In a dark room full with old battered furnishings, a blue-eyed boy sat with
his younger sister. They were sprawled out on a worn couch, that must have
been orange a decade or so ago, but now was an indescribable color. He sat
slouched at one end, with her head resting lightly in his lap, as she dozed
and stretched across the length of the seats. It was well after midnight,
and the moon shone through a dirt-streaked window five feet in front of
him. Though his eyes were studying the stars before him, his mind was
filled with many thoughts, and he could not rest.
"Procter! Where are you?" demanded a hard female from behind him. The swollen door flew open roughly, and the owner of the sound strode through it. She positioned her frame in front of him and stared at him. Though she was in her early twenties, the way she pulled her mousey brown curls up on the back of her head, the way she hid her hazel eyes behind too-big glasses, and the way she wore her slightly over-sized school girl uniform made her look younger, unassuming.
He blinked and looked up at the brunette irritably, "What?"
"Why did you fail your mission? You went out, yet the original senshi live. Mistress Alecto will not be pleased with your pathetic performance today," she intensified her glare, crossing her arms over her flat chest.
"Hathorne. The Senshi of our time came. The three of us are hardly a match for ten pissed off Sailor Soldiers," his eyes stayed ironly at hers unapologetically. "Even with Sailor Hades's Shadow youma, we would have fallen."
She dropped her arms and squared her shoulders, "You had better not flee like a coward next time you face our enemies, Procter, or you may not live longer enough to make excuses afterward." She spun on her heel and exited the room, as if she could no longer bear the company of the siblings, which was probably true. Affection was like poison to her.
"Lame old bitch..." he muttered when she was out of ear-shot, and then turned his attention back to his sister. She had a sweet and innocent glow about her now, cloaked in sleep. His mind flitted back to the time before she was "Abigail," and he "Procter." The memories of that time were fuzzy, unclear, but he knew his beloved little girl had been ill, not in her body, but deep in her mind. The Lady of the Diamond* had come to him and had offered a cure for his sibling in return for his service for the rest of his days. It seemed like such a small price at the time. She had empowered him, and gave him his unhappy mission.
This thought led to others. Really, one haunted his consciousness. Those lovely rose eyes that had met his so defiantly, with such confidence. Sailor Europa.... She was remarkably strong and tall, not to mention beautiful. After his first encounter with her, she refused to leave his thoughts. Her lips, her hair, her iron will, all intrigued him all held him enraptured.
How he wished that he had chance to meet her under different circumstances, if only things weren't as they were. Yet, she was the Heir of Jupiter, and he was a boy who loved his sister, and had done anything for her. Almost as if she realized that she had again entered his mind, Abigail stirred. "Johnny? Are you still awake? You should sleep..." her voice was drowsy and concerned. He smiled down at her.
"I was just going to, Abi," he lifted her head gently and tucked a fluffy pillow underneath it, and walked over to an old drooping bed in the corner dressed with tattered bedclothes. He slipped out of his attire, and slid beneath the covers. His eyes fluttered closed, but his mind was too occupied with the Princess with hunter hair and a caring face.
*** Glenki ran swiftly along a street that led to her mother's school, with her wavy tresses flipping in the wind behind her. She mentally cursed herself for attending her host's University classes that day when she should have been on hunting her enemies. Now those she most needed to protect were under siege, and without her or her teammate's guardianship.
She should have known. She should have suspected that the next attack would come when she during the day when most humans were occupied with work. As she admonished herself, that smirking face wormed its way into her thoughts for only the ten thousandth time that day. That disgustingly self-assured boy who was called Procter and refused to leave her be. He was evil. He was trying to kill the Queens of her time. He kidnapped her best friend. He was no good.
He shouldn't be in her dreams at night. He shouldn't be her first thought in the morning. He shouldn't be in her mind all day, disrupting her formerly uncomplicated life. He shouldn't, but he was. AND IT WAS DRIVING HER CRAZY.
As she had suffered through a Biology class that was so inaccurate and dull that it rightly ought to be outlawed, she had pondered this issue. She came to a conclusion that gave her a little piece of mind at least. It occurred to her that the wonderings of the heart were impossible to control. As long as I don't let my feelings color my decisions, everything will be fine, she told herself again, not for the first or last time.
Her chest felt heavy, and a feeling of dread hung over her, unlike any other time she had marched to war. Even as she pressed her body to move faster, she half-wished she'd be too late, that it would be all over before she arrived. She wanted to just keep running forever, and leave her conflict behind in this strange past so far from home.
Though, futile hopes like these rarely come to be, and this was no exception. The low stone wall around the school loomed ahead, and she looked around for a secluded spot to transform. She ducked into a dank alley and was grateful for the healing senshi energy; her muscles had started aching from her long sprint to battle. Refreshed and resigned, she strode through the gate into the schoolyard. It was devoid of life, with a few signs of struggle strewn about. She took a small vial of paint and left the Moon Senshi symbol on the front of the structure for her teammates to find when they arrived. She then worked her way around the building, bracing herself for what she'd see.
As she crept to the edge of the corner, the scene was still and quiet. There was debris in large piles on the once-immaculate tennis courts and back-lawn. After scanning the area for a moment or two, she spotted Sailor Moon and her Guard crouched behind a large over-turned table. While she was trying to plan a way to get their attention, she caught a glimpse of something moving from the corner of her eye. Over the battlefield floated Procter, Abigail, and "Sailor Hades," trying to locate their prey amongst the destruction.
"Come out, come out, where ever you are!" the violet fairygirl giggled. They were fast approaching the hiding place of the Sailor Senshi, and Glenki knew it was time to act.
She stepped out into the open and posed defiantly, "Hear me! I am the Strong Sailor Europa, the Confident Daughter of Jupiter, and the Lady of Ice! I will not allow you, interlopers, to continue in your terrible mission. I challenge you!" The deadly trio turned their imposing gaze upon her, yet she did not falter.
The two siblings seemed confused, but the black senshi seemed to know what to do, "Your Death has been ordered by Mistress Alecto," she droned. She pointed the tip of her sword at the leader of the Moon Senshi and it glowed with silver laser light, "Hades Dark Goal!"
Glen couldn't avoid the attack, she leapt out its path, but its course changed to follow her. Time seemed to slow, and she realized that this moment may be her last.
Suddenly, strong hands pushed her roughly out of the way, and she felt the laser explode behind her. She whipped around to see the limp body of a brown-haired guy dressed in orange and black.
"Procter!" cried Glenki and Abigail together. The former leaned over him and felt for a pulse, while the latter buzzed around the air in a panicky fashion.
"Sailor Hades! You shot him! You aren't supposed to do that!" the violet femme sounded lost and confused.
The Soldier of Death's face remained blank as ever, "He shouldn't have done that. It was his fault." Her comrade wasn't appeased, but she pulled a short wand from her hip pouch and ripped open a hole in reality it, and dragged the pig-tailed warrior through it behind her.
"We'll be back!"
Meanwhile, the senshi had ventured from their cover to see what this new soldier they didn't know was doing. Sailor Europa looked up at them and said in a watery voice, "It's Procter... He's alive... but just barely." They looked at her sympathetically, and fidgeted uncomfortably. "Who are- .." one ventured, Glenki didn't even notice who.
"Not now." She slung one of his arms around her shoulder and lifted him gently off the ground. She then walked back toward the entrance of the school, and none of the future Queens dared come after her.
About halfway down the long narrow aisle between the building and the wall, she heard a weak voice, "Are you real?" She turned her face downward, and saw those cool blue eyes looking up at her.
"Yes... I'm real, and you're awake..." she tried to hide the fact that her cheeks were tear streaked, and smile comfortingly.
"Are you unhurt?"
"That's an odd thing for you to be worried about now..." her face grew melancholy.
"Are you?"
"Yes...thanks to you-.."
Sailor Titan interrupted them then, "Sailor Europa! What happened!?!" she ran up to her friend, and helped her position Procter on the ground. The Healing Princess started checking over their former enemy for external wounds.
"He took a hit for me, Christa," Glenki bit her lip, "How bad is it?"
Her friend leaned back, "There's nothing huge that I can find, but I suspect there are major internal injuries..."
Just then he coughed, "I'm fine, Sailor Titan, I just need time to heal...." He shakily sat up. She stared at him doubtfully, and glanced at her leader for some indication of what she should do.
"It's okay, Christa, go find our teammates, and meet us at Erika's." The dark violet-haired soldier purses her lips, but obediently got up and sprinted out of the courtyard. Glen turned her attention back to the wounded man in her arms. "Why did you lie to her?"
He coughed again, and brushed some hair from his brow, "If she had tried to fix what's wrong with me, it'd surely kill her. When Sailor Hades uses that attack, someone dies." He blinked at her and grinned lightly, "I'm sorry, my Lady."
She placed her hand softly on his lips, "What do have to be sorry for?" her voice was a bare whisper. He reached up a wrapped his long fingers around hers, and pressed them firmly to his lips, "What don't I have to be sorry for?"
She leaned against him and cried.
"Procter! Where are you?" demanded a hard female from behind him. The swollen door flew open roughly, and the owner of the sound strode through it. She positioned her frame in front of him and stared at him. Though she was in her early twenties, the way she pulled her mousey brown curls up on the back of her head, the way she hid her hazel eyes behind too-big glasses, and the way she wore her slightly over-sized school girl uniform made her look younger, unassuming.
He blinked and looked up at the brunette irritably, "What?"
"Why did you fail your mission? You went out, yet the original senshi live. Mistress Alecto will not be pleased with your pathetic performance today," she intensified her glare, crossing her arms over her flat chest.
"Hathorne. The Senshi of our time came. The three of us are hardly a match for ten pissed off Sailor Soldiers," his eyes stayed ironly at hers unapologetically. "Even with Sailor Hades's Shadow youma, we would have fallen."
She dropped her arms and squared her shoulders, "You had better not flee like a coward next time you face our enemies, Procter, or you may not live longer enough to make excuses afterward." She spun on her heel and exited the room, as if she could no longer bear the company of the siblings, which was probably true. Affection was like poison to her.
"Lame old bitch..." he muttered when she was out of ear-shot, and then turned his attention back to his sister. She had a sweet and innocent glow about her now, cloaked in sleep. His mind flitted back to the time before she was "Abigail," and he "Procter." The memories of that time were fuzzy, unclear, but he knew his beloved little girl had been ill, not in her body, but deep in her mind. The Lady of the Diamond* had come to him and had offered a cure for his sibling in return for his service for the rest of his days. It seemed like such a small price at the time. She had empowered him, and gave him his unhappy mission.
This thought led to others. Really, one haunted his consciousness. Those lovely rose eyes that had met his so defiantly, with such confidence. Sailor Europa.... She was remarkably strong and tall, not to mention beautiful. After his first encounter with her, she refused to leave his thoughts. Her lips, her hair, her iron will, all intrigued him all held him enraptured.
How he wished that he had chance to meet her under different circumstances, if only things weren't as they were. Yet, she was the Heir of Jupiter, and he was a boy who loved his sister, and had done anything for her. Almost as if she realized that she had again entered his mind, Abigail stirred. "Johnny? Are you still awake? You should sleep..." her voice was drowsy and concerned. He smiled down at her.
"I was just going to, Abi," he lifted her head gently and tucked a fluffy pillow underneath it, and walked over to an old drooping bed in the corner dressed with tattered bedclothes. He slipped out of his attire, and slid beneath the covers. His eyes fluttered closed, but his mind was too occupied with the Princess with hunter hair and a caring face.
*** Glenki ran swiftly along a street that led to her mother's school, with her wavy tresses flipping in the wind behind her. She mentally cursed herself for attending her host's University classes that day when she should have been on hunting her enemies. Now those she most needed to protect were under siege, and without her or her teammate's guardianship.
She should have known. She should have suspected that the next attack would come when she during the day when most humans were occupied with work. As she admonished herself, that smirking face wormed its way into her thoughts for only the ten thousandth time that day. That disgustingly self-assured boy who was called Procter and refused to leave her be. He was evil. He was trying to kill the Queens of her time. He kidnapped her best friend. He was no good.
He shouldn't be in her dreams at night. He shouldn't be her first thought in the morning. He shouldn't be in her mind all day, disrupting her formerly uncomplicated life. He shouldn't, but he was. AND IT WAS DRIVING HER CRAZY.
As she had suffered through a Biology class that was so inaccurate and dull that it rightly ought to be outlawed, she had pondered this issue. She came to a conclusion that gave her a little piece of mind at least. It occurred to her that the wonderings of the heart were impossible to control. As long as I don't let my feelings color my decisions, everything will be fine, she told herself again, not for the first or last time.
Her chest felt heavy, and a feeling of dread hung over her, unlike any other time she had marched to war. Even as she pressed her body to move faster, she half-wished she'd be too late, that it would be all over before she arrived. She wanted to just keep running forever, and leave her conflict behind in this strange past so far from home.
Though, futile hopes like these rarely come to be, and this was no exception. The low stone wall around the school loomed ahead, and she looked around for a secluded spot to transform. She ducked into a dank alley and was grateful for the healing senshi energy; her muscles had started aching from her long sprint to battle. Refreshed and resigned, she strode through the gate into the schoolyard. It was devoid of life, with a few signs of struggle strewn about. She took a small vial of paint and left the Moon Senshi symbol on the front of the structure for her teammates to find when they arrived. She then worked her way around the building, bracing herself for what she'd see.
As she crept to the edge of the corner, the scene was still and quiet. There was debris in large piles on the once-immaculate tennis courts and back-lawn. After scanning the area for a moment or two, she spotted Sailor Moon and her Guard crouched behind a large over-turned table. While she was trying to plan a way to get their attention, she caught a glimpse of something moving from the corner of her eye. Over the battlefield floated Procter, Abigail, and "Sailor Hades," trying to locate their prey amongst the destruction.
"Come out, come out, where ever you are!" the violet fairygirl giggled. They were fast approaching the hiding place of the Sailor Senshi, and Glenki knew it was time to act.
She stepped out into the open and posed defiantly, "Hear me! I am the Strong Sailor Europa, the Confident Daughter of Jupiter, and the Lady of Ice! I will not allow you, interlopers, to continue in your terrible mission. I challenge you!" The deadly trio turned their imposing gaze upon her, yet she did not falter.
The two siblings seemed confused, but the black senshi seemed to know what to do, "Your Death has been ordered by Mistress Alecto," she droned. She pointed the tip of her sword at the leader of the Moon Senshi and it glowed with silver laser light, "Hades Dark Goal!"
Glen couldn't avoid the attack, she leapt out its path, but its course changed to follow her. Time seemed to slow, and she realized that this moment may be her last.
Suddenly, strong hands pushed her roughly out of the way, and she felt the laser explode behind her. She whipped around to see the limp body of a brown-haired guy dressed in orange and black.
"Procter!" cried Glenki and Abigail together. The former leaned over him and felt for a pulse, while the latter buzzed around the air in a panicky fashion.
"Sailor Hades! You shot him! You aren't supposed to do that!" the violet femme sounded lost and confused.
The Soldier of Death's face remained blank as ever, "He shouldn't have done that. It was his fault." Her comrade wasn't appeased, but she pulled a short wand from her hip pouch and ripped open a hole in reality it, and dragged the pig-tailed warrior through it behind her.
"We'll be back!"
Meanwhile, the senshi had ventured from their cover to see what this new soldier they didn't know was doing. Sailor Europa looked up at them and said in a watery voice, "It's Procter... He's alive... but just barely." They looked at her sympathetically, and fidgeted uncomfortably. "Who are- .." one ventured, Glenki didn't even notice who.
"Not now." She slung one of his arms around her shoulder and lifted him gently off the ground. She then walked back toward the entrance of the school, and none of the future Queens dared come after her.
About halfway down the long narrow aisle between the building and the wall, she heard a weak voice, "Are you real?" She turned her face downward, and saw those cool blue eyes looking up at her.
"Yes... I'm real, and you're awake..." she tried to hide the fact that her cheeks were tear streaked, and smile comfortingly.
"Are you unhurt?"
"That's an odd thing for you to be worried about now..." her face grew melancholy.
"Are you?"
"Yes...thanks to you-.."
Sailor Titan interrupted them then, "Sailor Europa! What happened!?!" she ran up to her friend, and helped her position Procter on the ground. The Healing Princess started checking over their former enemy for external wounds.
"He took a hit for me, Christa," Glenki bit her lip, "How bad is it?"
Her friend leaned back, "There's nothing huge that I can find, but I suspect there are major internal injuries..."
Just then he coughed, "I'm fine, Sailor Titan, I just need time to heal...." He shakily sat up. She stared at him doubtfully, and glanced at her leader for some indication of what she should do.
"It's okay, Christa, go find our teammates, and meet us at Erika's." The dark violet-haired soldier purses her lips, but obediently got up and sprinted out of the courtyard. Glen turned her attention back to the wounded man in her arms. "Why did you lie to her?"
He coughed again, and brushed some hair from his brow, "If she had tried to fix what's wrong with me, it'd surely kill her. When Sailor Hades uses that attack, someone dies." He blinked at her and grinned lightly, "I'm sorry, my Lady."
She placed her hand softly on his lips, "What do have to be sorry for?" her voice was a bare whisper. He reached up a wrapped his long fingers around hers, and pressed them firmly to his lips, "What don't I have to be sorry for?"
She leaned against him and cried.
