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Fate's Will
Chapter 6: Of Dreams and Wishes
"Gyo-kun?! Where are we going?" Usagi
asked for what seemed like the umpteenth time.
She had never ventured into this part of Tokyo
before, even though she was born and raised in
the city.
Silently, Gyokuren opened the door to his
sleek, black automobile to fetch her out. He
extended his hand gallantly to her, while
flashing another one of his shining, winsome
smiles to her. Now what girl could resist
*that* particular gesture?
Smiling meekly, Usagi placed her dainty
hand into his as he hoisted her up from the
front seat of the car. She had the very strong
urge to curtsey to him good-naturedly...
"Now will you tell me where we're going?"
She fumbled around for him as the car lights
were completely shut off. Finding his arm, she
settled there comfortably, letting him lead the
way. She could see nothing in the darkness and
there were no lights to illumine their way. She
put her conscience to rest with the knowledge
that she was with Gyokuren and that he would
never let any harm come to her. Besides, she
*was* Sailor Moon, wasn't she?
Gyokuren chuckled in response, however he
held his tongue. Usagi could be very stubborn
at times, although that was one of the traits
that he liked about her. Silently, he lead her
up a steep hill, hearing her pout into the
darkness.
After what seemed like eternity, Usagi
collapsed onto the ground, breathing heavily in
exhaustion. *This* hill was worse than the hill
leading to the observatory. How *does* Gyokuren
do it? She eyed his calm face disgustedly.
"You know, you could at least *pretend* to
hyperventilate." She poked at him with a slim
finger. However, he just led her to a spot on
the hill and promptly sat them both down.
Usagi gasped audibly, her eyes glowing as
if she were a child placed in a room full of
candy and toys. Gyokuren glanced at her,
watching her eyes light with an innocent joy.
Reflecting into Usagi's large, crystal eyes was
a city, Tokyo, alight and *alive*. Although her
surroundings were silent, save for the
occasional breeze that would sweep by them, she
could almost hear the sounds of the cars,
people, and animals. She had never seen her
home in this perspective before and she seemed
almost...awed by the magnificent view on the
hill.
Only when Gyokuren prodded her shoulder
did she awoke from her dreamlike gaze.
"Huh?" She mumbled softly, glancing at
him in question. Immediately, he raised his
hand and pointed upwards in quietly. Usagi
obediently gazed upwards.
Across the sky, from never-ending edge to
never-ending edge, the thick blanket of night
stretched endlessly into eternity. Stars
speckled upon the dark mantle, seeming so small
and insignificant as the other. However, they
all shone with their own individual radiance, as
if each frequency was much like their
distinctive signature. Gyokuren understood this
concept well.
Usagi sat there, dumbfounded. Many a
night, she sat by her open window, gazing out
into the clear night sky. However, most of the
time, her attention was drawn toward the glowing
moon. She never did take the time to really
admire the many stars about and their splendor.
"They're quite beautiful, ne, Usagi-chan?"
Gyokuren nudged. Usagi nodded absently, her
bright eyes traveling from star to star.
"It's like a mirror," she commented
softly. "...reflecting the city below."
Gyokuren nodded in agreement. "Usagi-
chan? You do that too."
"Huh?" She muttered, uncomprehending.
She cocked a thin eyebrow at her blond friend.
"Your eyes," he answered, unwavering.
"They're so full of life. Just like the city.
Almost as if, you reflect the city." He paused
and chuckled lightly. "You must think I'm
nuts..." he trailed off into the darkness,
running his fingers gruffly through his mop of
tawny hair.
"What a romantic notion," Usagi remarked,
ignoring the last phrase Gyokuren had just
muttered. "Never thought of it that way. Never
had a guy say *that* to me before. Quite
frankly, I'm kinda flattered. Arigato, Gyo-
kun," she thanked Gyokuren, who was gaping at
her blankly.
"You mean you've never had a guy say that
to you?" He was more or less shocked out of his
shoes.
"No," Usagi responded simply, twiddling
one of her ponytails. "Hey, it's not like I
don't want anyone to!" She exclaimed quickly,
shaking Gyokuren out of his stupor.
"Ah...so, you like someone, don't you?"
Gyokuren pointed out playfully. Usagi gasped,
undignified.
"Where did you get *that* idea from?" She
questioned, taken aback by Gyokuren's prompt
theory.
"Well, you did say that you wanted someone
to compliment on your beauty..."
"I did not!" She retorted hotly, glaring
at Gyokuren irritably. She could feel her
cheeks burning in a deep flush.
"All right then Usagi-chan, if you don't
want to admit it..."
"Gyo-kun!" She squealed, butting her
shoulder in a mini-tackle at him playfully.
In response, Gyokuren raised his hands up
in surrender. "Okay, okay, I give up!" He
declared, however, Usagi was still not
satisfied.
"Do you?" She inquired in a sly tone.
"Usagi-chan? What else do you want from
me?"
Usagi lifted a finger to her chin and
tapped thoughtfully. "Oh, I don't
know...although a hot chocolate from a certain
place seems very much in order..." She trailed
off, letting Gyokuren register in her subtle
request.
Gyokuren sighed, resigned. "All right,
all right, let's go to the café..."
Usagi gave him a charming little smile.
***
"So Usagi?"
"Yes?" Usagi replied between sips of her
hot chocolate. She loved the way the rich fluid
seemed to tickle her tastebuds. The liquid felt
like warm velvet in her mouth. She stared down
into the mug at the swirling liquid
contentedly.
"You remember the last time we came here?"
Usagi nodded fervently, as if remembering
the taste of that rich, moist cake she'd
ordered.
"You remember we were a
little...interrupted, by someone?"
Her eyes darkened momentarily before she
nodded hesitantly.
That's it, Gyokuren thought, take it
slowly. She won't get *too* flustered over it.
"Mamoru? Was it?" Gyokuren felt like he
was entering into unknown territory-private
territory. The type that bore a sign hanging on
a rusting gate that read, "NO TRESSPASSING".
Gulping, Gyokuren continued with his mild
interrogation.
"What about it?" Snapped Usagi
unexpectedly. She refused to meet his gray-blue
gaze. This was a topic she definitely did not
want to enter into. However, Gyokuren was
relentless and ventured into subject
nevertheless.
"Usagi-chan?" He began, hoping that the
soft approach was the way to go. "The topic is
bothering you, isn't it? I've never seen you so
upset the other day when we saw him."
"It's nothing," she responded, regaining
her normal composure. She giggled just for
extra measure, however, it came out as a nervous
laugh instead. "Just leave the topic, Gyo-kun."
Gyokuren shook his head firmly. "I know
that it's bothering you, and you're running away
from it."
Still, she drooped her head, reluctant to
meet his questioning gaze. Why couldn't he
leave this topic alone?
"Usagi-chan? Did he hurt you in a certain
way?" Prying wasn't one of Gyokuren's favorite
pastimes, however, he figured that if this topic
wasn't brought out into the open, Usagi's happy
demeanor would always have this dark shadow
looming above.
Usagi nodded silently.
"Did he insult you?"
A wry smile came to her pink lips as she
nodded wordlessly again.
"Did he steal something from you?"
"Not really," she replied.
"Not really…" Mused Gyokuren. "Did he
hurt you physically?"
"Not really," she repeated monotonously.
"Mentally? Emotionally?"
Nod.
What kind of person would try to
extinguish the sunshine in Usagi? Pondered
Gyokuren. A surge of protectiveness flooded his
awareness. He returned his gaze to the still-
drooping Usagi. He reached forward to grasp her
chin gently, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"What did he do to you, Usagi?" He
demanded in an almost silent voice. He would
not leave her without an answer.
"Gyokuren, please, it…" she hesitated,
eyes glistening. "…it, it still hurts. It's
taken me a while to put away the pain."
Moisture began to form in her beautiful cerulean
eyes, tears of pain. "Please, please, don't let
it resurface. I don't know if I can survive
another bout with it." She begged.
His heart broke to see her in this state,
the tears threatening to fall down her
porcelain-white cheeks. Her knuckles were an
icy-white, clutching the skirt she wore,
wrinkling the fabric.
"Let it out, Usagi-chan. It's never going
away unless you confront it," Gyokuren stated
firmly. He was too stubborn to let this topic
drop. He cared too much for Usagi to let her
carry the burden by herself. She paused,
uncertain, however, began when Gyokuren nodded
reassuringly.
"Mamoru…well, Mamoru, he—" she stammered,
not knowing how to begin.
"It's okay, Usagi-chan, I'm listening,"
Gyokuren smiled warmly in encouragement. "Speak
from the heart. It'll tell you exactly what to
say."
She nodded. He was correct. All this
time she was neglecting what her heart said.
The last time she listened within the depths of
her being, she was wounded. To this day, she
still cradled her injured heart.
"Mamoru and I get into a lot of fights.
Although, his insults do get to me, it just
wouldn't be the same without those daily bouts
that we have every morning. You understand what
I mean?"
It was Gyokuren's turn to nod silently.
He nudged her to continue on.
"It's almost like, I put a part of me into
those fights." She smiled softly, recalling the
last time she fought with him. The random
shouting of 'baka!' and 'odango atama' could be
heard by every passerby. "Not that I would
prefer the fights," she amended. "I guess…"
She took a glimpse of the glittering stars
through the clear glass window of the café
before continuing. "I guess it was a way to be
around him. He's mysterious, cryptic most of
the time. Won't tell anything about himself to
anyone. However, for some odd reason, being
around him almost feels…" She searched for the
proper word in her vocabulary to fit the
description. "secure," she said with a tone of
finality. Gyokuren was right, letting her
feelings out was a good idea after all.
"So what happened?" Gyokuren asked
curiously. Prodding deeper into the delicate
subject.
"One day, I dropped by into the arcade to
say hello to Motoki—the owner—and get my daily
dosage of chocolate milkshake." The word
'chocolate' registered into her senses and she
suddenly had the urge to find some. However,
this conversation, as much as she didn't want to
admit it, was far more important than satisfying
her sweet tooth.
"I saw, I saw…" She stuttered, recalling
the events from that fateful day. A very vivid
picture was being painted in her head. Her
throat felt tight and dry as she took a sizable
gulp from her mug. She managed to put down the
ceramic mug with shaking hands. She grasped her
skirt again to quell the anxiety and pain.
"What did you see, Usagi-chan?"
Gyokuren's gaze bore into hers once more.
"I saw him and, and…HER!"
"Her? Who was she?"
"I, I don't know!" she uttered
apprehensively. "I haven't the slightest clue!
But they sat down and they, they—"
"What did they do Usagi-chan?"
Teardrops spilled down her cheeks as she
replied in a tear-choked voice,
"THEY KISSED!"
Some of the other customers turned around
to see the commotion coming from the front of
the café. Gyokuren raised his hand in apology
as they shrugged and returned to their own
rendezvous'.
"Gomen—Gomen ne!" Usagi apologized as she
accepted a tissue from Gyokuren.
"It's okay Usagi-chan," he soothed,
watching her wipe up the heavy tears. "And
their kissing bothered you?"
Moment of truth.
"Yes," came the soft reply. "Yes! It
did!" Her voice increased several decibels.
"I see…" Gyokuren nodded to the waitress
for the check as he contemplated what Usagi had
just told him. "Don't worry, Usagi-chan," he
reassured, patting her gently on the shoulder.
Her frame still shook with her crying. "I'll be
here for you. I won't let you carry the burden
yourself."
"Gyokuren?" She looked up from the
already-crumpled tissue as he handed her
another.
"Hm?" He questioned.
"Arigato."
***
Elsewhere, in the mysterious murky voids,
a woman twirled a red tendril between
her claws thoughtfully.
She paused, her eyes gleamed in
determination.
"Noi, Shin, Tenki, COME FORTH!" She
roared. Immediately, three shadows came forth,
all bearing a polished stone in various places.
The shadow known as 'Noi' came forward, a bright
amethyst stone embedded in her lower arm.
"Yes, my lady?" She bowed respectfully.
"What do you need from us?"
"I want you to gather more energy."
"Where my lady?" The female shadow
queried.
"A place called…Takumashii University."
"It'd be logical, since it would be the
next most populated place," agreed the female
shadow.
"If you encounter the Sailor Senshi,
destroy them," their superior commanded in a
deadly voice.
"The Senshi?" Another shadow gasped. "I
didn't think they existed in this time." He
mused.
"It's a simple enough task! What's to
question?!" The woman shrieked, voice echoing
into the empty void. "You know what will come
to you if you fail."
The third shadow, stepped forward, nodding
gravely. "Yes my lady," he muttered quietly.
He knew better than to question *her* orders.
Idiot brother, he muttered under his breath, all
brawn and no brains… He thought resignedly.
The three stood before their superior and
bowed before retreating back into the darkness.
"Three shadows…" brooded the woman, who
was once again, left in the void. "They will do
the job for me." An evil smile crept up on her
sharp features, full of malicious intent.
She finally rose into the air and
disappeared in a flourish of green light.
***
Done! Finally! After…erm…three weeks?
EEP! *dodges tomato* okay, okay, so I was a
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Don't waste food! *barely dodges flying anime
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Dreams to come out next week—well, either that
or this… Unless I completely forget to write
something…
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swift kicks in the shins for continuing my
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*nami-chan*) for the constant prodding for the
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Fate's Will
Chapter 6: Of Dreams and Wishes
"Gyo-kun?! Where are we going?" Usagi
asked for what seemed like the umpteenth time.
She had never ventured into this part of Tokyo
before, even though she was born and raised in
the city.
Silently, Gyokuren opened the door to his
sleek, black automobile to fetch her out. He
extended his hand gallantly to her, while
flashing another one of his shining, winsome
smiles to her. Now what girl could resist
*that* particular gesture?
Smiling meekly, Usagi placed her dainty
hand into his as he hoisted her up from the
front seat of the car. She had the very strong
urge to curtsey to him good-naturedly...
"Now will you tell me where we're going?"
She fumbled around for him as the car lights
were completely shut off. Finding his arm, she
settled there comfortably, letting him lead the
way. She could see nothing in the darkness and
there were no lights to illumine their way. She
put her conscience to rest with the knowledge
that she was with Gyokuren and that he would
never let any harm come to her. Besides, she
*was* Sailor Moon, wasn't she?
Gyokuren chuckled in response, however he
held his tongue. Usagi could be very stubborn
at times, although that was one of the traits
that he liked about her. Silently, he lead her
up a steep hill, hearing her pout into the
darkness.
After what seemed like eternity, Usagi
collapsed onto the ground, breathing heavily in
exhaustion. *This* hill was worse than the hill
leading to the observatory. How *does* Gyokuren
do it? She eyed his calm face disgustedly.
"You know, you could at least *pretend* to
hyperventilate." She poked at him with a slim
finger. However, he just led her to a spot on
the hill and promptly sat them both down.
Usagi gasped audibly, her eyes glowing as
if she were a child placed in a room full of
candy and toys. Gyokuren glanced at her,
watching her eyes light with an innocent joy.
Reflecting into Usagi's large, crystal eyes was
a city, Tokyo, alight and *alive*. Although her
surroundings were silent, save for the
occasional breeze that would sweep by them, she
could almost hear the sounds of the cars,
people, and animals. She had never seen her
home in this perspective before and she seemed
almost...awed by the magnificent view on the
hill.
Only when Gyokuren prodded her shoulder
did she awoke from her dreamlike gaze.
"Huh?" She mumbled softly, glancing at
him in question. Immediately, he raised his
hand and pointed upwards in quietly. Usagi
obediently gazed upwards.
Across the sky, from never-ending edge to
never-ending edge, the thick blanket of night
stretched endlessly into eternity. Stars
speckled upon the dark mantle, seeming so small
and insignificant as the other. However, they
all shone with their own individual radiance, as
if each frequency was much like their
distinctive signature. Gyokuren understood this
concept well.
Usagi sat there, dumbfounded. Many a
night, she sat by her open window, gazing out
into the clear night sky. However, most of the
time, her attention was drawn toward the glowing
moon. She never did take the time to really
admire the many stars about and their splendor.
"They're quite beautiful, ne, Usagi-chan?"
Gyokuren nudged. Usagi nodded absently, her
bright eyes traveling from star to star.
"It's like a mirror," she commented
softly. "...reflecting the city below."
Gyokuren nodded in agreement. "Usagi-
chan? You do that too."
"Huh?" She muttered, uncomprehending.
She cocked a thin eyebrow at her blond friend.
"Your eyes," he answered, unwavering.
"They're so full of life. Just like the city.
Almost as if, you reflect the city." He paused
and chuckled lightly. "You must think I'm
nuts..." he trailed off into the darkness,
running his fingers gruffly through his mop of
tawny hair.
"What a romantic notion," Usagi remarked,
ignoring the last phrase Gyokuren had just
muttered. "Never thought of it that way. Never
had a guy say *that* to me before. Quite
frankly, I'm kinda flattered. Arigato, Gyo-
kun," she thanked Gyokuren, who was gaping at
her blankly.
"You mean you've never had a guy say that
to you?" He was more or less shocked out of his
shoes.
"No," Usagi responded simply, twiddling
one of her ponytails. "Hey, it's not like I
don't want anyone to!" She exclaimed quickly,
shaking Gyokuren out of his stupor.
"Ah...so, you like someone, don't you?"
Gyokuren pointed out playfully. Usagi gasped,
undignified.
"Where did you get *that* idea from?" She
questioned, taken aback by Gyokuren's prompt
theory.
"Well, you did say that you wanted someone
to compliment on your beauty..."
"I did not!" She retorted hotly, glaring
at Gyokuren irritably. She could feel her
cheeks burning in a deep flush.
"All right then Usagi-chan, if you don't
want to admit it..."
"Gyo-kun!" She squealed, butting her
shoulder in a mini-tackle at him playfully.
In response, Gyokuren raised his hands up
in surrender. "Okay, okay, I give up!" He
declared, however, Usagi was still not
satisfied.
"Do you?" She inquired in a sly tone.
"Usagi-chan? What else do you want from
me?"
Usagi lifted a finger to her chin and
tapped thoughtfully. "Oh, I don't
know...although a hot chocolate from a certain
place seems very much in order..." She trailed
off, letting Gyokuren register in her subtle
request.
Gyokuren sighed, resigned. "All right,
all right, let's go to the café..."
Usagi gave him a charming little smile.
***
"So Usagi?"
"Yes?" Usagi replied between sips of her
hot chocolate. She loved the way the rich fluid
seemed to tickle her tastebuds. The liquid felt
like warm velvet in her mouth. She stared down
into the mug at the swirling liquid
contentedly.
"You remember the last time we came here?"
Usagi nodded fervently, as if remembering
the taste of that rich, moist cake she'd
ordered.
"You remember we were a
little...interrupted, by someone?"
Her eyes darkened momentarily before she
nodded hesitantly.
That's it, Gyokuren thought, take it
slowly. She won't get *too* flustered over it.
"Mamoru? Was it?" Gyokuren felt like he
was entering into unknown territory-private
territory. The type that bore a sign hanging on
a rusting gate that read, "NO TRESSPASSING".
Gulping, Gyokuren continued with his mild
interrogation.
"What about it?" Snapped Usagi
unexpectedly. She refused to meet his gray-blue
gaze. This was a topic she definitely did not
want to enter into. However, Gyokuren was
relentless and ventured into subject
nevertheless.
"Usagi-chan?" He began, hoping that the
soft approach was the way to go. "The topic is
bothering you, isn't it? I've never seen you so
upset the other day when we saw him."
"It's nothing," she responded, regaining
her normal composure. She giggled just for
extra measure, however, it came out as a nervous
laugh instead. "Just leave the topic, Gyo-kun."
Gyokuren shook his head firmly. "I know
that it's bothering you, and you're running away
from it."
Still, she drooped her head, reluctant to
meet his questioning gaze. Why couldn't he
leave this topic alone?
"Usagi-chan? Did he hurt you in a certain
way?" Prying wasn't one of Gyokuren's favorite
pastimes, however, he figured that if this topic
wasn't brought out into the open, Usagi's happy
demeanor would always have this dark shadow
looming above.
Usagi nodded silently.
"Did he insult you?"
A wry smile came to her pink lips as she
nodded wordlessly again.
"Did he steal something from you?"
"Not really," she replied.
"Not really…" Mused Gyokuren. "Did he
hurt you physically?"
"Not really," she repeated monotonously.
"Mentally? Emotionally?"
Nod.
What kind of person would try to
extinguish the sunshine in Usagi? Pondered
Gyokuren. A surge of protectiveness flooded his
awareness. He returned his gaze to the still-
drooping Usagi. He reached forward to grasp her
chin gently, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"What did he do to you, Usagi?" He
demanded in an almost silent voice. He would
not leave her without an answer.
"Gyokuren, please, it…" she hesitated,
eyes glistening. "…it, it still hurts. It's
taken me a while to put away the pain."
Moisture began to form in her beautiful cerulean
eyes, tears of pain. "Please, please, don't let
it resurface. I don't know if I can survive
another bout with it." She begged.
His heart broke to see her in this state,
the tears threatening to fall down her
porcelain-white cheeks. Her knuckles were an
icy-white, clutching the skirt she wore,
wrinkling the fabric.
"Let it out, Usagi-chan. It's never going
away unless you confront it," Gyokuren stated
firmly. He was too stubborn to let this topic
drop. He cared too much for Usagi to let her
carry the burden by herself. She paused,
uncertain, however, began when Gyokuren nodded
reassuringly.
"Mamoru…well, Mamoru, he—" she stammered,
not knowing how to begin.
"It's okay, Usagi-chan, I'm listening,"
Gyokuren smiled warmly in encouragement. "Speak
from the heart. It'll tell you exactly what to
say."
She nodded. He was correct. All this
time she was neglecting what her heart said.
The last time she listened within the depths of
her being, she was wounded. To this day, she
still cradled her injured heart.
"Mamoru and I get into a lot of fights.
Although, his insults do get to me, it just
wouldn't be the same without those daily bouts
that we have every morning. You understand what
I mean?"
It was Gyokuren's turn to nod silently.
He nudged her to continue on.
"It's almost like, I put a part of me into
those fights." She smiled softly, recalling the
last time she fought with him. The random
shouting of 'baka!' and 'odango atama' could be
heard by every passerby. "Not that I would
prefer the fights," she amended. "I guess…"
She took a glimpse of the glittering stars
through the clear glass window of the café
before continuing. "I guess it was a way to be
around him. He's mysterious, cryptic most of
the time. Won't tell anything about himself to
anyone. However, for some odd reason, being
around him almost feels…" She searched for the
proper word in her vocabulary to fit the
description. "secure," she said with a tone of
finality. Gyokuren was right, letting her
feelings out was a good idea after all.
"So what happened?" Gyokuren asked
curiously. Prodding deeper into the delicate
subject.
"One day, I dropped by into the arcade to
say hello to Motoki—the owner—and get my daily
dosage of chocolate milkshake." The word
'chocolate' registered into her senses and she
suddenly had the urge to find some. However,
this conversation, as much as she didn't want to
admit it, was far more important than satisfying
her sweet tooth.
"I saw, I saw…" She stuttered, recalling
the events from that fateful day. A very vivid
picture was being painted in her head. Her
throat felt tight and dry as she took a sizable
gulp from her mug. She managed to put down the
ceramic mug with shaking hands. She grasped her
skirt again to quell the anxiety and pain.
"What did you see, Usagi-chan?"
Gyokuren's gaze bore into hers once more.
"I saw him and, and…HER!"
"Her? Who was she?"
"I, I don't know!" she uttered
apprehensively. "I haven't the slightest clue!
But they sat down and they, they—"
"What did they do Usagi-chan?"
Teardrops spilled down her cheeks as she
replied in a tear-choked voice,
"THEY KISSED!"
Some of the other customers turned around
to see the commotion coming from the front of
the café. Gyokuren raised his hand in apology
as they shrugged and returned to their own
rendezvous'.
"Gomen—Gomen ne!" Usagi apologized as she
accepted a tissue from Gyokuren.
"It's okay Usagi-chan," he soothed,
watching her wipe up the heavy tears. "And
their kissing bothered you?"
Moment of truth.
"Yes," came the soft reply. "Yes! It
did!" Her voice increased several decibels.
"I see…" Gyokuren nodded to the waitress
for the check as he contemplated what Usagi had
just told him. "Don't worry, Usagi-chan," he
reassured, patting her gently on the shoulder.
Her frame still shook with her crying. "I'll be
here for you. I won't let you carry the burden
yourself."
"Gyokuren?" She looked up from the
already-crumpled tissue as he handed her
another.
"Hm?" He questioned.
"Arigato."
***
Elsewhere, in the mysterious murky voids,
a woman twirled a red tendril between
her claws thoughtfully.
She paused, her eyes gleamed in
determination.
"Noi, Shin, Tenki, COME FORTH!" She
roared. Immediately, three shadows came forth,
all bearing a polished stone in various places.
The shadow known as 'Noi' came forward, a bright
amethyst stone embedded in her lower arm.
"Yes, my lady?" She bowed respectfully.
"What do you need from us?"
"I want you to gather more energy."
"Where my lady?" The female shadow
queried.
"A place called…Takumashii University."
"It'd be logical, since it would be the
next most populated place," agreed the female
shadow.
"If you encounter the Sailor Senshi,
destroy them," their superior commanded in a
deadly voice.
"The Senshi?" Another shadow gasped. "I
didn't think they existed in this time." He
mused.
"It's a simple enough task! What's to
question?!" The woman shrieked, voice echoing
into the empty void. "You know what will come
to you if you fail."
The third shadow, stepped forward, nodding
gravely. "Yes my lady," he muttered quietly.
He knew better than to question *her* orders.
Idiot brother, he muttered under his breath, all
brawn and no brains… He thought resignedly.
The three stood before their superior and
bowed before retreating back into the darkness.
"Three shadows…" brooded the woman, who
was once again, left in the void. "They will do
the job for me." An evil smile crept up on her
sharp features, full of malicious intent.
She finally rose into the air and
disappeared in a flourish of green light.
***
Done! Finally! After…erm…three weeks?
EEP! *dodges tomato* okay, okay, so I was a
little late…EEP! *dodges another tomato* Hey!
Don't waste food! *barely dodges flying anime
mallet* AHHH!!! Who's throwing those anyway?
*crickets chirp*
*mizu sweatdrops*
I'm hoping for the next chapter to Edge of
Dreams to come out next week—well, either that
or this… Unless I completely forget to write
something…
Anyway, to ea-san, Antigone-san, Aimee, Angela,
Mal, Lady, ruka-chan, kawaiiluv, scutter, patch,
megs, alina-san, fushigi kismet, and anyone else
I've forgotten—gomen ne! *bows in apology*,
arigato minna-san, for the encouragement and
swift kicks in the shins for continuing my
writing! Arigato!!!
And as always, namida (or as I like to put it,
*nami-chan*) for the constant prodding for the
next chapter and the encouragement. (Otherwise,
this'd never be out…) ;)
Also, (a little promotion for Angela and Aimee
here…) on Saturdays and Sundays, 7 CST, Angela
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Ja!
-mizu