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"Obaasan, what does my dream mean?" the young man asked the old
Japanese lady who was making him his lunch.
"I don't know Tony-chan," she lied. She dreaded this time of year,
but it was better for him to learn this lession himself than to tell
him, she thought.
Smiling at him, she smiled handed him a small paper bag. "Don't
worry about it. You're going to be late for school."
"Yes, Obaasan," he grumbled, rolling his purple eyes.
With a laugh, she removed a piece of lint from his beat up T-shirt.
"Remember to come straight home after school. I need you to work in
the shop a bit while I check some inventory."

TMTK Chapter Two:
Marsknight Dream

Hermes calmly walked up to the white-haired leader of the
Olympians. "Sir, I think I've found a knight." He looked over
some notes he took and sighed a little. "Sir, it seems as if this
"knight" is some sort of an athlete."
Pushing Hermes out of the way and removing his Redwings cap, a
tall, dark haired, muscular man spoke. "Athletics, sir," he said in a
deep, almost butch like, voice, dangling the hat above Hermes' head,
"are just a legalized form of war. Every person has their "chosen
warriors", and their moods rise and fall with the exploits of their
band of warriors."
Meanwhile, Hermes jumped up and down, trying to retrieve his lucky
hat from the bully-like Olympian.
"Oh," Zeus said, turning towards him. He scanned the overly musuclar
man with his blue green eyes. "Does this mean you're taking this mission,
Ares?"
"Yes, I am," Ares replied, throwing the hat (and Hermes) across the
room.

"Nice job, Misa." Joe looked at the test she handed him, shaking
his head in disbelief. "You almost passed this one. Maybe next time,
you can get ABOVE a sixty?"
Misae shrugged good naturedly.. "Hey, at least I tried."
"You need a break from studying," Joe said, nervously looking at
the ground. "I know of this coffee shop over off Main called "The
Imperial Garden". They got really good hot chocolate there, I hear.
Do you want to stop?"
Misae shook her head and smiled shyly. She had heard that the
young man had a crush on her, but blew it off to the fact that he told
her that he didn't have many friends. "I guess so...it's either that
or eat Mike's leftover spaghetti."
So they walked to the small coffee shop. It was small, but it was
brightly lit, with plants and flowers all over, along with a lot
of Japanese memorabilia. There were various small white tables dotted
around the floor. Some were situated near a book shelf. Some were by
a door leading to another part of the store. And some were by a small
counter where there was coffee making equipment. Sitting at one of the
white tables by the cappuccino equipment was a half way decent looking
guy about Misae's age with spiked brown hair with reddish tips. He was
shuffing what looked to be an oversized deck of cards and talking to a
girl about Misae's age.
"Who's he?" Misae asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I think he's the owner's grandson," Joe said. "From what I hear,
he's a really good tarot reader."
"Yah...great," Misae said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "It's a
coffee shop for Satanists."
"Actually," the guy said, looking up from his reading and scanning
Misae with his dark purple eyes, "They have nothing to do with the dark
side or the occult. That's just what's seen in movies. They are
actually tools to self discovery."
"What Hallmark card did you get that from?" she mumbled.
The girl he was giving the reading to left. He offered Misae a
seat. "Why don't you have one? My treat."
Misae looked at Joe skeptically. He nudged her to the chair, and
she reluctantly sat down.
"Shuffle the cards until you feel comfortable," he said.
*He really doesn't want me to give these back to him, does he?* she
thought.
After shuffling the cards a few times, she handed them back to the
guy. He laid down one card.
"From what it seems, you're very powerful." He pointed to the
card. "This is the Magician card. This card represents being energetic,
having the ability to do sort of miraculous things, and being able to
protect yourself. Also, you are not afraid to act and are not afraid
of the consequences."
Misae laughed. "Lucky guess."
He tilted his head a little, squinting his dark purple eyes. "From
what I can see of your aura, it's a brilliant yellow gold color, and
it's like you have all sorts of energy waves coming from you. You're a
little hell raiser, aren't you?"
*Wait a minute...yellow gold's one of my fuku colors...and I
control wave energy...what the hell is going on here?*
He laid down another card. "This one's the Sun. From what I can
tell from it, it signifies you're a Leo. The Magician card would back
that up, too."
Another card. "This is the Empress. It seems, from what I can
tell, you were a princess or queen in a former life, and..."
"This is too fucking weird." Misae stood up. She grabbed a butter
knife from a nearby table and pointed it at the kid's throat. "Who are
you, and who the fuck are you working for?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" he asked, looking at her in
fear and confusion.
"Oh, you know alright...you KNOW." Misae's emerald green eyes
flamed with anger.
"Misa..." Joe said, trying to rip her away from the fortune telling
teenager.
"Leave me alone, you fucknuts!" Fire shot from her emerald green
eyes as she pushed him away easily. "This guy's gonna kill me!" She
turned back around and pointed the dull butter knife at the young man's
heart.
"What's a fucknuts?" Joe said to himself.
An older lady slowly crawled into the room. "Tony-chan, what is
going on?"
There was a quick reshuffling of stuff so nothing looked out of the
ordinary. "Uh, nothing Obaasan," Tony replied. "I, uh, was just
getting ready to go to practice! Yeah, that's it! Bye obaasan!"
The young man with the red tipped hair ran to a room in the back of
the store, grabbed a dark red and purple equipment bag, and ran out of
the shop.
The old lady looked at Misae and Joe and smiled. "I sorry if
Tony-chan scared you, Ma'am and sir," she said in a heavily Japanese
accented voice. "It's about time for his bi-annual power increase, and
he's not usually aware of when he powers up."

Ares, disguising himself as a black lab outside of The Imperial
Garden, saw the young teenager flee from the store.
*This is going to be easier than I thought,* he said to himself,
flinging the black earring that Hermes had given him over his shoulder.
Then, he followed the young man to his location: a local indoor
sporting complex. Ares then spied an old man walking into the rink.
An evil smile crossed Ares' face as he slithered behind the old man,
tapping him on the shoulder.
"Have a nice nap," Ares said, taping the old man on the chest,
knocking him out cold. He then coughed and transformed into the old
man and continued into the arena.
*If I can remember correctly from the files Hermes scraped up, the
knight of fire wants one thing: power.* He smiled evilly. *I'll offer
him so damned much power he would have to be super human to refuse my
offer...*

"Has anything else weird happened to Tony?" Misae asked.
The old lady pursued her lips. "Well, he did confront me with a
dream today that he said was prophetic, and wanted to know if I knew
what it meant."
"Really," Misae said, suddenly interested. "Care to tell me?"
"I don't know if I should," Hioka said.
"There's been some strange visions in my dreams, and I want to know
if he has been having the same images."
Hioka shurgged, taking a sip out of the traditional tea cup sitting
in front of her. "If Anthony-san was here, he would tell you
anyways..."

He was standing in the meditation room of a castle on a beautiful
red planet. He stared at the fire in front of him and sighed. He knew
he would never be as good as his sister in channeling the powers of the
planet of the Flame. She would ALWAYS be more powerful than he would,
and he resented her for it.
*Besides,* he thought, *our destinies will always be different.
She will always be the guard of the princess of the Moon, protecting
the entire system. Mine will be to protect the princess of the sun,
even if I was as powerful as Hisei. I'll just have to learn how to do
my duty as well as I can...*
"Kasei?" a woman's voice asked.
He turned and looked at her. She had the front sections of her
wavy red hair pulled back into two ponytails, and she was wearing a
more casual version of the form of dress she would wear as a member of
the court of the future Moon queen.
He smiled. "Hello, Princess Solaria."
She laughed. "Don't be so formal! Geez, you make me sound like
I'm old or something."
He chuckled. This red haired girl, he knew, was the type of person
who could take a comment and either make a joke of it, or take it the
wrong way and throw you across the room, even one as big as his room
and meditation area.
"Anyway, my princess, what's your worry?"
She sighed and sat in front of the fire. "It's Draco. He insists
that I have this big ass crush on Merc..Eauclaire, and that I'm going
to break up my impending marriage to pursue this other relationship,
which doesn't exist."
He laughed. It was more than obvious to the rest of the knights of
the feelings that the knight of ice had for her, as well as the
feelings she had about her advisor, but if she said that they were just
friends, then that was the truth..wasn't it?
"I was wondering if you had a vision or anything about it?"
He sighed. *I knew she was going to ask about that...*
"I don't think that there's anything major that's going to happen
to you."
"Oh..." Her voice and face fell.
*I'm sorry, Princess. I don't think you can handle the
truth...even if it might save your life.*
With a sigh, he kissed her forehead...

Later in the dream, Tony was sitting in front of a sacred fire.
Suddenly, a beautiful woman with long black hair and the same intense
purple eyes he had arose from the fire. She was wearing a toga as red
as the flames she was surrounded in. She closed her eyes and held out
an o-mamori. The piece of paper glowed, then turned into a sword of
fire. Without a word, the young woman motioned with her head to take
the sword. He did...

"And that's all he would tell me." The old woman sipped at her cup
of tea again.
Misae cast her eyes over at Joe. He looked back at her and nodded
his head in affirmation. *Shit,* she thought to herself.
"I'm sorry, Hioka-sama." Misae said, standing up and bowing
politely. "Tony's in some major trouble. There is someone out there
who is after him and could possibly kill him."
"Let me go with," Hioka said. "You may need my protection."
"But Mrs. Kasei," Joe started to say.
The old Geisha-looking woman placed a finger to his lips. "Things
are not always as they appear, Joey-san."
With a reluctant shrug, the group of three left the store. As Joe
walked out, he almost stepped on an earring.
"Hold on," he said, as he picked up the dark black opal stud.
*This looks like that earring Misae had used as a tie tac when I first
saw her. Knowing my luck, it's probably some Claire's knock-off of a
real earring.* With a shrug, he put it in his pocket.

Tony sighed and leaned against the boards, brushing some sweat off
of his forehead.
"Nice job, Kasei." the coach said. "I think you've got
potential."
Tony arched his eyebrow and turned at the coach. "What are you
talking about, I've got potential?" he asked. "I'm only the best
player in the state!"
"This isn't concerning your lacrosse skills." Within a cloud of
smoke, the old man turned into a tall, young, muscular man. He was
clothed in only a loin cloth, and held a blood stained sword and shield
with the sign of the god Ares on it.
The tall warrior in front of Tony brushed a piece of his messy
black hair out of his face and stared at him with his dark, foreboding
eyes. "I know what you want," he said, his voice becoming deep and
booming.
"Oh, really?" Tony replied.
"Yes. You want power.
"You've always been jealous of people with more power. Your
mother; a reverend who seemed to be able to talk to God at will. Your
grandmother; a spirited old woman who lives more in and is in closer
communion with the spirits of the old country than the new one. And,
even in your past life, you were jealous of your sister, because you
felt her powers made her higher on the royal ranks than you.
"You feel hurt, angry, confused, and lost. I know how you feel.
I am hated because I am the strongest and most powerful one in my group.
I can help you reach your goal: I can teach you.
"Join me, and you will have unlimited power. Nothing will be out
of your reach..."

"Thank god that there's only one place in Oakdale that could have a
lacrosse rink" Misae said to herself.
She was leading Hioka to the entrance way of the indoor sports
complex while Joe tried finding a good place to transform. Frowning
bitterly, she thought, *Oooh, if he only knew how jealous I was of him
being able to transform.*
"You stay here, please, Hioka-san." Misae pointed at the beginning
of the tunnel leading from the locker rooms to the field. "This could
be dangerous."
Hioka nodded her head silently in disagreement. "You will need my
help."
*Oooookay.* Misae thought.
"You must learn to trust more than just the tactile, Misae-san."
Nervously, she walked out onto the field with the old japanese lady
behind her, where they saw the tall warrior of the Olympians talking
Tony into joining him.
"Care to join me?" Ares asked.
There was an errie silence as Tony took a moment to collect his
thoughts.
"Tony-chan, what he is saying is a lie." Hioka pleaded, stepping in
front of Misae.
Ares turned and looked at the two women. A hateful snarl crossed
his face as he stared at the defiant geisha. "Shut up you old hag," he
said, summoning an invisible blast of energy and using it to slam the
old woman into the boards.
"Obaasan..." Tony whispered, staring at his grandmother. He
started to run towardsher, but was suddenly held down by a pair of iron
shackles. Meanwhile, Misae went over by the old woman and scanned her
for anything serious. A mix of blood and a clear liquid was seeping
out of her nose. *Holy fuck..this can not be a good sign,* she
thought.
"Join me," Ares said, using the force to lift up Hioka from the
ground, "or the old hag's as good as dead."
Tony stared at the muscular man with his dark purple eyes. "Noone
messes with my obaasan." Thrusting his right hand in the air, he
yelled out, "MARS KNIGHT POWER, TRANSFORM!"
The bracelet on his right arm grew large enough to encircle him and
fell to his feet, doing so. The beads grew to about the size of
bowling balls and started on fire. Suddenly, the ring of fire flaired
up, turning the clothes he had been wearing into a uniform similar to
the one Mercuryknight wore, but his was red with dark purple accents.
He took the sword out of the sheath by his left hip and pointed it at
Ares' neck.
"True power is only useful if the one using it is not corrupted
themselves," he said. Brushing his right hand thru his hair, he said,
"Protector of the planet of the flame, I am Marsknight! In the name of
my planet, I will eliminate you."
Mercuryknight placed his hand on Misae's shoulder. "That's a rather
impressive speech," he said.
Misae stared up into Mercuryknight's proud dark brown eyes and
smiled. "It's the norm. You gotta think of one, too, you know."
"Not nearly as impressive as this. FLAMING FURY!" The red crystal
bladed sword in his hand started on fire, and he swung at Ares, slicing
his head off with the torch.
*That's gotta hurt,* Misae thought.
After the flame subsided from the sword, Marsknight shook his head
arrogantly. He then placed his sword back in its sheath and ran over
to the red headed girl and his grandmother.
"How's she doing, Misae?" Marsknight asked.
"I don't know," Misae replied with a sad sigh. "I don't think that
what's going on is a good sign."
Suddenly, the fluid that had flowed out of her nose flowed back in,
and Hioka opened her eyes. "T-tony?" she asked.
"Ye.." Marsknight looked at Misae and the young man dressed in ice
blues kneeling next to her. They both shook their heads in
disagreement. "Yes, I am a friend of his."
"Is he all right?" she asked.
"He's fine." Marsknight said, helping Hioka stand up. "Let's get
you back to the store. Tony should be back from practice soon."

"Damnit!" Zeus slammed his fist down on his desk in anger. "Ares
was my best warrior." With an angered sigh, he stared out the nearest
window with his green blue eyes. "Now how else am I going to, uh, talk
the knights into joining me?"
"Maybe I can help." a female's voice said.
Zeus turned and looked at the doorway. A stunning young woman with
bright green eyes was standing in the doorway, holding a silver picture
frame. The youthful looking man with the bright white hair sauntered
up to the woman and took the frame out of her hands, glancing at the
picture in it. It was of the woman, hugging a rather attractive young
man with bright hazel eyes.
He smiled evily. "Yes, yes you could. Especially considering that
I've heard of an awakening soon of someone you cared about." He handed
the frame back to the woman and sat back down at his desk.