1996. Christmas Eve was only just over in Japan. After 12 a.m., Christmas Day had finally arrived. But this wasn't going to be an ordinary Christmas Day, and not just because the full moon and a galore of stars happened to be there.
Somewhere in Tokyo, near the edge of the sea, the Hoshino family resided. They consisted of a married couple, Tomino and Mizue, who had a son, Mutsuo, who had turned 3 a month ago back then.
Tomino was an aspiring astronaut who wasn't home too often, but fortunately was allowed to go back home one week ago back then due to the arrival of his and Mizue's second child anytime soon.
Mizue was a housewife, as well as a freeter, since she simply didn't know what kind of study to follow after graduating from senior high school. She didn't mind her status, though, but she still wished for a dishwasher, especially with a young son who was still learning to eat independently and in a civilised fashion, and a baby on the way.
Mutsuo, ever since he heard the news that he was going to be a big brother, was often very energetic ever since and could barely be calmed down. Fortunately, he did have some friends at the day-care centre to unleash all of his energy with by day, so he could sleep well by the time he was home in the evening.
Their Christmas Eve had ended in a little chaos starting from 11 p.m.. Well, for Tomino and Mizue, that was, since Mutsuo was already fast asleep since 8 p.m., despite having had a day off from day-care due to the holidays.
"Honey?" Mizue had said to her husband once she was about to head to bed. "I think the baby's coming… oof!" She kneeled down and experienced quite the contraction.
Immediately, Tomino 'transformed' the parental bed into a safe labouring environment, including some dim lights and a CD player that would soon provide classical music to ease Mizue's pain. This sort of environment had been the wish of both of them, since back when Mutsuo came, they both thought of the hospital room as a 'stale and boring' environment to welcome a child into the world. (They're kind of right, if I may be honest.)
Eventually, at 1 a.m. on Christmas Day, when the first movement of the Moonlight Sonata filled the room, a little girl named Michiru was born safely and healthily.
"She's gorgeous…" was one of the first things that both of the parents had said about her.
And right they were about that. Even Mutsuo had said that his little sister was cute 7 hours later when first getting to see her in person.
Indeed, Michiru was born on one of the most meteorically amazing-looking nights back then, which, coincidentally, was one of the very few Christmas Days among them. But she definitely wasn't the only one...
In the (still) bustling metropolis of Tokyo, the King and Queen of all Cosmos had arrived at the central hospital, as they, too, were about to have a child, albeit their first.
Nobody had heard of the King and Queen of all Cosmos before until that very moment. Not in Japan, not in the rest of Asia… not at all, even in the rest of the world! That was because the realm of the Cosmos, where they both lived, was located somewhere in outer space, fairly secluded from both the sun and the moon as we know them.
They both did not have the time to explain that, however, since having a baby is a priority, and especially when the contractions hit hard.
The King and Queen were often very much in sync with one another, which is what they already noticed ever since they first met as teens. Yes, even during a serious situation like a labour, where the King experienced phantom contractions to the point that he decided to briefly take distance from his wife, in an attempt to not experience them.
"The night sky is beautiful tonight, isn't it, sir?" a random parent-to-be in the same hallway as the King of all Cosmos said. "I'm not a professional astronomer, but the stars and full moon are currently shining in their fullest force! Christmas Day is starting off amazingly!"
To that, the usually giant monarch barely replied, while he did look out of a nearby window to hopefully seek distraction from his current nervousness.
The full moon was currently surrounded by a beautiful halo, which made the teeny tiny snowflakes that were slowly drifting from the winter sky almost look like miniature falling stars as well. There were no neon lights or giant screens that would disrupt those beautiful factors of nature, compared to the window all the way on the other side of the hallway.
But the King's nervousness only increased. Many questions flooded in his head. 'Will my beautiful wife be alright? Will she still be alive after this? But most importantly, what gender will our child have? And will they still be alive as well?' And many more.
Eventually, the clock hit 1 a.m., and at the same time, teeny tiny cries sounded from the Queen's hospital room, which alerted the King of the presence of his new-born child, especially when the midwife allowed him to enter the room.
"Congratulations" is one of the first things she said to the new pair of parents, "it's a boy."
The baby was as tiny as an average walnut with only 4 centimetres. So tiny, that rather than in those glass beds you oftentimes see, he rested in a miniature rocking-horse-like crib of about 13 centimetres, which had been carefully crafted by the Emperor of all Cosmos not too long ago, as he, too, wanted to give something very special to his then upcoming first grandchild.
"Welcome to the universe…" the King and Queen both whispered, "dearest Prince of all Cosmos."
About 7 hours later, the birth of the new Prince of all Cosmos was extensively celebrated back in the realm of the Cosmos itself.