Hey guys! Eb here, of course :D for those who read my latest installment of Lights through a Prism this is the fic that 6: Eternally Bonded is companion too. While the ficlet is set in modern times, post Galaxia, and centres around Makoto rather than Haruka, this one is set in the Silver Millennium. It's slightly AU as Zeus and Hera (the two who, if you look at the mythology of Ancient Greece to find the parents, would have produced both Haruka and Makoto and the two i love imaging as the girls' parents cuz it explains so much about the girls when you actually think about it!) never seperated.

This is an exploration of what would have happened if Amara/Haruka and Lita/Makoto had been raised as sisters as they should have been. A story of sisterhood, friendship, hurt and comfort, love and betrayal, the bond of sisters is forever eternal. I give to you, the readers, Shimai Wa: Eien Hozei . . .

Haruka: looks at Eb with a raised eyebrow

Makoto: looks at Eb with both eyebrows raised

Eb: what? too much?


Zeus arrived at the door of Hera's private chmabers to find a very fidgety and nervous Princess Amara standing outside. He watched her for several minutes as she continually glanced up at the door, raised a hand to knock or open it before her face would fall slightly and she'd let the hand drop again.

The sight amused him; the little princess had terrfied several of her former nannies in her four years of life, and to see such indecision in her as she displayed now was utterly unlike her. It made her look terribly cute. He coughed gently to announce his presence to her and Amara let out a small gasp at being discovered, spinning around to look at him and dropping into a curtsy.

"Papa, i'm sorry, i just-"

Zeus' chuckle cut off her stammer and he knelt down in front of her. "There is nothing to apologise for my little whirlwind." he told her as he picked her up. "You have a new baby sister and are curious. It's only natural; i'd be more worried if you were not here."

Amara gave him a small grin and twisted a silky lock of golden shoulder-length hair.

Her father tickled her, lost in thought. When she had been born Amara had been revealed as a Daughter of Uranus, her mother's home world, by the symbol that adorned her forehead. He hoped this new baby girl was of Jupiter because he needed an heir. The royal family of each planet had continued since the beginnings of time, and he had no desire for the Jovian line to stop with him.

"So then shall we visit your mother and sister?" he asked the young princess in his arms. Amara nodded eagerly and he opened the door and walked in with her.

The drapes of the Queen's chambers were half-closed to keep out the brightest light of day, so as not to disturb the Queen and newborn Princess. Hera lay in the middle of the large bed, propped up by many pillows and with a small bundle held delicately in her pale arms. Zeus placed Amara on the bed to Hera's left before walking around to the other side of his wife and sitting beside her on the bed. He put an arm around her and kissed her softly before looking at his new daughter.

Hera smiled at him gently, tired but pleased. She smiled at her eldest before carefully pushing away part of the pale pink blanket to show Amara the infant.

Amara's eyes were wide with curiosity and delight as she gazed upon her baby sister. The infant princess looked up with just as much curiosity in her big green eyes, and there was a fuzz of dark hair on her head. The symbol on her forehead was a metallic dark green and shaped like the number four.

Hang on a minute . . .

"Mama, the symbol's wrong." Amara said suddenly.

The Queen of the Skies chuckled at the smaller blonde. "No it isn't, it's perfect. Remember what i told you, Amara?"

Amara thought for a minute before replying. "That i was chosen by Uranus." she said proudly.

"Yes," said Hera, "You were chosen to be the Daughter of the Wind and Skies. Your baby sister has been chosen to be the Daughter of Jupiter, the planet of Nature and Storm."

Zeus' eyes held tears of pride as he looked at his heir to be.

Amara looked at the infant again with interested silver-blue eyes. The baby mirrored her expression before smiling and cooing at her, which made Amara smile. "Mama, Papa, what's her name?"

Hera and Zeus looked at each other, each thinking. Hera spoke first; "I was thinking Lita. It means light and i thought it appropriate."

Zeus nodded and cleared his throat quietly. He gently stroked the downy hair on the infant's head and she gurgled happily. "Lita Makoto Kino." he finished. The Jovian symbol on both Zeus' and Lita's foreheads glowed bright and brief in recognition.

Amara smiled in delight and returned to watching her baby sister.