Hello! ^-^ This story is based on a premise my friend gave me to write. So 
it has nothing to do with my normal continuity. ^^;; Anyway, all of my 
stories (Sailormoon, Cardcaptor Sakura, Pretty Sammy, and others) can be 
found at Moonlit Nights ( http://fly.to/moonlit_nights ). ^-^ I love to hear 
what you think about my stories, so if you have the chance, please e-mail 
me. ^-^ Thanks! *hugs*

This was the premise for the story:

It's a dismal, rainy day.  Some situation (possibly a dispute with a 
parental figure, etc.) has locked one member of a pair (you get to decide 
^_- ) into their own home without access to any means of communicating with 
the other.  The other, of course, either doesn't know this or DOES know this 
but can't do anything.  They both take the time apart to reminisce.
Write that, the reason behind it, and resolve the situation ^_^

And here's what came out of it:

I Sure Am Glad It's Raining
by Amazoness Duo
amazonessduo@hotmail.com

	The rain pelted against the window in sheets, nearly drowning out the sobs 
coming from within the young girls room. Generally a cheerful place, it now 
was more like a dungeon. A plush prison, but a prison nonetheless. Cute 
little stuffed rabbits stood sentry over the room's sole occupant.  It 
wasn't fair. Why did life have to hurt so much? Why was everyone here always 
so cruel? These people weren't her family. They didn't care about what 
happened to her. Even Usagi, her real mother, had agreed with her 'aunt' and 
'uncle'. No, she wasn't her mother yet. She was just some immature girl that 
she was forced to live with. While she was practically exiled from her home 
so she could learn to become the next Sailormoon from -her-.
	The shawl she had been given only the night before was little consolation. 
Rather, it reminded her even more of the girl she was currently barred from 
seeing. Clutching it tightly, the pink haired girl pulled it close. The 
thunder sent shivers up and down her spine. The storm was only making things 
worse, playing with her already frazzled nerves. A pang of sadness shot 
through her as she held the shawl closer. It still carried her scent. 
Closing her eyes, she could see her just as clearly as if she was standing 
there in front of her. Beautiful ivory skin, the very faintest of smiles, 
deep violet eyes. More bitter tears spilt down her cheeks as the rain 
continued to pick up outside.
	Through her blurry vision, she could see where her phone used to be. They'd 
taken that, too. Apparently she'd been so 'bad' that she was supposed to 
think about what she'd done until she agreed with them about how awful she 
was while staying all alone. With no contact. Especially from her.
	What was wrong with a kiss? A simple gesture, it could show your love 
better than any words could ever express. Something only lovers could share, 
their own little escape from the world, if only for a few all too brief 
seconds. So what was so inherently evil about her giving a goodbye kiss to 
the one person she loved so dearly? Apparently, everything. Ikuko had seen 
it all from the window. As soon as she'd entered, they had sprung upon her 
like she was a criminal. Ikuko had wanted to know where she had gone wrong. 
Kenji had just looked disgusted the whole time, anger lashing out at her 
whenever she would argue her point. Even her mother, the one person who 
should by all rights care for her when no one else did, agreed with them. 
She thought she was getting too many ideas from Haruka and Michiru, that 
maybe Hotaru had gotten twisted around while being raised by them and was 
now corrupting her. That she needed to figure out what being friends meant 
and what being lovers meant. She had told her to wait until she was older 
and find a nice boy to get with and that this would never last. That had 
finally snapped something inside of her. How dare she tell her that they 
would never last! How dare she accuse Hotaru of being some delinquent! How 
could she look her own daughter in the face, through all of the tears, and 
still tear her heart out?
	For the past day, everyone in the house was looking at her strangely for 
the few times she had been allowed out of her room. Ikuko wouldn't even look 
at her. Usagi kept trying to offer sympathy, even saying they could talk 
about it if she wanted. Talk about what? But still... She was her mother. 
That had been a huge mistake. She was wrong. Usagi was certain about that 
from the outset. It wasn't so they could talk about it, merely so Usagi 
could explain the way things were supposed to be. The way she was supposed 
to be. As if she were broken... She'd stormed out of the room, tears 
brimming in her crimson eyes shortly thereafter.
	Could she even go home anymore? Was this what was awaiting her back in 
Crystal Tokyo? What future was awaiting her without Hotaru? What good was a 
kingdom without the one you love by your side? Her mother there had even 
more power over her life than these people here. They wouldn't let her see 
Hotaru because she had kissed her and that was obviously bad. In the future, 
she could easily be forced to marry someone else. She didn't even know where 
Hotaru was in the future. No wonder her mother wouldn't tell her. She would 
only be a shell without her. Living an empty life as a figurehead for the 
kingdom, but serving her purpose. That wasn't a future at all.
	Why was she so alone? The people she had thought cared about her wouldn't 
even listen to her now, determining that she wasn't fit to decide who she 
loved. And the only person she knew she could trust with all of this was 
beyond her reach. It wasn't fair. It wasn't.. fair...
	A yawn escaped her lips as she shifted on the bed. Her head ached horribly 
from all of her crying. The thunder still had her shaking now and again. Her 
heart felt icy cold inside. But not beating rapidly the way it had been 
moments before. An almost slow, soothing beat. She yawned again, her grip 
starting to loosen on the shawl. So tired... Maybe she would just sleep a 
little. Maybe things would be better... Her thoughts unfinished, the pink 
haired girl's eyes slipped shut, the shawl slipping through her fingers and 
fluttering to the floor.

	"Sleep well, ChibiUsa-chan. I'll see you soon. I promise," Hotaru said, 
almost subconsciously as she looked up at the window. She was completely 
soaked by the rain, her weak body shuddering with chills. A scream came from 
ChibiUsa's room as Ikuko came in to a morbid discovery. "Sleep well, 
ChibiUsa-chan." Moments later, the dark haired girl collapsed in the rain. 
But no one would notice her. No one ever did.