Hello everyone. Have I been forgiven for ending
Irony and Daring the way I did yet? I didn't think
so. Well, before too many death threats get sent,
here is the beginning of the sequel, Not All Masks.
For anyone who hasn't read Irony and Daring...you
actually need to go read it. Otherwise about 90
percent of what is to follow will make no sense.
And remember, while I don't own Sailor Moon (I'm
not THAT creative), the Green, Irony, and some
other special people in this story are mine and
should not be used without permission.
On with the story....
~December
Not All Masks
Prologue: You Can't Call It Deja Vu
Crystal Toyko
The young crown princess was very excited. SHE was coming today.
Although the young princess had never met the woman in person, she was
a big admirer. When she grew up, she wanted to be graceful and pretty
like her okaa-san, brave like Sailor Moon, and strong like this woman.
As she stood with her parents, the young princess was wondering
what the woman looked like, but her father had assured her that she would
recognize the woman as soon as she approached. As the four year old
jumped up and down with excitement, a voice was heard as a woman approached
"I see someone warned his guards that I was coming this time."
The little girl ran to the woman who had spoken. "Obaa-san!!!"
The woman picked up the little girl, while shooting the king
a dirty look. "Obaa-san?! If we add up all of your lives, you are older
than me!" The woman said some other things to the king and queen, but the
princess wasn't paying attention to that. She just chanted Obaa-san over
and over and over again until the woman looked down at her.
"Well 'granddaughter' you have my undivided attention. It's
the least I can do. Little bunnies seem to have a way of saving me."
And Small Lady Serenity's obaa-san shared a small smile with Neo-Queen
Serenity, before putting down the young princess and being pulled toward
the palace by the little girl.
The present
Jail. "This is exactly how I wanted to spend my summer vacation.
Whatever happened to winning a trip to Disney World?" Irony wondered
aloud.
The young woman sighed. This may actually be the thing that
broke her. There was no way out of this. She knew the charges against
her, kidnapping of the Prime Minister's daughter, assault, resisting
arrest (although how she resisted arrest was still a mystery,
considering she was slammed against a wall before she could react),
and her favorite, the Japanese equivalent of obstruction of justice
because she refused to talk about or reveal other Green members.
They threw her in a dark, barren jail cell and hadn't fed her in at
least a day. And this place wasn't comfortable. She wanted to cry and
scream...but she wouldn't give them the satisifation. If she was going
to carry the weight of society's fears and anger, she was going to be
confusing and joyful and sarcastic and so not what anyone expected...if
for no other reason than to make everyone think about the stereotypes
they carried around.
"Lord, you have to help me through this. And you will...so
I'll just start praising you in advance." Irony smiled. "They definitely
won't understand that."
So the young woman stared a song she last heard on American
soil. It was oddly happy and oddly appropriate. And though she couldn't
sing very well, the song sounded beautiful....
Get these shackles off my feet so I can dance
I just wanna praise Him, I just wanna praise Him.
You broke the chains, now I can lift my hands
I just wanna praise Him. I've got to praise Him.
- to be continued -
I know it's short. But this had be set up. By the way, the song
Irony is singing is by Mary Mary and is called Shackles.
Irony and Daring the way I did yet? I didn't think
so. Well, before too many death threats get sent,
here is the beginning of the sequel, Not All Masks.
For anyone who hasn't read Irony and Daring...you
actually need to go read it. Otherwise about 90
percent of what is to follow will make no sense.
And remember, while I don't own Sailor Moon (I'm
not THAT creative), the Green, Irony, and some
other special people in this story are mine and
should not be used without permission.
On with the story....
~December
Not All Masks
Prologue: You Can't Call It Deja Vu
Crystal Toyko
The young crown princess was very excited. SHE was coming today.
Although the young princess had never met the woman in person, she was
a big admirer. When she grew up, she wanted to be graceful and pretty
like her okaa-san, brave like Sailor Moon, and strong like this woman.
As she stood with her parents, the young princess was wondering
what the woman looked like, but her father had assured her that she would
recognize the woman as soon as she approached. As the four year old
jumped up and down with excitement, a voice was heard as a woman approached
"I see someone warned his guards that I was coming this time."
The little girl ran to the woman who had spoken. "Obaa-san!!!"
The woman picked up the little girl, while shooting the king
a dirty look. "Obaa-san?! If we add up all of your lives, you are older
than me!" The woman said some other things to the king and queen, but the
princess wasn't paying attention to that. She just chanted Obaa-san over
and over and over again until the woman looked down at her.
"Well 'granddaughter' you have my undivided attention. It's
the least I can do. Little bunnies seem to have a way of saving me."
And Small Lady Serenity's obaa-san shared a small smile with Neo-Queen
Serenity, before putting down the young princess and being pulled toward
the palace by the little girl.
The present
Jail. "This is exactly how I wanted to spend my summer vacation.
Whatever happened to winning a trip to Disney World?" Irony wondered
aloud.
The young woman sighed. This may actually be the thing that
broke her. There was no way out of this. She knew the charges against
her, kidnapping of the Prime Minister's daughter, assault, resisting
arrest (although how she resisted arrest was still a mystery,
considering she was slammed against a wall before she could react),
and her favorite, the Japanese equivalent of obstruction of justice
because she refused to talk about or reveal other Green members.
They threw her in a dark, barren jail cell and hadn't fed her in at
least a day. And this place wasn't comfortable. She wanted to cry and
scream...but she wouldn't give them the satisifation. If she was going
to carry the weight of society's fears and anger, she was going to be
confusing and joyful and sarcastic and so not what anyone expected...if
for no other reason than to make everyone think about the stereotypes
they carried around.
"Lord, you have to help me through this. And you will...so
I'll just start praising you in advance." Irony smiled. "They definitely
won't understand that."
So the young woman stared a song she last heard on American
soil. It was oddly happy and oddly appropriate. And though she couldn't
sing very well, the song sounded beautiful....
Get these shackles off my feet so I can dance
I just wanna praise Him, I just wanna praise Him.
You broke the chains, now I can lift my hands
I just wanna praise Him. I've got to praise Him.
- to be continued -
I know it's short. But this had be set up. By the way, the song
Irony is singing is by Mary Mary and is called Shackles.