Disclaimer:
Greetings Lance the Flamesniper here again. If you haven't
heard of me I wouldn't be surprised. I'm fairly new to the scene of
Anime writing with two stories to my name. I'm a HUGE fan of both the
pyro princess and the timeless Senshi (Those being Raye and Setsuna).
I have yet to write a fic about Raye, but that's beside the point.
Truth be told this is going to be a short work about someone who
doesn't get much attention in fiction in my opinion.
Now for the important legal stuff that has to be put in to
prevent lawyers from beating me up and taking what little money I have.
I don't own Sailor Moon. Naoko Takeuchi does, however. DiC and I think
Cloverleaf own the North American rights to it. That being said, I'm not
making any Money from this (not Dollars, rubbles, yen or pounds).
Also the North American name rule is in effect with the exception of
Hotaru and Setsuna.
HOTARU'S DATE part 2
BY
LANCE THE FLAMESNIPER
Things had been quiet since the defeat of Galaxia. Under the care of
the Outer Senshi Hotaru had grown into a beautiful, intelligent young woman.
She was sixteen now and already was as tough as her "father" figure Amara and
was fairly talented in music and history thanks to her "Mother", Michelle, and
her "aunt" Setsuna.
However, one afternoon after her studies were done for the day Hotaru
had scurried up the stairs of their home and seemed to be busily getting ready
for something. As it happened Amara passed by her "daughter's" open door
just in time to see her applying slight amounts of makeup. Amara made it about
three more steps before she did a double take and rushed back to Hotaru's room.
"What are you up to princess?" Amara asked, the eyebrow over her right
eye twitching with every stroke of Hotaru's make-up brush.
"Getting ready," Hotaru replied simply.
"Oh. For what?"
"For my date of course!" Hotaru said easily.
"Oh. Okay," Amara replied as she started walking away again. About four
steps later, the words Date and Hotaru set off a rather loud set of alarms in
her head. She frantically headed back to Hotaru's room. "Princess?"
"Hm?" Hotaru replied as she looked at how she looked in the low cut
black dress she way wearing.
Amara's eyebrow began twitching violently. "Did you say you had a date?"
"Yes."
"I see. Excuse me a moment," With that Amara promptly raced down the
stairs, breaking the land speed record in the process.
Michelle looked up from cooking dinner just in time to see Amara
screech to a halt in front of her. "Amara? Is there something wrong?"
"Wrong? Wrong?? No, nothing wrong, unless you count our princess going
out on a date okay..." Amara panted.
"A date?" Michelle asked.
"Yes!"
"How romantic!" Michelle Cooed.
"Michelle, this isn't romantic. Our Hotaru is going out with a
person that we don't even know, he could be a Youma or worse a Starlight."
"I doubt it's a Starlight love," Michelle said not looking up
from her cooking.
"How do you know it's not a Starlight?"
"'Cause Yaten, Taiki and Seiya all know better than to get within
four hundred feet of you, Hotaru or this house."
Amara had to concede the point.
"Still, I think we should meet our princess's date before she goes
out with him."
"Yes, we should," Amara said in a malevolent tone.
Michelle caught the tone and gave her soul mate an stern look.
"Don't ruin it for Hotaru, Love. Her life's been difficult enough without
you scaring away her first date."
****
As evening approached Amara and Michelle waited in the livingroom
of their lavish home. They had told Hotaru to give them a few minutes to
talk with her date. He was due at six so they asked Hotaru to give them
fifteen minutes.
At two minutes to six there was the sound of a car in the driveway.
Amara looked out the window to see a black corvette came to stop at the
door. A minute later there was a knock at the door. Michelle opened the
door and in stepped the man.
He was dressed stylishly in a black dress shirt and matching pants,
he wore no jewelery save for a large, almost gaudy, amulet made of amethist.
The real surprise was when they looked in his eyes, from the angle that
Amara and Michelle could see them they looked violet and his hair was jet
black and about shoulder length as well as put into a short pony tail.
Surprisingly however He was only about five foot ten.
"Is Hotaru here?" He asked his voice was smokey sounding.
"Yes she is. However she'll be a little longer. I'm Michelle and this
is Amara," Michelle replied indicating the glaring blonde.
The young man offered Amara his hand. Hmm, she looks like she's not
happy to see me. he thought "Charmed," He replied.
"I'm sure," Amara growled.
"Now love be nice," Michelle chided. "Please have a seat. Hotaru
will be down shortly."
The man had a seat. Not seeming to be as rattled as he was by Amara's
stare wasn't easy but he tried to weather Amara's icy gaze.
Michelle then decided to break the tension. "So, where did you meet
Hotaru?"
"It was at one of your Art shows. You are quite good and I bought two
of your peices."
"Not, that it matters that you bought paintings," Amara hissed. "I'm
more concerned with making sure you're... honorable."
That drew a laugh from the young man.
"WHAT is so funny?" Amara growled.
"Just that you would doubt my honor. I am most honorable and so are
my intentions toward Hotaru," the man retorted.
"Still there are to be some ground rules laid out," Michelle replied.
"And it'll be very important that you follow these rules," Amara
added.
And it almost looks like she's HOPING I break some of them. "I would
be surprised if there were not, and likewise if there weren't stiff
consequences for breaking them," He said.
"Three rules," hissed Amara. "One: She is to be home no later than
ten. Two: IF she allows you to kiss her there is to be no lip to lip contact.
Three: If she tells either me or Michelle that you've done ANYTHING to hurt
her, I'll..."
"I get the idea," He responded drawing his index finger across his
throat.
Just then Hotaru walked down the stairs in her black low-cut dress
and smiling. Amara looked at this strange man, who seemed to be a thousand
miles away at the moment while his eyes followed Hotaru down the stairs and
into the living room. Hotaru responded with a slight twirl.
"Well? What do you think?" She asked the man with an uncertyain smile.
He glanced at Amara who was silently cracking her knuckles and smiled
genuwinely. "Hotaru, my dear, you are to die for."
"Aww, that's sweet," Michelle said seemingly oblivious to the cracking
knuckles next to her.
"Ready to leave dear?" the man asked.
"Certainly," he answered as he escorted her out the door.
Just then Setsuna walked up the walkway. She nearly bumped into the
couple as they stopped to watch the sun set.
"Oh excuse me!" Setsuna replied then looked closer. "Have we... met
before?"
"Perhaps we have," he said. "I forgot to tell Hotaru's guardians but
my name's James. Perhaps you could...?"
"Yes I could tell them," Setsuna answered. Just then her attention
was brought to the amulet he wore. Or, more accurately what was inside it:
the symbol for Saturn.
James caught what she was looking at and smiled. "Hotaru is in good
hands."
"Yes, I see that. You two have a good evening."
"Thank you," Both he and Hotaru chorused then laughed about it as
they walked to the car.
When she reached the door the stars were starting to come out.
Michelle and Amara were waiting as well.
"I'm not comfortable with our princess going out with a stranger,"
Amara stated.
"He seemed nice to me," Answered Michelle.
"His name was James, or at least that's what he told me just now,"
Setsuna said as her mind went back to a distant time. "She's in good hands.
You need not worry."
"How do you know?" Amara asked the Time Senshi.
Setsuna looked at the sky and then looked at the twinkling light
that was all one can see of the planet Saturn. "Just a hunch. Just a
hunch...."
END
Greetings Lance the Flamesniper here again. If you haven't
heard of me I wouldn't be surprised. I'm fairly new to the scene of
Anime writing with two stories to my name. I'm a HUGE fan of both the
pyro princess and the timeless Senshi (Those being Raye and Setsuna).
I have yet to write a fic about Raye, but that's beside the point.
Truth be told this is going to be a short work about someone who
doesn't get much attention in fiction in my opinion.
Now for the important legal stuff that has to be put in to
prevent lawyers from beating me up and taking what little money I have.
I don't own Sailor Moon. Naoko Takeuchi does, however. DiC and I think
Cloverleaf own the North American rights to it. That being said, I'm not
making any Money from this (not Dollars, rubbles, yen or pounds).
Also the North American name rule is in effect with the exception of
Hotaru and Setsuna.
HOTARU'S DATE part 2
BY
LANCE THE FLAMESNIPER
Things had been quiet since the defeat of Galaxia. Under the care of
the Outer Senshi Hotaru had grown into a beautiful, intelligent young woman.
She was sixteen now and already was as tough as her "father" figure Amara and
was fairly talented in music and history thanks to her "Mother", Michelle, and
her "aunt" Setsuna.
However, one afternoon after her studies were done for the day Hotaru
had scurried up the stairs of their home and seemed to be busily getting ready
for something. As it happened Amara passed by her "daughter's" open door
just in time to see her applying slight amounts of makeup. Amara made it about
three more steps before she did a double take and rushed back to Hotaru's room.
"What are you up to princess?" Amara asked, the eyebrow over her right
eye twitching with every stroke of Hotaru's make-up brush.
"Getting ready," Hotaru replied simply.
"Oh. For what?"
"For my date of course!" Hotaru said easily.
"Oh. Okay," Amara replied as she started walking away again. About four
steps later, the words Date and Hotaru set off a rather loud set of alarms in
her head. She frantically headed back to Hotaru's room. "Princess?"
"Hm?" Hotaru replied as she looked at how she looked in the low cut
black dress she way wearing.
Amara's eyebrow began twitching violently. "Did you say you had a date?"
"Yes."
"I see. Excuse me a moment," With that Amara promptly raced down the
stairs, breaking the land speed record in the process.
Michelle looked up from cooking dinner just in time to see Amara
screech to a halt in front of her. "Amara? Is there something wrong?"
"Wrong? Wrong?? No, nothing wrong, unless you count our princess going
out on a date okay..." Amara panted.
"A date?" Michelle asked.
"Yes!"
"How romantic!" Michelle Cooed.
"Michelle, this isn't romantic. Our Hotaru is going out with a
person that we don't even know, he could be a Youma or worse a Starlight."
"I doubt it's a Starlight love," Michelle said not looking up
from her cooking.
"How do you know it's not a Starlight?"
"'Cause Yaten, Taiki and Seiya all know better than to get within
four hundred feet of you, Hotaru or this house."
Amara had to concede the point.
"Still, I think we should meet our princess's date before she goes
out with him."
"Yes, we should," Amara said in a malevolent tone.
Michelle caught the tone and gave her soul mate an stern look.
"Don't ruin it for Hotaru, Love. Her life's been difficult enough without
you scaring away her first date."
****
As evening approached Amara and Michelle waited in the livingroom
of their lavish home. They had told Hotaru to give them a few minutes to
talk with her date. He was due at six so they asked Hotaru to give them
fifteen minutes.
At two minutes to six there was the sound of a car in the driveway.
Amara looked out the window to see a black corvette came to stop at the
door. A minute later there was a knock at the door. Michelle opened the
door and in stepped the man.
He was dressed stylishly in a black dress shirt and matching pants,
he wore no jewelery save for a large, almost gaudy, amulet made of amethist.
The real surprise was when they looked in his eyes, from the angle that
Amara and Michelle could see them they looked violet and his hair was jet
black and about shoulder length as well as put into a short pony tail.
Surprisingly however He was only about five foot ten.
"Is Hotaru here?" He asked his voice was smokey sounding.
"Yes she is. However she'll be a little longer. I'm Michelle and this
is Amara," Michelle replied indicating the glaring blonde.
The young man offered Amara his hand. Hmm, she looks like she's not
happy to see me. he thought "Charmed," He replied.
"I'm sure," Amara growled.
"Now love be nice," Michelle chided. "Please have a seat. Hotaru
will be down shortly."
The man had a seat. Not seeming to be as rattled as he was by Amara's
stare wasn't easy but he tried to weather Amara's icy gaze.
Michelle then decided to break the tension. "So, where did you meet
Hotaru?"
"It was at one of your Art shows. You are quite good and I bought two
of your peices."
"Not, that it matters that you bought paintings," Amara hissed. "I'm
more concerned with making sure you're... honorable."
That drew a laugh from the young man.
"WHAT is so funny?" Amara growled.
"Just that you would doubt my honor. I am most honorable and so are
my intentions toward Hotaru," the man retorted.
"Still there are to be some ground rules laid out," Michelle replied.
"And it'll be very important that you follow these rules," Amara
added.
And it almost looks like she's HOPING I break some of them. "I would
be surprised if there were not, and likewise if there weren't stiff
consequences for breaking them," He said.
"Three rules," hissed Amara. "One: She is to be home no later than
ten. Two: IF she allows you to kiss her there is to be no lip to lip contact.
Three: If she tells either me or Michelle that you've done ANYTHING to hurt
her, I'll..."
"I get the idea," He responded drawing his index finger across his
throat.
Just then Hotaru walked down the stairs in her black low-cut dress
and smiling. Amara looked at this strange man, who seemed to be a thousand
miles away at the moment while his eyes followed Hotaru down the stairs and
into the living room. Hotaru responded with a slight twirl.
"Well? What do you think?" She asked the man with an uncertyain smile.
He glanced at Amara who was silently cracking her knuckles and smiled
genuwinely. "Hotaru, my dear, you are to die for."
"Aww, that's sweet," Michelle said seemingly oblivious to the cracking
knuckles next to her.
"Ready to leave dear?" the man asked.
"Certainly," he answered as he escorted her out the door.
Just then Setsuna walked up the walkway. She nearly bumped into the
couple as they stopped to watch the sun set.
"Oh excuse me!" Setsuna replied then looked closer. "Have we... met
before?"
"Perhaps we have," he said. "I forgot to tell Hotaru's guardians but
my name's James. Perhaps you could...?"
"Yes I could tell them," Setsuna answered. Just then her attention
was brought to the amulet he wore. Or, more accurately what was inside it:
the symbol for Saturn.
James caught what she was looking at and smiled. "Hotaru is in good
hands."
"Yes, I see that. You two have a good evening."
"Thank you," Both he and Hotaru chorused then laughed about it as
they walked to the car.
When she reached the door the stars were starting to come out.
Michelle and Amara were waiting as well.
"I'm not comfortable with our princess going out with a stranger,"
Amara stated.
"He seemed nice to me," Answered Michelle.
"His name was James, or at least that's what he told me just now,"
Setsuna said as her mind went back to a distant time. "She's in good hands.
You need not worry."
"How do you know?" Amara asked the Time Senshi.
Setsuna looked at the sky and then looked at the twinkling light
that was all one can see of the planet Saturn. "Just a hunch. Just a
hunch...."
END