"Let me go!" she cried as she tried to pull her arm free.

"You WILL be my heir!" the tall man cried.

"NO!" she screamed, the pendant around her neck glowing brightly about her neck. The next thing she new, she was floating in the middle of space, inside a large, gold-white bubble. She turned, and stared at the golden, glowing planet with its red and orange moons. Slowly, she saw what was luscious land become a barren wasteland.

"NO! Mother! Mother!" she cried.

"Mother!" Anoa cried, waking with a start in a rather uncomfortable position in the already uncomfortable hospital chair. She sat up, wincing as she cracked her neck to rid herself of its stiffness. Jason was staring at her. "What?" she asked, a little irritated from her horrid dream and her bad sleep.

"You were screaming in your sleep," he said. "I think the only reason dad didn't wake up is because of the drugs," he stated. Anoa rolled her eyes and stood.

"I'm going to use the restroom," she stated. She headed out of the hospital room and into the hallway. She smiled politely at the nurse at the desk and made her way to the restrooms. Inside, she walked over to the sink and splashed water on her face. She sighed and shook her head, stretching. That dream again. She'd been having it a lot lately. She tried not to think about that day, but these days it always seemed to be on her mind. She stared at her reflection a moment, then turned and headed out into the hall, nearly ramming into someone. She winced and stumbled back into the open doorway.

"Hey, watch where you're going, you mor-" she stopped, staring at the smiling face before her. His hair was short, and black, and his eyes were a deep blue. He wore the clothes of an intern. Anoa's eyes widened. "M-M-Mamoru-san!" she cried. Mamoru smiled.

"Anoa," he said in perfect, accented English that Anoa had grown used to, "…are you okay?" he asked. Anoa nodded. Mamoru was the only person who knew about her adopted father's condition.

"Yeah," she answered, "…sorry about yelling at you," she finished. Mamoru patted her head and walked alongside her back to her adopted father's room.

"How is he?" Mamoru asked.

"Not well," Anoa answered, biting her lip. "I don't think he's going to be around much longer," she said.

Mamoru nodded. "I hate to say this, Anoa, but the doctor was talking to one of the nurses yesterday, and he does have a point. He believes your father's only holding on for you, Jason, and your siblings," he said. Anoa looked at him, about the yell at him for being so cruel, but she realized it was true. She nodded and looked up at him a moment.

"Mamoru…" she began. He blinked as she hugged him tightly and broke down in tears. He stared, obviously not sure what to do. It was different with Usagi. He smiled weakly and let her cry, patting her head gently. He waited till she was done before he pushed her back. "

Anoa, I'm sorry, but I have to get back to work," he said. "If you need to talk any more, call me later," he finished and walked away. Anoa watched him walk away and headed back into the hospital room. Jason looked up at her.

"We need to get back. The girls will get home from school any minute," he finished. Anoa nodded and smiled.

"You go ahead," she stated, "…I think I'm going to hang around here a little longer," she said. Jason nodded.

"Don't walk home," he said, "…take the bus if you have to," he said. Anoa smiled and kissed his cheek.

"Go," she said, shoving him toward the door. When he was gone, she walked over to her adopted father's bed and took his hand in her own. "Please…if you want to go…if it'll end any pain you may have, then go. You don't have to worry about the girls. Jason and I can take care of them if need be. We want your suffering to end, and if that means you have to go, then go," she finished. She kissed the top of his head, then grabbed her bag and headed out the door.

Anoa stepped into the front door of her home and kicked off her shoes. "I'm home!" she called, slipping into a pair of slippers. She headed into the living room to see a sad seen. Marissa was comforting Ran, who was crying into her shoulder. Mandi and Carrie clung to each other, sobbing. Jason looked as if he'd seen a ghost. "What is it?" she asked, walking over to Jason. "Is he…?" she began. She couldn't say it. Jason didn't say anything. A slight nod of his head sent Anoa reeling into tears. She clung to Jason, crying into his chest. Jason wrapped his arms around him.

"Anoa, this poses a big problem," he said. "The money left over from Dad's book will be more than enough to take care of us, and I can get custody of the girls since I'm twenty-one, but what worries me is you. You won't be eighteen for a few months yet, which means they could take you away. It's one thing since the girls are related to me by blood…but I don't think they'll let me have custody of you," he finished. Anoa looked up at him and shook her head.

"It's okay," she said. "Haruka can take care of that," she finished. "I'll talk to my manager about taking time off, and I'll ask Mamoru to help me with funeral arrangements," she said. Jason nodded and smiled softly.

"You really have matured, Anoa," he said. Anoa hugged him again.

"I need to call Mamoru," she said, and left the room.

The next few days were hard. Anoa spent her time with funeral plans, or with the orphanage she had ended up in before Jason's mother and father found her. Back and forth, she went. She could stay with Haruka, who was now her legal guardian, but she planned to spend time helping Jason with the girls. He couldn't cook at all, which meant he'd need help. When the funeral was over, Anoa began reclusive and silent. One night, she sat before the fire in the living room of Haruka's house….her house….staring at the flames as they licked at the empty space inside the chimney. Two years…two years he had been sick. Now his suffering had ended. She should have felt relieved, happy even, but she didn't. Haruka entered the room and sighed softly. She walked over and sat down beside Anoa.

"What's on your mind, Seraphim?" Haruka asked, comfortingly running her fingers through Anoa's hair.

"Everyone I love…everyone who means something to me is going to die…and I'm going to have to watch because I can't die a natural death," she choked out, tears filling her eyes. "I've watched every family I've been part of die…I don't want to watch anyone else die…" she sobbed. Haruka hugged her tightly.

"If I could take the pain away, Seraphim, I would," Haruka whispered, "…but death is a part of life, and there's nothing any of us can do to stop it. Even your Light wouldn't be of much help in this situation. I can't promise you that no one else will die, but I can promise you that you won't be alone," Haruka said with a smile. Anoa nodded and hugged her older sister. Haruka held the blonde girl for a moment. "Now…get to bed," Haruka stated, "…you have school tomorrow."

The next morning found Anoa helping Hotaru and Jenelle get ready for school. Anoa had a lot on her mind these days. She had that dream again, and it was haunting her. Why was she dreaming about it? It was so long ago! She sighed and helped Jenelle and Hotaru out the door. Haruka followed them out and hopped over the door into the driver's seat of her red convertible. Anoa sat beside her in the passenger seat, silent the entire way. When they reached the high school, Anoa was about to open her door when Haruka grabbed her arm.

"You've been quiet all morning. What's wrong?" the older woman asked.

"I'll tell you later," Anoa answered and grabbed her things. Once inside the school yard, she spotted two people. One had beautiful, long dark hair, with blue bangs, the other had shoulder-length green hair, pulled back into a ponytail. Both wore the Juuban High uniform, but the first girl had black gloves on. "Talis! Carmen!" Anoa cried, rushing over to the two girls. Talis smiled weakly and nodded her head.

"Good morning, Anoa," Talis stated. Anoa grinned. When Talis had joined their team, it had taken forever for her to get the girl out of the habit of addressing her as 'Princess'.

Carmen smiled. "How are you?" she asked.

Anoa shrugged. "Better than I was," she admitted, "…but it still hurts," she finished.

Carmen hugged her around the shoulders. "It's always going to be hard. He was your father," she stated. Anoa sighed and nodded, then headed inside, nearly ramming into a tall, red-headed boy.

"G-Gomen, Iwamoto-san…" she muttered. The red-haired boy grinned and shrugged it off. Anoa watched Himitsu follow him into the building, watching him carefully. He certainly does look like him, she thought. She led the two up to their classroom and sat down in her desk.

"So how long before Seiya-kun decides to take you home?" Anoa asked, looking over at Talis. The dark-haired girl shrugged.

"At this point, it's going to be a while. He's become quite smitten with Natalie," she answered. Anoa rolled her eyes, resting her chin in her palm.

"At least he's over me," she said. The three of them laughed and looked up as their homeroom teacher walked into the classroom.

The day went by slowly, and Anoa kept casting her gaze to the clock, tapping her foot against the floor lightly as she waited for the final bell to ring. She wanted out of here. She needed time to think, and to get away from the hustle and bustle of a school building. The minute the bell finally rang she gathered her things and headed out the door.

"Wait up, Anoa!" a voice called behind her. She stopped and turned. Himitsu caught up to her, a grin on his face.

"What is it, Kowasaki-san?" she asked. The boy smiled and took her bag from her hand, carrying it himself as they walked down the hall.

"Can I walk you home?" he asked. Anoa bit her lip.

"I'm not sure how Onee-chan will feel about that," she stated.

Himitsu grinned. "Oh, come on. I'm harmless," he stated. She shrugged and headed to her locker, and then out into the street. She decided that she didn't want Jason to meet this boy, and that she'd call him and explain the situation later. She had no intention of going any further than acquaintances with this boy.

"I heard about your dad," he said, looking at her, "…if there's anything I can do, just ask," he finished.

Anoa shrugged. "There's nothing anyone can do, and I'd prefer not to talk about it," she answered. The rest of the walk was silent, save for the few awkward comments made by the boy. They were only a block away from her house when he spoke again. This time, she heard something cold in his voice.

"You've just gone on with your life and forgotten about us, haven't you Princess?" he asked.

Anoa stared at him. "Excuse me?" she asked, confusion lining her voice. He smirked.

"I thought you'd figured it out by now, or don't you remember me?" he asked.

Anoa nodded. "Oh, I remember….I was just telling myself it wasn't possible. The Himitsu I knew died along with everyone else," she replied.

"Wrong," he hissed, "…the Himitsu you know died when you abandoned him! Before you he stands, reborn! An agent of the man who punished your mother for her naivety with her death!" he cried. Anoa's eyes widened and she took a step back.

"He's alive?" she asked. He grinned and lifted something into the air.

"See for yourself!" he cried. Princely armor covered his form, a single sword forming in his hands. That armor. His father had worn it. Anoa pulled of her pendant and thrust it into the air, wrapping her fingers around it when it formed into her henshin wand.

"Alania Imaginarium Power, Make-UP!" she cried, transforming. She readied her Katana, her eyes narrowing. "You're a fool, Himitsu, if you follow him!" Alania cried. "He's a monster and he murdered my mother for his own ambition!" she finished. Himitsu laughed and held up another card. Alania caught a quick glimpse of a man standing upside down. She recognized it as a tarot cared called The Hanged Man.

"This card stands for reversal, and I'm going reverse what your family did to our people!" he cried. Alania readied herself for battle, lifting her sword.

"World Shaking!" a voice cried. Alania blinked and turned, staring at the five figures standing behind her. Her eyes widened.

"Uranus!" she cried. Himitsu smirked.

"My guardian deity is a planet far up in the sky. Soldier of the sky, Sailor Uranus!" Uranus cried.

"My guardian deity is a planet with the sea of sand. Soldier of embrace, Sailor Neptune!" cried the teal-haired woman beside her.

"My guardian deity is a planet floating in time and space. Soldier of Revolution, Sailor Pluto!" cried the third of the group, twirling her staff above her head.

"My guardian deity is the planet of silence. Soldier of destruction, Sailor Saturn!" cried the youngest of the group.

The last to speak was someone Alania wasn't expecting: a young girl with dark skin, and long dark hair in a fuku all her own of pink, purple, and blue. "I am Sailor Heaven the Angel of Light! Cast out in the name of good...ye shall be punished!" cried the young girl. Alania was thankful for her family's appearance and their help. She turned on Himitsu, who backed away. He smirked a bit.

"It's too bad," he said, "…that your father promised you to that fool. I had hoped I'd get a chance to taste you before he decided. Until next time, Princess," he stated and held up another card, disappearing. Alania sighed and crossed her arms.

"He hasn't changed…" she muttered.

"You knew him?" Michiru asked, walking over to Alania. The younger senshi nodded.

"He used to be my best friend," she answered, "….I thought he was dead."