally, he slid his hands down over her abdomen, and then ran one hand across her pubic mound. She trembled again as his fingers slid between her legs.
"How long have you been shaving there?" he asked.
She took a breath, her insides on fire from what he was doing to her. "Hmm? Oh... Maybe a year or so... I just found I preferred it..."
"Just like in the past," he said.
She blinked and looked at him in surprise. "I hadn't remembered that... Not until just now."
He nodded, then acting on impulse, leaned forward and kissed her lips. She slid her arms around him and sighed into the kiss.
"Oh, wow," she sighed. "I can't believe what you're doing to me."
"How about what you're doing to me?" he asked, groaning as she rubbed against his bulging penis.
She smiled, feeling his mass against her abdomen. An incredible warmth and wetness spread through her. There was no turning back now. Her feelings for him had gone far beyond simple friendship. Even as her body hungered powerfully for him, she knew in her heart that the fates had made them to be together as lovers and soul-mates. She kissed him in return, easing his mouth open with her own and letting her tongue dance with his own.
He enfolded her in his arms, then ran his hands down her back and on to her bottom as the water washed over them both. They gasped for breath as they finally broke their kiss. He looked into her eyes, amazed that he had never before realized just how incredibly beautiful she was. She turned around to rinse herself off, and he quickly applied more soap to his hands and ran them over her back.
"That feels nice," she sighed.
She turned around again, taking him in her arms once more and kissing him. As their naked bodies pressed together, a powerful warmth swelled still more powerfully within her, taking her breath away.
As they separated, she drew him into the water, then reached for soap. She admired the feel of his chest under her hands as she ran the soap over him. Moving down across his abdomen, she smiled with anticipation. Her hand slid along his penis, stroking it in her fingers.
"Oh, Mako-chan," he groaned, his entire body trembling as she slowly and firmly caressed him.
She thrilled to the feel of his member in her hand, and the response she was producing in him. Soon, though, she withdrew her hand, letting him rinse himself off. Reaching back, she picked up the shampoo, pouring some out and working it into his hair.
"You like sharing a shower?" she asked with a grin.
"Yes," he said. "As long as it's with a certain beautiful young woman."
"Did you have anyone in particular in mind?"
He nodded. "Definitely my best friend."
She smiled as she rinsed his hair. "Is that all that I am?"
"No... You're much more... Definitely much more."
"So are you," she said softly. "Much more."
They switched positions once more, and he took the shampoo to start washing her hair, going over it slowly and carefully. He was finding this to be remarkably pleasant and enjoyable.
She sighed happily as he rinsed her hair.
"You like this?" he asked.
"Oh, yes," she sighed, enjoying the feel of being pampered.
He took her in his arms again and their lips came together. The power of his feelings for her continued to leave him breathless. Her hands swept across his back, and their bodies rubbed together, his penis throbbing as she pressed against it.
She gasped for breath as she stepped back, then reached down to turn off the water. He slid the shower curtain open and reached for towels, handing her one.
"Thank you," she said, wiping her face, then wrapping her hair in the towel.
"You're welcome, beautiful."
She looked over at him and smiled. Picking up another towel, she started drying herself off.
They stepped out of the tub, and she reached for her hair dryer. She removed the towel from her hair and switched on the dryer. He wrapped his towel around his waist and stepped past her. As he moved, she quickly set down her brush and grabbed his towel, pulling it away.
"Mako-chan!" he objected.
She grinned, holding his towel. "I'm just admiring the view... Since it's just you and me, it seems such a shame to keep covered up, you know."
"Oh, really? And what about you?" He darted forward and pulled at her towel, leaving her naked as well.
She giggled. "I don't mind."
She dropped his towel to the floor, and resumed drying her hair. After a few minutes, she switched off the hair dryer and left the bathroom. He was standing at the door to her room, waiting for her. Still completely naked, he bowed dramatically.
"Is there any way I may assist you, beautiful lady?" he asked.
She giggled. "You goof. You are terrible... But I think I might be able to think of something."
He smiled. "I thought you might."
She took his hand and drew him into her room after her. They came together, enfolding each other tightly, lips pressing to one another, and tongues probing deeply. As they continued to kiss, she pulled him back toward her bed.
"Oh, Shinozaki," she sighed. "I love you... more than anything."
"I love you, Mako-chan," he whispered. "I think I always have... You've always been the most special person in my life."
She smiled happily, then kissed him again.
Stepping back, she slipped into bed, watching as he followed her, feeling a powerful anticipation swelling within her. They kissed again, and she brushed her hand along the length of his manhood. He suddenly grinned, then slid down and pressed his lips over one of her nipples, suckling it firmly. She gasped as intense bursts of pleasure swept out from her breast as he sucked at it. His tongue rasped across her nipple, then he opened his mouth wide, taking the aroused, sensitive flesh around her nipple into his mouth. Her insides were on fire with an overwhelming passion.
He kissed her nipple once more, then slip back up to take her lips with his own. She had long been the most important person in his life, and now he fully understood the extent of his feelings for her. Pent up feelings, some left over from a previous life time, yearned for release. He sighed, then kissed her deeply and passionately. One hand slid down over the smooth flesh of her pubic mound, quickly finding her nether lips, already dripping wet with her own passion and arousal.
She groaned as his finger caressed her nether lips, then began to slip into her. A soft tremor ran through her. Suddenly, his finger stroked forward inside her, brushing over her highly aroused pleasure point. She gasped and her entire body shook as raw carnal fire coursed through her nerves. His finger had immediately pulled away, but he quickly resumed his gentle caress, driving her wild with pleasure. She lost all track of time as he swept her higher, but gasped as he plunged two fingers into her channel.
"Oh, gods," she groaned. "So good."
He smiled and kissed her, thrilled that he was giving her such pleasure. His fingers continued to sweep inside her as he carefully worked to give the young woman he loved as much pleasure as he could.
Her body shook uncontrollably and she cried out as she was swept away in orgasm. Even as her body was consumed utterly with raw ecstasy, his fingers still probed maddeningly within her. She gasped for breath, feeling shocks of pleasure bursting from her hyper-sensitive pleasure point. Soon, although she really could not say for sure just how long it was, she again soared to climax.
"Oh Shinozaki, my love," she sighed.
"You liked that?"
"Oh, yes... Very much," she said softly.
"I 'm glad." He kissed her lips, then lay back.
As he lay his head on the pillow, she suddenly moved over him, caressing his chest with her hands.
"But just now I need more," she whispered, her voice thick with passion.
"I want to make the girl I love happy," he said.
She grinned and slid herself back, quickly feeling his swollen tip rubbing against her nether lips. Bracing herself, she began to ease herself down, gasping as his mass began to spread her virgin opening so wide. His tip slipped fully into her and she held still for a moment, savoring the feel of him there, and waiting for her inner muscles to relax. Slowly, she began to take him deeper, groaning as his bulging manhood edged still farther into her. She clenched her eyes shut and pushed herself down, feeling a burst of pain as she fully impaled herself on his shaft, which was quickly followed by an incredible warmth and pleasure as he filled her up so perfectly. Taking a deep breath, she looked down at him. One of his hands rested on her hip, while the other slid gently up her side. His eyes were half closed and she could see a joy in his face to match her own. She could hardly believe it as she sat there atop this young man who was her best friend and now her lover, holding him deep inside herself, joining their two bodies together as one, just as the fates had joined their souls from the very beginning.
"Mako-chan... darling," he sighed, flush with an overwhelming joy at being made one with her.
He slid his hands up to caress her breasts as she began to move up and down on his penis. Her motion was slow to start with but quickly grew more sure as she became used to it. He groaned with delight, flushed with incredible pleasure. As she moved, he began to thrust up through his hips to meet her motions, finding it seemed to add to her pleasure. Her motions grew more frantic, and he found himself struggling to hold back.
She cried out with joy as she thrust up and down on his shaft. Still more pleasure radiated outward from her breasts as his fingers brushed her incredibly sensitive nipples. She plunged herself down on his member, thrilling to the feel of him within her, and quickly soaring again to her peak, crying out with raw pleasure. Trembling above him, she took a breath then leaned down to kiss his lips. As she sat back up, she resumed her motions on his long, thick manhood. He thrust up powerfully as she shifted position. Suddenly, a raw, overwhelming pleasure tore through her like an unstoppable force, sweeping her immediately to climax once more.
"Oh, gods!" she cried. "Yes!"
He swept his hands over her back as her head rolled from side to side and she plunged herself up and down, up and down, up and down on his shaft with seeming desperation.
"Oh yes, darling," he gasped.
She cried out wordlessly, quickly discovering how to repeat the experience, and carrying herself away in just a few more strokes. Though already feeling spent, she continued to move, unwilling to stop with his beautiful, warm mass filling her up. He pressed one hand firmly into her bottom and groaned as his entire body thrust up powerfully. She cried out sharply as his member plunged deep into her womanhood, sweeping her to orgasm yet again, even as he erupted in his own climax, pouring himself deep into her.
"Oh, Mako-chan," he sighed, feeling totally and blissfully spent as he emptied himself into her.
"My love," she whispered, lowering herself over him and feeling his arms enfolding her. "That was... incredible."
"I couldn't agree more," he said, softly kissing her cheek. "I love you."
"I love you."
She remained still, just enjoying the feel of his body against her own and of his warmth spreading within her. This was the most beautiful experience she had ever known, and it just seemed so right that she should have done this with him. He kissed her cheek again and she sighed happily.
"I think I could get used to this," she sighed.
"So could I, darling," he said.
They held each other for several more minutes before she finally stirred, gently slipping herself off of him. As she settled alongside him, he pulled the covers up over them and kissed her once more.
"Sleep well," he whispered.
"Most definitely, my love," she sighed happily, snuggling closer. "This is how things were meant to be."
He nodded, his eyes already drifting closed. This was just how things were meant to be between them.< To be continued >
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NOTE: Sorry for the delay. I've had a very busy past few weeks. I should offer a brief explanation of Makoto's aversion to slicing open the eel from the belly. Those of us who are followers of the TV series "Iron Chef" know that chefs in eastern Japan, which includes Tokyo, generally observe a custom from the samurai era equating slicing the belly with "seppiku", the ritual suicide of the defeated samurai, in which a knife is plunged into the belly. Instead, chefs taught in this custom will always slice from the back. As always, special thanks to my very lovely better half, Hopeless Romantic. More to come.Hopeless Romantic and I now have a message group to notify our readers when we post new stories/chapters. Those who are interested can sign up at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/strands_of_moonlight/ .
Always remember, good gentles, that a yarnspinner works from and within existing legends and stories. The characters of "Sailor Moon" belong to others. In spinning my yarns, I do not seek to infringe on their rights of ownership, but merely to join with other fans to spread the legend still further. "The moonlight carries a message of love." Enjoy.
-05.04.2002