Ai no Yume
*****
The Complexities of Time (and Women)
[Note: Some of the following stuff might seem to go too fast for you readers, so I sincerely apologize. Please forgive me, I'm kind of running on semi-empty at the moment. Thanks! By the way, Chibi Mars, you have got the most beautiful pic for your bio…it's so pretty! Anyway, the Makoto stuff isn't as long or good as I wished it would be. But worry not, Mako-fans! She plays a larger role later.]
My nose itches, was Jupiter's first thought. Maybe if I scratch it, it'll stop itching.
Dragging herself up into a sitting position, she stared into the darkness of the night.
Something wasn't right.
Oh, she snapped sarcastically at herself, could it be that there isn't A FLIPPING _MOON_?! Mumbling to herself, she rubbed her head and glared evilly at a defenseless ant scurrying past her.
"Where am I?" she murmured after a moment, trying to search everything with her disoriented mind. Dang, the others weren't there. She had the gloomy feeling that she shouldn't have thought everything would turn out great, because nothing ever did. Dying many, many times can and will have that affect on a gal.
Something furry brushed against her neck.
With a startled scream, Jupiter lurched forward, shot her hand back and caught something by the throat, choking it like mad even as she felt whiskers brush her hand. "Why can't I get a minute of peace?!" she roared, throwing the struggling creature before her. A loud 'CLANG!' resounded as it bounced off a large, round metallic object. "And screw you, whatever you are!"
"Puar?" came a man's voice. "Puar, daijoubu?"
Damn.
A light came on in a previously unseen house and the door was opened, revealing the silhouette of a VERY strong-looking man.
Double damn.
With a whooshing sigh, she quickly, quietly summoned her Senshi uniform. She did _not_ want to get caught naked after almost killing…whatever-it-was.
The man stepped out and Jupiter stood up, crossing her arms, prepared to summon a Sparkling Wide Pressure if need be.
"Who's there?" he called, falling into a fighting stance, ready for any semblance of combat (even if he wasn't the most achieved of soldiers).
"Super Sailor Jupiter," she sneered, itching between her shoulder blades to fight, wanting to use the awesome powers that had remained dormant for millennia. "And you are?"
"Yamucha. Are you friend or foe?"
"Depends. You out to take over the world and/or destroy humanity?"
"Um…I don't think so…"
She relaxed and grinned widely in the chilly dark, ordering her fighting instincts to calm _down_ while striding over to the lit doorway, scooping up the dizzy creature she had throttled as she moved to the house.
"So," Jupiter began, smiling sweetly as she handed the battered, blue cat-thing to the man, "you gonna invite me in or stand still like a cute, idiotic statue all night?"
(*)
"You're name is Super Sailor Jupiter, ne?" Buruma was saying, handing Makoto (who had changed into a black sweater and green leggings, having switched back from Senshi mode) a cup of hot cocoa. "Are you, by any chance, one of the Senshi from the AD era?"
Makoto smiled gratefully and nodded, taking a sip of the hot chocolate.
Instantly, she spat it back out, jumping forward in her chair a little. Bringing her thumb to her chin, she jutted it out, wiping the mixture off it sheepishly. "Gomen nasai, Buruma-san, it's just…" She gestured helplessly at the blue mug. "It's horrible," she finally finished.
Sighing, Buruma smiled lopsidedly. "I know," she agreed, letting the two men (and the hovering cat-thing) stew impatiently, "I'm not exactly an accomplished cook."
"Well, then," Makoto brushed the leggings carefully, grinning widely, "I'll ask for the liberty of making some _real_ hot chocolate for ya'll." Unabashedly, she winked at Yamucha (who turned red), saying, "Thanks, cutie, for finding me. C'mon, Whiskers, I need a kitchen slave."
Grabbing poor Puar by his looping tail, she dragged him into the bowels of the tiled kitchen, from which came the horrified cry of, "Good Zeus! How can you cook in this mess?!"
Buruma didn't answer; she was preoccupied with glaring at a squirming Yamucha.
Vejiita smirked and leaned back against the wall, arms folded across his chest. For once, the Almighty Woman wasn't going to glare daggers at _him_. Oh, he was going to en-JOY watching Yamucha get the heat, even if it wasn't deserved.
(*)
In a high voice, Puar commented dubiously, "Are you sure this is right?"
"Yes, I'm sure," Makoto snapped snippily, shaking the excess sugar back into the brimming container (bucket) carefully. "I'm the cook, remember? Me chef, you assistant."
"But that's," Puar objected, "not how Buruma-san makes it." He/She/It paused momentarily, before conceding, "Point taken, Makoto-san."
"Toldja. Now, hold still while I break this egg open on your head."
"NANI?!"
"I'm joking, I'm joking! YEESH, you people are so flippin' serious! Criminy, I wish Minako was here…" Pause. "On second thought, I don't think Buruma-san wants her kitchen in itty bitty pieces."
(*)
"What was that?" Buruma attacked peevishly, glaring at Yamucha.
"I don't know!" he defended quickly, taking a step backward and looking pleadingly at the widely smirking Vejiita.
"Oh, right, she was flirting without any reason at all," Buruma drawled sarcastically, frowning darkly. "I don't trust you."
"Wh…what?!"
Casting an evil look at both men, Buruma stormed out of the room.
In the silence that ensued, Yamucha turned to Vejiita. "I knew our relationship's been strained 'cause of the training and all, but…I don't even know Makoto!"
"Trust me on this one," Vejiita laughed sardonically, "don't try to rationalize _anything_ that woman says or does. You'll find your head rolling on the ground in a matter of seconds."
"Gee," Yamucha replied, "that's so very good to hear."
(*)
"Lighten up."
"…"
"You have absolutely no life, you know that, right?"
"…"
"Juuhachigou-san- -that's your name, right?- -is he always so…I dunno, lifeless?"
"I take insult."
"Oh. Migosh! It talks!"
Juuhachigou watched with great interest as her twin brother politely refrained from hitting the trench coat-wearing girl over her blonde head. Though, from the intensity of the power levels radiating from Venus/Minako, she could more than handle herself.
Leading the odd duo through the vast house that was Buruma's, the android woman touched her rounded stomach fondly, feeling the tiny life bubbling inside her.
"Baka."
"Jerk."
"Ditz."
"Bully."
"Buffoon."
"Baboon."
"Pathetic."
"Weak."
The two continued arguing until Juuhachigou opened a door leading to a large, spacious room in which a pretty woman with light blue hair cut at her shoulders was cuddling a small baby boy with lavender hair and constantly downcast, thick eyebrows arched downward over a pair of sweet blue eyes. The woman, Buruma, was teasing a scowling man with strange black hair and the same thick, unapproving eyebrows of the gurgling infant.
"Awww, don't worry, Trunks, your 'tousan's just being an idiot…like always," she laughed, sticking her tongue out at the man, who grunted.
Another man, a smaller one with short blackish-brown hair and an unusual lack of a nose, looked up at Juuhachigou and sat up from his seat on the couch, motioning for her to sit. Grateful, she did so, smiling at the short man.
Venus paused in the process of poking Juunanagou with her walking stick (tree trunk); the man stopped making rude gestures with his hand.
"That's a lot of people," Venus finally said appreciatively, seeing three women (one of whom was a fluffy-haired blonde with a spacey expression), many, many men, and one or two…animal things. Was that a floating cat or a floating monkey? Maybe she didn't want to know…
"It's about time!" Buruma cried as she patted Trunks' back maternally, "We've been waiting for you two for God-knows-how-long! It's almost time for you to call back your companions."
Venus blinked.
Juunanagou stared.
Venus stared.
Juunanagou blinked.
This pattern repeated itself a few more times until Vejiita rolled his black eyes in exasperation, snapping, "You do know how to summon your fellow what's-its from another time, right?"
Venus blinked and stared some more, squeaking, "What do you mean?"
"You awoke at different times," Buruma explained, shooting her disgruntled husband a dirty look, "you and the other Senshi. You need to call them back."
"Oh," Venus uttered, realization dawning on her, "we awoke at different times!…That's got to have screwed up some things."
"You," Buruma smiled ironically, subtly leaning against Vejiita, Trunks giggling happily where he rested in the cradle of her crossed legs, "have absolutely no idea."
After a moment's hesitation, Venus timidly put out, "How am I supposed to summon my friends and my lieges? And our guardians?"
"Look in your soul," one of the other women offered, her black hair pulled back in a subtle bun-ponytail mix, a quiet, depressed looking preteen boy seated next to her, his sad expression a mirror to the woman's. "Maybe your power and knowledge is in there."
"What knowledge?" Juunanagou muttered under his breath and Venus casually 'slipped' on her bad foot, stepping sharply on one of his with her good foot so as to 'regain' her 'lost' balance, kicking him swiftly in the shin as she brought her foot back up.
Well, she decided as the bishounen Jinzouningen man next to her rubbed his shin and glared foully at her, it was worth a shot.
Closing her crystal blue eyes, she took a deep breath, held it, then released it in a soft whoosh.
She called through the folds of time.
And she felt them coming.
(*)
Ginzishou snapped her ever-shifting eyes open, spreading her silver wings in the endless darkness she had taken as her home for thousands of years. Her eyes shifted color from green to blue, to red in a mere second's span. They were awake, yes, she could feel it.
Excited, the fist-sized dragon crowed happily, launching herself toward a glimmering orange light, feeling the tug of Venus' call.
Behind her, in the pulsing mass of evil her princess had helped seal away, two creatures of pure darkness tore free, one of feminine rotten evil, one of masculine sinister perfection.
They searched for a host, any host as Ginzishou faded away.
A sorrowful red beacon drove through the shadows and both beings smiled cruelly.
One sang of death and possession, one sang of victory and havoc.
They fell upon Mars.
Oh, geez, this was a WEAK chapter, especially the Buruma-attacks-Yamucha part. However, I noticed that Yamucha and Buruma never had a strong relationship, more like friends pretending to be more, and both became jealous of each other. According to the Bible (yes, I'm Christian), jealousy should not be part of true love. Also, during the Mirai no Trunks/Cell saga PRIOR to Trunks' birth, they were already showing signs of IMMENSE strain on their relationship.
As for the part with Ginzishou (the name of Usagi's jewel, by the way) as a dragon, I noted that there are seven Dragonballs for both Earth and Namek, and there were seven Rainbow Crystals for the Ginzishou. So, I created a dragon.
Next chapter will probably be the last, but an epilogue and teaser are also due. The Mars part plays a VERY major role and I hope I successfully deliver what I've been planning. Okay?
Ryan [my first Muse]: Ja mata until tomorrow night!
What are we going to do tomorrow night, Ryan?
Ryan: The same thing we do every night, Mongoose Palla. Write ourselves senseless and then rot our collective brains on the internet!
But, Ryan, wouldn't we need brains in the first place?
Ryan: Shut-up, Mongoose Palla, or I shall have to hurt you.
Cool!
Purple Mongoose/PallaPlease and Ryan-my-imaginary-Muse.
Ryan: 'Imaginary?!' I'm your first Muse! You created me at Girl Scout camp! Do you not remember?!
Shaddup! I'm trying to end this chapter!
Ryan: *holds bowling ball warningly*
You don't even help me!
Ryan: I know. I'm just an image and an object of abuse.
Duh.
Ryan: Which is why *I* have the bowling ball and *you* don't.
I'm confused…
[PS~ I love "Ai no Yume" so very much and I love it when people take their time to review! You guys rock!]
[PSS~ Yet again, I apologize for the horrible quality of this chapter. *sniffles and grabs the aLiEn tiGEr, Chibi-Kurt, Chibi-Spyke, and bowling ball, sobbing*
Ryan: …*whimper*
Aw, I love you, too! C'mere! *grabs Ryan and hugs the tiny Russian pixie, his red hair in disarray and black wings folded happily* I love my Muses! Do you love yours?]
DISCLAIMER:
The Sailor Senshi are © to Takeuchi Naoko-san, Kodansha, DiC, Cloverway, Toei Animation, Mixx Entertainment, etc.
The Dragonball characters are © to Toriyama Akira-san, Shogakun (?), FUNimation, Toei Animation, Viz Entertainment, etc.
"Ai no Yume" in its entirety, all situations and plot devices thus far, is © to myself, referred to on-line as PallaPlease or Purple Mongoose/PallaPlease. [Credit for idea for scene in 'Time Warped' is given duly to Kawaii Lil Dejiko.]
*****
The Complexities of Time (and Women)
[Note: Some of the following stuff might seem to go too fast for you readers, so I sincerely apologize. Please forgive me, I'm kind of running on semi-empty at the moment. Thanks! By the way, Chibi Mars, you have got the most beautiful pic for your bio…it's so pretty! Anyway, the Makoto stuff isn't as long or good as I wished it would be. But worry not, Mako-fans! She plays a larger role later.]
My nose itches, was Jupiter's first thought. Maybe if I scratch it, it'll stop itching.
Dragging herself up into a sitting position, she stared into the darkness of the night.
Something wasn't right.
Oh, she snapped sarcastically at herself, could it be that there isn't A FLIPPING _MOON_?! Mumbling to herself, she rubbed her head and glared evilly at a defenseless ant scurrying past her.
"Where am I?" she murmured after a moment, trying to search everything with her disoriented mind. Dang, the others weren't there. She had the gloomy feeling that she shouldn't have thought everything would turn out great, because nothing ever did. Dying many, many times can and will have that affect on a gal.
Something furry brushed against her neck.
With a startled scream, Jupiter lurched forward, shot her hand back and caught something by the throat, choking it like mad even as she felt whiskers brush her hand. "Why can't I get a minute of peace?!" she roared, throwing the struggling creature before her. A loud 'CLANG!' resounded as it bounced off a large, round metallic object. "And screw you, whatever you are!"
"Puar?" came a man's voice. "Puar, daijoubu?"
Damn.
A light came on in a previously unseen house and the door was opened, revealing the silhouette of a VERY strong-looking man.
Double damn.
With a whooshing sigh, she quickly, quietly summoned her Senshi uniform. She did _not_ want to get caught naked after almost killing…whatever-it-was.
The man stepped out and Jupiter stood up, crossing her arms, prepared to summon a Sparkling Wide Pressure if need be.
"Who's there?" he called, falling into a fighting stance, ready for any semblance of combat (even if he wasn't the most achieved of soldiers).
"Super Sailor Jupiter," she sneered, itching between her shoulder blades to fight, wanting to use the awesome powers that had remained dormant for millennia. "And you are?"
"Yamucha. Are you friend or foe?"
"Depends. You out to take over the world and/or destroy humanity?"
"Um…I don't think so…"
She relaxed and grinned widely in the chilly dark, ordering her fighting instincts to calm _down_ while striding over to the lit doorway, scooping up the dizzy creature she had throttled as she moved to the house.
"So," Jupiter began, smiling sweetly as she handed the battered, blue cat-thing to the man, "you gonna invite me in or stand still like a cute, idiotic statue all night?"
(*)
"You're name is Super Sailor Jupiter, ne?" Buruma was saying, handing Makoto (who had changed into a black sweater and green leggings, having switched back from Senshi mode) a cup of hot cocoa. "Are you, by any chance, one of the Senshi from the AD era?"
Makoto smiled gratefully and nodded, taking a sip of the hot chocolate.
Instantly, she spat it back out, jumping forward in her chair a little. Bringing her thumb to her chin, she jutted it out, wiping the mixture off it sheepishly. "Gomen nasai, Buruma-san, it's just…" She gestured helplessly at the blue mug. "It's horrible," she finally finished.
Sighing, Buruma smiled lopsidedly. "I know," she agreed, letting the two men (and the hovering cat-thing) stew impatiently, "I'm not exactly an accomplished cook."
"Well, then," Makoto brushed the leggings carefully, grinning widely, "I'll ask for the liberty of making some _real_ hot chocolate for ya'll." Unabashedly, she winked at Yamucha (who turned red), saying, "Thanks, cutie, for finding me. C'mon, Whiskers, I need a kitchen slave."
Grabbing poor Puar by his looping tail, she dragged him into the bowels of the tiled kitchen, from which came the horrified cry of, "Good Zeus! How can you cook in this mess?!"
Buruma didn't answer; she was preoccupied with glaring at a squirming Yamucha.
Vejiita smirked and leaned back against the wall, arms folded across his chest. For once, the Almighty Woman wasn't going to glare daggers at _him_. Oh, he was going to en-JOY watching Yamucha get the heat, even if it wasn't deserved.
(*)
In a high voice, Puar commented dubiously, "Are you sure this is right?"
"Yes, I'm sure," Makoto snapped snippily, shaking the excess sugar back into the brimming container (bucket) carefully. "I'm the cook, remember? Me chef, you assistant."
"But that's," Puar objected, "not how Buruma-san makes it." He/She/It paused momentarily, before conceding, "Point taken, Makoto-san."
"Toldja. Now, hold still while I break this egg open on your head."
"NANI?!"
"I'm joking, I'm joking! YEESH, you people are so flippin' serious! Criminy, I wish Minako was here…" Pause. "On second thought, I don't think Buruma-san wants her kitchen in itty bitty pieces."
(*)
"What was that?" Buruma attacked peevishly, glaring at Yamucha.
"I don't know!" he defended quickly, taking a step backward and looking pleadingly at the widely smirking Vejiita.
"Oh, right, she was flirting without any reason at all," Buruma drawled sarcastically, frowning darkly. "I don't trust you."
"Wh…what?!"
Casting an evil look at both men, Buruma stormed out of the room.
In the silence that ensued, Yamucha turned to Vejiita. "I knew our relationship's been strained 'cause of the training and all, but…I don't even know Makoto!"
"Trust me on this one," Vejiita laughed sardonically, "don't try to rationalize _anything_ that woman says or does. You'll find your head rolling on the ground in a matter of seconds."
"Gee," Yamucha replied, "that's so very good to hear."
(*)
"Lighten up."
"…"
"You have absolutely no life, you know that, right?"
"…"
"Juuhachigou-san- -that's your name, right?- -is he always so…I dunno, lifeless?"
"I take insult."
"Oh. Migosh! It talks!"
Juuhachigou watched with great interest as her twin brother politely refrained from hitting the trench coat-wearing girl over her blonde head. Though, from the intensity of the power levels radiating from Venus/Minako, she could more than handle herself.
Leading the odd duo through the vast house that was Buruma's, the android woman touched her rounded stomach fondly, feeling the tiny life bubbling inside her.
"Baka."
"Jerk."
"Ditz."
"Bully."
"Buffoon."
"Baboon."
"Pathetic."
"Weak."
The two continued arguing until Juuhachigou opened a door leading to a large, spacious room in which a pretty woman with light blue hair cut at her shoulders was cuddling a small baby boy with lavender hair and constantly downcast, thick eyebrows arched downward over a pair of sweet blue eyes. The woman, Buruma, was teasing a scowling man with strange black hair and the same thick, unapproving eyebrows of the gurgling infant.
"Awww, don't worry, Trunks, your 'tousan's just being an idiot…like always," she laughed, sticking her tongue out at the man, who grunted.
Another man, a smaller one with short blackish-brown hair and an unusual lack of a nose, looked up at Juuhachigou and sat up from his seat on the couch, motioning for her to sit. Grateful, she did so, smiling at the short man.
Venus paused in the process of poking Juunanagou with her walking stick (tree trunk); the man stopped making rude gestures with his hand.
"That's a lot of people," Venus finally said appreciatively, seeing three women (one of whom was a fluffy-haired blonde with a spacey expression), many, many men, and one or two…animal things. Was that a floating cat or a floating monkey? Maybe she didn't want to know…
"It's about time!" Buruma cried as she patted Trunks' back maternally, "We've been waiting for you two for God-knows-how-long! It's almost time for you to call back your companions."
Venus blinked.
Juunanagou stared.
Venus stared.
Juunanagou blinked.
This pattern repeated itself a few more times until Vejiita rolled his black eyes in exasperation, snapping, "You do know how to summon your fellow what's-its from another time, right?"
Venus blinked and stared some more, squeaking, "What do you mean?"
"You awoke at different times," Buruma explained, shooting her disgruntled husband a dirty look, "you and the other Senshi. You need to call them back."
"Oh," Venus uttered, realization dawning on her, "we awoke at different times!…That's got to have screwed up some things."
"You," Buruma smiled ironically, subtly leaning against Vejiita, Trunks giggling happily where he rested in the cradle of her crossed legs, "have absolutely no idea."
After a moment's hesitation, Venus timidly put out, "How am I supposed to summon my friends and my lieges? And our guardians?"
"Look in your soul," one of the other women offered, her black hair pulled back in a subtle bun-ponytail mix, a quiet, depressed looking preteen boy seated next to her, his sad expression a mirror to the woman's. "Maybe your power and knowledge is in there."
"What knowledge?" Juunanagou muttered under his breath and Venus casually 'slipped' on her bad foot, stepping sharply on one of his with her good foot so as to 'regain' her 'lost' balance, kicking him swiftly in the shin as she brought her foot back up.
Well, she decided as the bishounen Jinzouningen man next to her rubbed his shin and glared foully at her, it was worth a shot.
Closing her crystal blue eyes, she took a deep breath, held it, then released it in a soft whoosh.
She called through the folds of time.
And she felt them coming.
(*)
Ginzishou snapped her ever-shifting eyes open, spreading her silver wings in the endless darkness she had taken as her home for thousands of years. Her eyes shifted color from green to blue, to red in a mere second's span. They were awake, yes, she could feel it.
Excited, the fist-sized dragon crowed happily, launching herself toward a glimmering orange light, feeling the tug of Venus' call.
Behind her, in the pulsing mass of evil her princess had helped seal away, two creatures of pure darkness tore free, one of feminine rotten evil, one of masculine sinister perfection.
They searched for a host, any host as Ginzishou faded away.
A sorrowful red beacon drove through the shadows and both beings smiled cruelly.
One sang of death and possession, one sang of victory and havoc.
They fell upon Mars.
Oh, geez, this was a WEAK chapter, especially the Buruma-attacks-Yamucha part. However, I noticed that Yamucha and Buruma never had a strong relationship, more like friends pretending to be more, and both became jealous of each other. According to the Bible (yes, I'm Christian), jealousy should not be part of true love. Also, during the Mirai no Trunks/Cell saga PRIOR to Trunks' birth, they were already showing signs of IMMENSE strain on their relationship.
As for the part with Ginzishou (the name of Usagi's jewel, by the way) as a dragon, I noted that there are seven Dragonballs for both Earth and Namek, and there were seven Rainbow Crystals for the Ginzishou. So, I created a dragon.
Next chapter will probably be the last, but an epilogue and teaser are also due. The Mars part plays a VERY major role and I hope I successfully deliver what I've been planning. Okay?
Ryan [my first Muse]: Ja mata until tomorrow night!
What are we going to do tomorrow night, Ryan?
Ryan: The same thing we do every night, Mongoose Palla. Write ourselves senseless and then rot our collective brains on the internet!
But, Ryan, wouldn't we need brains in the first place?
Ryan: Shut-up, Mongoose Palla, or I shall have to hurt you.
Cool!
Purple Mongoose/PallaPlease and Ryan-my-imaginary-Muse.
Ryan: 'Imaginary?!' I'm your first Muse! You created me at Girl Scout camp! Do you not remember?!
Shaddup! I'm trying to end this chapter!
Ryan: *holds bowling ball warningly*
You don't even help me!
Ryan: I know. I'm just an image and an object of abuse.
Duh.
Ryan: Which is why *I* have the bowling ball and *you* don't.
I'm confused…
[PS~ I love "Ai no Yume" so very much and I love it when people take their time to review! You guys rock!]
[PSS~ Yet again, I apologize for the horrible quality of this chapter. *sniffles and grabs the aLiEn tiGEr, Chibi-Kurt, Chibi-Spyke, and bowling ball, sobbing*
Ryan: …*whimper*
Aw, I love you, too! C'mere! *grabs Ryan and hugs the tiny Russian pixie, his red hair in disarray and black wings folded happily* I love my Muses! Do you love yours?]
DISCLAIMER:
The Sailor Senshi are © to Takeuchi Naoko-san, Kodansha, DiC, Cloverway, Toei Animation, Mixx Entertainment, etc.
The Dragonball characters are © to Toriyama Akira-san, Shogakun (?), FUNimation, Toei Animation, Viz Entertainment, etc.
"Ai no Yume" in its entirety, all situations and plot devices thus far, is © to myself, referred to on-line as PallaPlease or Purple Mongoose/PallaPlease. [Credit for idea for scene in 'Time Warped' is given duly to Kawaii Lil Dejiko.]