Disclaimer: The Three Lights, the Sailor Starlights,
all other Sailor Soldiers mentioned (unless otherwise
stated) and Sailor Moon are created and copyrighted by
Naoko Takeuchi and owned by Kodansha publishing and TOEI
Animation, Inc. This is a fanfiction meant to entertain,
but not meant to make a profit. This story is © 2002 by me,
Seito no Senshi (Seishi Kou).
All characters not from the anime/manga Sailormoon belong to
*me*, and only *me*.
Important notes to take care of.
Japanese meanings: Shinmi, a true Japanese name. It means
'relative, kind, cordial.' I chose it because it was so close
to 'Shinmiri', meaning 'solemn, serious, and sad.' A good choice,
because it conflicts with each other.
Genre: Drama/Romance/Angst/Action (?)
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: Hints of violence, sexual innuendo near the ending.
Swearing and people dying also applies.
Notes: I would rather you read 'Always on Time' first, to see
where this is heading. I didn't feel the need to 'specially
choose' names for certain people. In fact, Shinmi is the only
lucky child! The rest were just random names, and now they have
stuck.
Love is about Pain.
~Prologue: The Gold Locket.~
Shinohara Shinmi stared out the window, eyes showing the pain
going through her heart.
"Shinmiri-chan… don't be sad." The young woman took a deep breath
at the nickname, but did not say anything. Solemn, serious, sad. Her lime
green eyes traveled to the bed, where a woman lay, luxurious red hair spread
around her. Faint wrinkles were near visible around her eyes and mouth. She
couldn't be more then thirty-six. Her hands rested on her chest, a gold speck
visible through her loosely clasped fingers. It had been taken off from its
place around her neck. Finally, the young woman spoke.
"You're dying." Asayo merely smiled.
"Death is but another step in life." Shinmi resisted the urge to
punch the hard wall; instead, she turned back to the window.
"You're not dying of old age, no. It's nothing like that. You're
dying because you're too selfish!" Asayo remained silent as Shinmi started
shouting.
"You're dying because you can't deal with the fact that you have a
loving family here! You can't deal with the fact that that bastard is never
coming back!" she wiped her tears away, sobbing.
"You-" her hands gripped the window sill tightly until her knuckles
turned white. "-you survived this long! Why couldn't you hold on longer?!"
There was a sigh; as quiet as the morning
breeze.
"Come this morning, I won't be here." Asayo lifted a hand. "Call your
father and your siblings up. It's time I told you about Yaten." Nodding, Shinmi
walked to the door, opened it and waved at the rest of her family to come in.
Her 20 year old brother Kae, her 12 year old sister Adara and her father Ryo
filed in silently. Grief was etched into their faces.
"Come this morning, I will not be here. Ryo. Help me sit up." The
silent man blinked away tears and walked forward. Gently, he lifted up Asayo,
and helped her get comfortable. Smiling softly, Asayo slowly and laboriously
lifted her hand. A gold locket on a fine chain dangled from her white hands.
"The name suits. The Light of the Night Sky." She closed her eyes,
mouth trembling, before she said the next words.
"Yaten Kou." Her eyes lit with wonder and devotion as she said the
name. She opened the locket, and laid it down on her palm, letting everyone
see the picture inside.
"My love, my light, my one and only…"
all other Sailor Soldiers mentioned (unless otherwise
stated) and Sailor Moon are created and copyrighted by
Naoko Takeuchi and owned by Kodansha publishing and TOEI
Animation, Inc. This is a fanfiction meant to entertain,
but not meant to make a profit. This story is © 2002 by me,
Seito no Senshi (Seishi Kou).
All characters not from the anime/manga Sailormoon belong to
*me*, and only *me*.
Important notes to take care of.
Japanese meanings: Shinmi, a true Japanese name. It means
'relative, kind, cordial.' I chose it because it was so close
to 'Shinmiri', meaning 'solemn, serious, and sad.' A good choice,
because it conflicts with each other.
Genre: Drama/Romance/Angst/Action (?)
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: Hints of violence, sexual innuendo near the ending.
Swearing and people dying also applies.
Notes: I would rather you read 'Always on Time' first, to see
where this is heading. I didn't feel the need to 'specially
choose' names for certain people. In fact, Shinmi is the only
lucky child! The rest were just random names, and now they have
stuck.
Love is about Pain.
~Prologue: The Gold Locket.~
Shinohara Shinmi stared out the window, eyes showing the pain
going through her heart.
"Shinmiri-chan… don't be sad." The young woman took a deep breath
at the nickname, but did not say anything. Solemn, serious, sad. Her lime
green eyes traveled to the bed, where a woman lay, luxurious red hair spread
around her. Faint wrinkles were near visible around her eyes and mouth. She
couldn't be more then thirty-six. Her hands rested on her chest, a gold speck
visible through her loosely clasped fingers. It had been taken off from its
place around her neck. Finally, the young woman spoke.
"You're dying." Asayo merely smiled.
"Death is but another step in life." Shinmi resisted the urge to
punch the hard wall; instead, she turned back to the window.
"You're not dying of old age, no. It's nothing like that. You're
dying because you're too selfish!" Asayo remained silent as Shinmi started
shouting.
"You're dying because you can't deal with the fact that you have a
loving family here! You can't deal with the fact that that bastard is never
coming back!" she wiped her tears away, sobbing.
"You-" her hands gripped the window sill tightly until her knuckles
turned white. "-you survived this long! Why couldn't you hold on longer?!"
There was a sigh; as quiet as the morning
breeze.
"Come this morning, I won't be here." Asayo lifted a hand. "Call your
father and your siblings up. It's time I told you about Yaten." Nodding, Shinmi
walked to the door, opened it and waved at the rest of her family to come in.
Her 20 year old brother Kae, her 12 year old sister Adara and her father Ryo
filed in silently. Grief was etched into their faces.
"Come this morning, I will not be here. Ryo. Help me sit up." The
silent man blinked away tears and walked forward. Gently, he lifted up Asayo,
and helped her get comfortable. Smiling softly, Asayo slowly and laboriously
lifted her hand. A gold locket on a fine chain dangled from her white hands.
"The name suits. The Light of the Night Sky." She closed her eyes,
mouth trembling, before she said the next words.
"Yaten Kou." Her eyes lit with wonder and devotion as she said the
name. She opened the locket, and laid it down on her palm, letting everyone
see the picture inside.
"My love, my light, my one and only…"