Author's Notes a bottom - Enjoy!
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Forever More
Prologue
By: Bethany
Editor: Meara
Rated: PG
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I collapsed down on the queen sized bed I shared with my husband
of three years. The ceiling fan slowly turned, circulating a small, but
very welcome breeze through the room. It was mid-June, just close
enough to summer that the heat was getting to be a little much. The
calendar hanging on the wall showed ten more days until my twenty-third
birthday. It seemed impossible that it had been five years since I had
traveled from the U.S. with my brother. Seemed even more impossible
that my parents had been dead for five years.
Three years ago we defeated the latest evil to threaten mankind.
Master Pharoah 90 was, to say the least, a formable opponent. He threw
everything from time warps to big ugly youmas at us. But in the end,
the Sailor Senshi prevailed.
Just three months after that battle, I suffered a miscarriage
that nearly destroyed me faster than any battle with evil could have.
Grief tore at my soul for the longest time, making me nearly go insane
with the loss of my baby. In the end I began grief counseling, and with
the support of my husband and friends, made it through.
The baby monitor on the table beside the bed hummed quietly,
echoing the silence that was in my house for once. On November 19,
eighteen months ago, I gave birth to my second child; a girl, whom we
named Keri. My beautiful baby had golden hair like mine and Shingo's,
and ocean blue eyes that hid well the fact that she was a walking,
running, always talking terror.
Then again, perhaps I had been spoiled with Chibi-Usa. My four
year old was so well behaved from newborn on - she never cried unless
she had to and was always content with every situation. Her younger
sister, Keri, was soon to drive both Mamo-chan and I insane. From the
first night she came home from the hospital, she let us know that she
was in no form or fashion going to be quiet and content. Those days
were over in a flash.
Age had not calmed her any, either. Just like Chibi-Usa, Keri
began talking at an incredibly young age. Unlike Chibi-Usa, she never
stopped talking afterwards. From dawn to dusk, Keri had an ongoing
conversation that started as baby gibberish and soon became the only
words she knew said over and over in different order. "No!" was her
favorite word of all time, followed closely by "Mine!" and "Baka!" (I
sent her to Minako's for the day after the Solider of Love taught her
that one.)
Yes, our Keri could talk non-stop, run from you and hide
everything her small hands could grasp. Mamo-chan had been dumpster
diving more than once for our keys. My wedding band had two trips down
the kitchen sink - she had even flushed the Silver Crystal. The only
person in the house unaffected by Keri's wrath was Shingo who had put a
lock on his door so high that she couldn't reach it - yet.
Outside of the dose of creativity our children gave us, life had
been quiet for my husband and I. Since the defeat of Pharoah 90, no
enemies had appeared in Tokyo and it seemed that it would stay that
way. Or so I hoped.
But to completely believe we had obtained peace would be naive on
my behalf. I knew too well how it was in my line of work, knew too well
that the end of one evil was only the beginning of another. Little did
I know that I would be the one to breed the next enemy in our lives.
--End Prologue.
It will be a couple of weeks before chapter one, I hope that everyone
is still sticking around for this story ^_^;; This is either the last
story or the next to last, it just depends on how it's fans stick
around. The reviews from "Flee to Destiny" and "No Greater Love" went
down, but not enough to keep me from writing more - so keep those
reviews coming, or drop me a line to let me know you're reading :)
Huge thanks to my editor *huggles* for keeping me inline. Disclaimer:
Yada, yada - I don't own Sailor Moon. You know the routine ^_^
See you in a couple of weeks for Chapter 1 - Shingo
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Forever More
Prologue
By: Bethany
Editor: Meara
Rated: PG
@------
I collapsed down on the queen sized bed I shared with my husband
of three years. The ceiling fan slowly turned, circulating a small, but
very welcome breeze through the room. It was mid-June, just close
enough to summer that the heat was getting to be a little much. The
calendar hanging on the wall showed ten more days until my twenty-third
birthday. It seemed impossible that it had been five years since I had
traveled from the U.S. with my brother. Seemed even more impossible
that my parents had been dead for five years.
Three years ago we defeated the latest evil to threaten mankind.
Master Pharoah 90 was, to say the least, a formable opponent. He threw
everything from time warps to big ugly youmas at us. But in the end,
the Sailor Senshi prevailed.
Just three months after that battle, I suffered a miscarriage
that nearly destroyed me faster than any battle with evil could have.
Grief tore at my soul for the longest time, making me nearly go insane
with the loss of my baby. In the end I began grief counseling, and with
the support of my husband and friends, made it through.
The baby monitor on the table beside the bed hummed quietly,
echoing the silence that was in my house for once. On November 19,
eighteen months ago, I gave birth to my second child; a girl, whom we
named Keri. My beautiful baby had golden hair like mine and Shingo's,
and ocean blue eyes that hid well the fact that she was a walking,
running, always talking terror.
Then again, perhaps I had been spoiled with Chibi-Usa. My four
year old was so well behaved from newborn on - she never cried unless
she had to and was always content with every situation. Her younger
sister, Keri, was soon to drive both Mamo-chan and I insane. From the
first night she came home from the hospital, she let us know that she
was in no form or fashion going to be quiet and content. Those days
were over in a flash.
Age had not calmed her any, either. Just like Chibi-Usa, Keri
began talking at an incredibly young age. Unlike Chibi-Usa, she never
stopped talking afterwards. From dawn to dusk, Keri had an ongoing
conversation that started as baby gibberish and soon became the only
words she knew said over and over in different order. "No!" was her
favorite word of all time, followed closely by "Mine!" and "Baka!" (I
sent her to Minako's for the day after the Solider of Love taught her
that one.)
Yes, our Keri could talk non-stop, run from you and hide
everything her small hands could grasp. Mamo-chan had been dumpster
diving more than once for our keys. My wedding band had two trips down
the kitchen sink - she had even flushed the Silver Crystal. The only
person in the house unaffected by Keri's wrath was Shingo who had put a
lock on his door so high that she couldn't reach it - yet.
Outside of the dose of creativity our children gave us, life had
been quiet for my husband and I. Since the defeat of Pharoah 90, no
enemies had appeared in Tokyo and it seemed that it would stay that
way. Or so I hoped.
But to completely believe we had obtained peace would be naive on
my behalf. I knew too well how it was in my line of work, knew too well
that the end of one evil was only the beginning of another. Little did
I know that I would be the one to breed the next enemy in our lives.
--End Prologue.
It will be a couple of weeks before chapter one, I hope that everyone
is still sticking around for this story ^_^;; This is either the last
story or the next to last, it just depends on how it's fans stick
around. The reviews from "Flee to Destiny" and "No Greater Love" went
down, but not enough to keep me from writing more - so keep those
reviews coming, or drop me a line to let me know you're reading :)
Huge thanks to my editor *huggles* for keeping me inline. Disclaimer:
Yada, yada - I don't own Sailor Moon. You know the routine ^_^
See you in a couple of weeks for Chapter 1 - Shingo