I DON'T OWN SAILOR MOON, OR ANYTHING RELATED TO THE FRANCHIZE.

Now that that's out of the way, it occurs to me... I forgot to write a last name for Zoisite- as well as an ethnical background- yes, all five of them were born in Japan- for reason I think I specified, but they are all from different countries- Kunzite is half Russian, Half Japanese. Endymion is half Italian, Half Japanese, Jadeite is Irish, Nephrite is Scottish (yes, I know Scotland is a part of England, but they're different- at least, ethnically and historically speaking). For the record: Zoisite is Ukrainian. Because I can. His Last name is Siryvovk- which is... well, it's me mashing the Ukrainian words for Grey and Wolf (Siryy and Vovk respectively, or, at least, so sayeth google) together- because... again: I can. It's a similarity he shares with the others (because I went back and changed them... Jackson is just too... normal for me. His name is Nephrite Lyall, now. and I kind of wanted to change Endymion's name for real, so, now, his name is Endymion Marrok). Yes. In a way, this means that Endymion has his own Wolf Pack... and that includes himself. I'm laughing about that... though, to be completely honest... they all kind of remind me of wolves in the first place... and I really wasn't subtle about it.

Due to this change in names, I had to tweak the story just the tiniest bit, so you might want to reread... the major difference is just in Rebirth Cycle 1... though I changed Endymion's mom's name and nationality. Now, his Dad's the Italian, and his mom's Japanese. Her name went from Bianca to Suzuki, and her surname was (before marriage) Chiba. So, again, the slightest bit of changing.

I tried to catch it all, but I may have missed some- like when I changed Kunzite's father's name- so if I did, please, let me know. Anyway, long-ass spiel is over- for now.

By the way: Ciara - Anahita's great-grandmother's name is pronounced Kay-ra or Keera. Not Kee-yar-a. It's Irish. It's complicated. It's also pretty.

Also: Jadeite's name... you'll hear the other generals (depending on who they are) call him either Jade or Jed.

Chapter 5- Reunion Cycle

PAST: Metalia's defeat

No... no this couldn't be happening! Those... children, the sailor scouts! Daughter of Selene, whom her own sister had cursed and her puny guardians! NO!

"Mother, you promised!" she wailed as she felt herself be blown apart, her consciousness was still there, though. Cursed by the cursed to never again take form. She was far too weak...

You have failed.

Her mother, Chaos. She was there. "Mother! Help me!" she pleaded, though she knew it was in vain. Her mother held no maternal feeling for her offspring. If Metalia had failed, she would send one of her other her siblings... or her own minion...

You have failed to do what I have told you, daughter. Now, you suffer.

Metalia wept. Screamed out in her mind. No one could hear her. Beryl had failed her- those generals had failed her. The silver crystal was still in the moon's possession. She raged at her defeat, at her weakness that had been exploited...

She would be no more, after this...

"Sailor Moon, you will be destroyed..." she whispered... a last, dying promise. A promise that, if not she, then someone else would keep. It was her curse on the princess...

Just as her sister had cursed the moon kingdom, so would she curse the princess.

Present Day- Elysion

After the return of their memories, they stayed at Elysion. OF course, all of them besides Kunzite attended university (Zoisite, Jadeite and Nephrite were attending Oxford, Endymion was going to Tokyo University), so they opted for online courses- or, at least Jadeite and Zoisite did (for the most part). Endymion, who was in the medical program, actually had to attend. This caused him to commute between the two places...

Which, as it turned out, was spectacular training with teleportation. Helios taught them to control their magics- something that they already had (after all, they were raised by the outer senshi, who taught them to control their abilities without them even knowing).

In this manner, two years passed.

At this moment, they were sitting in the 'meeting room', as they called it. As usual, Kunzite was deep in thought. Jadeite was writing a paper for one of his classes, Zoisite was reading one of his textbooks, frowning as he made notes in the margins, and Nephrite was studying star-charts. Endymion was due back to Elysion from class in a few minutes, and they were bored.

That is, they were bored until their silver-haired 'leader' spoke up. "We're still missing memories," he said. It was common knowledge amongst them, but it still made the other three stop what they were doing and look at the detective (not that they knew he was a detective, he still hadn't told them what his job really was. they only knew it was in law enforcement).

"Well, we already know that. The Aunts told us- Helios told us." Zoisite pointed out. "Something about us blocking the information."

"You of all people wouldn't block information, Zoi... not willingly, anyway. Oddly, that's my point." Kunzite retorted. Zoisite just smirked. It was a bleak, dark look that looked rather terrifying on his face- even the leader of the group was wary of that look- it meant nothing good.

"I'm not so sure, Kunzite," he said quietly, there was something in his tone he'd only acquired recently when approached with the subject of their memories- self-loathing. "I very nearly blocked out what happened during the Silver Millennium."

Jadeite winced at the mention of that. They all did. "I think what Kunzite was getting at was that you didn't, whether or not you contemplated doing so... you still didn't." Nephrite finally spoke. Zoisite shook his head, causing his long, curly hair to bounce around in its low ponytail.

"The point that I'm trying to make is that I nearly did, so maybe what I'm blocking- what we're blocking... is worse." This statement caused Kunzite to frown, his head jerked around to his brother.

"What," he growled, silver eyes narrowed and glittering dangerously at the youngest general, "Could be worse than betraying our prince, and getting him killed, Zoisite?"

"Why did we betray him in the first place?" the longer haired man countered. "Do you remember? I don't. What could cause us to question him so much that Beryl had an opening?" Leaf green eyes narrowed as well now. "Seriously, can you answer that, Kunzite, because I can't. In fact, I don't think we doubted or questioned him at all."

He sighed, and rubbed his forehead, shoving the long, not quite ginger, not quite wheat gold hair out of the way, before speaking again, tone morose. "My point still stands. It had something to do with that whole train-wreck."

"I agree with Zoi, here, Kunz." Jadeite spoke up suddenly. His usually jovial face was marred with a serious frown. "really, why was Beryl able to get to us, Kunz? None of us know the answer to that... lest of all you. I can't remember why Beryl wanted so badly to destroy Endymion... and for that matter, what did the Silver Millennium have to do with it? It was a completely different kingdom that we really didn't have anything to do with- aside from Dymion falling for the moon princess, even if we were in negotiations with them..." he trailed off.

Kunzite hated to admit it, but Jadeite and Zoisite were right. Nephrite sighed. "We'll find out sooner or later," the second oldest of the group stood, shutting his charts. "I don't know when, but we'll remember... I just hope we can handle it."

Zoisite winced, remembering his reaction to his betrayal of Endymion. Though his own questions on their situation were not answered- aunt Setsuna was annoyingly closed mouthed about the whole thing, he understood what Nephrite was saying.

"Wow, I came back at a fantastic time, didn't I?" Endymion entered the room with a wry smirkl "Such a dark conversation... what brought it on?" he dropped into a chair at the table, draping his long limbs over a chair, with one foot resting on the wood of the table in front of him. His dark blue eyes sparkling with humor and mischief, a sly smirk twitching on his face. The others rolled their eyes.

Jadeite smirked. "Kunzite was brooding." He said. Endymion nodded in understanding and fake- pity. "He does excel at that... well," he grinned. "He and Neph do... and Zoi's almost as bad."

"You and I are the only ones who don't waste time brooding... at least until you start drinking, oh prince Edge-lord." Jadeite gave him a mocking bow, and even Kunzite smirked. Nephrite chuckled as Endymion pouted.

"Not cool, Jade." He muttered. "Especially when you start crying when you drink." He paused for a second before adding, "You're clingy, too." Total lies, but, as Jadeite never remembered what happened after he got drunk, they always lied about it, calling him an over-emotional teenage girl.

Zoisite, however, did remember a time when a sloppily drunk Jadeite had cried all over a trapped, sober Kunzite (who'd looked so uncomfortable, that they'd taken a picture, just to solidify evidence), and laughed outright. "He has a fair point, Jade," he pointed out as the blonde pouted. He turned his glare to the longer pale-haired general.

"Oh, shut up." He snapped, ears going a bit pink.

"Well, that took away the serious edge I had..." Kunzite grumbled, annoyed that none of the others took this as seriously as he did- with the exception of Nephrite. Maybe it was because they were older. Said Brunette rolled his eyes.

"No use, now, Kunz." He said. "Besides, as I said, we'll find out eventually. There's no point in brooding over it."

"We'll have to work with our aunts..." and the other, newly reborn sailor scouts..." Endymion said. "There's a good chance-"

"That you'll fall for the princess, and bring about galactic destruction again? Yeah, we know." Zoisite smirked as Endymion punched him on the shoulder.

"Oh, shut up, Zoi." He grumbled, though his ears turned pink. Kunzite rolled his eyes.

"Can we talk about something else, now?" Jadeite wined. "I'm trying to put off my homework."

"Most people would love to be going to Oxford, Jade. It continuously astounds me that you think it's unimportant." Nephrite drawled. Jadeite glared at him.

"Well, we are about to start a war with a being that's thousands of years old. Do forgive me if I don't fins the same amount of importance in going to school right now." He retorted, pale blue-grey eyes glinting with ice.

"Says the full-ride scholarship." Nephrite shot back, "Which will go away if you don't take it more seriously." The history majoring blonde glared at the dual major harder.

"I can't take it any more seriously than I am already. I haven't got a failing mark yet, so sod off."

It wasn't often that the second youngest knight's heavy Connacht-Irish accent came out, though when it did, it sounded like he'd walked straight out of a pub in county Claire... and it was strong. Just as strong (in Endymion's opinion as he watched the exchange with a foreboding kind of interest)- if not more so than the Ulster-Scott's drawl that Nephrite started into when he got pissed- or mildly annoyed. Honestly, most of the time they all forgot that the two were Irish and Scottish (his mother had moved herself, Nephrite and Hotaru back to Scotland after divorcing his father).

Actually, it was kind of funny, the reincarnated prince thought. He and Zoisite tended to bust out in a mix of (predominately, anyway) Japanese and English- well, for Endymion, Italian was also thrown into the mix, as Ukrainian was for Zoisite. Kunzite was Japanese, English and Russian, Jadeite had Old Gaelic (from both sets of grandparents), and Nephrite had Celtic- from his grandmother... then, there were the other languages- they all spoke Greek and Latin and Japanese. Egyptian... some older languages- Sumerian (a long- dead language, but then so was the Mycenean Greek they sometimes found themselves talking in), and another language... one that didn't have a name, and (according to Helios) was far older than even Sumerian.

Endymion reflected on this. As Nephrite and Jadeite continued to bicker, their accents got thicker and thicker- they started arguing in a mess of languages... right up until Jadeite punched Nephrite in the face.

Not, Endymion thought, a good idea when it came to Nephrite. After all, he was- physically, at least- the strongest, and- despite his size- agile and quick. Hotaru had taught him all sorts of different disciplines of martial arts, and he'd taken to it quicker than most.

Jadeite could- and did- hold his own against the brunette, though. He was quicker, still, with his slimmer build (not that Neph was much broader- he was the tallest, standing at 198.12 cm, with slightly broader shoulders, but, comparatively, they were all pretty much about the same build... Neph and Kunz were a bit broader, but not by much- and Kunz was shorter). Endymion watched until a stray punch hit Zoisite, who, though he was not the toughest- was the quickest and most vicious (and yes, that included Kunzite) of them- not to mention the fact that he had the quickest temper of the lot- though to be honest, none of them were all hard to anger. Case in point: this. Sensing that he'd get swallowed up in the fight if he stayed so close to it, he slowly backed up... right up until he got kidney-punched. Cussing, he fell.

His Italian temper snapped then, as he'd known it would, and he threw himself into the fight. The only one left was Kunzite, who was just wondering how in the hell this went from lost memories, to college classes, to a fistfight in the span of ten minutes... right up until he was punched in the face by Jadeite.

By the time Helios came in- he'd been talking to Luna and Artemis- the fighting was in full swing, cartoonishly playing out- complete with chairs being thrown around and other pieces of furniture overturned or broken. A pale brow shot up, but the high priest did nothing to stop it. Instead, he opted to go and make popcorn to watch the fight.

Artemis had come in with him, so cat and priest sat and watched the mayhem. "Are they... always like this?" the feline guardian asked, bottle-green eyes on the silver-haired general. Helios snorted in humor, popping some popcorn into his mouth.

"They've always been like this," he replied dryly, a humored smirk covered his face as he looked down at the cat and passed him the bag. "the princess and her guards just never saw this side of them."

"On purpose, I suppose?" Artemis drawled.

"How's your family settling in?" Helios asked, changing the topic. None of the 'heavenly kings' heard him. The cat chuckled, shaking his head as he answered. "Oh, they're fine. Are you sure this place is safe, though? For their families?" Helios grinned darkly now, as he contemplated the cat's question.

"That bitch has never been able to come here. I don't care what she's done to gain enough power to reform herself, but to her, Elysion is unreachable." He said grimly, though there was a faint sneer in his voice.

Artemis nodded. "Good." He said. "She's been especially worried about her family- actually, all of the families."

"They'll be safer here than they would be anywhere else." The Head Priest of Earth stated solemnly. Artemis sighed, and continued, dodging an empty flower pot being thrown at them (when did they get a flower pot, Helios wondered,) and rolled his eyes.

"Next question," Helios said, the cat blinked. "How are you planning on getting the others here?"

"Oh... that's already taken care of... Luna, the outer scouts and I figured that one out a long time ago." The devious smile on the cat's face slightly unnerved Helios, but he said nothing. Instead, he opted to shake his head, and sigh, as a tea-cup (again, when did they get that kind of crockery?) flew past his head.

"and has the princess met her head scout?"

"No." Artemis hesitated. "Not yet. She's still... she's still got gaps in her memory."

"Ah... is it...?" he jerked his head towards the still raging fight. Artemis snorted.

"If only it was just that. She'd be good. She doesn't quite remember the Silver Millennium times." He replied, paused. Looked at the fight, and then snorted. "And right now," he mused, watching the great high prince of Earth and his generals roll around like a pack of grade-schoolers, "I'm not sure I want her to meet him."

"He is seven years older than her," Helios grinned slyly. "Though honestly, in the long run... I don't think seven years matters all that much."

"Not as much as the millions of years difference between you and your yet-to-be-born lady, after all," Artemis stated dryly. Helios blushed dully, glaring at the cat. "There was nothing between her and me." He muttered.

"Yet," the at said simply.

Helios blinked, and scowled. The high priest then decided to do something totally undignified and unfit of his position as the high priest of Earth: he shot the cat a rather rude, very human hand gesture. Artemis laughed.

"Real mature, Helios." The cat sneered. The priest ignored him.

Somewhere in Greece, Same Time

It was beautiful here, Thisbe thought, as she walked along the beach. She'd never been anywhere half as lovely... though Russia and Italy came quite close... unless one was measuring by temperature in Russia's case. She made a face at the thought. Many a time, she'd been drawn to go with her parents when they were showing a play in Russia. She never quite knew why.

The hot, Mediterranean sun beat down on her. For now, she was alone (though to be fair, it wasn't really tourist season). So, she sat in the sand in cut off jean shorts and orange tank-top, completely comfortable despite the sunburn she was undoubtably getting.

She got comfortable, and sighed, closing her eyes, letting the lethargy from the sun overtake her senses. She'd be okay sleeping here, though. She'd never gotten into any trouble before that she couldn't get herself out of. Slowly, she drifted, letting her mind wander.

Twenty minutes later, the sound of someone running in the sand toward her made her indigo eyes crack open. "Thisbe! There you are!" she moved her head to the side as Cora's voice rang out. The fifteen-year-old ran towards her.

"Hey, Cora. Hwere's Leslie and Nino?" Thisbe asked her sister, though she'd lazily lay on the sand, eyes closed. She knew she'd have to get all the sand out later, but right now, she didn't care. She looked, Cora thought, like a contented cat basking in a sunspot. She giggled.

"I don't know... but mom wanted to see you," she said. Sighing in disappointment, Thisbe got up, and shook her long, golden hair out, opting to lazily follow Cora back to the hotel. Her eyes were half lidded, sleepy. She wasn't too happy about being woken up from her little catnap, either, but she wouldn't let that get to her.

She could always come back when she was done seeing what her mother wanted, after all, Bijoux LeFevre didn't ask much of her children, really. She smiled at the thought. Hell, she'd uprooted the whole family to Greece based on one of her children being the reincarnation of a warrior princess.

She giggled at the thought. Her? A warrior princess? Well, she could say that she was able to hold herself in a fight... and most thought she was superhumanly strong- and she guessed they were right... but still. She shook her head as she followed her baby sister.

Providence, Rhode Island

"I think it's time." Anahita blinked and looked up at her mother. She took off her reading glasses and cocked her head to the side. Her practically, pixie-cut blue hair barely brushed her shoulder. "Time for what, mom?"

"You're going, Anahita."

This sentence only served to confuse the poor girl more. "Uh... I'm going where?" she frowned. Miranda rolled her eyes at her daughter before answering.

"Simple, my little water-fairy," she replied. "Your senior trip. You're going."

This brought Anahita up short. "But... mom!" she protested. "I can't! there's too much to-"

"Dear, you can't spend your life in books- or in an operating room." Miranda's eyebrow- shades lighter than her own twilight blue hair- was raised. Anahita's jaw dropped.

Most parents would be ecstatic over their daughter (or child) studying. Not Miranda Barker. But she wasn't done yet. She pinned her daughter with a look. "It's your senior trip, dear. You didn't go to prom- or any other thing that you could've gone to but didn't. Honey, please. Go. Have fun."

"I have fun learning." Anahita protested weakly.

"Learn about Greek history, then." Her mother grinned. "On the beach, with some attractive Greek teen. Or a classmate..."

"MOM!" Anahita gaped, her voice high and squeaky. "How could you want that?!" Miranda laughed.

"Dear, you've never dated. I'm not saying do what I did. I'm saying- for once, just go have fun."

"It's for three months!" Anahita yelped. "I have to..."

"You've already been going to Harvard Medical School- you've been dual-enrolled for the last four years. You're starting your master's next You've got it on track."

Anahita sighed, pouting as she sat back down. She'd been out maneuvered, and she knew it. Dr. Miranda Barker may not have been any sort of medical doctor, but she knew how to outmaneuver her child-genius daughter.

From the other room, Ciara chuckled. She'd been prepared to step in- favoring Miranda, of course. Anahita didn't ever take time for herself. Ever. It wasn't good for her. However, it seemed that her grand daughter didn't need any help with her daughter right now.

Anahita sighed. "Okay, mother." She mumbled. "I'll do it. For you." Miranda rolled her eyes at her daughter's use of the word mother. She only used it when she was pouting. Odd child, she chuckled at the thought.

Now, Anahita hardly ever pouted- or got angry. Usually, she was soft-spoken, shy and incredibly sweet and kind. However, this did not mean that she didn't have a temper. Because she did. Like Miranda, Anahita's was cold-frigid, in fact. She'd earned the nickname 'Ice Queen' at school when one of her classmates angered her.

She went on cooking after that, smiling at her victory. Her daughter really needed to act like a teenager, sometimes. Miranda sighed. Perhaps not as much as she had (she rolled her eyes. Really, she wouldn't have changed anything, after all, it had given her daughter to her), but still. Sometimes, her baby snowflake seemed too old.

She's already signed the slip and had handed in the money for her daughter to go. She, herself, planned on going on a dig down in the ruins of Thebes, so it wasn't like she'd bee far away if her daughter needed her... and Ciara would be accompanying her, as well. The older woman had needed a break from America... or at least she'd said as much... she hadn't been anywhere besides America since moving there from Ireland when Anahita had been two years old. She missed Ireland, but she also knew that her grand-daughter and her great-grand daughter needed her still. Something told her, though, that she was not long for this world (perhaps that was her age, but at sixty-four, she doubted it)

Anahita sighed as she closed the door to her room after dinner. It wasn't that she hadn't wanted to go- she did. But... she just didn't think it was a good idea. She was close to getting her masters' in pre-med... and next, her doctorate's degree. She was so close...

Despite the dreams (and night- terrors) she'd had since childhood, she was so close... she smiled at the thought, even as she dutifully started to pack. Her mother had told her of the trip she was taking for work to the ruins of Thebes with her great-grandmother. This- for many reasons- made it easier for Anahita to go.

Elsewhere

Tova Romanov was gaping as she looked at the ticket in her hand. How the hell had she ended up in Greece?! She was supposed to be meeting her family in St. Petersburg, and instead... well, she was here. In the biggest flight fuck-up in history. She got her phone out of her pocket and dialed her mother's number, oh, god, what would her family say? The twins, she knew, would get a kick out of it (she sneered at the thought)... but was brought up short when her mother answered.

"Surprise!" her mother's voice rang through the phone like a bell, and Tova was even more confused.

"Mom?" she asked. "What's going on?" Tatiana laughed.

"We all decided to send you to Greece for your eighteenth birthday! Happy Birthday, Tova!" Groaning, Tova rolled her eyes.

"Mom, you didn't have to trick me."

Again, Tatiana laughed. "Of course, we did, storm-cloud," she laughed. "We wanted it to be a surprise! We knew you wouldn't question where you were going 'till you got there."

Tova slapped her forehead in exasperation and chagrin. Leave it to her family to abuse her sleepiness during trips to give her a surprise trip to Greece.

"Mama," she said slowly, "I... can't speak Greek." She sighed. Her mother- who seemed to be in a fit of giggles, right now, roared with laughter, and Tova tried not to smile herself. Her mother always had that effect on everyone around her.

"Tova, my little storm-spot," her mother finally calmed down enough to speak ( where she got these storm-based nicknames, Tova never knew, but didn't question it- not when she tended to cause thunderstorms if she was upset), "I don't know how or why, but you know how to speak Greek."

This brought Tova up short. "Mom... no... I can't."

"You've been speaking Greek since you were a baby. You're good, honey." OF course, Tatiana didn't want to mention the Latin her daughter spoke as well... or any of the others... that wasn't to even mention the dead languages she sometimes broke out in... hell, she broke out in Japanese from time to time. The most memorable had been when she was sixteen, when that Japanese woman had bought her lily-scented perfume. They'd carried on for a full hour- and Tatiana had had no clue of what was being said. Later, she asked Tova, who looked surprised at her mother, but had told her.

With that, Tatiana gave her daughter her love, and directions to the place she'd be staying, and hung up. Tova glared at her phone in annoyance before she sighed, shaking her head. Thankfully, her mother had told her to pack her swim-suit- or she'd have to buy one... and wouldn't that have been fun? Having to exchange rubles to euros so soon?

She 'd have to regardless, she supposed, after all, she was on vacation... wait, for how long?! The thought brought her up short, and she stopped in the middle of the airport- nearly causing someone to bump into her. She gaped at the realization. Her family was going to be in St. Petersburg for six months. Six Months... S H I T was the only thing going through her mind on a loop for ten minutes after that.

Forget a hotel... she'd need an apartment. On her own... for six months... in Greece... she grinned giddily. It was the nicest thing they'd ever one for her. She chuckled gently before she left the airport. IT was time to find out where she'd be staying- and how close it was to the sea.

Elysion

The five men sat, all glaring at each other. Setsuna snorted at them- all seemed to be hurt in some way- Even Kunzite, who (in Hotaru's opinion) Shouldn't have gotten into the fight in the first place. He scowled darkly at Jadeite when she'd pointed that out. The latter smirked- albeit painfully- over a bruised jaw. Nephrite elbowed him in the ribs that he'd bruised earlier, and he hissed. It was Haruka who raised a blonde brow at her charge.

"Really, Neph?" she drawled. "Picking fights?" Endymion and Zoisite snickered with Jadeite. He snarled, giving them all a withering glare. Setsuna and Michiru cast a glance at each other, the darker-green haired woman shook her head.

"Grown men, all of you." Michiru chastised. The five ducked their heads, trying to look repentant- even as they elbowed each other behind the table, acting like children. "Jed started it..." Nephrite muttered rebelliously.

"And I am finishing it." The pale-green haired Senshi snapped. "So stop, Neph. If Jed started it- as you so maturely put it, you shouldn't have risen to his bait. Jed, if it was Neph who started it, you shouldn't have thrown that first punch."

"It's not like we destroyed the universe, or anything..." Zoisite mumbled, favoring his left arm which had been broken- damn it, Kunzite- in the fight.

"Except your arm," Hotaru drawled with a raised eyebrow. Zoisite shrugged. "It'll heal in a few minutes." He pointed out.

Behind them, Helios and Artemis snickered quietly. "And you two. Making Popcorn! You should have broken the fighting up when you got back and saw it!" Michiru snapped at them. Helios put his hands up in the universal sign of peace, and Artemis winced. "You stood there and watched them, eating popcorn!" she hissed.

"Actually, they were sitting." Endymion pointed out. Helios glared at him.

Kyoto, Japan

Hestia had been having dreams again... though these seemed to be telling her something besides her past lives. These dreams told her that she needed to go. Go where, she didn't know. She wondered if she'd ever know... after all, she'd looked into the fire for guidance before, only to come up empty handed- or, at least, when she looked to find answers... after she'd seen him last year in the subway.

She'd felt the fire go silent... as if she couldn't access the memories of him. She only knew he was important.

Damn it! She thought- the sudden flair of anger made the sacred fire behind her roar with the sudden flare of energy. She turned to glare at it. "Traitor," she hissed, smoky amethyst eyes narrowed dangerously. Funny, she thought I'm talking to fire, now. Like it can hear me. She sighed. Maybe the gossips to ame to the temple were right. Maybe she was crazy...

As if sensing her self-doubting thoughts, the fire showed her something... after months of silence, it finally spoke. She sank to her knees in front of the fire. First, it showed her the man again, with his curly blonde hair, infectious smirk and wickedly gleaming eyes- eyes of a piercing and pale blue. She felt her heart stutter uncomfortably before it melted to that smirk.

She shuddered. Just one glimpse of his face outside her dreams, and she had this reaction? She'd never felt such a... base attraction to a man (or to anybody, really), before. It frightened her... and... she flushed guiltily. It excited her. She trembled, but the fire wasn't done, yet.

It showed her ruins- Greek or Roman from the looks of them- a beach... she cocked her head to the side at the sign- it was in Greek, and it said... Thebes. A feeling raced through her as the third image appeared. Again, it was a person. A girl. About her age, with silver hair and bright, blue eyes with flecks of silver in them. Her unusual hair- like moonbeams, Hestia thought dimly, was pulled into twin buns, leaving long, shimmering strands. Odangos.

Immediately, a different feeling flooded her- the love of a sister- a need to protect... She stood and walked out for the room, in search of her grandfather. The fire was telling her something: she needed to go to Thebes. She guessed it was the Greek city and not the Egyptian city- after all, she thought, the temples she'd seen were a dead giveaway.

Tova Romanov

It wasn't a hotel, like she thought it'd be. No... it was a beachside villa. To herself. A beachfront Greek villa... Tova squealed like a little girl as she ran into it, heaving her bags inside as she did so- much to the surprise of her taxi driver. IT wasn't big... but Tova didn't need big. It had two bedrooms, the master had it's own master bath. There were two other bathrooms besides that, one was a half-bath right off the living area, a fully stocked kitchen... and a garden. She didn't even attempt to control her own joy, and a fissure of lightning tore through the sky without a cloud there to cause it.

She loved it... which was good, seeing as she'd be living here for six months. She shuddered with excitement and started unpacking. After she was done, she made herself a drink and sat on the patio. She checked her watch (which automatically changed time to the time zone she was in), and tisked.

Sleeping during the trip would prove to be a pretty good cure for any Jet-lag she might have had. She'd arrived at six in the morning- which was the time she normally woke up at anyway. She stretched and yawned before heading inside to change and grab her meditation mat.

She slipped on a pair of spandex shorts and a sports bra and pulled her hair up into it's usual ponytail. Then, she grabbed the green yoga mat and headed outside, barefoot, onto the white-sand beach. The morning sun was warm already, and Tova was thankful to her mother for sneaking sunscreen into her bag- after all, she didn't think that her pale, Russian skin would do so well without it.

She chuckled to herself as she slathered a good amount of the stuff on her pale-as-snow skin before she sat, cross-legged, preparing to meditate.

She heard, of course, the approaching footsteps as whoever it was walked over to her, and she hoped it wasn't a beach boy looking for a flirt... not that many bothered flirting with her in the first place, but she had to digress.

"Mind if I set up next to you?" a throaty, feminine voice asked. Tova opened an emerald green eye and looked at the other girl. She seemed to be about her own age; a blonde with indigo blue eyes. She had a slight grin on her face and wore about the same thing as Tova. Tova, who was thankful that it wasn't an interruption, nodded, a grin of her own spreading across her face.

"Meditation?" she asked, nodding towards the mat the blonde held. She shook her head, hesitated, then nodded.

"Meditation first, then Yoga." She answered.

Tova raised a reddish-brown brow. "Huh... yoga." She hadn't thought to add that to her routine. "I guess we had the same idea... for the most part. I usually move onto Aikido after meditation.

"Without stretching?" the blonde cocked her head to the side. Tova smirked.

"Aikido is stretching... at least, it is if you don't have a sparring partner." The other thought about it for a minute, then she nodded, and held out a hand.

"Thisbe LeFevre." She introduced herself.

Tova shook her hand. "Tova Romanov." She replied. They lapsed into silence as they both settled into their meditations. After that, Tova changed her plans from Aikido, opting instead, to do Yoga.

Jadeite Connolly

After getting chewed out the other day by the aunts, Jadeite decided to take a walk- that would keep him out of trouble, right? Mostly, it was to give him some time to think. He didn't have much of a temper... for the life of him, he didn't understand why Nephrite's words had pissed him off so badly. He usually wasn't so quick tempered.

That was Zoisite's job. He smirked at the thought (and the disgruntled glare he'd get from the other man at the mention). Endymion and Nephrite were both pretty quick to anger, as well... though they'd both taken measures to keep themselves from flying off the handle- so to speak- at the slightest provocation. Jadeite and Kunzite were tied for the title of 'slow-burners' in the temper categories.

But, while Jadeite tended to snap into anger that was hot as fire (despite his control over ice), Kunzite's temper was glacially cold.

His thoughts were cut short as he neared the most glorious sight he'd ever had the pleasure of seeing. There, on the beach were two women- young. He'd put them around his age, actually, maybe within a year or two. They were dressed to work out in sports bras and those really small, tight shorts. Jadeite grinned with pure male appreciation. These girls were... beautiful didn't even begin to describe them.

One was pale as new fallen snow with hair that was a deep red in the light of the Mediterranean sun. She was tall- probably within a few centimeters of his own height of 185.42 cm. the other was shorter with gold-dust skin and long, glistening golden hair. Both of them seemed to be twisting themselves into pretzels.

"Gods bless yoga..." he mumbled dumbly. He didn't approach though, he'd started to... and then, a feeling took over that he didn't understand.

They weren't... they were his brothers' women. His wasn't there yet. He frowned, puzzled. None of his brothers even had women. Kunzite maintained that it was his job at fault for this- the few dates he had had longer than a night all ended up breaking up with him- something about the all-nighters he had to take at his job.

Nephrite... well, they didn't talk about it after his ex- a woman named Maggie- had broken up with him (it was a major soar spot for him). Zoisite and Endymion were always studying (though they had some trysts, as well- Zoisite was well known for his player ways and bad-boy attitude... and he used it to his advantage many a time... he may have been a serious student... but... well, he never acted like he was outside their small circle of friends), and he certainly didn't have anyone.

So, why did he feel like he was poaching and cheating at the same time? She's going to kill me... was all he could think over the warning bells. So, he left the beautiful sight, opting to return back to Elysion. He didn't mention what he'd seen at the beach- no longer in the mood- seriously, what was wrong with him? He growled lowly, cursing in Gaelic before stomping to his room.

Zoisite, who'd seen the slightly older man come in raised an eyebrow. Jadeite wasn't usually so... moody. "What's up with him?" he asked no one in particular. No one answered his question, and he went back to his book.

A few minutes later, Nephrite came in. "What's up with Jed?" he asked- he'd passed the blonde in the hall. Zoisite shrugged.

"I don't know. He came in looking pissed." He replied. His green eyes narrowed, a smirk took over his face as a thought dawned on him. "Maybe he got rejected by some chick on the beach."

Nephrite snorted.

Hestia Kumogi

Hestia grabbed her suitcase from the conveyer belt with a sigh. After a long plane trip in front of an annoying (flirty) co-inhabitant of the side of the plane who seemed to think he was the gods' gift to womenkind (until she'd bluntly told him that she was underaged. Maybe she'd lied by two years, telling him that she was 15, but really, who could blame her?), she was exhausted.

She planned the trip well, her grandfather had helped, and they'd managed to get it together in a surprisingly short amount of time- especially considering that she wouldn't be getting her inheritance until July, when she turned eighteen.

They'd gotten a villa on the beach rented. She'd have it to herself, as her grandfather wanted to stay in Japan- to keep the temple running. She didn't know how long it would take, this trip was for finding answers, after all.

She still didn't know why she was here- what was so special about Thebes, anyway? It wasn't like it was the most known city existence... the only story a bout it (or, at least, directly mentioning it) was the story of Oedipus Rex- and she hated the story with a passion...

She made her way outside to the taxi that she had waiting to take her to her temporary home. Hopefully, it had a fireplace, she thought. She needed to figure out her next move... and hopefully, it didn't involve a man-eating sphinx.

She made a face at the thought.

United States, Providence, Rhode Island

Anahita packed the night before the trip- she'd been too busy to do it earlier... reports to finish for her professors, and things like that. Thankfully, her mother and great-grandmother were there to tell her what to pack, she thought dryly... though at one point, her mother had looked into her suitcase, tisked, and then took her shopping.

To this end, they'd completely overhauled her choices in clothing... and had gotten her a swimming suit. Of course, she'd already had one... and she'd had it since she was fourteen. Her mother pointed that out with a raised brow, and Anahita had told her that she'd just thought if it ain't broken, don't fix it... or In this case: If it still fits, don't replace it.

This had not flown with Miranda, who had glared at her, and had indeed commenced with the shopping trip from hell. She winced, remembering how much her feet had hurt after that, as she closed the suitcase. "Anahita are you ready to go?" Miranda called up the stairs. The seventeen-year-old sighed in defeat. She couldn't believe that she was really doing this.

She walked down the stairs, suitcase in one hand, carry-ons strapped onto her back and held by her other hand. Miranda grinned, holding her own bags. "we'll be on the same flights," she told her daughter. "So, if you have any problems, you've got me right there." She smiled as she watched her daughter help her great-grandmother.

They were finally ready to go, and they did so, making it with just enough time to get checked in and for Anahita to catch up with her class while her mother and grandmother went to meet with Miranda's associates.

Anahita smiled at the girl she'd be rooming with for the next three months, and they boarded the plane to Greece.

And chapter six is done. A bit shorter than some other chapters... but still pretty long. My original had a part in it that I thought shouldn't happen yet, because again, this is only part one of the reuniting sequence. Anyway. The girls are all in Greece...

I wish my parents would spoil me like Tova's. and yes, her traveling habits are based off of mine. If I'm not the one driving... I'm in the back seat sleeping. Or in the plane sleeping...

And with that, marks the end of part one.

Anyway, thanks for reading. Please review. AOP out!