Tears of Rain
Hikari Angel
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or Gundam Wing.
Note thingy (hey somebody read it! I feel loved!!): Lala! I almost cried when I saw that I had 13 reviews! Oh darn. I'm crying now. This is too good to be true! *Gives everybody a huge hug* As Rogue Angel Barton (One of my 3 fav fic authors) once said in and ending note: It's good to feel loved! BTW: If anyone wants the position of editor I would be happy to let ANYONE take the job cuz I agree with Hotaru Yuy: My grammar sucks, and I have a tendency to make annoying little mistakes and I can't let some of my friends do it because if they knew I was writing a story with even a hint or even a hint of a hint of romance (I'm usually depressed, reserved, and outright evil MUAHAH- er sorry, but here I can act however I want to act like!), not to mention it's Gundam Wing and sailor moon, I may be shunned, well, maybe not shunned, but treated completely different. There maybe one person who might help me out, but he's an idiot and his grammar is worse than mine and he'd probably black-mail me. Ok this note is too long. I'll continue it at the end.
BTW: IMPORTANT: I said that she refused to go out in the sun, so that means that at night time she can go around and live.
Name - Age - Age they appear (Age they stopped growing)
Firefly – 1211 – 17
Heero – 1213 – 18
Trowa – 1088 – 20
Quatre – 725 – 18
Wufei – 563 18
Duo – 126 – 17
I used the same music as last time. Empty the pocket's chorus in one point is too fast for me to sing. =( and then I just listened to these songs:
Avril Lavigne – Skater Boy
Sixpence None The Richer – There She Goes
Masami Okui – Only One, Number 1
Maaya Sakamoto – Gift
Escaflowne – Yubiwa
Escaflowne – Yakusoku wa Iranai
And my brother's online radio: http://152.7.56.82:4242
Last time
The boys helped Hotaru who was in trouble and then Duo took her home. Meanwhile Wufei and Trowa explained what had happened to Quatre. And afterwards Duo comes home and Heero finds out about our lovely Firefly's meeting with his allies.
I'm baaaaack, er sorry, Firefly's house\
Setsuna-mama had shown her what should have happened. They should have been born about 700 years later than they actually had. They shouldn't have lived in the medieval times. Nor the ancient times, but they'd all died that time and awakened at the same time, so everything was fine, but now everything was so odd. People with magic seemed to sense her dead soul as she passed with her friends. Such an evil that even the bright shining living power of the others and the beautiful white shining light of the hime couldn't cover it. They shouldn't have died. And then they weren't reborn on time. On Hotaru's 712th birthday she knew that something had gone wrong. They would have been born a year ago. Hotaru guessed that they'd changed history way back when
Firefly lay gazing beyond the water blurred glass ceiling of her bedroom. Running over the days events in her head she smiled. She'd made a friend. Maybe she could break out of the shell she'd formed around herself and lose her hermit ways, though pretending her leg hurt all the time was going to be a pain. (She's our Hotaru! She healed it.) Living in an old Shinto shrine praying wasn't exactly her ideal life
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Sighing she sat up. It'd been enough to keep Rei happy, she was just being selfish. She was lucky that her family had left her a fortune, one she hadn't spent much of, and even luckier yet, that it was enough to be able to pay for this house, buy whatever she wanted, and still feed herself and her pet for about 2 millenniums plus interest.
She laughed spitefully, soon enough she would have to get serious about a job. She worked as a nurse with night hours to explain how she paid for everything, but three fourths of what she made went to the cure for cancer. It was astounding that after all this time, they still hadn't fixed the problem, and the other fourth went to savings just in case something drastic happened.
For once she decided to go outside the stars. The comet Tempel-Tuttle (I know that the Tempel-Tuttle has gone by the Earth already, but this is for the story and I couldn't think of a good name! I'm not very creative! Sorry.) had passed by a few months ago and left a trail of dust which was going to create a meteor shower when they burned up in the atmosphere. In short: Tons of shooting stars! (If anyone else watched the Leonids last year, they know what I mean, they come every 33 years, I think)
Getting dressed in a maroon long sleeve shirt, with a white dress shirt over, and jeans she ran outside. She had lain out on the ground for about an hour soaked in the water remaining on the ground and the light drizzle that still remained when she remembered something. It was April; the shower was the 17th of May not the 17th of April.
Annoyed with herself she was walking back inside when an idea hit her. A grin appeared on her face and she turned around ran down the many steps. She did owe them didn't she? She searched everywhere for the shop she would need, but they were all closed so, thanking the stars for their bright light, she went searching for the proper things for each person.
She couldn't find anything from nature so she returned home only to find the perfect items there in her workshop, but the last one she didn't think fitted so she went to a shop that was still open and bought it there. After that she took it home and wrote a little note for each when she remembered the last one, the one she hadn't met, the one that looked like him.
So she walked outside again and searched around a minute for something when it popped into her head and she ran back inside. She grabbed one of her adoptive mother's paintings off the wall and wrote a note to the mystery man. She then wrapped all the presents in a water-proof tarp-like sheet before sitting in front of the window with a cup of cocoa, waiting for the rain that had ended a few minutes ago.
And there she waited: silent and patient, watching the dawn. The clashing of ruby red and vivid yellow initiated a violent orange that blinded the blind and awoke the dead that are human beings1 turned to a bare azure sky which she hated with all her heart.
After all this time she still did not understand how the sun burned and the moon shone without the hime (Princess). The moon didn't glimmer and twinkle as in the olden days and she had a sore feeling in her chest that slowly it was dying without her mistress' spirit.
Nevertheless, she watched that blue sky suddenly turn darker until a navy came with the glistening of stars like shattered glass glowing against blue velvet and then she acted.
Firefly snatched the coat on the rack as well as the huge pouch that had the gifts in it and flew out the door, Titan flying ahead of her, knowing where she was going. She took the long path through the woods, fearing the street gangs to her garden. Once she got there she placed the package on the ground in the center, smiled softly at the snowy white moon, and ran off, leaving not a single trace.
When she returned home she was panting. Removing her jacket she lay down on the bed trying to catch her uncontainable breath. (Sorry I have to stop here, I gotta go to sleep. Nighty Night Minna-san!)(Hey! I'm back! After a boring day of sitting in class I'm back, damn, the rest of the school year looks really dry, oh well, back to the story) It wasn't that she was tired from the long run, she wasn't tired at all. Excitement and anxiousness kept her breath from slowing. Her blood was pumping through her veins. She couldn't stop herself from grinning. Oh they would have the surprise of their young (Pffft, young, yeah right.) lives! Still, she'd given erratic gifts to her friends before, but these people hardly knew her, so why was she so happy? Oh well! It didn't matter! She just couldn't wait for them to find the presents.
Con mis chicos ~ Translation = With our boys
Heero, following his usual routine, at 5:00 PM went into the lab at and took over for Trowa, hacking into organizations and such that were foolish enough to put critical information on the internet. . (I'm not an idiot. I realize that you either have to be there, hacking, or have a connection, and if they're not on the web, there is no connection. You need a PHYSICAL connection to the computer, meaning either cables or satellite) They didn't always have to work round the clock, switching off, but there had been activity in a few linked groups and they had decided to be on the safe side and check it out. Strangely, one of the ones that he usually monitored was down, but he assumed they'd collapsed. It happened. Other than that, the night went rather insipidly. Wufei took after him at midnight. He decided to take a walk out to the garden that his collaborators and the girl he hadn't met shared.
The oddest thing was that when he got there he heard the rustling of leaves, not from the wind, but from a person. He swiftly took out his gun and his in the shadows and watched the young girl as she sent down the large package. When she looked up at the moon, he realized it was the girl that he'd crashed into the other day, the one the others called Firefly. She beamed tenderly at the white orb and it seemed to shine more in her light. Then all of a sudden she turned and left with amazing speed for someone shot in the leg. Heero walked over to the package and picked up. It was heavier than he thought it would weigh and, judging by the fact that she'd left through the wood, she'd taken the long route to be safe. Disregarding the questions bubbling in his head he took the parcel back to the mansion.
As soon as he stepped in the door Duo, who was on caffeine high, bounced in front of him, "What is that?!"
"Hn." Heero set it down on the coffee table in the living room and Wufei, who had been working in there, looked up from his work.
"What's that?" he asked quizzically. Heero didn't answer and waited for Trowa and Quatre to wake up, and with their sensitive hearing, he knew they would. Quatre walked in first followed by Trowa a few minutes later.
"What is it?" Quatre questioned him. Again he didn't answer and just store at it. Finally, after a few minutes he spoke up.
"That girl, Firefly, left it in the garden." His answer was short and simple, but it covered everything he saw easily. Quatre stepped forward and pulled back the first layer of the top and revealed five cards. On the top was one labeled Chang. The next was Barton followed by Winner and then Duo. The last one was titled "Heero, whose surname remains a mystery to me". Quatre handed them out accordingly.
Each read the following:
Dear Chang,
I realize that as a member or former member of the Chang clan, I have yet to earn your respect. Nevertheless, I believe honor creates strong spirits and you have my word, that somehow or another, I shall not only be worthy of you respect, I will earn your trust as well. This may seem a bit far-fetched considering that I am a woman, and you have been raised knowing that women are weak and helpless, but rest assure, not even you will be able to deny my friendship when I am finished. The package contains a present for you and each of your friends in my appreciation of your assistance the other day. I hope you enjoy it.
With my deepest revere,
Firefly
Dear Winner,
Please accept my deepest apologies for being so rude when I met you. I know that you have a kind heart and I look forward to becoming friends. Do not be surprised that I gave you and Heero, whose last name I do not know, a present along with Barton, Chang, and Winner. You were very polite to me when I met you. I hope to see you again soon.
Sincerely,
Firefly
Dear Barton,
I thank you for saving me the other night. Had it not been for you, I would surely have been murdered. My debt to you is endless and infinite, and I hope one day I may be able to repay you properly, but for now please accept this gift as a token of my gratitude. I hope that you like it.
With all of my gratitude,
Firefly
Dear Duo,
My sincerest apologies to you if you would prefer me refer to you ask Maxwell, but you look and act American so I assumed you to be from the United States and I am aware that they call each other by first name there. Anyways, I'd just like to say thanks a ton for the other day. I needed all the help I could get and you and your friends were there for me. I believe I still owe you, this is nowhere near enough to repay you, but it's a start. Next time it shall be something a bit more suitable to your personality.
Thanks,
Firefly
Dear Heero,
Since your last name is oblivious to me I am afraid that I cannot call you what I ought to. Please accept my apology for the other day when we bumped into each other. I mistook you for someone who I once knew and greatly miss. And I am sorry for looking like the person you mistook me for, judging by your face, it was someone that you held dear to you as well. In my regret for causing you pain, here is a gift. I pray that you like it. It's a family heirloom, and I hope your family will enjoy it as mine has.
Sincerely,
Firefly
As each finished their letter they had different expressions on their face. Quatre was smiling kindly, Duo was grinning joyously, Wufei was smirking stubbornly, Trowa had a thoughtful look, and Heero had his usual blank expression.
"So. Should we open it?" Quatre asked.
"I guess." Answered an unusually calm Duo. He pulled it back and they all saw four long and thin packages labeled for four of them and one long thin round one that had the label Chang.
Duo grabbed his and ripped away the plain brown wrapping displaying a beautiful stained glass window sparrow surrounded by trees and white blossoms. They all gazed at it for a minute and then Quatre opened his and it was also s stained glass window except with a dove and sakura petals and flowers. Trowa then followed the others, opening his which was another stained glass window except this one had an Owl on a branch with several bright moons around it. Wufei's turned out to be a sword, beautifully crafted, with a dragon handle and a sharp strong blade.
After a few minutes of staring at the parcel, Heero opened his and they all saw the most breath-taking present. There lay a huge painting by the famous Kaioh Michiru, whose paintings had become famous after she'd died and her 17-year-old relative revealed them to the public, sending them to museums since they were from the medieval days. This particular one was one that no one had ever seen before. It was of a grassy ridge looking out onto the sea at nighttime with the sparkling stars illuminating the scenery and shimmering on the ocean. All of them were staring at it when Duo finally admitted his idiocy.
"Um, who's it by?"
"Michiru Kaioh." Quatre told him quietly.
"Er, how do you know that?" he asked.
"It says it in the corner Braided Baka!" scowled Wufei. After this they were all silent.
Breaking the silence Heero said something none of them expected, "This painting is older than I am."
"H-how would you know?" Quatre asked.
"I saw it once, when I was about seven in a village a bit away from Kyoto. (When he was seven Hotaru was five and in this story she still lived with her evil father then and Kyoto was the capital of Japan in the 1300s) A young woman about 20 or so was selling them in a booth at the roadside. I bought one, but it was lost with my moving so many times," he answered.
"This one. Not another." Trowa stated in a questionable way.
"Yes, this one. Firefly said it's been a family heirloom in the letter, she may have been distantly related." He murmured more to himself than his associates. The others, who still respected him more than any other being in the world, silently caught each others eyes and one by one left the room so the man staring at the painting could think alone.
1I meant to say that most human beings are blind to the beauty, they just pass by, shielding their eyes and cursing it for obscuring their sight and about the awaking the dead thing, that's supposed to symbolize the fact that most people don't live. They just go about their boring lives and never really let go to the usual routine. "Death is more universal than life: all people die, but not all people live." ~Can't remember his name
Ok! Another chapter completed. 2574 words. I'm sooooo sorry I took me so long, I just had so much school it was sickening. I hope you all can forgive me! Feel free to flame and compliment and review and sing and cry and do whatever it is in your spirit to do! Buh-bye.