Hello all! Thanks for reading and reviewing so far, as its been greatly appreciated. I'm currently in the process of moving so hopefully the update schedule will stay consistant. At least for the most part. This is an idea ive floated around for some time, but finally gave in to... breathing life to my own vision of what lies after "happily ever after."
"Alright, ladies. I know that you might be a little rusty so tonight we are going to be sitting back and observing." Stated plainly and, strangely enough, mouthed by a small black feline postured regally beside two young women on a busy street corner.
"Luna, I don't think that's going to be necessary. We can handle this just fine, and if we find ourselves in a bind we can defend ourselves." Reassured one of the girls, tall and slender with a brown mane tied in place with a scrunchie an inch or so below her shoulders.
"Matoko, I'm doing this for your own safety. We are going to be doing this my way, and that is final. I don't know what id do if anything were to happen to the four of you." The furry creature confessed with a heaviness in her voice before taking a running leap and landing atop a trash can to better see her companions.
"Luna, we understand that after what happened you're scared to have us go back into the field. But we can do this. We need to do this. To prove ourselves to you." Proclaimed the second of the two women, blonde with hair tied in a ribbon but long enough to reach her waist.
"I trust you Minako, it's them I'm worried about." Luna continued whilst looking in all directions in hopes of spotting either of the two holdouts for their little meeting, without much success. "Where are those two..."
"I mean, this is Usagi we're talking about. She'd be late for her own birth if you didn't remind her before, during, and after. Why don't we just take a look from far away, check it out, and be twice as careful?" The brunette offered eagerly, causing a grunt of disappointment from Luna.
Both the brunette and the blonde alike were dressed in a fashion that stood out like a elephant on a bullet train: with a color-coded sailor themed outfit that came complete with a top with bows just below the neck, silky smooth white gloves nearly running up to the elbow, and brightly colored boots running halfway up to their knees. The bull-headed and tomboyish brunette adorned in an earthy green while the calm and collected Minako wore a faded orange. It hadn't been their first time having to run face first into the potential for danger and risk their safety to keep the streets of Tokyo safe, but they had now been scarred with the knowledge of what costs come with such a task. Now the dreams of grandeur were brought down to a matter of facts and the four of them, what remained, had to pick up the pieces and do what they could not to wallow in a vicious cycle of negativity because of their past missteps. It was because of such that they had gone a full six months without investigating into matters of the unknown, and left the world to slowly think of their presence as a hoax or even a publicity stunt for some kind of television show. And in that time they took what time they needed and lived their lives as normal teenagers would, Luna remarking on just how far they had come since first awakening them to their potential...sadly also coming to terms with the more rational obligations that would soon get in the way of their training.
"Hey! What about Ami? She's not here either!" Matoko pleaded.
"She is on a different assignment, tonight." Luna replied, slightly peeved.
"Lucky..." She whispered underneath her breath.
"Come on, she probably just has her face burried in a book." Minako told her with a friendly chuckle.
"Blech..." She spat with disgust at the thought of schoolwork.
Luna said nothing and would remain as such until the other members of the group arrived, nearly thirty minutes later with a firm lecture from all three of them. But what they hadnt noticed was the sly grin she tucked away beneath her fur as they so greatly underestimated their teammate.
If only they knew...
