Powerful as 1
By Lark 57
Cammy-You can type The Dragon and the Moon in the title search section. Or search under Silver and Emerald, that our author name.
A/N- I would like to apologize for my mistake in the Outlaw Star part. I now know that Heilda dies. Please ignore that part. I also want to mention that the rest of the Sailor scouts aren't really involved in the story, it's mostly the Asteroid Senshi. This chapter is a stretch in what would actually happen but work with me. Heero is really OCC but he doesn't remember all his training of being anti-social so it's kinda okay. Basic disclaimers apply.
Chapter 1
Adjusting
"Greater powers," Sailor Pluto beseeched of her masters, "please let me help the children. They have been left on Earth without shelter, food or clothes. I must interfere or they will never unite and become the ..." Sailor Pluto was interrupted by a booming voice.
"Do not speak the future Sailor, that it self will change it. Us, the Greater Powers do feel sympathy for the mere mortals. We will allow you to help them but only in the ways we instruct you."
"Oh Powers thank you from the bottom of my heart." Sailor Pluto knelt in a one knee bow.
"Rise Sailor Pluto so that you may carry out your acts of kindness. The first thing you will do for these children is give them back some of their memory, but only their names and natural instincts so that they will not be completely helpless," the voice instructed.
"Powers may I requested that they slowly regain their memory so that there is a chance of them winning and beating Stearic?" Sailor Pluto supplicated.
There was a pause but then the Powers agreed. "Yes they will only have amnesia and remember everything soon. For you second act you will take the children to a local orphanage and make sure that they are taken into good homes."
"Near each other?" Sailor Pluto squeaked.
The Power chuckled and said, "Yes, near each other if you must. However they may not all live in the same house."
"And what of the lack of magic valance in this world?" Sailor Pluto reminded.
The Powers sighed deeply, "We can not change that. The children will just have to live out their destiny quickly before the Asteroid Senshi loose their strength." Sailor Pluto was about to object but the powers stopped her. "There is nothing you can say Sailor Pluto. Now go and help the children as we have specified and nothing else."
The time Sailor bowed and transformed into a middle aged lady so that she would be able to collect the children and take them to an orphanage without being recognized by anyone. She quickly transported to Earth where the boys and girls had been dropped. The Powers supplied her with an beat up truck to drive around in.
Sailor Pluto sat in the truck and drove to where Sailor Paras had been placed. The terrain was rocky and for a moment the Sailor was afraid that the car would break down but it kept sputtering all the way to the out crop of caves where the girl was.
The woman climbed up to the entrance of a isolated cave and peered in. There, huddled in the corner was a naked girl with shoulder length blue hair and a small shivering body.
"Hello?" Sailor Pluto called out with the scratchy voice of her old lady body.
Paras's body shifted and she responded, "I'm cold and I'm lost."
"I know," Sailor Pluto sympathized. "I've come to help you. I'll take you to the local orphanage where someone can take better care of you Paras."
"How did you know my name?" the girl wondered.
"Nevermind that," Sailor Pluto dismissed. "Come out here and I'll give you some clothes. Then we can take you to the orphanage."
"Okay," Paras agreed and crept out of the cave. Sailor Pluto beckoned her to the truck and threw her a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. "That feel much better. Thank you so much for helping me."
"No problem," Sailor Pluto said. "If you don't mind there are 7 more children that I have to find so it will be awhile before you get to go to the orphanage."
"That's okay. I think I'll take a nap while you do it." Paras leaned again the truck door and quickly fell asleep.
Sailor Pluto smiled at the sweet looking face then turned back to the road. The closest person was Jim, the mechanic from Centinal 3. (I remembered the name) -I hope that he isn't stubborn about coming with me. Girls are always so much more agreeable with things than boys are-
The woman drove for a while before she saw a boy with shaggy dirty blonde hair walking down the road. "Need a ride?" Pluto asked, pulling up beside Jim.
"Sure, where ya headed?" Jim asked, eyeing the sleeping girl in the truck.
"I have a few errands to run but then I'm going towards the local orphanage. They could give you warmer clothes," Pluto said, eyeing the torn pants that Jim must have found on the side of the road.
Jim blushed. "I guess I could use a ride. Any room in there?"
"Yeah hop in," Sailor Pluto said, surprised at how easy the whole thing was. Jim must have been use to traveling with strangers in his way of life. The boy smiled, climbed over Sailor Pluto and plopped down next to Paras.
"Who's that?" Jim inquired.
"Paras," Sailor Pluto said with a smile when she saw Jim stare at the sleeping girl with a tender look in his16 year old eyes.
Jim broke the stare and started to chatter with Sailor Pluto. "So what kind of errands do we have to run?"
"There are a few more kids I have to get for the orphanage," Sailor Pluto explained.
"How do you find them?" Jim asked.
"I just seem to have a knack for it," Sailor Pluto chuckled. "Here's our next stop." The truck pulled up in front of a slightly busy bar. "Do you wanna come in?"
"No I think I'll stay with Paras and explain things if she wakes up," Jim said. Pluto wanted to coo at how sweet it was but decided not to in all interest of keeping Jim in her possession.
The Sailor Scout walked into the bar, ignored the whistles and mindless cat calls from the drunk bikers, searched for who she was looking for and head towards a tall boy with light brown hair and bangs that covered a side of his face.
"Hello Trowa," Pluto said calmly. She wasn't sure how he had managed to get clothes and make it to this bar when he had no memory of anything but she supposed that some people just knew how to survive.
"Do I know you?" Trowa asked.
"Not really." How was she going to get Trowa to come with her? even she wouldn't come with herself. -Would it just be easier to knock him out? Probably- Sailor Pluto surprised Trowa by putting her hand to his temple and sending a small shock into his brain. The boy clasped to the ground and Pluto carried him outside to the truck. She placed him in the back then climbed back into the driver seat.
"Who's he?" Jim asked again.
"Trowa," Sailor Pluto said. Suddenly a loud voice boomed into her head, -You are taking too much time. Knock Jim out and do the rest with the others. The Asteroid Senshi have limited time and you are taking it up.-
"Are you all right?" Jim asked.
"Fine," Pluto answered, rubbing her head. She patted Jim on the arm and at the same time sent a shock into his system, making him faint like Trowa had.
Sailor Pluto got more efficient and had collected the other 5 children in an hour. At the end Jim, Paras, Heero, and Ceres were sitting in the front of the truck while Trowa, Vestes, Gohan and Juno were piled in the back. The truck continued to sputter and spew exhaust into the air to the point where Pluto couldn't breathe. After asking permission of the Powers she teleported the car, its cargo and herself a mile away from the orphanage.
The orphanage was a stone building that look reasonably nice. Sailor Pluto went inside to get some people to help her carry the children in and get them situated comfortably. At the front desk there was a biker like the one at the bar and Pluto began to worry. "Hello may I talk to the manager of this place?"
"That would be me. Earl. What can I do for you miss?" Earl asked kindly. He didn't seem like a drunk biker, Pluto scolded herself for being so judgmental.
"I have 8 children in my truck that I found scattered in the desert."
"Okay I need you to fill out these forms, 1 for each child, just the basic stuff like name, age and where you found them. I'll send some guys out to get them. " Earl instructed, taking out some papers.
"Please be careful with these children, they are very important," Pluto said and went over to a chair to fill out the sheets. When she was done she handed them in to Earl. He looked over them and frowned. "Is there something wrong?"
"Well you've got two 17 year olds and six 16 year olds. Most people who come in here are looking for babies, not teenagers. I don't think there's much of a chance of them getting adopted," Earl informed her.
Sailor Pluto smiled, "I'm sure they'll all find someone. Thank you again. Oh you might want to keep an eye on the two older boys, they're trouble makers."
"Thanks for the warning. We'll be seeing ya now," Earl said, walking her to her truck. Sailor Pluto made sure the men hadn't missed anyone then drove away. Driving down the road she saw 8 cars heading towards the orphanage. "Perfect," she said and the truck vanished.
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Back orphanage Earl was watching the kids, seeing if they would wake up any time soon. Maybe the girls would be taken to a home, they were extremely pretty. There was a knock on the front desk which surprised Earl because no one usually came this late. "One sec," he yelled from the back.
Earl made his way to the desk and was put in shock when he saw that there were 2 families waiting there. "How may I help you?" he asked the family.
"We would like to adopt a child, boy preferably," the man said, Earl looked him over. The man was about 30 and his wife looked about 28, they weren't really ready for a kid but who was he to tell them how to live.
"Any specific age?" Earl inquired, pulling out his list of kids.
"Well as you can see we're a little young to take care of a baby, so I guess 16 to 18 would be a nice age," the woman said.
"Ya sure?" Earl said in a shocked voice. The couple nodded earnestly. "Let me see what I can do." The biker went into the back to see if any of the kids the lady had brought in were awake. She had said to take good care of them, why not let them be adopted first. It turned out one of the younger boys was stirring so Earl shook him awake.
"Where am I?" the boy asked.
"In an orphanage and a family just came to take you home. What's your name son?"
"Gohan. What do you mean adopted?"
"You can ask the family. Come on, get up," Earl said and helped Gohan off his cot then out to the waiting area. "How about this guy?" Earl asked the couple. "He's name is Gohan and he's 16."
"Oh he's perfect. We'll take him," the woman said. "Hi Gohan, I'm Hillary and this is John. We're your new parents." John grabbed Gohan's hand and shook it hard.
"I need you folks to fill out these paper about your self. Here are Gohan's forms. As soon as your done with that you can leave them in that tray and go home," Earl said.
Gohan watched the whole thing, very confused and slightly worried. -What's going on here? How did I get here? The last thing I remember is sitting by a lake when a lady came up behind me. Actually, that's all I remember.-
"Are you all right Gohan?" Hillary asked, seeing the concerned look on her new son's face.
"Uhm can I go sit in the car while you and John fill out the forms?" Gohan requested.
"Sure son," John said and pointed out which car was theirs. Gohan walked outside to the old Volvo and got inside. -Why can't I remember anything like my house or parents?-
After a few minuets John and Hillary got into the car and began to drive away. "So Gohan? Earl told us that a lady found you out by a lake? What were you doing there?"
"I don't know," Gohan whispered, "I don't remember anything."
Hillary looked worriedly at her husband then back at Gohan. The black haired teenager looked frightened and alone. -I wonder what he means by that?-
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Earl sighed and sat back in his cheap office chair. Tonight had been a very good night. The eight kids that had been brought in had all be taken to new homes despite their ages and even some of the kids that had been here longer had been adopted. Yes tonight had been a very good night.
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Vestes stared out the window of the Jetta that her new mother, Katherine Midia, had receive after her 3rd divorce.
"You alright hun?" Katherine asked. "Ya bein' kinda quiet?"
"I'm just a little tired," Vestes answered. That was somewhat the truth despite the long nap she had had at the orphanage. Maybe her mind was tired because she had been trying to rack it for information on her past. Right now all she knew was that her name was Vestes and that she was 16, but Earl had told her that.
"Ya wanna get something to eat hun?" Katherine suggested.
"Sure," Vestes agreed. The car pulled into a McDonald's and the two women went inside. Katherine told Vestes to go sit down while she ordered. Vestes went to a booth and started looking at the little ad pamphlet. The theme was space because of the new Buzz Lightyear movie that had come out. While Vestes was looking at the piece of paper a flash of images went through her mind. Asteroids, 3 other girls, a little girl with pink hair and another girl with a sad expression on her face. Vestes shook her head clear of the images.
Katherine walked up to the table and saw Vestes shake her head. "Head ache hun?"
"Yeah a little bit of one," Vestes lied. -Who were all those people? Do I know them?-
"So tell me about your other life? How'd ya end up at the orphanage?"
"I don't remember anything," Vestes confessed. "All I know is my name and my age."
"Maybe it was so horrible that you blocked it out," Katherine guessed.
"My whole life? That's 16 years," Vestes said. "Let's be realistic. Earl mentioned that the lady that brought me in said that I might have amnesia."
"Well then it'll all be alright in a few days, maybe weeks," Katherine said, patting Vestes on the back.
"Thanks again for taking me in like this. It means a lot to me," Vestes said as they walked out of the McDonald's.
"No problem hun."
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Heero laid stretch out on his twin bed, looking up at the ceiling of his new home. Despite the fact that he couldn't recall his past he was pretty sure that he had never had a real home, with parents and a little sister. Yes the 7 year old sister named Natilie was defiantly a new addition to his life.
There was a knock at the door and Heero said, "Come in."
In walked the miniature devil herself with stuff cat in hand. "Heero, I'm having nightmares. Can I sleep in here with you?" Heero sat up and looked at her skeptically. An hour earlier she had thrown mash potatoes in his face because she thought he was going to steal her parents from her. Now she looked innocent and wanted him to protect her.
"Come here," Heero beckoned, scooting over to make space for her. Natilie smiled, scampered to the bed and curled up beside Heero.
"Where did you come from Heero?" Natilie asked sleepily.
Heero thought carefully before answering the question. He didn't want to give her more bad dreams by telling her that he didn't know. "I use to live on a wine farm with my father. Every mourning we would go horse back riding through the orchard and every summer we would go through and pick the grapes off the trees." Heero paused when he saw that Natilie was already sleeping and breathing softly against his stomach. He wished the story he had told was true, it sounded so nice and peaceful. It wasn't though, Heero knew it. his past life, whatever it had been was not all sunshine and bliss.
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Juno slept peacefully on her cot in the small apartment where George live. It wasn't much. The paint was peeling off the walls and there was a giant hole in the wall where Juno slept, but it was better than sleeping outside.
In her dreams Juno was running around this huge meadow with millions of wild flowers. A few feet away a girl with light pink hair and thoughtful eyes was plucking the petals off of one of the flowers, singing. As soon as she had detached all the petals she blew a small puff of air on the flower stem and in burst into millions of seed that were blown away by the mild breeze.
Juno wanted to talk to the girl but she seemed so enhanced by the flowers that Juno did not want to bother her. About a mile away was a pond where another girl was swimming in the water. Juno made her way over there but before she could call out to the girl she was shaken awake.
"It's time to go to school," George said gruffly. "You can wear the clothes from last night but as soon as you get to school you have to go to the office and get a uniform."
"Okay. I'll be ready in a few minuets," Juno said and George left her to get dress. In the corner of her room was a book bag that George must have supplied. It had a weird smell to it but nothing Juno couldn't fix with some air freshener. She pulled on her jeans and green T-shirt that the lady had dressed her in last night. Her green hair was a little messy but there was nothing Juno could do but pull it up into a pony tail on the top of her head and pick most of the leaves out.
"I have to make some money and buy decent clothes," Juno commented to herself in the mirror. She smiled at her reflection and went out into the small living room.
"Good you're ready to go," George said, tossing her a nutria-grain bar. They raced down stairs to the only decent looking thing that George owned, his 98 BMW. That was what he had splurged all his money on, instead of fixing up his home, he had bought a car. Juno sighed but had to admit to herself that it was a nice car.
"Here's what you're going to do in the afternoon. I'll still be at work when you get out so either you can go home with friends or catch a bus home. Just make sure you check in at 6 so I know where you are. Do you want me to walk you to the office?" George offered when they pulled up in front of the school.
"No you've done more than enough George. Thanks, I'll see you tonight." Juno grabbed her bag and walked to the entrance of the high school. People gave her odd looks because of her clothes and hair. Juno glared at them all and walked towards the office of the school to receive her locker number and uniform.
The office was occupied by one other girl with long red hair and a cocky look on her face. When Juno sat down across from her the girl looked at her with wide eyes and surprise.
"What?" Juno asked harshly. She was really sick of having people look at her like she had 2 heads or something.
"Have we met before?" the girl asked. "You look really familiar."
"No I don't think so. But then again I haven't be able to recall anything these days," Juno explained.
"Me neither. The lady who took me to the orphanage last night said I had a case of amnesia," the girl said. "By the way, my name is Vestes."
"Juno." The two girls shook hands, "Hey maybe that's where we saw each other. I was at an orphanage last night too. I don't remember seeing you but maybe you saw me."
"Yeah maybe." Vestes sat back in her chair and looked slightly concerned. -That girl, she was one of the 5 in my little flash at McDonald's.- She sighed, -Juno was probably right and I was remembering her from the orphanage.-
"So what grade are you in?" Juno asked, continuing the conversation.
"10th, you?" Vestes inquired.
"Same. Who's in there now?" she asked, gesturing to the covered windows of the principal's office.
Vestes smiled. "Cute guy," she answered shortly. Juno chuckled. She liked this girl, maybe they could get together after school. It would be a whole lot better than going home on the bus.
The door opened and a tall, muscular, boy with short brown hair and Prussian blue eyes walked out. Vestes sat perfectly still as he bent down and picked up his bag that was next to her. He walked out of the office, a little confused by why it was so quiet but didn't really care.
After the boy left Vestes and Juno burst into laughter. "Did you see the look on his face?" Juno chuckled.
"He was like, 'why are all these girls looking at me?'," Vestes said in a mocking voice. She was about to say something else when the secretary called her into the principal's room.
Juno sat there alone until another girl came in. Juno gasped when she saw it was the girl with the flowers from her dream. -This is so strange. First Vestes is asking if we know each other and now the girl from my dream comes in here.-
When the girl in a white T-shirt and yellow knee skirt saw Juno looking at her she smiled. "Hello, my name is Ceres. Are you new in this school too?"
Juno didn't respond for a second because she was in shock but then quickly said, "Yeah. My name's Juno. What grade are you going to apply for?"
"10th. My foster parents thought I might be smart enough to go into 11th but I prefer to be with kids my own age."
"Oh. Are you adopted too? It seems like a fad in this school. The girl in there right now, Vestes, is adopted also," Juno commented.
Ceres didn't speak for a moment, pondering if she really wanted to say something. "This may sound really strange but I feel as if I know you and Vestes already. I haven't even seen Vestes yet but I know she has red hair. Isn't that so weird?" Ceres said with a smile.
"Yeah," Juno said a little less happily. -Why can't I remember anything. I know if I could I would have all the answers to why I feel like I know Vestes already and why I had a dream about Ceres.-
"Juno?" the secretary called out. Juno broke her thoughts and went to speak with the principal. Before she went in she saw Vestes and Ceres exchange an odd glance.
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Jim looked down the empty hallway at all the unmarked doors. How was he suppose to find room #34 if there were no numbers on the doors? He looked down at the pink slip for any other clues to where he was suppose to go. Suddenly a body ran into him and knocked him down.
"Oh sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going I guess," a dark haired boy said, holding his hand out to Jim.
"No problem. I don't suppose you would know where Room #34 is?" Jim inquired.
"Your guess is as good as mine. I've been here since 8 and I still have no clue where my homeroom is. I tried to go the office but there's a line and I didn't want to wait. By the way, I'm Gohan."
"Jim. Missing homeroom on the first day can't be good for our record. Let's see if we can find a hall monitor or a road map," Jim joked.
"Yeah. Hey maybe that girl knows something." Gohan pointed to a girl in a uniform with light blue hair.
"I think I know her," Jim said, looking at the familiar hair. "Paras?" he called out.
The girl spun around to answer and gave the two boys a quizzical look. "Do I know you?"
"Kinda. I'm Jim and this is Gohan. Do you know how to find the homerooms by numbers?"
Paras was trying to remember where she had met Jim but answered their question first. "Some of the doors have numbers on them and if you find one that does then you can count the doors to you home room. I guess came to get water but I can seem to find a water fountain."
"There's one around the corner about 3 door back," Gohan instructed.
"Thanks," Paras said and started to walk off.
"Same to you," Jim said to the back of her head. "Okay, that's door 19 so my homeroom is down that way."
"Mines the opposite direction so I guess I'll see you t lunch or something. Nice meeting you," Gohan said and turned down the corner where Paras had gone.
Jim counted the doors like Paras said to and was soon standing outside the door of his homeroom. "Come on Jim. You wait any longer and class'll be over." The nervous boy took a deep breath and opened the door. As soon as he stepped in all eyes turned on him, causing him to turn bright red.
"Ahh, Mr.Hawkings, I see you finally found you place," his teacher, Mr.Frito said.
-Not really,- Jim thought, taking a seat in the middle of the clump of desks, -Some how I don't feel in place right here at all.-
"We were just discussing the no knives policy and whether it's a good idea or not," Mr.Frito explained.
"I doubt he even knows what a knife is," a boy mocked.
"There's no need for that Brad. I'm sure Jim is just as street wise as the rest of you," Mr.Frito said.
"We'll see about that," Brad said, cracking his knuckles. Jim looked back at the boy to analyze him. Brad was a stocky, platinum blond boy. Jim guessed that the boy relied on his strength more than anything else.
Mr.Frito looked at his watch. "Time to go. Have a nice day, Jim if you need help just ask one of your classmates."
"Yeah right," Jim said to himself, grabbing his bag and heading towards his locker. The old lady, Mrs.Baker, who had adopted him had packed a lunch for him because she claimed the food in the cafeteria wasn't actually food. Jim believed her but what she had pack wasn't too appetizing so he decided to skip lunch and walk around the school.
-Maybe I'll see Paras again,- he thought hopefully, walking out of the building. There was no sign of any other life on the play ground that was oddly placed next to the high school. Jim sighed and started to sway on the swing.
His mind was blank with information on his past and it was beginning to frustrate Jim just a little. What if he was allergic to something and if he ate it ,it would kill him. -Too bad there isn't a medicine for amnesia. I don't even have a family to tell me about myself. All I have are those stupid forms that the lady filled out when she took me to Earl's place.-
"Is this a private party?" a happy voice asked. Jim identified it instantly as Paras's and began to get nervous.
"Uh no. Have a seat," Jim offered the swing next to him. Paras thanked him and sat down.
"Did you find your home room?" Paras inquired.
"Huh?" Jim squeaked then mentally hit himself on his head for sounding so stupid. "Yeah, thanks for helping."
"Glad to do it," Paras said with a smile. "You seem nervous about something."
"Me?" Jim chirped. "Nope, nothing to be nervous about."
"Right," Paras said, not believing him for a second. -It feels nice to make boys nervous. the feeling is almost familiar.- "So are you going to ask me to the dance?"
"What?!" Jim almost yelled, caught off guard.
Paras started to laugh and explained, "it's Friday. The school rents a club, I forget what it's called, but the whole school goes and I wanted to know if you were going to ask me. Based on how nervous you were I assumed that you were going to ask me, but if you're not going to then maybe I should just go find someone else to go with," Paras teased and got up from her seat.
Jim was still surprised but came back to reality quickly enough to stop Paras from leaving. "Do you wanna go to the dance this evening?"
"Why I thought you'd never ask," Paras asked in a sweet voice and kissed Jim on the cheek, a small bolt of electricity shocking him when she parted from his skin. "Here's my phone number, call me and I'll give directions to my house." Paras smirked again at Jim's expression and walked back to the school. "You better hurry or you'll miss class."
Jim shook his head clear and jumped up and down. "I got a date! I got a date! Jean would be so proud." Jim stopped jumping when he said that. Who was Jean? A image of a smart mouthed man with red streaked hair appeared in his mind. "What are all these pictures in my mind? Argh." Jim groaned and raced back to school.
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Ceres walked home, despite the many offers from the boys to drive her. For obvious reasons she didn't trust them enough to take her directly home like her foster parents had requested. Besides it was a warm day and she liked walking down the side walk with the bird chirping and the petals falling when ever the wind picked up a little.
Suddenly a sharp head pain attack Ceres and she fell to the ground. There was another round of mental pictures before she could stand up.
"Are you all right?" a boy asked, offering his hand.
Ceres looked up and met thoughtful green eyes. Well more like 1 eye because the boy's bangs were covering the other side of his face. "Yes I'm fine," Ceres said, letting the boy help her up.
"If the pain is so great that you fall maybe you should see a doctor," the boy suggested.
"No it's just amnesia. It will go away as soon as I regain my memory," Ceres explained.
"Oh," the boy said. Even though Ceres was standing up he hadn't let go of her hand and she made no attempt to move it. There was a feeling like electricity was flowing through their clasped hand that hurt a little but it also felt comforting. The boy came out of his trance and remembered, "you're in my geometry class aren't you?"
"Yes. 10th grade math wasn't challenging enough so my foster parents had me moved up," Ceres said modestly.
"Trowa, we have to go," another guy called from a idle car.
"I'm coming Heero," Trowa answered. "Sorry, it was nice to meet you..."
"Ceres," she supplied.
"Ceres," Trowa repeated. "I'll remeber that." He turned around and jogged back to the car where Heero was waiting.
"I will remember you also Trowa," Ceres whispered, cradling her glowing hand.
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"Thanks for coming with me to the mall. I don't think George would have enjoyed this much. I'll be sure to pay you back too," Juno said for the 5th time.
"Really it's no problem. Katherine got a check from her ex-husband today and gave it to me since I need new clothes. I have plenty to spare," Vestes said, holding up a tank top to her chest.
"Do you always buy things in red?" Juno asked.
"Do you always buy things in green?" Vestes shot back. "What's with all the skirts?"
"I'm going to the dance at the club tonight and I need something other than jeans and a T-shirt," Juno explained, taking another mini skirt from the rack.
"Are you going with someone?" Vestes asked.
"No, just going to look around," Juno joked. "You should come. Maybe that guy from the office will be there."
"He doesn't seem like the dance type," Vestes commented, "but I guess it wouldn't hurt to go. They have things to do other than dancing right?"
"Yeah I bet they have pool and stuff. Does this make me look fat?" Juno help up a halter.
Vestes shook her head, "I guess I'll come then. Mind if I tag along on your ride?"
"After buying me all these clothes I owe you more than a ride to a club," Juno said through the changing room door that she had walked into. "Whatcha think?" Juno stepped out and made a small spin in front of Vestes. She was wearing a long black skirt with a slit to her knee and a green tank top.
"Not bad," Vestes judged. "Give me a few minuets to find something then we can go." The girl went back to where the racks were set up and selected a few articles of clothing. She hid her choices from Juno and went into the dressing room.
Juno tapped her foot impatiently. "What are you doing in there Vestes? I said I would meet George at 8:30."
"Hold on," Vestes said. "How do I look?" She was wearing a red backless halter and loose vinyl pants.
"Good. Now let's go," Juno said, pushing Vestes back into the dressing room so she could change again.
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Jim watched Paras dance with another guy in his chem class. They had danced a few songs but kept shocking each other so Jim had sat down to take a break.
"So Mr.Frito said you had street smarts? I wanna see 'em," Brad said, sitting next to Jim.
-Why did Mr.Frito have to say that. Even if I do have fighting skills I can't remember how to use them,- Jim though while turning towards Brad. "I don't want to fight you Brad."
"Well okay if you don't want to fight then I guess I'll just have to find someone else," Brad said in a baby voice. "Come on Hawkings, I got people waiting outside for you."
Jim sighed and yelled to Paras that he would be right back. He wasn't really sure that she heard him but it didn't matter. Gohan, who was to a guy about joining the football team, excused himself and followed Jim and Brad outside.
Brad led Jim behind the club house where the trash was picked up. "Nice," Jim said sarcastically, holding his nose.
"Very funny Hawkings," Brad said. "You ready?"
"Of course," Jim said, taking a position that just came to him. Brad smiled as 6 other guys stepped out and surrounded Jim. "Oh this is fair," Jim commented.
Gohan watched from behind a wall, waiting to see how Jim handled himself. Who was he to step in without giving Jim a try? It was not a pretty sight at first. Jim took a stance and Brad lunged at him with a knife in hand Jim dodged it but not before Brad swiped his cheek pretty well. Gohan sighed and stepped out of the shadows. He easily took out a guy who hadn't seen him with one punch. When the boy crumbled to the ground Gohan was impressed by himself and his strength.
"Hey another new kid. You guys can have him while I take care of Treasure island boy over here," Brad said and 3 guys advanced on Gohan.
Gohan got one lucky punch that sent a guy flying but the other 2 over took him quickly, making him fall to the ground. From there the guys took turns kicking Gohan in the stomach. It hurt so much each time a leather boot crushed into his rib cage and he could here Jim curse when Brad slashed him with the knife. -Please go away. Stop kicking me. Stop hurting my friend.- Another kick to the cage, -Just STOP!- Suddenly Gohan began to glow a yellow light. He could feel all the anger flowing through him and turning into energy. The 2 guys who had been abusing him back up and almost fell over on themselves. Gohan stood up, his hair blond and his eyes now a bright green. The pavement was cracking from the force that he omitted and wind was blowing back on the group that had gathered to beat him and Jim up.
"Stop," Gohan ordered to Brad, who was about to deliver another punch to Jim's face. Brad looked at Gohan in amazement, dropped Jim on the ground, and ran back inside the clubs safer walls. Once everyone was gone Gohan's anger subsided and he went back to normal.
"What just happen man?" Jim asked picking himself up.
Gohan could feel him memory coming back. His father, Cell, Krillen and all his other friends. Jim waited for him to answered patiently. "I don't know Jim, I guess something just snapped. Probably won't happen again," Gohan lied, rubbing his head. -What am I doing here?- "I have to go home Jim. You should too just in case Brad and his goons decide they want to try again."
"Yeah I guess I don't have as much street smarts as Mr.Frito thought I did," Jim joked, rubbing a bruise on his arm. "Thanks for doing whatever you did. Even if you didn't mean to."
"No problem. I'm gonna head home, see ya at school tomorrow," Gohan said and headed towards his apartment complex.
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"Anyone for a game of pool?" Vestes called out a little quietly.
"Me," the Prussian eyed boy said, picking up the stick.
"Okay," Vestes said, giddy that he was here but controlling herself very well. "I never guessed that you were a club person from when I saw you in the office," she commented while the challenger racked up the balls.
"I'm not but I got bored and thought to come here. You can go first," he offered.
"Thanks," Vestes said and placed the cue ball in front of the triangle of balls and broke. "So what's your name anyway?"
"Heero," he said blandly, spacing the balls a little better.
"Well Heero," Vestes answered, shooting the striped green ball into the right corner pocket, "I'm Vestes." She tried to get the red striped ball into the left pocket but scratched.
"That's nice," Heero said, shooting the solid blue ball into a pocket.
"What is?" Vestes inquired.
"You're name," Heero said and continued to score. "It's creative."
"Thanks I guess," Vestes said, watching him scratch on his 5th turn. She began to loosing up and was able to take 7 turns before missing on the red ball again. "So you play often, you're pretty good."
"Yeah, I don't remember much but playing this games feels comfortable. You're good also, do you play a lot?"
"Actually I don't know if I have or not. I have amnesia and I'm totally lost on anything," Vestes said. "What's your call?" she asked, seeing that Heero had left only her balls and the 8 ball on the table.
"I don't call yet. The red balls still on the table. It's your turn anyway," Heero said, giving her some room.
"Right. I knew that." Vestes saw that she had a shot to put her red ball in the pocket. It was right next to the solid red ball but she could easily avoid hitting it. Vestes looked behind her to make sure she wouldn't hit Heero with her stick and took her shot. Her stick veered and it hit the solid ball instead of the striped one. As the ball rolled into the pocket a red wave of energy went through the stick and scorched the table.
"Shit," Heero said when he saw the light. "What was that?"
Vestes didn't answer, her head pounding with all her life flowing back into her head. "I need to sit down," she breathed and made her way to the area where the chairs were gathered.
"What's wrong?" Heero asked, following her and helping her to a chair.
"My memory. It's all coming back, I know who I am. What I am."
"What do you mean by what you are?" Heero wondered, confused by what Vestes was saying.
Vestes looked at Heero, as if she suddenly realized he was standing there. "You must be one of them, the chosen. But which?" she wondered in a detached voice.
"Someone one must have put something in your drink," Heero assumed. "Are you here with anyone?"
"Juno," Vestes answered, pointing to a girl dancing in a group.
"Stay here," Heero instructed and walked over to Juno. "Excuse me," he said tapping the girl on the shoulder.
"Yeah?" Juno asked, turning to face him.
"Your friend Vestes is having a mental break down or something so I'm going to take her home okay?" Heero explained.
"Is she all right? She isn't shaking or anything?" Juno asked worriedly.
"No she just got over her amnesia and I think things are a little much for her. She'll be fine tomorrow."
"Okay, tell her I hope she feels better," Juno said and went back to dancing. Heero shrugged and went to retrieve Vestes.
"Come on. I'm going to take you home," Heero said, taking Vestes's hand and shocking himself. -Oww, what was that?-
"Okay," Vestes agreed quietly and followed Heero to his car in the parking lot. "I live in the mansion area on Jackson Ave.," she told him when they began to drive.
"Really? Who are your parents?"
"Katherine has been divorced 3 times and collects payments from all of her ex-husbands for emotional stress and disability," Vestes explained with a kind smile.
Heero glanced over at her, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"It's nothing," Vestes said quickly and averted her gaze. "That's my house. we should play pool again some time. I promise I won't go physco on you like I did this time."
"Yeah maybe we should. I'll see you at school," Heero said, escorted Vestes to her door then went back to his car and drove away.
"You did pretty well," Katherine, who was standing in the door way, said. "He didn't kiss you but he did drive you home."
"He will though. He has too," Vestes whispered to herself and close the door as she walked inside.
A/N-I added a little cliff hanger, oooohhh? What's she talking about? We don't know? Well I do, you don't though. Don't forget to review.