REUNION (Part 1) by Sievert Dinar
Disclaimer - Sailormoon is owned by a lot of people, most of whom
are not me, so don't get all worked up about my using the characters
in ways they weren't meant. I'm just a common or garden fanfic
writer without a hope in this dark and cruel world. Maybe.
She should have known what to expect. After waiting one
hundred years for him to contact her, she should have known he'd be
different. Again.
Setsuna entered the small coffee shop on the corner of the
busy lane, brushing her hair from her eyes. She had been rattled by
the unexpected letter which had arrived in yesterday's post, asking
for her to meet him here, and it outwardly showed. Her traditional
fastidious neatness had gone, replaced by a ruffled preparedness, a
sign that she had not slept well the previous night. Her coat and
dress were not as neatly pressed as they could have been, and her
sartorial pride was taking a battering as the waitress of the coffee
shop looked her up and down, grabbing a menu from the counter and
making her way over to the shop's latest patron.
"You are Meiou-san?" The waitress looked up at her, smiling.
Setsuna studied her for a few moments, wondering how it was possible
that she would know her name.
"Yes." She nodded, curtly. The waitress gestured to a table
in the corner of the room.
"Your friend shall be here very soon. He said that you would
be coming." She smiled and lead Setsuna over to the table. Of
course he would. He always planned these kinds of things in
advance.
"Does he often come to your shop?" Setsuna asked with
deliberate nonchalance. The waitress turned to her, smiling without
giving away any of her thoughts and feelings.
"Yes, quite frequently, in all of his various guises. I think
he likes the atmosphere of this place." She paused. "Although I am
surprised that he has not invited you here, before."
"Our meetings with each other have been few and far between."
Setsuna sighed, sitting down at the table and taking the proffered
menu from the waitress. "VERY few and far between. Our
relationship has not always been the best. Certainly, not since the
day he abandoned...." Setsuna paused, then looked away, through the
window that lined the table. The waitress took this as a signal to
make herself scarce.
Setsuna let her go without turning back. Sighing, she stared
down at the menu in her hands, reading through it without really
taking any of it in.
Just what did he have to say to her, after all of this time?
Their lives had taken such divergent paths since he had last
bothered to contact her. Every hundred or so years, she realised,
he'd move in, just to make sure she was alright. It had been that
way ever since she expressed her bitterness to him in the wake of
David's death....
David.... Setsuna took a breath. It was all so long ago,
now, she was surprised there was any pain left to feel. It was one
of the reasons she had chosen to follow the path of Pluto, when she
was given the opportunity. To engross herself in the role of one of
Queen Serenity's senshi.
Serenity knew she was different from the moment they had first
met, and had placed her in a position of esoteric authority that
few of the others would accept. But then, Eternals were like that,
taunting mere mortals with games and lives for their own amusement.
She was surprised when Serenity had willingly given up her existence
for her progeny. Maybe even Eternals were capable of emotional
attachment.
"You shall order a short black coffee, followed by a small
slice of chocolate cake." His voice interrupted her thoughts. She
looked up and attempted to smile, failing, not surprised in the least
by his sudden appearance.
He was different, again, and a lot younger in appearance than
he had been the last time. Now he had long, wavy and unkempt light-
brown hair, surrounding a thin face with a beaky nose and piercing
eyes. He wore a large, dark jacket over a light shirt and trousers
which bore a resemblance to the kind of fashion worn by men in the
wild west of the late 1800's. If not for the fact that she was
feeling so introspective, she'd have snorted out loud. "Oh come
on." He said. "I don't look that bad, do I?"
His pleading tone brought a slight smile to the edge of her
mouth. "No.... Not THAT bad." Her voice was almost a whisper,
which surprised her. It seemed to surprise him, too.
"You seem to be a little upset." He looked through the
window. "Maybe meeting here was not such a good idea."
"No. This is.... alright." She paused. "Besides, at least
we're not out in public like we were the last time we met. You
would never stop talking about my green hair." She swallowed, then
stood up. "I'm being rude, of course...."
"No.... No, you have every right to be angry with me...." He
sighed. "It's good to see you're well, though, Susan."
"Setsuna."
"Hmm?" He frowned. "Of course.... You changed your
name.... To fit in with the local culture. Although why you chose
a name like Meiou Setsuna, with all of its dark connotations, I'll
never understand."
"It doesn't matter. My original name was never Susan to begin
with, anyway." She put an arm on his shoulder. "It's good to see
you again, too, Grandfather....
The End of Part One
Doctor Who is owned by the BBC (This is a disclaimer, if you're in
any doubt).
Sievert Anathea Dinar sievertd@hotmail.com
Disclaimer - Sailormoon is owned by a lot of people, most of whom
are not me, so don't get all worked up about my using the characters
in ways they weren't meant. I'm just a common or garden fanfic
writer without a hope in this dark and cruel world. Maybe.
She should have known what to expect. After waiting one
hundred years for him to contact her, she should have known he'd be
different. Again.
Setsuna entered the small coffee shop on the corner of the
busy lane, brushing her hair from her eyes. She had been rattled by
the unexpected letter which had arrived in yesterday's post, asking
for her to meet him here, and it outwardly showed. Her traditional
fastidious neatness had gone, replaced by a ruffled preparedness, a
sign that she had not slept well the previous night. Her coat and
dress were not as neatly pressed as they could have been, and her
sartorial pride was taking a battering as the waitress of the coffee
shop looked her up and down, grabbing a menu from the counter and
making her way over to the shop's latest patron.
"You are Meiou-san?" The waitress looked up at her, smiling.
Setsuna studied her for a few moments, wondering how it was possible
that she would know her name.
"Yes." She nodded, curtly. The waitress gestured to a table
in the corner of the room.
"Your friend shall be here very soon. He said that you would
be coming." She smiled and lead Setsuna over to the table. Of
course he would. He always planned these kinds of things in
advance.
"Does he often come to your shop?" Setsuna asked with
deliberate nonchalance. The waitress turned to her, smiling without
giving away any of her thoughts and feelings.
"Yes, quite frequently, in all of his various guises. I think
he likes the atmosphere of this place." She paused. "Although I am
surprised that he has not invited you here, before."
"Our meetings with each other have been few and far between."
Setsuna sighed, sitting down at the table and taking the proffered
menu from the waitress. "VERY few and far between. Our
relationship has not always been the best. Certainly, not since the
day he abandoned...." Setsuna paused, then looked away, through the
window that lined the table. The waitress took this as a signal to
make herself scarce.
Setsuna let her go without turning back. Sighing, she stared
down at the menu in her hands, reading through it without really
taking any of it in.
Just what did he have to say to her, after all of this time?
Their lives had taken such divergent paths since he had last
bothered to contact her. Every hundred or so years, she realised,
he'd move in, just to make sure she was alright. It had been that
way ever since she expressed her bitterness to him in the wake of
David's death....
David.... Setsuna took a breath. It was all so long ago,
now, she was surprised there was any pain left to feel. It was one
of the reasons she had chosen to follow the path of Pluto, when she
was given the opportunity. To engross herself in the role of one of
Queen Serenity's senshi.
Serenity knew she was different from the moment they had first
met, and had placed her in a position of esoteric authority that
few of the others would accept. But then, Eternals were like that,
taunting mere mortals with games and lives for their own amusement.
She was surprised when Serenity had willingly given up her existence
for her progeny. Maybe even Eternals were capable of emotional
attachment.
"You shall order a short black coffee, followed by a small
slice of chocolate cake." His voice interrupted her thoughts. She
looked up and attempted to smile, failing, not surprised in the least
by his sudden appearance.
He was different, again, and a lot younger in appearance than
he had been the last time. Now he had long, wavy and unkempt light-
brown hair, surrounding a thin face with a beaky nose and piercing
eyes. He wore a large, dark jacket over a light shirt and trousers
which bore a resemblance to the kind of fashion worn by men in the
wild west of the late 1800's. If not for the fact that she was
feeling so introspective, she'd have snorted out loud. "Oh come
on." He said. "I don't look that bad, do I?"
His pleading tone brought a slight smile to the edge of her
mouth. "No.... Not THAT bad." Her voice was almost a whisper,
which surprised her. It seemed to surprise him, too.
"You seem to be a little upset." He looked through the
window. "Maybe meeting here was not such a good idea."
"No. This is.... alright." She paused. "Besides, at least
we're not out in public like we were the last time we met. You
would never stop talking about my green hair." She swallowed, then
stood up. "I'm being rude, of course...."
"No.... No, you have every right to be angry with me...." He
sighed. "It's good to see you're well, though, Susan."
"Setsuna."
"Hmm?" He frowned. "Of course.... You changed your
name.... To fit in with the local culture. Although why you chose
a name like Meiou Setsuna, with all of its dark connotations, I'll
never understand."
"It doesn't matter. My original name was never Susan to begin
with, anyway." She put an arm on his shoulder. "It's good to see
you again, too, Grandfather....
The End of Part One
Doctor Who is owned by the BBC (This is a disclaimer, if you're in
any doubt).
Sievert Anathea Dinar sievertd@hotmail.com