Hello again to all readers of Enough and Some to Spare! Here is the long awaited sequel! I'm really sorry it took over a year to get this out, but it's here now! I've changed this story so many times it's not even funny. Now, I've found a setting that works, but please bear with me. The chapters of this story will take longer to get out because I have no idea how it's going to end and I don't have canon to guide me. If you have any ideas, I'd love to hear them!

EDIT: I changed all instances of Setsuka to Setsuko

Chapter 1: Crystal Tokyo

So, you came back. I knew you would. You liked the first story so much you came back for the sequel. Don't worry, it's not another story about your past. Unlike the other Senshi, this is your first rebirth. No, this story is about your future. Well, more accurately, a course that your future can take. Unlike the past, the future can be anything. It can change in an instant. Instead of listening to me, you could be helping Hotaru bake brownies. …Don't worry, Makoto's on it. Do you want to listen to the story or not? Then let me start…..

Far in the future, deep in the center of Tokyo, in a house, there was a little boy. Now, you don't know this boy. You might get to know him in the distant future. Who is he? You'll find out. He's quite important you know.

Now back to what I was saying, this little boy was laying awake in his crib. He was still a baby, 6 months old maximum. He had bright sparkling blue eyes that observed everything. His hair was a tawny blond, with messy curls sticking out haphazardly. His skin was a sun-kissed golden color; he had a permanent smile, causing his adorable cheeks to dimple. Overall, he was a very very very cute baby.

He was currently looking at the mobile hanging from the ceiling for lack of anything better to do. He tried reaching the swaying stars and planets, but his chubby arms were too short to reach the heavens. This made the little boy very sad. His face scrunched up, he sniffled, then let out a desperate wail.

This wail was heard by his parents, who were getting some well earned sleep. The child's father shifted in the bed, half dreaming.

"Woman, your son is crying," he mumbled to his sleeping wife.

"Maybe you could see what he wants? I did it last time…" she groaned.

"I'm sleeping," her husband moaned through the wailing. "Come on, he's crying harder."

The woman grumbled and rolled out of bed. She shuffled out the door and into her baby's room. She approached the crib with a sleepy glare. The baby's wails quieted when he saw his mother arrive. Even her scary face was reassuring. He stretched out his arms, wanting his mother to pick him up and let him sleep with her and daddy.

She stared at her yearning child, her tired brain trying to register what the heck he was doing with his arms. Then it hit her.

"Oh, you want me to hold you," she realized, picking up her heavy son. She shuffled back to her bedroom and plopped him on the foot of the bed. He giggled and started to crawl over his father's squirming body.

"He wants you," the mother said as she went back to sleep. Her husband groaned and sat up abruptly. He found the boy trying to bite his foot.

"Now, now. We'll be having none of that," he said, picking up the baby and placing him between both parents. "Now sleep, we'll play in the morning." His father dropped his head back on the pillow. The boy giggled and snuggled in the warmth of his parents.

A crash shattered the peaceful silence that permeated the house.

"Setsu, look what you did! Now Mom and Dad are gonna kill me!"

"Just blame Satoshi for it." Setsu drawled, clearly unconcerned.

"But I didn't do anything," Satoshi whined. "Why am I always at fault?"

The three children stood around a shattered vase. Pieces of glass lay, deadly and pointed, at the kids' feet. The girl who spoke first was named Hatsu. She had narrow calculating sea green eyes and tawny hair that barely touched her shoulders. Her sister, Setsuko, had unruly frizzy black curls that surrounded her face like a halo. Satoshi, looking very much like a kicked puppy, had light ash blond hair and mournful eyes that reminded one of the ocean.

These children are the older siblings of the baby we met earlier. But, we are missing one. Where could she be? Just because I am the Guardian of Time does not mean I know everything. I did not say that I knew everything. Well obviously I exaggerated. Little details often slip by me. Now back to the story.

"We can't blame it on Satoshi. He'll start crying then Mom'll take his side and leave us to deal with it." Hatsu reasoned.

"That's cause Sato's a big baby!" Setsu taunted.

"I am not a baby!" Satoshi responded, unshed tears shining in his eyes. "I'm just sensitive….that's what Mom says."

"Which means you're a big crybaby who needs hwis mommy two protwect him," Setsuko teased.

Satoshi sniffed, fighting back tears and ran out of the living room.

"Look what you did now. You know how he gets." Hatsu sighed.

"I don't care. He needs to toughen up."

Hatsu shook her head and picked up the broken pieces of vase. She put it back on the stand and headed towards her parents bedroom. Sestuko looked at the broken glass then at her sister's retreating back. She sighed before running after the elder.

Lookey there! Kids! And a mommy and daddy! I wonder who they are…Does anyone else love that little baby as much as I do?

-Jun