"Luna said they were the same people!"
"So did Artemis, but how can we know?"
"She said they'd slowly remember."
"Yeah right."
"Why can't you just believe me? Here, I'll show you!" I ran toward Michael's apartment. I knocked, "Michael!" He opened the door, "How'd you know where I lived?"
"I just do!"
I wrapped my arms around his neck and whispered, "Please remember." I kissed his lips passionately. Amara stood, wide eyed. He stood there for a second, stunned; then he spoke, "Michele."
"Michael."
"Michele."
"Hey you two, stop repeating each other's names!"
"I'd remember that kiss anywhere, Michele Kaioh. Wait, how did I know that? We've never met or kissed."
"Not in this life."
"Michele don't push it."
"Michael, don't you remember. We were going to get married!" I threw myself into his arms.
"Michi," he comforted.
He paused, frozen in time. It seemed as though he were stuck in a trance. "My memories, our memories," he whispered, "they, they're so beautiful."
I hugged him tightly. "I love you so much," I whispered.
"I love you too," he said.
Amara was almost in tears, she must believe now, she just must.
"Bryan," she said lightly, over the phone.
"Amara," he asked.
"Yes, it's me, and I have something to say."
"Wait, before you do, I have something to say. About earlier, I have seen you before. Amara, I loved you. What happened? Did that sailor thing take us here? Everything's so similar, but it's so different."
"Bryan, let me explain. We died, Michele and I, and so all four of us were brought to the future, to be together. Our destinies are to be with you two, but our destinies are also to be sailor scouts and *gulp* queens."
"Queens?"
"Yes, we are the queens of our respective planets. I am the queen of Uranus."
"Why are we talking over the telephone? I want to hold you. Where are you at?"
"Michael's."
"I'll be right over."
A few minutes later a there was a knock at the door. Amara greeted Bryan and they embraced.
"Aren't they just the sweetest," I asked Michael.
"No, you are."
He kissed my lips and that familiar flutter of love flowed into my heart. I kissed back, never wanting the moment to end. Amara cleared her throat. I ignored her.
"Michele," she said angrily.
I didn't stop; I didn't want to.
"Mich," she repeated.
I pulled away long enough to look at her.
She gave me a glare.
"It's not happening again," she instructed.
"Just watch me," I growled back.
The guys sat, clueless.
"I have a great idea," I began, "we're all going to be married soon, I suppose, I mean that's where we left off, isn't it?"
The other three nodded.
"Well, why don't we live together, in the apartment?"
They again nodded.
It was a lot cheaper to have four paying instead of one or two.
"But Michele are you sure," asked Amara, glaring at me.
"I'm positive."
She turned to look at her boyfriend/fiancée of which he was, I was not sure and said,
"Why don't we race. I haven't been in my car in ages."
"And the car certainly looks like it," he grimaced.
So they walked out the door with one another, happy.
I was furious with Amara! How dare she try and run my life. I was going to prove to her that I was capable of doing whatever I wanted. I wrapped my hand in Michael's and kissed him. I pulled back but led him into the bedroom. And so in my decision to be completely independent, I lost my innocence, again. Or had I ever gained it back? Did this new life give me that? I wasn't sure.
"So did Artemis, but how can we know?"
"She said they'd slowly remember."
"Yeah right."
"Why can't you just believe me? Here, I'll show you!" I ran toward Michael's apartment. I knocked, "Michael!" He opened the door, "How'd you know where I lived?"
"I just do!"
I wrapped my arms around his neck and whispered, "Please remember." I kissed his lips passionately. Amara stood, wide eyed. He stood there for a second, stunned; then he spoke, "Michele."
"Michael."
"Michele."
"Hey you two, stop repeating each other's names!"
"I'd remember that kiss anywhere, Michele Kaioh. Wait, how did I know that? We've never met or kissed."
"Not in this life."
"Michele don't push it."
"Michael, don't you remember. We were going to get married!" I threw myself into his arms.
"Michi," he comforted.
He paused, frozen in time. It seemed as though he were stuck in a trance. "My memories, our memories," he whispered, "they, they're so beautiful."
I hugged him tightly. "I love you so much," I whispered.
"I love you too," he said.
Amara was almost in tears, she must believe now, she just must.
"Bryan," she said lightly, over the phone.
"Amara," he asked.
"Yes, it's me, and I have something to say."
"Wait, before you do, I have something to say. About earlier, I have seen you before. Amara, I loved you. What happened? Did that sailor thing take us here? Everything's so similar, but it's so different."
"Bryan, let me explain. We died, Michele and I, and so all four of us were brought to the future, to be together. Our destinies are to be with you two, but our destinies are also to be sailor scouts and *gulp* queens."
"Queens?"
"Yes, we are the queens of our respective planets. I am the queen of Uranus."
"Why are we talking over the telephone? I want to hold you. Where are you at?"
"Michael's."
"I'll be right over."
A few minutes later a there was a knock at the door. Amara greeted Bryan and they embraced.
"Aren't they just the sweetest," I asked Michael.
"No, you are."
He kissed my lips and that familiar flutter of love flowed into my heart. I kissed back, never wanting the moment to end. Amara cleared her throat. I ignored her.
"Michele," she said angrily.
I didn't stop; I didn't want to.
"Mich," she repeated.
I pulled away long enough to look at her.
She gave me a glare.
"It's not happening again," she instructed.
"Just watch me," I growled back.
The guys sat, clueless.
"I have a great idea," I began, "we're all going to be married soon, I suppose, I mean that's where we left off, isn't it?"
The other three nodded.
"Well, why don't we live together, in the apartment?"
They again nodded.
It was a lot cheaper to have four paying instead of one or two.
"But Michele are you sure," asked Amara, glaring at me.
"I'm positive."
She turned to look at her boyfriend/fiancée of which he was, I was not sure and said,
"Why don't we race. I haven't been in my car in ages."
"And the car certainly looks like it," he grimaced.
So they walked out the door with one another, happy.
I was furious with Amara! How dare she try and run my life. I was going to prove to her that I was capable of doing whatever I wanted. I wrapped my hand in Michael's and kissed him. I pulled back but led him into the bedroom. And so in my decision to be completely independent, I lost my innocence, again. Or had I ever gained it back? Did this new life give me that? I wasn't sure.