A|N: Hopefully this continues because I am beginning to have some ideas about this story.
A couple days pass by…
Wynne is not looking any better than she did days ago. She doesn't talk, or eat much. I do what I can to make her feel at ease. Endymion hardly comes by the house anymore. He says he is too busy with his father as they are planning to update the town a little bit more. Sometimes, I'll take a little walk so I can get my mind off of things but I can't leave for too long. This time, while I take my walk, I accidentally bump into someone. Damnit…
"Watch it!" the person snaps. I look up, seeing Beryl. My face flushes with anger. "Still here, huh?"
"Got a problem?"
She gets too close to me. "Yeah, I do, actually." She pushes me to the ground. "If you think I won't reveal anything, you're wrong."
I don't say anything. It'll be bad if I do.
Endymion walks up behind her. "What's going on here?" He helps me off the ground.
"Nothing…" I say, not wanting to make the situation worse than it already is. Endymion is relentless, though no matter what I try to say to him. He keeps insisting he saw something between Beryl and I.
"What I saw was not nothing," Endymion argues. "What happened?"
Beryl smiles as if nothing had ever happened. Behind that 'sweet' smile is someone completely different. I'm not sure if Endymion sees it but I sure do. She is clever, and is able to avoid a yelling match between the three of us... "I was showing her something," she says, "but she got angry and pushed herself to the ground."
"What? That's not what happened!" I snap. Some people walking by stop and look at us.
Endymion steps in between us before I can smack her across the face. "Okay, enough! Stay out of each other's way if that's not too much trouble. And Beryl try to put yourself in Bunny's shoes. She's new here."
Beryl just chuckles. "I could never fit into her shoes."
I almost lose myself and go after her. "Okay, that's it! I am so sick of this -" It takes Endymion to stop me and calm me down. Beryl on the other hand isn't the slightest bit scared. She knows that I know what she can do to me. Endymion turns to me, after she leaves. "What is up with you two? It's like you both have it out for each other."
"I don't but she does," I huff.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Open your eyes, Prince! She's capable of quite a bit," I say, irritably.
"Don't call me Prince," he snaps.
"Or what?!"
The other day he told me o was different from Beryl and now he is taking her side. Not fair.
"You might as well be her fiancé!" I shout and start to walk off.
"Where are you going?" he demands.
"Your mother is sick, remember?" I say, without turning back to face him. "I need to watch her like I promised."
Jerk face.
I return to the house where all I feel is resentment towards everything except Wynne. She is still lying in bed, sweating a little. I put a bit more covers over her body and dab a cloth in cold water to wipe the sweat off her forehead. After an hour, she seems to have calmed down a bit.
She wakes up. "I had the strangest dream," she says. "A woman with blonde hair took care of me and told me everything would be okay. I never thought I'd feel so at peace." Her voice sounds calm but sickly and weak. The fever is causing her to have weird dreams. "Where is Endymion…?"
I gulp, worrying that if I tell her where he is she might freak out and make her illness worse but not telling her is just as bad as lying. "He has business with his father."
She's disappointed, as her smile is starting to fade from her cracked lips. "I see."
Her black hair falls onto her chest when she sits up. "Ever since the divorce. His father has always been stealing him away from me."
"Does that mean you were Queen once?"
"By marriage only. I hated royal life… it isn't the same as living in the country. His father was absolutely in over his head. He had no time for me anymore," Wynne explains.
"You should go lie back down," I urge her.
"I can't… there is something I have to tell you. Something I have been hiding." I listen closely to what Wynne wants to say to me. "I remember being attacked by some creature but after I noticed changes within myself. I feel bitter all of a sudden. Even before the attack, I felt strange but it became worse after."
Oh no, that creature must've done something to her, I think. "Go on," I say calmly.
"The feeling grows so bad… it's like something is trying to claw its way out of my body," Wynne says. She shivers. I pat her on the shoulder, gently. "It's scaring me." She shakes her head, after. "But what am I saying? I must sound crazy."
"No, of course not. How are you feeling now?"
"A little cold," she replies. "Do you mind if I step outside for a bit? I need some fresh air."
"Sure."
I bring her outside to the cool air where she breathes in and out deeply. "Is my son being nice to you?"
"Err… of course." He is actually on and off… starting today. He bugs me yesterday and now he blames me for Beryl being rude.
"He likes you," Wynne says.
"Eh…?"
She's surprised by my reaction. "You mean you haven't noticed?"
"I'm at least three years younger than him…"
"So? You have an unexplainable beauty. Inside and out." She's sick… she doesn't know what she's saying.
"Then why does he bug me constantly?"
"Boys bug girls when they like them," she looks like she is about to say something else but she stops and suddenly collapses on the ground.
"Wynne?!" Are you okay?" I shouldn't have brought her outside…
Her eyes roll back into her head until I only see the white part. I back away from her. Her body is simultaneously changing form. When I try to call out to her, she swats me away. I fall to the ground, groaning and grabbing my arm. It's bleeding even though she did not have any sharp nails before. But of course, that is changing as well. Her sleepwear is no more and is switched with black armor over her entire body.
She is turning into one of those creatures… I think. But how? Damn… she was fine before. What could have -
Wynne – or more like the monster - is growling and attacking everything it sees. It's more like a rabid animal but who cares! I have to get away.
I need my brooch… something isn't right here. This doesn't happen to normal people… Oh wait… my brooch is in the house!Why the hell does this always happen?! The monster is now beginning to attack me now that it has its eyes on me. I can't think of a way to get the brooch without leading it into the house. I need someone to help me. But I don't. Not like the Tuxedo Mask guy is going to show up.
Something hits the monster, pushing it back. The monster growls and looks around to see who hit it. A rose. "Are you freaking kidding me?!" Really? He shows up… Ugh.
"Would you prefer if I let you die?" the masked man asks.
"No…" He's rude, too. Like Endymion.
"I'll distract it, you run for safety!" he orders.
I run back into the house and go through everything. Finally, I find my brooch as it's under my pillow. I call out the magic words to transform me, "Moon Prism Power, Makeup!" After the transformation, I make it seem like I'm a different person and I go around the house.
"You again?!" Tuxedo masks shouts. "Too bad. This is my call."
"No!" I shout back. "I'm Sailor Moon and I'm not going to allow an innocent person to suffer."
"Innocent…"
"This person is the mother of Endymion, prince of the Earth." Just as I say that I realize I have screwed myself… for the third time.
"How do you know that…"
"I… observe this place… a lot."
"In other words, you spy," he spits.
"PISS OFF!"
The creature throws itself on top of me, scratching my arms, shoulders and face. I scream out until Tuxedo mask throws it off of me. I stay on the ground, in shock. My body aches all over. The creature has disappeared from sight. I'm in such pain, I'm sure I will never be able to get back up. I'm not used to getting hurt… and if I do, it's only a matter of time before I begin to cry again.
"Way to go…You can't even defend yourself," he says sarcastically, "but are you okay?"
I start cry for no reason. "No! It hurts… everywhere!" I sob, helping me up.
"If we want to work together, we have to stay focused. That creature is running wild. We can't let it attack more people but first, tell me who you are."
I sigh. I suppose it's about time I tell him who I am. "I'm a Sailor Senshi in training," I admit. My throat feels very tight as I speak. "I accidentally came here from the moon and have stayed here for a while."
"Is your name Bunny?" he asks, confused.
"Huh? How -"
"It's me. Endymion," he says. Well, that explains his rude demeanor. "I thought you were from Moo Cow Country…"
"Oh come on! You actually believed that? No I'm from the Moon. And my name is not Bunny. It's Usagi."
"Usagi…" he whispers. "Forget it now. We have to stop that creature…" He's worrying about his mother - as he should. "I have no idea what to."
"Usagi?!" I hear a voice from behind. There are two people. Minako and Rei. Rei is in her senshi form, Sailor Mars, and Minako is in her Sailor Venus form. Sailor Mars has a red skirt and red heels while Venus has a yellow mini skirt and yellow heels.
No freaking way! "Rei? Minako? How did you find me?"
"I had a strange feeling you'd need help," Rei says. "There's no way you can defeat this on your own."
"I did last time!" I argue.
"That was luck," Minako adds and chuckles.
"Whatever…" I scowl at her.
Rei points to the town. "If the creature is at the town, then we need to kill it quickly."
"There's one problem with that," I gulp. "The creature is Endymion's mother."
Minako cups her hands over her mouth in disbelief. "Are you serious? That changes this whole situation," she says. Endmyion doesn't say anything. I feel for him… I really do. I don't want anything to happen to his mother either. "Can't we do something to save her?"
"I have no idea," I reply. "I don't remember Luna covering this during training."
"Neither do I," Rei agrees. "Let's just find her, okay? Saving innocent people is more important than talking about this."
That's when Endymion steps in to the conversation. "My mother is innocent," Endymion argues.
"We know that," Rei counter attacks. "If we didn't, do you think we'd be hesitating? But you have to remember that this is for the greater good."
"Greater good?! No. It's not. Don't bother trying. I'll do it myself." He runs off before we can say anything. I try calling for him, but he disappears into the night.
"Let's just go for real this time," Minako says. "We don't have much time."
This is terrible. I'm not sure what's going to happen. I clutch my brooch in the middle of my chest and pray there is some sort of way to save Endymion's mother. His mother means the world to him and without her; all he has is his father who, from my point of view, is the type of man who doesn't care about his son. He cares about power and nothing else. He wants his son to be the same way. Wynne doesn't want Endymion to be influenced by him and unfortunately, it may start if she dies.
If I cannot save his mother, I highly doubt I can live with myself every again.
