Chibimamoru: Small Lady's Little Brother
Prologue
Author's Notes: I know. I know. I've neglected this fanfic as well as my other one "The Outers Meet Their Match." Truth is…life took a turn for the worse and I just didn't have time to write any more. But I'm back now and ready to get cracking. I really, really like the ideas I had for this fanfic; however, last time I started this, I wrote myself right into a writer's block. This time I am trying a new approach. Tell me what you think and Chapter 1 should be up in the next day or two.
On the top floor of a simple dingy-red brick building, a pair of azure eyes stares sadly out of a foggy window. A concrete walk leads up to a wooden door decorated with a turkey figurine leftover from Thanksgiving. On either side of the walk layers of plush green grass roll out like a carpet from the side to the road to the lovely little flower garden adding just a bit of color to the dingy old building. In one corner of the yard was a patch of red and silver roses, which clashed with the rest of the garden. They were, however, the work of a certain sad little boy with pain-filled azure-colored eyes.
The second floor of this old three-story building was home to twenty-four three-to-five-year-old orphan boys. It was small and cramped with twelve simple metal beds pressed against either side of the wall in the form of a military squad bay. At the end of each bed was a little chest where the boys kept their few personal belongs. Underneath the beds were little drawers where their charity-donated clothing was stored. At the very end of the almost military-like room design was an old red-cushion window seat out-looking a large foggy window.
Here sat a small boy of but five years with messy raven hair and saddened though still amazing azure-colored eyes. Placing a single tiny hand on the foggy window, he starred down at the little patch of silver-red roses, which was his garden. Ms. Carol helped him to take care of it though she hadn't the faintest idea how'd he had made such rare flowers grow in such an unlikely place. It was one of the few things he had, which he could actually call his own.
Sighing dejectedly, the child turned his azure eyes towards the early morning sky. "Onee-san, are ya still up there? Why did you leave me here?" Every chance he could, he watched faithfully for the pink cloud which had swept his big sister away from him all those years ago. He couldn't remember her name or what she looked like, but he remembered the pink cloud. His tiny hand reached up to his neck, grabbing hold of the old unpolished silver-chain, which hung there disappearing underneath his faded charity-donated blue shirt. Tugging on the chain, he pulled out a shinning gold key with a little blue jewel in the center wrapping his tiny hand around it.
The mysterious little blue key and his silent toy-companion, A.B., were his only remaining links to a past that had long since been robbed from his waking memories. The white cathead looking sphere, known as A.B., was his one and only friend and stayed with him always. Tucking the key back up under his shirt, Mamo silently – so as not to wake the other sleeping boys, hopped down from his place on the faded cushion shuffling over to his bed, the last bed on the left nearest the window farthest from the door. A.B. lay on the pillow of the little unmade bed, large blue eyes starring lifelessly into space somewhere. "Wake up, A.B!" Mamo called to his friend wrapping both of his tiny arms around the toy dragging it off the bed. "Time to wake up now, A.B." As usual, A.B. gave no response but to continue his dead stare.
Sighing heavily, the azure-eyed child starred down into the lifeless blue eyes of his one and only friend. "A.B., do you think Mommy and Daddy still love me? Do you think Onee-san will ever come back for me? She said she would come back for me." A.B. was a one of a kind toy, which baffled a good many of his teachers. No one could quite figure out what the strange-looking toy was for. It was broken two and a half years ago in the Nemesis attack – the same attack which had robbed the little child of his memories leaving him orphaned without a home and without a past. Mamo The two-and-a-half-year-old had said. It was all he could remember. Me Mamo-chan
A flood of tears filled the large azure eyes of earth's most innocent and most lonely child. "I wish you could talk to me, A.B." Sniffling, the boy reached up a small shaking finger pressing it to the little button, which served as A.B.'s nose. Large blue eyes blinked slowly and stiffly. For a mere moment, the lifeless toy seemed to come to life. Mamo's heart skipped a beat. There was a small crackling noise, which lasted for a moment and stopped. Again, the little boy sighed heavily with obvious disappointment. He hadn't really expected anything to happen.
"If only I knew with this stupid key was for." Hugging A.B. tightly in his little five-year-old arms, Mamo cried softly – the same soft though heart wracking sobs that always came to break his teacher's hearts. "Mommy, Daddy, please come get me." Still holding his little toy, the heartbroken little child cried himself to sleep. "Mommy. . ." Was the last word audible word he spoke before drifting off into an uneasy sleep.
(end of scene)
Meanwhile, in a beautiful crystalline palace in the center of Earth's most prosperous city, a pair of dancing red eyes starred out of a crystal-clear third floor window. These red eyes belong to Princess "Small Lady" Serenity, otherwise known as Chibiusa, otherwise known as the Princess of the Earth and Moon, daughter to Neo Queen Serenity and King Endymion. The window she looked out from was her favorite one. It was located in the East Wing hallway where her suite of rooms was located and beheld the most beautiful view of the city – her city – Crystal Tokyo.
She sighed inwardly, staring, enthralled as the sunlight reflected off the beautiful and still quiet place of her home. The pink haired child was not wrapped up in her thoughts for long when her small stomach made its hunger known. The rumbling sensation in her abdomen drew her away from her precious view and out of her large room all together. With her gaze focused on the floor, her thoughts already taken her far from the palace, her pink slippered feet made a soft scraping sound on the carpet. Her thin nightgown rustled around her skinny legs as they carried her in the direction of salvation from the nagging of her stomach. This day was one for excitement; she would be spending the late afternoon with her father when he had finished with the duties of a King.
The informal dinning room where she and her father (and whoever else happened to be up early) always shared breakfast. Down two flights of stairs to the first floor, a quick turn into one of the main halls, third door on the left right next to the kitchen – the princess had quickly memorized the way to salvation. Descending the second flight of stairs, she approached eleven-year-old Prince Antiny, first-son of Guardian Mercury and General Atrus, biting into a piece of fruit leftover from his breakfast and seeming a bit distracted by some distant thought, not that that was unusual – for Antiny anyways.
Chibiusa noticed him right away. How could she not? He was a very attractive young male, and the only person she could remotely consider a friend. However that was not saying very much seeing as he spent most of his time either mixed with his own thoughts or engulfed in a book, as was his nature. He was intelligent beyond argument, but Chibiusa sometimes wondered if that worked against him.
"Good morning, young sir," She said politely, copying a phrase she heard her mother use often. She so longed to be as graceful and as regal her fair mother, and no matter how silly Chibiusa thought herself she couldn't help but continue to practice that of her mother's ways.
'Young Sir?' Not that this was the first time he'd been called that, but the voice saying was not one of one of the Senshi or an older servant and it was much to young to be Neo Queen Serenity. Antiny blinked. Pushing his soft, soft blue hair back from his face, he focused handsome emerald-green eyes on the young princess. Ah…now it made sense. He was older than the princess by about two years, and so fought back the urge to laugh at her mistake.
Smiling, he bowed in a smooth elegant gesture – that is elegant only if it was done properly and Antiny seemed to have mastered the art. "Good Morning, Small Lady-sama." He answered in his naturally gentle and quiet voice. "I trust you – " Antiny's voice cracked, as the voices of young boys tend to do at one time or another. The young Mercurian prince blushed deeply. "I trust you slept well?" He finished.
Small Lady smiled and curtsied in return, even though she was still in her nightgown. She smiled lightly at the cracking of his voice, but seeing as he was already slightly flushed from it, she chose to act as if she hadn't heard a thing. "I did, thank you," She replied. "I hope you slept equally...good." was what had come out but not how she had wanted to say it. Her attempts at being Royal were swatted by a mere stumble of words. She silently cursed herself, a frown present on her young face. 'Mmm . . . good move you baka!' She felt the sudden urge to stomp her foot at her stupidity but refrained from doing so.
Chuckling lightly, Antiny relaxed taking another bite out of the orange he had swiped from the breakfast table. He rubbed his throat sorely while making a mental note to ask his mother for some medicine before heading to the Library to read, as he was his usual early morning routine. He would get up before everyone else to have his breakfast in peace. He would not feel comfortable sitting in on the little princess and her parents, Damien and Triston were loud in the mornings, and the Inner Planetary Senshi would be teasing him over his looks or asking him uncomfortable questions about his almost non-existent social life.
No, he would rather eat alone. Occasionally, he would see the Outers when they were in town, but they never bothered him. Afterwards, he would head to the library for a few hours of quiet reading before the warm old-fashioned fireplace he loved so much while everyone else stumbled in for breakfast. Flushing a bit, Antiny was never exactly sure what was best to say to the little princess, especially when she was attempting to be "formal and elegant" like her mother, which was most of the time. "Hai. I slept well."
Shifting uncomfortably at the sudden silence, Antiny glanced longingly in the direction of the library – his safe haven from the world – before turning his attention back to the young princess. He didn't know what exactly it was, but somehow they young princess always managed to make him nervous.
Chibiusa was aware of Antiny's darting glances towards the library. She knew he didn't like to socialize. Sighing, she opted to allow him relief. "Well, breakfast awaits. It was nice to see you Antiny," She said sweetly. At least he had taken a moment to acknowledge her, unlike Damien and Triston. Well Triston chose to avoid her and Damien was just mean to her. Chibiusa's mood soured as she thought about the little Prince from Mars.
She side stepped Antiny with a small smile and then entered the dining area, hoping there would be something more than fruit there. In that sense, she was much like her 20th century mother. She had an awful sweet tooth and would much prefer eating cake to an orange, or any sort of fruit, unless it was covered in sugar, or chocolate or something equally sugary. Bowing again in his gentle formal way, Antiny sighed with relief and turned to leave. He headed in the direction of the Mercurian Families personal area still rubbing his throat sorely. Damn hormones.
(end of scene)