AN: Hm...So I've been cooking this one for about 6 months so far...and what started as a 1000 word one shot I wrote at a night club (Since closed down...oh the memories!) has grown to be over 10,000 words long. The plot and idea has changed significantly when I realized..."Hmm...I don't know what or where to go...oh I know...nope doesn't fit...I can't even end it." Anyway so yeah. *Does a Dance*

So I am hoping that you will enjoy it. and if you don't...oh well, *Shrugs*

Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon (DAM!) so of course Haruka and Michiru don't belong to me (I would make them do my house work in way to small maid out fits if I did...oh wait...I didn't...*shrugs* you win some you loose some)

This story is rated M, mostly for a future chapter...where I attempt to use my awesome culinary skills and make you all an awesome Lemon Pie with extra Zest of Lime and Lemon Flavored Sorbet washed worm with a Lime Quencher

Any mistakes, I'm sorry, I've proofed this, my family has proofed this and my dog ate the proofs so sorry! :P Now on to it! Please enjoy!

...Remembering Me Again...

I step back. The darkness my corner once held...now being lit up by the fluent and bright flickers of the strobe light.

I watch you from across the dance floor and cannot fathom the way you are moving to the beat. Your hips fluid in their movements, following the beat of the loud music. That beautiful ruffled light blue skirt, swishing around with your movement.

The bass pumps behind me and it is making my lonely heart skip another beat, just like it skips every time our eyes lock for a brief second. But I am sure that you don't see me from my little corner of this… the pumping dance floor.

The strobe lights cease their infernal fast flickers and I creep back. Back into my dark corner

I assumed that you didn't see me or the way I was looking at you...in awe and fascination. I could swear that you didn't...stake money on that fact.

Confidence I have gathered from watching you, I move out of the corner and move across the dance floor. Around all of the bumping and grinding bodies which seemingly, are closing in on me, surrounding me, crowding within the tiny space I had, I was focused solely on you. I pulled up short behind you, and took a deep breath. I am drawn to you, and only you, just like before, do you remember? The flawless movements of those around me do not compare to the fluidness of your movements.

I wish the words which plague my mind at this very second would make their way from up there, in the impenetrable fortress of my mind and down and out of my mouth, but no. All I let out is a squeak. This simple sound doesn't slip past your sharp hearing as the current track begins silencing in preparation for a track change.

You turn. It surprises me. You look me up and down briefly.

"Nani?" Those deep blue eyes of yours pierce and bore deep into my soul, burning into my being. They meet my own teal eyes, and I am at a loss, of what to say, or what to do. I do the only thing I can think of in that moment. I look down to the floor. It seems so interesting right now. My cheeks burn and I can feel the pink flush adorning them right now.

Taking this moment I look back up and shoot my award winning (which award I don't know) smile. I back off very slowly, which doesn't go unnoticed and your eyes keep following me as I slink back, back into my dark corner of the clubs dance floor, or so I think. One of your eyebrows rises slowly...oh so very slowly. I start wondering if I am wrong, and keep asking myself 'Do you remember me?'

I am at a loss as to what to do now. I keep my eyes transfixed onto yours and I continue my careful and slow pace backwards, dodging all of the moving and grinding bodies around me.

It then dawns on me that if I keep moving, and go back to my dark corner of the dance floor, you will know where my safe spot is. So I make an unconscious decision and take a side step...and another, carefully maneuvering around a sweaty couples dancing in-between me and my destination...the door. I know where this door leads, and the quiet safety it will bring to me. A quieter and more romantic part of the club. Where liquor flows, the sound of glasses being clinked resonates as well as being the first point of call for most when they arrive.

You don't look away as take my leave and turn to head out of the door.

Free at last, from your mystifying and alluring eyes, your gaze in which held me captive. I retreat as quickly as I could now. My feet carrying and moving me, as if on auto pilot. I am heading straight for another dark corner of another room, where people can't see me, but I can see them.

It is possibly one of the strangest things they will see all night...well, maybe not, knowing this place like I do. All of the staff know me and know where they can find me. As dark as I believe the corners are, they are not as dark as the Deep and far reach of my mind. My brain fighting with the pull of my heart to stop running and just talk to you for a change. Where it is coming from I have no idea. I mean, I've spoken to you before, so why am I worried now. Oh, that's right. Public domain. Low profile. I'm out of the public eye, as are you right now. I'm such a regular, my stardom doesn't count here. I'm not too sure about you though. Have you been swamped for an autograph, a photograph or have you blended into the crowd?

I make it to the safety of this corner. A dark corner of the room where I will stay and watch the world go by.

A love song plays on the stereo system of this dance floor. It makes me wish that you were here and would join me in an exquisite and passion filled dance. But these thoughts are quickly pushed as side when it dawns upon me that you may not have any interest in me. Again, why would you...the quiet loner who sits all alone outside taking puff after puff of my rich flavored cigarettes. Who can skull back beer as though it is water, with no shame at all? Who races cars and is interested in Mechanics? Why would I interest you...who would be interested in me? Answer me that. I am taken back into my thoughts briefly of the meeting when we…I shook my head and clear my thoughts. As I take a moment to look around at my surroundings, trying to reestablish my where bouts, I see you. You fly past the door which leads to this dance floor, moving towards both the entrance and the exit. Maybe you are leaving. Or maybe...just maybe you are staying. I move slowly towards a couch and take a quick look towards the entrance. The lovely Drag Queen, who sits at the door greeting all who enter with a smile and a polite demand for the cover fee, is gesturing to someone. I can't make out who is talking to her, but I notice who they are pointing out and my breath hitches. She points at none other than me. Lonely little me, who was making their way to the couch. The Drag Queen smiles and winks in my direction.

I can't believe what or in fact who I see peer around the corner. A beautiful smile on your face and a sparkle in your eyes. I blush a bright red and look down towards the floor. My heart going a million miles a second as my brain fights to catch up.

What thoughts in deed are flooding my mind I can barely make out and I see you thank the drag queen and walk over to where I stand, glued to the floor.

You stop short and smile. It is a very captivating and friendly smile, but what motives are behind that smile I wonder.. Be they good or bad, I can't tell. I can't read the smile. Not one bit. All I know is they you are here, in front of me, and I can hardly breathe. I smile. A real and honest smile. I offer my hand, to which you reply by staring into my eyes, and take my offered hand. I pull you just a bit closer and move to place my other hand on your hip, in an attempt to sweep you off your feet in a dance. A dance befitting the song currently gracing the sound system and my ears.

As I move to place my hand on your hip I stop, looking up. Standing in the door way, your friend is poised against the door frame. The magical air which was surrounding us has suddenly gone, and I move to quickly remove my hand from yours, dropping them at my sides as my gaze lowers.

Your hand still outstretched, sadness crosses your beautiful blue eyes. I look up at that moment to see it all. At least I can read that. That emotion, that is currently in your beautiful eyes. It's now or never I decide as a take your hand again in my own and lift your hand towards my lips. I kiss your hand gently, feeling sparks and crashing waves of pleasure engulf me. Your eyes flash with amusement and for a moment I believe I see joy, although it still escapes me as to why. I smile; I am overjoyed and can't believe my luck. We have barely said a thing to one another, but it is as if we do not have to. They say the eyes are the entrance to ones soul, and at this moment I would believe it.

But alas, good times do not last, especially for me. As soon as I withdraw my lips from the back of your hand, your friend has moved over to us, taking your free hand and begins to lead you out of the room, throwing over her shoulder a smile, which makes me shudder, followed by 'I thought you needed the bathroom, not go off and look for her.' She pointed in my general direction, but I had already moved. Moved away. Towards my dark corner. Where I am once again alone.

Those few moments do not escape me, and the vision of you will be in my though, dreams and my mind. I can already imagine your aqua hair running through my fingers as I tell you how beautiful you look. Of opening my cars door for you, putting the roof down and allowing the cool spring and hot summer air blow through our hair as a race down the oceans winding road.

I sigh, and run my fingers through my short blond hair. It's a long and lonely few minutes as I gather my thoughts. I decide to pull a smoke from my semi crushed soft pack and make haste to move outside.

Entering the crowded and loud beer garden I placed the currently named comfort stick in my mouth and light it up, with the swift movement of my finger along the rough trigger of my cheep lighter.

A long drag, it's almost soothing as I drawback and exhale shortly after, the smoke which was just filling my lungs. I pick the smoke up and take a long hard look at it before placing it back between my lips and take another drag. Shorter this time.

My eyes scan the beer garden. I am looking at all the patrons. The ones I know, the ones I don't. All of the regulars and the ones who I have never seen before. I know you aren't a regular. I have seen you on occasion. Perhaps when your schedule allows? But I know that you dance until dawn. And oh how I wish I could dance with you. Take your delicate hand in my own larger one and ask for this dance, while drowning in those deep ocean blue eyes of yours, being privileged to see you smile and then being able to gift you with a real smile of my own.

I take one last drag on my smoke, much of which was wasted with my thinking. I move towards the ash tray. Its location puts me in perfect view of the dance floor, and I can't help but to turn and look in the glass door. To my shock and amazement, you are no longer dancing, or at least not dancing near your 'friend'. I start looking around nervously. I don't know why though. Its unlike to me where you go. I've only ever really observed you. I don't know much about you. I would like to though.

I get this feeling. Eyes watching me, and I turn towards the entrance to the beer garden. My eyes about pop out of their sockets, because there you are. Looking over in my direction, smiling. I move as if on auto pilot again. Moving towards you, as if you are reeling me in.

I stop just in front of you and smile down at you, looking deep within your eyes. You look back up at me, and stare at me, our eyes meeting.

"Would you care for this dance?" The words just escape my lips, my voice Deeping slightly and sounding very strange to my own ears.

I have to smile when you hold your hand out for me to take, responding to my question, "I was hoping you would ask me, because I would love too."

My cheeks began to hurt as my smile increased beyond what I ever believed possible. Was this really happening? Was I just about to share a dance with whom I believed to be the most beautiful woman, not just in the club...but the world.

I brought my free hand up to my face and pinched my cheek. A quiet melodic giggle reached my ears and I couldn't help but to smile even wider as I said "I just wanted to make sure I wasn't dreaming."

You began giggling louder before reaching her hand up to my cheek and began rubbing where I had just pinched. "You are definitely not dreaming."

I smiled at the thought that I wasn't dreaming or imagining this! And the smile which was on my face! It had yet to go away! Grinning from ear to ear, I think I had to be the happiest looking person in the club!

Walking back through the club, I move us towards the quieter dance floor. I wanted this dance to be forever burned and engraved into my mind! Nothing could ruin this perfect moment! I was sure of it! But something kept eating away at my thoughts…'Where is the other girl here with you?' I remember seeing her on the dance floor alone before…but what did you tell her this time? Was she going to come looking for you? You nudge me lightly in the side and I turn to look at you, and what you say then, not only answers my question but takes my breath away.

"She knows, I told her. I am interested in getting to know you better. It was such a short introduction last time." I smiled as I looked down into your blue pools, a slight pout forming on your beautiful lips. I am doing a little dance inside with the realization that you remember me. I was sure you wouldn't have recognized or remembered me. It was some time ago we first met. It was a brief meeting last winter. All it took was one night. It was amazing. Words could not describe, but alas, it was all too brief. I fell in love with you more that night, and I let it all slip into a memory I suppressed, pushing it to the back of my mind, thinking that it was going to be my only chance at meeting you.

But yet, here you are. In all my wildest thoughts and my vivid imagination, this was something I had never even conceived...that you would actually remember me let alone want to see and talk to me again.

AN: YAY! Chapter 1 Please R & R! Chapter 2 will come soon. Promise (Seeing as its already Finished. HA HA!)