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Hey everyone! Was waiting to hear from my
editor, but I know this is a busy time of
year...and I wanted some reaction on where I'm
going with this. So I'm posting what I have
completed to date. If the feedback you want to
send is longer than a couple of lines, please
email at cemberl@yahoo.com. Thanks so much for
reading. And, as always, I don't own Sailor
Moon or it's related characters, but Irony, Satire,
and the Green are mine. Please ask before you
use them.
~December
Chapter 1: History, Herstory, and the ability
to throw a knife
13 years ago
Three people walked the streets of Toyko. It
was obvious that none of them were Japanese.
They did look a little dangerous to the other people
around...but if you really knew them and their
activities, you'd probably call them saviours.
"So, why are we making an orphanage run again?"
asked the man on the right. He was of mixed
parentage. Half Japanese, half Hispanic-American.
His military father probably didn't know of his
existence and his mother didn't want him...so he
learned to survive on the streets while somehow
keeping his heart. When he stumbled onto this
association, for the first time he felt like he
had family. Family he was pretty protective of.
"Because 'Fearless Leader' here still feels the
need to look after children. Besides it's her
good deed of the day." said the woman on the
far left. Her life was destroyed in a fire a few
years ago. With no family left and no where to
go, she wandered the streets for a few days. Then
she found the association. Besides saving her
life, it made her feel like she still had a purpose.
"Funny, Satire. Anyway, we all have felt the pain
of being an outsider. It's a horrible feeling
for anyone. It's even worse when it happens to
children. I think we of all people should try
and make their days brighter." clarified the
woman in the middle. Hers was the saddest story
of the three, in part because it never should have
happened. She was abroad, working on an amazing
research project before she started grad school.
But then US-Japan relations went really sour...
and her country refused to let her come home. For
some reason, unknown to her, she was barred from
the US embassy. Her country denied her existence.
And what could she do to fight back? She was alone,
in a foreign country, unable to speak the language,
and not welcome by the natives either. How she
managed to pull herself together still surprised
her.
As they rounded the corner near the Rose orphanage,
they stopped. In front of the orphanage were seven
men...and a poor, dark hair boy who they were beating
up.
"Whoa, someone is getting the beat down."
"Or beat in. Either way, those guys from the Ah-coo
gang are really tough."
The women in the middle sighed. "I agree. Either
Ah-coo has decided that the boy has potential and
they are beating him into they 'little group' or
they have decided he is a threat and they are going
to kill him." The woman winced as the young
boy was hit in the stomach again. "Well, I've made
a decision too."
The women in the middle pulled out a knife that seemed
to appear out of nowhere and threw it toward the fight.
As plan it stratched one of the assailants and pinned the
another's leather jacket (and therefore his arm) to the nearly tree.
The men looked at the knife and then looked in the direction it
came from. "Well, well, well. Lookie here boys, it's
the The Green. And look,the head bitch herself is here."
The speaker's eyesnarrowed. "If you'll excuse us, we're busy."
"I won't excuse you." the knife thrower replied. "Let
him go; he's under our protection."
The gang laughed. Finally the leader said, "Cut the bullshit,
Irony. We all know who your 'kids' are. You can't adopt
another that fast. He's not wearing colors. He can't be
that important to you."
Always a fast thinker on her feet and determine to save the
boy, she said, "Oh, he can't?" She walked up to the group,
pushed the leader and others out of the way and turned to face
the boy. Hoping both that he was okay and that he was smart, she
said, "So, you turn a girl's head, disappear, and then worry
me. What am I going to do with you? Loving you will be
the death of me, yet." In saying this, she pulled the boy to
her and gave him a very indecent French kiss. The boy seemed
to get the idea and played along.
After breaking off the kiss, Irony turned to the other
men around. "I think my lover can be very important to me."
The group leader objected, "You expect me to believe this,
Irony. The boy is 13. You are 21. That's against the law!"
Irony shrugged. "He's sexy as hell. What can I say? Besides,
when, since you've known me, have I ever cared about the law?"
The other men mumbled among themselves that at least that was
true. Irony had a reputation for ignoring the law on a regular
basis.
The leader of the small group of males looked frustrated. Then
after a pause he said, "Fine. You win. You're corrupting
children. I believe it. We'll leave him alone...but get the
prick in colors, dammit. People need to be able to identify
him."
The members of Ah-coo left the area. After they were sure the
men were gone, the three members of The Green turned to the
young teen they saved. Irony produced an ugly green armband
and put it on the boy. "Here, wear this at all times. It'll
keep you out of trouble. Have a nice day."
Irony and her friends turned to leave. The teen stopped them with
"Wait! I want to go with you." But he said it quickly and in
Japanese.
Irony turned to the woman beside her. "Satire, translate." After
Satire related what had been said, Irony replied with "But you'll
be missed. And we aren't extactly the safest people to run off with."
"I don't care." asserted the teen. "I not wanted here; they won't
even notice I'm gone as long as I make it to school occasionally.
I'll play any part you want. I want to go with you." The teen
paused. "Besides, I want to knife throw like that."
Satire smirked. "What is it about violence and cars for guys?"
The young women looked at her leader and best friend. "He's insisting.
Well, Irony, what to we do?"
Irony looked deep in thought, like she was wrestling with something.
Then she said, "What do we do? We buy him a leather jacket, make
sure he still goes to school, teach him English...and name him
into The Green." Irony looked at the teen. "What is your name?"
After hearing the question (translated of course), the boy
looked haunted. He replied,"I am told that I am called
Chiba Mamoru."
"Well, Mamoru. You're definitely reckless, I'll give you that. You'd
have to be reckless and daring to want to join us..." Irony trailed
off. "Come on, before I change my mind about this."
****
The Present.
"Hi, Dare."
"Irony?"
The woman standing outside the door laughed. "Well, hell. He
does still remember me. I'm touched."
Chiba Mamoru smiled at the statement. Then he frowned. "Irony,
what is going on? Have you seen the news?"
"Seen the news? No. Know we are in some huge shit? Hell yeah."
The adult woman looked at the young man in front of her. "What
is it about adversity that brings us together?"
"Adversity brought you here? Where is she? She's not still out
there-"
"Running around in plan view of the cops? No. We found a safe
place for Adversity to hide at the beginning of this. She's
seven months pregnant. We felt that her getting beat by police
would probably not be good for the baby. What I meant was, what
is it about bad crap that brings the two of us together?"
Mamoru just shook his head at Irony's clarification, much of him
too in shock to do much of anything else.
Irony gave a slightly nervous glance down the hall. "Um, Dare,
ya may want to ask me to come in. Somehow I don't think a woman
dressed like me lounging outside of your door is good for your
image."
And with that, Mamoru Chiba let the past back into his life and
and closed the door.
- to be continued -
Hey everyone! Was waiting to hear from my
editor, but I know this is a busy time of
year...and I wanted some reaction on where I'm
going with this. So I'm posting what I have
completed to date. If the feedback you want to
send is longer than a couple of lines, please
email at cemberl@yahoo.com. Thanks so much for
reading. And, as always, I don't own Sailor
Moon or it's related characters, but Irony, Satire,
and the Green are mine. Please ask before you
use them.
~December
Chapter 1: History, Herstory, and the ability
to throw a knife
13 years ago
Three people walked the streets of Toyko. It
was obvious that none of them were Japanese.
They did look a little dangerous to the other people
around...but if you really knew them and their
activities, you'd probably call them saviours.
"So, why are we making an orphanage run again?"
asked the man on the right. He was of mixed
parentage. Half Japanese, half Hispanic-American.
His military father probably didn't know of his
existence and his mother didn't want him...so he
learned to survive on the streets while somehow
keeping his heart. When he stumbled onto this
association, for the first time he felt like he
had family. Family he was pretty protective of.
"Because 'Fearless Leader' here still feels the
need to look after children. Besides it's her
good deed of the day." said the woman on the
far left. Her life was destroyed in a fire a few
years ago. With no family left and no where to
go, she wandered the streets for a few days. Then
she found the association. Besides saving her
life, it made her feel like she still had a purpose.
"Funny, Satire. Anyway, we all have felt the pain
of being an outsider. It's a horrible feeling
for anyone. It's even worse when it happens to
children. I think we of all people should try
and make their days brighter." clarified the
woman in the middle. Hers was the saddest story
of the three, in part because it never should have
happened. She was abroad, working on an amazing
research project before she started grad school.
But then US-Japan relations went really sour...
and her country refused to let her come home. For
some reason, unknown to her, she was barred from
the US embassy. Her country denied her existence.
And what could she do to fight back? She was alone,
in a foreign country, unable to speak the language,
and not welcome by the natives either. How she
managed to pull herself together still surprised
her.
As they rounded the corner near the Rose orphanage,
they stopped. In front of the orphanage were seven
men...and a poor, dark hair boy who they were beating
up.
"Whoa, someone is getting the beat down."
"Or beat in. Either way, those guys from the Ah-coo
gang are really tough."
The women in the middle sighed. "I agree. Either
Ah-coo has decided that the boy has potential and
they are beating him into they 'little group' or
they have decided he is a threat and they are going
to kill him." The woman winced as the young
boy was hit in the stomach again. "Well, I've made
a decision too."
The women in the middle pulled out a knife that seemed
to appear out of nowhere and threw it toward the fight.
As plan it stratched one of the assailants and pinned the
another's leather jacket (and therefore his arm) to the nearly tree.
The men looked at the knife and then looked in the direction it
came from. "Well, well, well. Lookie here boys, it's
the The Green. And look,the head bitch herself is here."
The speaker's eyesnarrowed. "If you'll excuse us, we're busy."
"I won't excuse you." the knife thrower replied. "Let
him go; he's under our protection."
The gang laughed. Finally the leader said, "Cut the bullshit,
Irony. We all know who your 'kids' are. You can't adopt
another that fast. He's not wearing colors. He can't be
that important to you."
Always a fast thinker on her feet and determine to save the
boy, she said, "Oh, he can't?" She walked up to the group,
pushed the leader and others out of the way and turned to face
the boy. Hoping both that he was okay and that he was smart, she
said, "So, you turn a girl's head, disappear, and then worry
me. What am I going to do with you? Loving you will be
the death of me, yet." In saying this, she pulled the boy to
her and gave him a very indecent French kiss. The boy seemed
to get the idea and played along.
After breaking off the kiss, Irony turned to the other
men around. "I think my lover can be very important to me."
The group leader objected, "You expect me to believe this,
Irony. The boy is 13. You are 21. That's against the law!"
Irony shrugged. "He's sexy as hell. What can I say? Besides,
when, since you've known me, have I ever cared about the law?"
The other men mumbled among themselves that at least that was
true. Irony had a reputation for ignoring the law on a regular
basis.
The leader of the small group of males looked frustrated. Then
after a pause he said, "Fine. You win. You're corrupting
children. I believe it. We'll leave him alone...but get the
prick in colors, dammit. People need to be able to identify
him."
The members of Ah-coo left the area. After they were sure the
men were gone, the three members of The Green turned to the
young teen they saved. Irony produced an ugly green armband
and put it on the boy. "Here, wear this at all times. It'll
keep you out of trouble. Have a nice day."
Irony and her friends turned to leave. The teen stopped them with
"Wait! I want to go with you." But he said it quickly and in
Japanese.
Irony turned to the woman beside her. "Satire, translate." After
Satire related what had been said, Irony replied with "But you'll
be missed. And we aren't extactly the safest people to run off with."
"I don't care." asserted the teen. "I not wanted here; they won't
even notice I'm gone as long as I make it to school occasionally.
I'll play any part you want. I want to go with you." The teen
paused. "Besides, I want to knife throw like that."
Satire smirked. "What is it about violence and cars for guys?"
The young women looked at her leader and best friend. "He's insisting.
Well, Irony, what to we do?"
Irony looked deep in thought, like she was wrestling with something.
Then she said, "What do we do? We buy him a leather jacket, make
sure he still goes to school, teach him English...and name him
into The Green." Irony looked at the teen. "What is your name?"
After hearing the question (translated of course), the boy
looked haunted. He replied,"I am told that I am called
Chiba Mamoru."
"Well, Mamoru. You're definitely reckless, I'll give you that. You'd
have to be reckless and daring to want to join us..." Irony trailed
off. "Come on, before I change my mind about this."
****
The Present.
"Hi, Dare."
"Irony?"
The woman standing outside the door laughed. "Well, hell. He
does still remember me. I'm touched."
Chiba Mamoru smiled at the statement. Then he frowned. "Irony,
what is going on? Have you seen the news?"
"Seen the news? No. Know we are in some huge shit? Hell yeah."
The adult woman looked at the young man in front of her. "What
is it about adversity that brings us together?"
"Adversity brought you here? Where is she? She's not still out
there-"
"Running around in plan view of the cops? No. We found a safe
place for Adversity to hide at the beginning of this. She's
seven months pregnant. We felt that her getting beat by police
would probably not be good for the baby. What I meant was, what
is it about bad crap that brings the two of us together?"
Mamoru just shook his head at Irony's clarification, much of him
too in shock to do much of anything else.
Irony gave a slightly nervous glance down the hall. "Um, Dare,
ya may want to ask me to come in. Somehow I don't think a woman
dressed like me lounging outside of your door is good for your
image."
And with that, Mamoru Chiba let the past back into his life and
and closed the door.
- to be continued -
