Perspectives II
Perspectives
II
MarshAngel
Chapter
6
Ikuko picked up the
phone slightly annoyed at having been interrupted just as she was about
to open Serena's letter. She enjoyed every communication between herself
and her only daughter. She had grown up so much over the years. Seeing
her accomplish all that she had and being so happy almost made up for not
having her around the past few years.
"Hello?" Ikuko said
smoothly into the receiver. …"Really? …Is that right? … Uh huh…" "I see."
Ikuko could hardly wait
to get off the phone. Unfortunately Kimiko was highly talkative and she
could see no end in sight to Kimiko's chatter. Kimiko was an endearing
woman but a horrible gossip and today was just one of the days she had
everything to say. Normally Ikuko might have been interested in neighborhood
gossip, but today she simply didn't care much at all.
She decided to try a
tactic she had learned in college when she had to talk to her mother on
the phone. The tactic would work very well with Kimiko. She would simply
ignore her and do what she had to do. She walked over to the table where
she had left the letter, cradling the cordless phone in the crook of her
neck as she walked. She added a few 'uh huhs' as she went to make Kimiko
feel as though she were paying attention. She would have gotten off the
phone with her but she didn't want to hurt the poor woman's feelings.
She picked up the letter
and began to read it.
Dear Mom and Dad,
How's everything?
You won't believe what happened! I'm getting married! Can you believe it?
And so began the letter.
Ikuko was shocked, surprised, and extremely happy. She completely forgot
about Kimiko who was continuing to ramble on, as Ikuko ran to the door
to open it for her husband who had just come up the driveway. She ambushed
him as soon as he got out of the car, hugging him and kissing him with
the phone in one hand and the letter in another.
"Nice to see you too
sweetheart," Kenji said, confused and amused by his wife's greeting.
"You won't believe what
happened!" She squealed.
"I most certainly won't
if you don't calm down and tell me."
"Our daughter is getting
married, Can you believe it?"
"What! Is that her on
the phone let me talk to her!"
"Oh dear I completely
forgot," she said, covering the mouthpiece of the phone. She put the phone
to her ear and was greeted with Kimiko's high-pitched chatter.
"Ikuko are you there?
What's going on?"
"I'm so sorry Kimiko,
I'm so excited, My daughter's getting married? Isn't it wonderful?!
"Who is she marrying?"
Kimiko asked happy for her friend and hoping for some gossip to tell the
rest of the neighborhood.
"I… uh… I don't know.
I didn't read that far." Ikuko was surprised at herself she hadn't even
read the whole letter. All she knew was her daughter was getting married
and she didn't even know to whom? Just who was this Darien? She asked as
she read further. That was of course the first question her husband asked.
Darien relaxed a while
at his desk, pushing the chair back as far as it would go and putting his
legs up; no one was around to see him. The computer screen before him showed
a vast amount of information; none of which he could see clearly with eyes
as tired as they were right now. He closed his eyes and massaged his temples.
Organizing his files was not only boring but painstakingly slow. In his
mind he found himself conjuring the images and remembered sensations of
a hot shower, and warm bed, one with his beautiful fiancé Serena
in it.
Not too long ago this
was the furthest thing from his mind. He had assumed he'd always be alone,
not living the wonderful life he had now. He had a great job a beautiful
woman at his side and great friends.
He had grown rather
close to Serena's friends and family, particularly the four men who had
once been members of his royal guard. They all seemed to embody major traits
he found within himself. He had Zach's intelligence, Michael's strength,
Jason's humor, and Nicholas' romanticism.
Serena was the only
one with complete memories of the silver millennium although the other
guys seemed to have recovered a vast part of their own. His own memory
was slowly returning to him and he remembered many minor details of his
past life. It made him feel more complete as a person to remember things
of the past.
He remembered the first
time he'd seen his princess. He had been visiting the moon palace for the
first time. He was being introduced to Queen Serenity when the main doors
of the throne room were flung open and in flew a seven-year-old, out of
breath ball of white silk and blonde hair pulling behind her a dark-haired
slightly smaller child in a blue dress.
Halfway across the wide
expanse of marble floor she had tripped over the edge of her gown bringing
both girls down flat on their stomachs. Endymion had been unable to restrain
himself from laughing for which he'd received a glare from his parents
and the little red-faced blonde girl.
She had definitely broken
up the stiff formality of the affair and even his usually rigid and serious
first guard Malachite relaxed, after he and Endymion had helped both girls
up off the floor. He smiled now with the memory of it all. So much of it
was blurry but there were always images that drifted on the edge of memory
not nearly complete. Such moments consisted of images of all the guys dumping
Jadeite in the lake and cutting Zoecite's hair while he slept. They were
incomplete in that they were simply disconnected images but they made him
smile.
He rubbed his eyes and
shut off his computer. He wasn't going to get anything more done tonight.
He picked up his jacket and coat and walked out of his office closing the
door behind him. He was impatient to get home to Serena.
As he walked down the
halls, where most of the offices, now empty as most of his peers had gone
home, he found himself thinking of his future. He admired Serena's family,
both of them. He hoped that one day he could have the same happiness Mr.
Chandler enjoyed on a regular basis with his wife and three daughters.
Serena's youngest sister
was a beautiful, energetic child that reminded him so much of Serena. Her
cheeks were so pink and her blue eyes shone with childish excitement whenever
he and Serena visited. He hoped one day that he and Serena could have a
child like her.
The day was coming closer
to when he'd finally marry the woman he'd waited an entire millennium for
and quite frankly he could hardly wait for the moment when they'd finally
recite the vows of love that would join them together in marriage. He smiled
as he opened the door to his car and got in, thinking about how long it
had taken him to find the right ring. In the end after dozens of jewelry
stores he had spent a great deal of money to have the ring custom made
and engraved with his promise to love her forever. He grinned even wider
when he remembered what she'd given him in return, he increased his speed
down the highway; he really needed to get home.
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