Title : Revived

By : BloodofInnocence

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Category : Sailor Moon

Type : Alternate Reality

Status : Incomplete

Chapters : 1

Rating : R

A/N : Yep……………another "R" rated fic……..

This is totally an alternate pairing….please don't kill me, anyone……..It's a Seiya/Usagi matching…. grins I have decided that the Three Lights be mortal (without looking for their princess or whatever they were doing in the anime), and Usagi being just a regular girl without the power-thingy. However….Darien has cheated on her with a girl he met while studying at Harvard……………………..yeah, you know how it goes. And….Usagi did meet the Three Lights, as in the Stars series!!! Just cut out the fighting and all that…..

I've placed the Three Lights in England, given their rather "European" surname. So….some of the terms that I use would be Japanese, but mostly English.

Another thing: I have made Usagi VERY OOC, in the personage she seems to lack: grace, maturity, and all the like. Please don't kill me! I just like her that way.

Disclaimer : Luna made me do it, being Usagi's advisor, she's convinced that Usagi is WAY too good for Darien……….

Prologue

Seiya Lights knew something was wrong. He could feel it.

"Seiya? Is something wrong?" asked Taiki Lights, coming in with a tray of tea. They had come in that evening pretty late, since the recording had been long and strenuous. But what was it? What was it that was bothering him so much?

"Seiya, I don't think anything's wrong to worry about," said Yaten Lights, fiddling with the piano. "I mean…We've traveled all over the world, and settled here in Europe four years ago, and become a tremendous success. What's wrong?"

"It's…" Seiya made an impatient gesture. "I don't know…but I keep thinking that someone from our past will come."

"Our past? Who is there to haunt us?"

"…" Seiya took a sip of his tea. True, he and his two friends were extremely successful in the entertainment world, but what was so nagging in his mind? It was as if someone was crying out to him for help, but he couldn't figure out who it was.

'But then…' he thought, tipping his head back to look at the ceiling. 'My thoughts while I was in Japan…was focused only on her…' Lowering his head again, he shook it, trying to shake the memory of his mind. However, like all the other times, the vision of the young girl who made such an impression on her haunted his mind, taunting him of innocence and a purity that was a prized rarity in this world.

He, as with Taiki and Yaten, looked up when the sound of the doorbell resounded through the luxury suite. "Who could that be?" he wondered aloud, standing. Putting his cup on the table, he went through the hall to the front door. Opening it, he said, "May I…" His voice trailed off when he caught sight of the late-night visitor.

"Seiya-san…" A silver-haired woman collapsed in his arms, leaving him bewildered as he lifted her into his arms and drew her into the suite.

"Seiya, who is it?" asked Yaten, coming down the hall, with Taiki close behind. He stopped when he saw the girl in Seiya's arms. "Who…?"

Taiki merely raised his eyebrows.

"I'm putting her into my room," Seiya said, and swept past them before they could comment on his rather unconventional visitor. He said as he went down the hall, "Bring cold water and a cloth, Taiki."

"All right."

Placing the girl gently on the bed, Seiya pulled the comforter over her and covered her, wondering who could this girl be. She certainly couldn't be a fan of his; he had seen enough of what he wanted to see of his female audience. In addition, she spoke in Japanese, meaning that she knew him during his brief stay at Tokyo.

"Seiya, here's the cloth that you wanted," said Taiki, coming in, carrying a basin full of water and a white cloth hanging over his arm. Placing it on the dresser, he held the cloth out for Seiya. The star took it, and dipped it into the water, squeezing out the excess liquid and placing it on the girl's forehead. He sat down on the edge of the bed, propped up on one arm, watching her silently as she slept.

"Eh….Seiya, did you…?" Yaten asked, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Yaten, did I meet any girls in particular while we were in Japan?" asked Seiya, watching the girl carefully. Somehow, she looked familiar.

"Uh-huh. There was that group of girls who were half enamored and half suspicious of you, you met the leading model in Tokyo, you met the female pop leader in Tokyo…oh, yeah. While we were at school, you met a girl. Usagi Tsukino."

The pieces fell into place when Yaten said that name. Usagi Tsukino. She was a meer fifteen-year-old girl when he had first seen her. They had become friends, but he had felt feelings that were completely unknown to him. Warmth when being together. Loneliness and loss when being apart. Contentment when talking to each other. Anger when seeing her with other men. What were these feelings?

"Seiya? D'you know just who this girl is?" asked Yaten, sitting on the bed, beside him.

"Yes," said Seiya. "She is Usagi Tsukino, the girl you spoke of."

"Eh?! But she doesn't look like that!" said Yaten, peering closely at the sleeping figure. She had silver hair and long lashes curling over pale cheeks and soft lips. A long, slender neck characterized her frail personality as with the slim shoulders of an extreme femininity. The Usagi Tsukino he knew was a ditzy blond, all in love with her boyfriend and acting as if they were newlyweds. That façade was completely reversed during the brief times he had seen her, serious and weary of a burden upon her shoulders. Usagi had been a paradox herself, even an oddity.

But the subtle elegance in this girl's features were no way of a young girl. It was the quality of a woman, a woman of fluid grace and frailty. Again, this woman was a paradox herself. Graceful but frail, beautiful but fragile. Not a pretty combination when the same woman collapses.

But the main question was, why was she here?

Chapter 1: A New Path

Seiya was still watching the girl as she stirred, disturbed by the streaming sunlight in the windows that cast a glow across the large bed. She had slept deeply in the night, not waking once. It was relaxing to see her sleeping, but anxiety rose when he realized the circumstances of this situation. What had happened? Why was she here? What happened to make her collapse? Why did she dye her hair? What did she plan to do from here?

The girl's eyes fluttered open, and crystal blue eyes sleepily blinked. She sat up, her eyes adjusting to the bright light.

"Good morning." She froze, possibly because of the man's voice suddenly sounded from right next to her. She turned to see a darkly handsome man sitting there, looking at her with calm gray eyes. "Seiya-san…"

"Did you sleep well?" he asked.

"Yes…" she said in English. She asked, "What happened?" She looked around. "This certainly doesn't look like my hotel room…"

"It isn't. You're at my place."

"Really…?" She blinked, and bowed her head. "I'm sorry, Seiya, for intruding."

"It's not a problem." What he really wanted to know, Seiya reflected, just what happened in the four years that they were apart. "When did you arrive in England?"

"Just…yesterday."

"From…?" Seiya's eyes were faintly quizzical. They blinked when he saw Usagi's eyes fill with tears again. "The…United States," she whispered.

"Aaah…I see." He watched her carefully. If he was correct, then Usagi arrived at the United States, clearly eager to see her love, only to be shattered by a scene. Did her boyfriend cheat on her? The thought of anyone purposely hurting Usagi had his hands clenched into fists, whitening the knuckles with their lean strength. If anyone even dared hurting Usagi, then they had to answer to him.

"Seiya…?" Usagi was confused. Why did Seiya suddenly look furious about something?

"? Nothing." He stood up. "I'll get your breakfast while you change. There was a bag with you when you came here, so why don't you change into that. Oh, yes. The cook this morning is Yaten, so eat at your own risk," he said, smiling wickedly at her as he exited the room.

Usagi stared after him, marveling at his ability to lighten the tension when needed. She looked down at her clothes and winced. They were rumpled from the flight and from sleeping in them. Picking up her bag, she went into the bathroom to dress and fix herself up.

When she came out, she felt a little better with a change of clothes and some sense of cleansiness. She was wearing a white sleeveless turtleneck that clearly defined her curves and a white skirt. She balanced on heeled sandals and brushed her newly-dyed hair, which she did before her flight to England, eager to rid herself of the appearance with which she loved her first love with all her heart. She was a different person now, in a different world. And she met a man she had truly liked since she meet him. Things were looking up.

Tentatively going out into the hall, Usagi walked down the corridor, her heels gently clicking on the marble floors. She heard the clatter of pots and pans and male laughter, and headed for that route.

When she stood in the doorway of the kitchen, she couldn't believe her eyes.

The three men were covered with flour, with Yaten brandishing pots and pans and chasing after the other two, shouting insults and receiving them in return. The kitchen was in a completely chaotic state: flour smeared all over the counter, floury handprints on the cabinet doors, broken eggs oozing out on the floor, butter melting on a plate. A sack of white sugar lay on its front, spilling out onto the floor, and a gallon of milk sat souring on the counter next to the sink. Three kinds of jams were haphazardly mixed together, along with a jar of peanut butter sitting with the top off. She asked, "Um…what is going on?"

The three men stopped guiltily in their spontaneous chase. "I'm sorry, Usagi," said Seiya, instantly contrite. "I did mean to deliver you breakfast, but apparently Yaten was…playing with the ingredients," he said.

"Ah…I see." Usagi was instantly grateful for her painstaking work on her English during her junior year of high school. Walking into the mess, she asked, "What were you trying to make?"

"Pancakes," the light-haired man said. "But I can't figure out just what goes into pancakes. I mean, all the ingredients of a cake goes into a pancake, right?"

"Um…no." Taking out a clean bowl, Usagi found measuring cups and began to measure up flour. "If you three could clean the mess…I'll cook breakfast."

Much to her amusement, the three men complied with an enthusiasm that she had never seen in a man. It was clear that the men did not have a square meal for a long time. Hiding a smile while measuring milk, Usagi silently thanked her mother for teaching all those recipes.

The kitchen was sparkling clean and the table was set as steaming pancakes, buttery scrambled eggs mixed with ham and chedder cheese with a dash of green and red peppers, crisp bacon and freshly baked biscuits landed on the table. Batches of blueberry muffins and cinnamon rolls, generously frosted, were cooling on the wire rack. Finding a bottle of pancake syrup and a stick of butter on a butter tub, Usagi placed them on the table, along with cups of a drink of blended oranges and a hint of lime. She looked out of the kitchen to see the men working, and unexpectedly smiled. She felt utterly domestic, and…content. She was surprised with herself. She wasn't really a housewife-type of person, but here she was, cooking while the men worked. She felt…strangely alive.

Shaking her head to ward off the honeyed sentiments, she got out a basket and placed a clean washcloth in it, and piled the muffins. Going around the counter and through the open doorway, which led to the dining room, and placing the basket on the table, she went back and got out a plate, placing the cinnamon rolls in a decorative design. Placing the plate on the table, she took off her apron, and called, "Breakfast is ready!"

Yaten looked up with eager and alert pale blue eyes. "Do you smell that?" he asked excitedly of the other two. "Cinnamon rolls!"

Taiki laughed and took off his glasses. "Why don't we head into the kitchen before Yaten explodes in happiness," he suggested.

"Good idea." The three men trouped to the dining room. Usagi looked up and smiled. "Breakfast is served," she said, and revealed the food. The four sat down to eat, and served themselves.

"Wow…where did you learn how to cook like this, Usagi?" asked Yaten through a mouth full of cinnamon roll.

Usagi laughed. "At first I hated to cook, since I was so terrible. But a few years ago I decided learn from my mother, since she was the best cook that I knew. She taught me all she knew about cooking."

"She wasn't kidding," Yaten mumbled as he popped a buttered biscuit in his mouth.

The three men sat back after a satisfying meal, sighing in contentment. They hadn't had a good, homemade meal as long as they could remember. Yaten said, "When are you returning to Japan?"

Usagi was silent as she gathered up the plates. Stopping, she said, "I don't know. I may just stay here in Europe and find work here."

The three men looked at her, puzzled at her answer. Why would she stay in Europe when she had family and friends back at home? As if reading their minds, she said, "I've lost contact with them since I moved out on my own two years ago. I don't think returning to an emtpy apartment in Tokyo is appealing anymore." Picking up the plates, she said, "I'll do the dishes," and scampered through the doorway.

Seiya stood up and began carrying plates. Yaten said, "Wait, Seiya. Are you thinking…what I think you're thinking?"

Seiya nodded.

"Why? It is obvious that she has suffered a traumatic experience…"

"I feel like if I leave her alone on the street In Europe, she will be broken beyond repair. I cannot leave her like that. I'll offer her a place here with us so that she could work with us if she wishes." With that said, Seiya went through the doorway to help Usagi with the dishes.

Yaten looked at Taiki. "Don't you think that there's something not right here?" he asked the older man.

Taiki just shrugged and sipped his drink.

When Usagi heard Seiya's proposal, she was shocked speechless. She just stared at him in disbelief. "What?!"

"You can stay with us, and possibly enter the workplace with us, if you'd like." The singer went over to the piano and with one hand, played the melody of a classic.

"That's Debussy's 'Clair de Lune,'" said Usagi. Seiya nodded, and played another. "Isn't that Robert Schumann's 'Valse Noble' from 'Carnaval?'" she asked.

"You know your composers well," observed Seiya. He was aware of Yaten and Taiki standing in the doorway, attentively listening.

Standing, Usagi went over to the piano and sat at the bench. "Yes…I play piano, myself," she admitted. Placing her hands on the keys, she started to play.

The mourning strains of Beethovan's 'Moonlight Sonata' filled the room, drifting throughout the suite, hyponotizing every living being. Emotion made the impact of the piece even more powerful, its profound sadness magnified. There was nothing that could describe it. Deeply emotional, the piece elicited sorrow from the audience who heard it. Yaten and Taiki both had tears in their eyes from the melancholy of the piece.

Seiya clapped as she finished. "Can you play anything other than that?"

"Yes," she said. Thinking for a moment, she began to play another piece. This time, it was Mozart's lively "Rondo a la Turk." She played with a birdlike grace, of a lightheartedness difficult to find in the talent world. Here was a prodigy, and the world didn't know it!

Seiya looked at her while she was playing. 'Perhaps…' he thought, and said, "Usagi, have you ever thought to becoming professional?"

She looked surprised. "No," she said. "I didn't have the heart, thinking that I would fail miserably."

He looked at her, considering something. He said, "Do you think that you could play in a concert?" He could feel the weight of Yaten's and Taiki's gazes on him.

"Yes…" she said slowly. She looked at him through blue eyes. "What do you want me to do?"

"Play at my next concert." Seiya looked at Usagi. "You can become a concert pianist through giving concerts with various bands."

Usagi hesitated, then said firmly, "I'll do it." Standing, she said, "It's nearly lunchtime. Does anyone have any preferences?" She looked over at Taiki and Yaten. "Taiki? Yaten? Any suggestions?"

"Can you make soup?" asked Yaten.

Usagi smiled. "Soup it is," she said, and then bowed to Seiya. "Thank you, Seiya."

"For what?" He actually looked surprised.

"For everything." Leaving him to contemplate about what she said, she walked out of the room, heading for the kitchen. She got out the ingredients for making noodles. If they wanted soup, then she would make her special homemade chicken noodle soup. Pouring water into a big pot, she placed the chicken into the pot to boil, then started on the noodles.

Watching her through the doorway, Seiya said, "I know what I'm doing, Taiki."

The older man didn't even blink. "You care about her," he said.

"Yes."

"In that kind of way?"

Seiya shrugged, still watching Usagi. "I don't know. I'll just have to see."

"Be careful," cautioned the other man. "Women could be your downfall, Seiya. You have to watch out."

"Advice taken. Now, shouldn't we continue on the songmaking?" He stood up and went to his study. Looking at Seiya's back for a moment, Taiki could do nothing but smile and shake his head. Seiya didn't know it, but he had already fallen.

A/N : …………………………………………………………….

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Oh, yeah……if anyone's interested, here's some of my other fics…..

"Hazed Passions"—a story between a dark Daisuke and Riku. Daisuke's a hitokiri, and Riku's the daughter of a wealthy poltician. From the anime D.N. Angel

"Hope Is Always There"—a story of a sweet, sad first love between an ill girl and a dedicated medical intern. From the manga Alice 19th.