I don't own sailor Moon or Gundam Wing due to some trivial DNA problems (damn)
Oh yeah this is like 11 years after Galaxia's defeat Crystal Tokyo been established(so that would make the inner senshi 27& the outer senshi 29) and 6 years after Makoto......
Oh I'm getting ahead of myself there. You'll see what I am referring to.
"Speaking"
~Thinking~
Oh gentle winds 'neath moonlit skies,
Do not you hear my heartfelt cries?
Below the branches, here about,
Do not you sense my fear and doubt?
Side glistening rivers, sparkling streams,
Do not you hear my woeful screams?
Upon the meadows, touched with dew,
Do not you see my hearts a' skew?
Beneath the thousand twinkling stars,
Do not you feel my jagged scars?
Seek not my mournful heart kind breeze,
For you'll not find it 'mongst these trees.
It's scattered 'cross the moonlit skies,
Accompanied by heartfelt sighs.
It's drifting o're the gentle rain,
A symbol of my silent pain.
It's buried 'neath the meadow fair,
Conjoined with all the sorrow there.
It's lost among the stars this night,
Too far to ease my quiet fright.
No gentle winds, seek not my heart,
For simply it was torn apart.
In den sturm der erinnerung tanzen To dance in the storm of remembrance German translation
Prologue: A storm to remember.
In Crystal Tokyo a land know for it's peace, serenity, and happiness. In a lush private park lined by the fragrant beauty of cherry trees in full bloom, a woman watched with saddened emerald eyes as 5 young girls played happily amongst themselves. Beside the silent mournful woman stood four proud couples of parents watching their offspring with shining prideful eyes.
Among the group of assembled adults only one had been granted complete access to the full extent of silent grief her friend endured.
The others had speculations and inklings of what their companion must feel, as all good friends do when they know something is amiss . But they had decided amongst themselves that the best course of action to support their friend was to offer her a kind of unspoken understanding, conveyed by gentle squeezes and reassuring glances.
"Mako-Chan"
The woman addressed slowly turned her gaze on the one who called her name with such obvious affection, the one she would do anything for, forsake anyone for. Saddened emerald met with compassionate sapphire, that where currently tinged with no sparse amount of concern. Those sweet understanding eyes where framed by a virtually stunning visage of beauty, which was only further enhanced by the woman's aura of almost unrealistic and palatable kindness.
"Hai Usagi-Chan?"
Those three simple words seem to evaporate most of the worry and concern from the queen of Crystal Tokyo's eyes, at least for the present moment.
"I think perhaps we should bring the children indoors don't you? It appears we may have a little unexpected rain"
Makoto knew this to be a diplomatic way for saying "Did you summon the storm Mako-Chan?"
Makoto could not contain her surprise and a small amount of shame, as she looked at they darkening sky in shock. She had not called this storm,she was not even aware to it's presence, where on earth had it come from? As the senshi in charge of storms and nature and considering her ability to control the weather, able to summon it on a whim and command it to her beck and call, this particular line of thought was somewhat disconcerting.
~The heavens sense my sadness, they know of my festering grief that slowly gnaws away at my insides~
Pushing her dismal thought's aside, Makoto answered her sovereigns inquiry.
"I believe that would be the most appropriate course of action my queen"
She punctuated her answer with a slight bow of her head, both as a way of showing respect for her friend and Queen and as a vain attempt to hide her surprise and embarrassment, though Makoto thought this action was probably futile as she was sure her fellow senshi and their respective partners had seen the pink flush that had been gracing her cheeks mere moments ago.
Usagi smiled fondly at her friend and protector, before turning to where the children where still playing. Currently attempting to catch the velvety soft cherry blossoms that had been un lodged from their position on the flowering branches and where they now dancing teasingly above the children's head in an oh so inviting game.
"Children we must leave now it's getting late"
This statement brought forth a chorus of "AWWW's" and "Do we have to's" But none the less the children still obediently left their game and came, although grudgingly to their parents summons.
One child of the returning group didn't seem to share he friends be-grudging attitude, as she ran to her lone parent with enthusiasm.
Normally this sort of action would be considered odd for a child that had just been called away from it's innocent world of endless fun and games. But this was not out of character for any who knew this particular child, who was currently leaping into her mother's arms her cherubic face alight with joy.
Makoto wasted no time responding to her child's joyful hugs, wrapping her arms around her daughters delicate body. she buried her head in the child's soft wavy hair. After a few moments had passed,Makoto released her daughter and placed her softly on the ground, but refused to completely relinquish her physical hold upon her child, instead choosing to gently clasp her daughters hand.
By the time Makoto had released her precious burden, all the children had been reunited with their loving parents, and had began their trek back to the Crystal palace where the promise of warm baths and comforting beds had silenced any last rebellious complaints.
As Makoto walked along hand in hand with her small child she couldn't help but look down lovingly at her charming daughter, who was currently chatting along in a small child's manner,so fast and furious it was could hardly be considered as recognisable Japanese. Makoto's eyes immediately began to prick with a stinging sadness. She could not help but note that, though her child bore a semblance to herself, she was still so very very much like her father, with this painful thought weighing heavily on Makoto's mind, it began to rain, and as each rain drop fell from the heavens like tears from a spurned lover,
Makoto could not help but remember …............................................................
In another place in another world, a young handsome man who appeared to be in his late twenties leaned against a fully bloomed cherry tree, watching, but still unseeing into to the storm filled sky, seemingly entranced by the swirling grey masses above, which threatened to release their heavy burdens upon the needy earth at any moment. The thought of the impending rains did not seem to weigh at all on the man's mind though, as he continued to stare vacantly into the sky.
Near by four equally handsome yet diverse men leaned against a car watching their friends apparent vacantness, their concern was obvious but in some cases masked, but no less genuine because of it. They all knew through merit of loss to let their friend be, to work through his own grief, but the group of friends still remained close enough to offer their own brand of comforting silence.
At first glance the woeful man's stare may have appeared thoughtful perhaps even vacant, but if one really took the effort to gaze deeply into those eyes, they would discover a swirling world of loneliness, sadness, heartbreak and more than enough guilt and self blame for a lifetime . The man's swirling emotions appeared to mirror the stormy clouds above in their twisting turmoil.
In the man's hands, which when provoked, where capable of such huge amounts of destruction,
he gently clasped a ragged old doll which he would occasionally and unconsciously give a tender stroke as if it where a lost child.
If one had the power to read minds and dared to look into this particular man's psyche,
they would find only one name painfully echoing through his mind and seeping into his consciousness, only one desire reverberating hopelessly through his heart, so heartbreakingly simple in its own way yet so devastatingly impossible in another.
A strong gust of wind picked up, bringing with it the rich and heavy smell of the impending rains, the strong winds began to pick the cherry blossoms from their comfortable and rightful home upon the trees branches,and they began to descend around the staring man in a pink velvet rain.
Pushed by the harsh and forceful winds the delicate pink blossoms began to dance.
The man's attention was caught by the pink blossoms swirling descent, and he slowly breathed in the crisp fragrant smell of the upcoming storms tinged with the soft feminine perfume of the cherry blossoms, the delightfully crisp smell triggered a flood of painful memories for him.
As the man continued to stare in his depressed silence,the cherry blossoms began their intricately simple dance of beauty,of nature, but to him in his saddened state of despair their dance appeared so much more than that,
to him they where dancing that oh so bitter-sweet dance of remembrance.........................
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Woo! I am done(this chapter), again I must say sorry for my bad, bad grasp of English and grammar I state my German heritage in my defence. Ok so email me with what you thought(be kind remember im only 14,
who you think I should couple Mako with and why(have you noticed I stated no physical features on the man it keeps it open,
I have an idea who she should be with but good arguments may sway my perception. Oh yeah email me if you hated it and want me burned, email me if you have no idea what's going on and want me burned,
email me if you think my English is atrocious and want me burned, email me if your a friend of mine and are laughing at me,
or you could if you REALLY want email me with a suggestion(which I would love), praise(what can I say I live in denial)
Ja ne, or in German Auf Wiedersehen which means good bye .Oh also if you want some words in German for your story or whatever ask.
Love Reggie
Japanese translations
Hai=Yes
Senshi=Warrior