Disclaimer:
Wow, sixteen chapters and two interludes down and I'm STILL not done with this story. I hope you are all enjoying
Hotaru's story. I know I'm having fun writing it. By now you're probably wondering about those Crystal dream things that Somnius is
looking for. I know I am.
I don't own Sailor Moon. That honor belongs to the supreme anime Diva Naoko Takeuchi. Toei animation, DiC (not anymore),
Cloverway and Pioneer have all owned a part of Sailor Moon as well. I don't work for any of these groups so I'm not making any cash from
this work. My only reward is the sadisfaction of writing this wonderful story, and e-mails from the people who read it. This really is a labor
of love for me and i truely hope that you the read enjoy it.
If you haven't noticed yet I use north American names. This is so I don't get confused, I appologize if it annoys anyone. The only
exception is with Setsuna. That's mostly because personally I think whoever decided to call her Trista should be taken out and beaten, that
name is just so....wrong for her.
Hotaru's date part 17
by
Lance the Flamesniper
When James opened the door that evening he was stunned by what he saw. Hotaru, the reason James was stunned, was dressed in a
sleeveless violet turtleneck and a VERY short tan skirt. From the scowl on the face of Amara it was clear she didn't approve. Amara herself was
dressed in black dresspants and a white shirt. Next through the door was Michelle who was clad in a simplistic turquois dress. Finally came Setsuna
who was clad in a violet skirt, white shirt and Vest.
"Wow something smells good! " Hotaru exclaimed as she walked in the door.
James smiled. "It's just a little something I whipped up."
"You whipped up or the Takeout place down the street whipped up?" Amara challenged.
"That I whipped up Amara," James countered. "This evening isn't going to be easy as it is, don't complicate it with fighting, please?"
There was a looked of pained truth in James's eyes that caused Amara to mentally take a step back. He was serious this evening was going to be
difficult to him.
Dinner went surprisingly well with the comments being on how good the soup was, what the recipe was or various other compliments about the
food and drink. In James's mind however he was silently preparing for the conversation he invited them for. he wished he knew more than he did but all he
did know was pretty impressive.
Dinner was over all too quickly and James escourted his guests to a room that had a fireplace overwhich hung a painting he bought not too long ago
of a sunrise over Tokyo Bay. On the lone table in the room was a large file marked medical case history.
"You were going to tell us about your past. Start talking!" Amara said sounding only barely civil.
"Amara dear," Michelle said. "I think that you should calm down a little. I'm sure that all he has to say will come out in good time. Right James?"
"Yes," James began. "Please understand that what I have to say is not easy and in at least one place very vague."
"Why vague?" Hotaru asked.
"You'll see dear Hotaru," James answered. Slowly his words came in short halting sentences. As he talked he watched the faces of his guests. When he
came to the point where he meantioned the headaches and blackouts he saw Hotaru gasp. In her eyes he saw that she understood all too well that problem. At the
point where he told them about the house was destroyed and waking up not remembering what happened Setsuna perked up as if remembering something important
His story quickly ended and the interrogation began.
"So you had blackouts from the time you were ten?" Amara asked.
"Yes, but they ended when I became The Saturn Knight. Or more accurately after I learned that the headaches and blackouts were because my body was able
to contain the powers of Saturn, They'd flare out of control and then after making me passout would blow up T.Vs lightbulbs or any other electrical thing around,"
James's eyes seemed to glow pure amethist as a small swirling cloud of Violet energy with several small specks of sparkling light appeared in front of him.
"Hey! I remember that game! Amara used to play that with me when I was younger. You envision the Solar System at a young age and slowly move it forward..."
"That's Right Hotaru. And it probably saved Amara and Michelle a fortune in lightbulbs and Television sets. This was how I learned to control my powers eventually
the Headaches didn't become so intense that I blacked out and when one started I'd play the game. However I noticed that when it was meantioned that my home was destroyed
and I didn't remember how I noticed Setsuna perk up. That tells me she knows something."
All eyes suddenly turned on Setsuna who now felt as if she wanted to be somewhere else. "I might know something about the house explosion..." She said a bit
sheepishly.
"I see," James Replied.
"Perhaps you'd better explain that," Amara said eyeing the timeless Senshi suspiciously.
"You see, I was the one that gave James his amulet...." Setsuna said.
Wow, sixteen chapters and two interludes down and I'm STILL not done with this story. I hope you are all enjoying
Hotaru's story. I know I'm having fun writing it. By now you're probably wondering about those Crystal dream things that Somnius is
looking for. I know I am.
I don't own Sailor Moon. That honor belongs to the supreme anime Diva Naoko Takeuchi. Toei animation, DiC (not anymore),
Cloverway and Pioneer have all owned a part of Sailor Moon as well. I don't work for any of these groups so I'm not making any cash from
this work. My only reward is the sadisfaction of writing this wonderful story, and e-mails from the people who read it. This really is a labor
of love for me and i truely hope that you the read enjoy it.
If you haven't noticed yet I use north American names. This is so I don't get confused, I appologize if it annoys anyone. The only
exception is with Setsuna. That's mostly because personally I think whoever decided to call her Trista should be taken out and beaten, that
name is just so....wrong for her.
Hotaru's date part 17
by
Lance the Flamesniper
When James opened the door that evening he was stunned by what he saw. Hotaru, the reason James was stunned, was dressed in a
sleeveless violet turtleneck and a VERY short tan skirt. From the scowl on the face of Amara it was clear she didn't approve. Amara herself was
dressed in black dresspants and a white shirt. Next through the door was Michelle who was clad in a simplistic turquois dress. Finally came Setsuna
who was clad in a violet skirt, white shirt and Vest.
"Wow something smells good! " Hotaru exclaimed as she walked in the door.
James smiled. "It's just a little something I whipped up."
"You whipped up or the Takeout place down the street whipped up?" Amara challenged.
"That I whipped up Amara," James countered. "This evening isn't going to be easy as it is, don't complicate it with fighting, please?"
There was a looked of pained truth in James's eyes that caused Amara to mentally take a step back. He was serious this evening was going to be
difficult to him.
Dinner went surprisingly well with the comments being on how good the soup was, what the recipe was or various other compliments about the
food and drink. In James's mind however he was silently preparing for the conversation he invited them for. he wished he knew more than he did but all he
did know was pretty impressive.
Dinner was over all too quickly and James escourted his guests to a room that had a fireplace overwhich hung a painting he bought not too long ago
of a sunrise over Tokyo Bay. On the lone table in the room was a large file marked medical case history.
"You were going to tell us about your past. Start talking!" Amara said sounding only barely civil.
"Amara dear," Michelle said. "I think that you should calm down a little. I'm sure that all he has to say will come out in good time. Right James?"
"Yes," James began. "Please understand that what I have to say is not easy and in at least one place very vague."
"Why vague?" Hotaru asked.
"You'll see dear Hotaru," James answered. Slowly his words came in short halting sentences. As he talked he watched the faces of his guests. When he
came to the point where he meantioned the headaches and blackouts he saw Hotaru gasp. In her eyes he saw that she understood all too well that problem. At the
point where he told them about the house was destroyed and waking up not remembering what happened Setsuna perked up as if remembering something important
His story quickly ended and the interrogation began.
"So you had blackouts from the time you were ten?" Amara asked.
"Yes, but they ended when I became The Saturn Knight. Or more accurately after I learned that the headaches and blackouts were because my body was able
to contain the powers of Saturn, They'd flare out of control and then after making me passout would blow up T.Vs lightbulbs or any other electrical thing around,"
James's eyes seemed to glow pure amethist as a small swirling cloud of Violet energy with several small specks of sparkling light appeared in front of him.
"Hey! I remember that game! Amara used to play that with me when I was younger. You envision the Solar System at a young age and slowly move it forward..."
"That's Right Hotaru. And it probably saved Amara and Michelle a fortune in lightbulbs and Television sets. This was how I learned to control my powers eventually
the Headaches didn't become so intense that I blacked out and when one started I'd play the game. However I noticed that when it was meantioned that my home was destroyed
and I didn't remember how I noticed Setsuna perk up. That tells me she knows something."
All eyes suddenly turned on Setsuna who now felt as if she wanted to be somewhere else. "I might know something about the house explosion..." She said a bit
sheepishly.
"I see," James Replied.
"Perhaps you'd better explain that," Amara said eyeing the timeless Senshi suspiciously.
"You see, I was the one that gave James his amulet...." Setsuna said.