I know. I could have updated much sooner. And it wasn't because I was
writing a story no one would read. (Tenchi fans, please read. I want a
feeling of success.) And so I'm going to try and make this one long, but
knowing me. It's going to be shorter then I want it to be so it can be
posted sooner. (Oh, don't expect many updates until late June. We've been
packed down with school work. -and I'm feeling remarkably lazy with this
story- I've got my SAT testing coming up and, well I'm all around a tired
girl with 'strange sleeping habits' aka, insomnia.)
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Flirtatious: Uhh… yeah, I know, I said I wasn't lazy. But we all know I am. That's the only cause I never update. Okay. Puar, it's just a story! Yamcha didn't really die… well he did in this story. ^^ hehe, okay…?
KokushibyouOni: -puts on dumb bunny face- Ryoko…-shakes head in disappointment- You… you think they were killed for not going to the bar? Ryoko… this doesn't really have much to do with BARS! I only have one thing to say to you Koku, cut down on your Dr. Pepper. Okay? -smirks at Momo- that wasn't very nice Momo.
Firefly The Dancing Author: hmm… I guess that's an okay reason to change your name… I'm NOT stealing your ideas! -least from what I is aware- (And does a muse EVER want to be around anyone?
Misty-chan: Oh make me feel loved. But I guess I deserve it. I haven't been updating. Or reading much for that matter hehe. And I would NEVER say Trunks is gay! Kami! I'm planning on marrying him some day. Hotaru doesn't like him. He's always coming over. She's a maid. She doesn't have to like anyone. ^^ I would NEVER say he's gay! Mahikari… Don't hurt me! I know! I should have updated sooner! But I'm a loser! Leave me alone! I get reminded enough at school (that I'm a loser of course, and that I need to be more responsible, and that all guys in 7th grade are jerks, even your guy friends. [Whom you have EVERY class with] Says he doesn't know your name… err O.o Right.)
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Oh, and one more thing. I lied.
*~*~*~*~*~
Usagi walked into the office late the next afternoon. "Trista," she said as she opened the door. Trista nodded her in. She quickly sat in the chair. "Trista, I can't do this. We need to stop everything that's going on."
"I agree Miss Chiba, what do you have in mind."
"I would like to request permission to search Serena's house with Goten and Haruka."
Trista stared at her a moment then looked back at some papers on her desk. "May I ask why?"
"I would like to see if there are any clues we could go by as to finding out who killed my family."
Trista nodded. "You'll have full authority over the search. You may pick who you would like on the team, but, you must bring Trunks along with you."
Usagi growled. "Trista! He's so annoying! I can't work with him there!"
Trista raised her eyebrows. "Usagi, you need to have an authorized detective with you. Understood. If you refuse to work with him, you won't get your request."
Usagi sighed and walked out of the room. As she closed the door she yelled. "Trista, I'm taking him."
Trista smiled. "Thought so." She whispered under her breath smiling.
*~*~*~*~*~
Usagi walked into the small office, she sighed. "Come on Vejjita, you're coming with me, Goten and my old friend Amara, we're going to the apartments again."
Trunks looked up. 'Demanding,' he thought to himself. "Alright, when do we leave."
"Five minutes."
He nodded as she walked out of the room.
*~*~*~*~*~
Goten heard Usagi talking to Trunks in the room next door. She walked into the room where he stood grumbling under her breath. "Goten, we're going over to Serena's apartment. Come on, get Haruka for me."
"Haruka?"
"Hai, she's good at spotting things." She picked up a bag and walked out of the room. "Four minutes, Goten."
*~*~*~*~*~
They opened up the apartment door carefully. Haruka quickly set to work in the small drawers next to the bed. Trunks walked around suspiciously, making Usagi rather nervous. Goten walked to the window, and stopped when he found the one where he saw the shadow.
Haruka silently called Usagi over to the desk, handing her a book. Usagi took it carefully and sat on the edge of the bed. She knew she shouldn't look in her mother's Journal. But any normal child would, right? She opened it up and read the first three words.
Trunks shot a quick glance at her. She glared in return. And placed the book in her hand bag. She promised herself she would look through it later that night.
As the night came to an end, their small search remained useless. They found nothing leading them past what they already knew.
Usagi sighed, this was supposed to help. Why wasn't it? Maybe, maybe there was something in this book. She gently pat her bag as the others walked to the door.
Haruka and Trunks walked out, talking about some other small things that were going on in their lives. Goten waited silently for Usagi. She walked up to him and nodded. "Thanks for coming along Goten." He nodded.
"You going to be alright driving home? You look like you're going to fall asleep any moment." She waved her hand through the air as she walked out.
"I'll be fine, Goten. I'm sure you have better things to do then to drive me home tonight." She smiled, he quickly locked the door and shoved the key in his pocket.
"I guess. But if something's wrong, I want you to page me, okay?"
She smiled and nodded. "I will. Now go find a good bar or something." Goten smiled and nodded as she walked ahead of him on the cool white steps.
"I've got plans."
She stopped and turned around, "You, plans?" He nodded nervously. She only smiled. "With a girl?" He shook his head, no. "With a GUY?" He quickly shook his head no. "Alright, don't get too drunk, okay?" He nodded again and she turned and walked down to the parking lot. She got into her car, and drove off in somewhat of a rush.
"That girl." Goten said to himself as he shook his head, approaching his car. He looked down the dark street. A street lamp lit up the small corner where a short man stood. He peered closer, there was another man, somewhat hidden in the shadow of his own dark clothes, standing next to the shorter man. He looked closer. They seemed to be discussing something. Slowly, a nervous bubbling feeling grew in his head. Grabbing his forehead, Goten pushed his way to his car.
He knew that man. The tall man, in the dark clothes. He was that man from the bar, the man he was supposed to meet last night. Goten hit his forehead. He always seemed to let small things slip his mind when he was around Usagi. It was a small price to pay for the company of such a wonderful woman. What would the man do though? Would he not tell him about what he knew? If he knew anything at all that was. Wait! Who was that man next to him? Was he a part of this whole thing?
He slowly and silently closed the car door. He bent down. What to do…
*~*~*~*~*~
Usagi lay down in the bed, she fingered the book with great care. She pulled her hair out of her braid and ran her fingers through it. She opened the book. Her mother's lacy, yet sloppy writing, filled the pages.
As Usagi looked through, she saw little rabbits, moons, and stars filled every page where it seemed her mother couldn't find the words to explain something, but didn't quite want to stop writing.
"*Writing is my only escape from this curse. It takes no abilities which are out of a normal person's reach of grabbing. Writing is simple. The pen seems to have become a part of my body, sure, as a youth I didn't have great spelling, and I still might not. But I can only hope that the right person finds all this. I wonder what my daughter would think if she found out. She might have been cursed as well.*
*But I don't really find it to be a curse anymore. I find anyone who doesn't have the ability, is cursed. Maybe after living with it since I was a teen made it easier----*"
Usagi flipped the page quickly. "What curse!" She yelled, she read a few more pages, but could find nothing about what it was. "My god!" She growled in frustration, "Why couldn't she be more clear?" She sighed and leaned back in the bed, her eyes closed. "What if…" she muttered as she closed the book. "No, that's just pure stupid." She muttered another curse under her breath and pulled the switch on her small lamp.
"I'll finish in the morning." She placed the book on her night stand and quickly looked to make sure the doors and windows were locked. After confirming this, she lay down and closed her eyes, trying to fall into a peaceful sleep.
*~*~*~*~*~
Haruka walked into her large apartment. She took off her jacket and hung it on the rack. She looked into the kitchen. The blue light of a TV came through, she heard the tea kettle on the stove whistling softly. There was a loud bang followed by an "OOFH!" and then another loud bang. Haruka walked into the kitchen after throwing her boots next to a pair of black high-heels. "Michiru, you okay."
"Uh-huh, I just slipped." A woman with blue-aqua hair peeked up from over the island smiling.
Haruka laughed, "Did you fall off that chair again? I told you, we need chairs with backs."
Michiru laughed and climbed back into her chair. "I know, but these ones compliment the island so well…" she smiled and looked back to the TV for a moment. "So how was it?"
Haruka shrugged. "Usagi found a little something, but it wasn't something that we could use to help us."
"Oh, well are you going into work tomorrow?" Haruka shook her head. "Oh, well, I thought we could go to that new restaurant down at the block for some lunch, you up for it?" Haruka smiled and nodded. "Alright then."
"Anything on the news?"
Michiru shook her head. "I wasn't watching the news, it just came on. I was watching one of those police programs where they take you on weird events and they solve the case."
"Oh," Haruka sighed as she climbed into the seat next to Michiru. "What was it about today?"
"Just a bunch of stuff. It wasn't any good."
"Oh," Haruka said as she popped open a bag of chips. "I'm going to head off to bed in a bit."
Michiru only nodded. Haruka got up and walked out of the room. Michiru turned her head and watched as she walked into the bathroom, shutting the door softly. Michiru sighed. 'Why is she so… stressed out?'
*~*~*~*~*~*~
They sat at the bar talking softly. They didn't want anyone to hear what they were talking about. "I've got it all under control." The first person said. "You don't need to worry about him, I've got it all under control."
"I need to find that book! It had all her secrets about it in there!"
"Book?"
"Yes, book, you idiot! I need that book! We can't," The second person's eyes shifted nervously to the side, and over to a man with lilac hair, who was watching the TV with little interest, taking a sip from his beer every so often. The second man lowered his head and looked into his cup, whispering now he said, "We can't let anyone find that book, I need that book."
The first person nodded. "I get it. I'll find the book."
The man looked at his companion. "You'd better." He pushed himself away from the bar. He picked up his glass and swallowed the rest quickly. "You'd better not screw this up, my friend, or there, might be a few… uh… let's say 'unfortunate events' might follow." The first person nodded. "Good. I'll see you tomorrow, at the pier."
The first man nodded. "Okay, I'll be there."
"Midnight, don't be early, don't be late. Don't let anyone follow." With that, the man turned and left the bar.
*~*~*~*~*~
To any person prepared to enter with respect into the realm of his great and universal ignorance, the secrets of being will eventually unfold, and they will do so in a measure according to his freedom from natural and indoctrinated shame in respect of their revelation.
In the face of the strong and indeed violent social pressure against it, few people have been prepared to take this simple satisfying course towards sanity.
--- G. Spencer Brown, Laws of Form
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Well that should be enough! ^^ for now at least. I'm getting started on the next chapter, right away. There won't be any more stalls like this, if can be helped. So just wish me luck with this idea. And sorry if you've just gotten extremely confused. Oh, and yes, Trunks was the man at the bar, but he won't remember any of that, I'll explain it later, but you needed to know that. All right, and I don't own Dragon Ball Z, Sailor Moon, or G. Spencer Brown or his wonderful quote which I found in my book. ^^ Alright, go review! And what do you think of the name, Saru-san, NO, NO, NO! I'm not changing my name from Princess of the Monkeys, that's staying, it's just, I need something shorter to write in some areas, Miss Monkey seems to fit just fine. ^^ Alright, go review! And wish me and happy birthday cause it's in two days, and I'm going to be…
A teenager!!
-gasp- Freaky, I know. It's like they'll let anyone be a teenager these days! Hehe, I was just kidding by the way, ^^ ja ne.
"I'm a liar!! MUAHAHA!!"
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Flirtatious: Uhh… yeah, I know, I said I wasn't lazy. But we all know I am. That's the only cause I never update. Okay. Puar, it's just a story! Yamcha didn't really die… well he did in this story. ^^ hehe, okay…?
KokushibyouOni: -puts on dumb bunny face- Ryoko…-shakes head in disappointment- You… you think they were killed for not going to the bar? Ryoko… this doesn't really have much to do with BARS! I only have one thing to say to you Koku, cut down on your Dr. Pepper. Okay? -smirks at Momo- that wasn't very nice Momo.
Firefly The Dancing Author: hmm… I guess that's an okay reason to change your name… I'm NOT stealing your ideas! -least from what I is aware- (And does a muse EVER want to be around anyone?
Misty-chan: Oh make me feel loved. But I guess I deserve it. I haven't been updating. Or reading much for that matter hehe. And I would NEVER say Trunks is gay! Kami! I'm planning on marrying him some day. Hotaru doesn't like him. He's always coming over. She's a maid. She doesn't have to like anyone. ^^ I would NEVER say he's gay! Mahikari… Don't hurt me! I know! I should have updated sooner! But I'm a loser! Leave me alone! I get reminded enough at school (that I'm a loser of course, and that I need to be more responsible, and that all guys in 7th grade are jerks, even your guy friends. [Whom you have EVERY class with] Says he doesn't know your name… err O.o Right.)
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Oh, and one more thing. I lied.
*~*~*~*~*~
Usagi walked into the office late the next afternoon. "Trista," she said as she opened the door. Trista nodded her in. She quickly sat in the chair. "Trista, I can't do this. We need to stop everything that's going on."
"I agree Miss Chiba, what do you have in mind."
"I would like to request permission to search Serena's house with Goten and Haruka."
Trista stared at her a moment then looked back at some papers on her desk. "May I ask why?"
"I would like to see if there are any clues we could go by as to finding out who killed my family."
Trista nodded. "You'll have full authority over the search. You may pick who you would like on the team, but, you must bring Trunks along with you."
Usagi growled. "Trista! He's so annoying! I can't work with him there!"
Trista raised her eyebrows. "Usagi, you need to have an authorized detective with you. Understood. If you refuse to work with him, you won't get your request."
Usagi sighed and walked out of the room. As she closed the door she yelled. "Trista, I'm taking him."
Trista smiled. "Thought so." She whispered under her breath smiling.
*~*~*~*~*~
Usagi walked into the small office, she sighed. "Come on Vejjita, you're coming with me, Goten and my old friend Amara, we're going to the apartments again."
Trunks looked up. 'Demanding,' he thought to himself. "Alright, when do we leave."
"Five minutes."
He nodded as she walked out of the room.
*~*~*~*~*~
Goten heard Usagi talking to Trunks in the room next door. She walked into the room where he stood grumbling under her breath. "Goten, we're going over to Serena's apartment. Come on, get Haruka for me."
"Haruka?"
"Hai, she's good at spotting things." She picked up a bag and walked out of the room. "Four minutes, Goten."
*~*~*~*~*~
They opened up the apartment door carefully. Haruka quickly set to work in the small drawers next to the bed. Trunks walked around suspiciously, making Usagi rather nervous. Goten walked to the window, and stopped when he found the one where he saw the shadow.
Haruka silently called Usagi over to the desk, handing her a book. Usagi took it carefully and sat on the edge of the bed. She knew she shouldn't look in her mother's Journal. But any normal child would, right? She opened it up and read the first three words.
Trunks shot a quick glance at her. She glared in return. And placed the book in her hand bag. She promised herself she would look through it later that night.
As the night came to an end, their small search remained useless. They found nothing leading them past what they already knew.
Usagi sighed, this was supposed to help. Why wasn't it? Maybe, maybe there was something in this book. She gently pat her bag as the others walked to the door.
Haruka and Trunks walked out, talking about some other small things that were going on in their lives. Goten waited silently for Usagi. She walked up to him and nodded. "Thanks for coming along Goten." He nodded.
"You going to be alright driving home? You look like you're going to fall asleep any moment." She waved her hand through the air as she walked out.
"I'll be fine, Goten. I'm sure you have better things to do then to drive me home tonight." She smiled, he quickly locked the door and shoved the key in his pocket.
"I guess. But if something's wrong, I want you to page me, okay?"
She smiled and nodded. "I will. Now go find a good bar or something." Goten smiled and nodded as she walked ahead of him on the cool white steps.
"I've got plans."
She stopped and turned around, "You, plans?" He nodded nervously. She only smiled. "With a girl?" He shook his head, no. "With a GUY?" He quickly shook his head no. "Alright, don't get too drunk, okay?" He nodded again and she turned and walked down to the parking lot. She got into her car, and drove off in somewhat of a rush.
"That girl." Goten said to himself as he shook his head, approaching his car. He looked down the dark street. A street lamp lit up the small corner where a short man stood. He peered closer, there was another man, somewhat hidden in the shadow of his own dark clothes, standing next to the shorter man. He looked closer. They seemed to be discussing something. Slowly, a nervous bubbling feeling grew in his head. Grabbing his forehead, Goten pushed his way to his car.
He knew that man. The tall man, in the dark clothes. He was that man from the bar, the man he was supposed to meet last night. Goten hit his forehead. He always seemed to let small things slip his mind when he was around Usagi. It was a small price to pay for the company of such a wonderful woman. What would the man do though? Would he not tell him about what he knew? If he knew anything at all that was. Wait! Who was that man next to him? Was he a part of this whole thing?
He slowly and silently closed the car door. He bent down. What to do…
*~*~*~*~*~
Usagi lay down in the bed, she fingered the book with great care. She pulled her hair out of her braid and ran her fingers through it. She opened the book. Her mother's lacy, yet sloppy writing, filled the pages.
As Usagi looked through, she saw little rabbits, moons, and stars filled every page where it seemed her mother couldn't find the words to explain something, but didn't quite want to stop writing.
"*Writing is my only escape from this curse. It takes no abilities which are out of a normal person's reach of grabbing. Writing is simple. The pen seems to have become a part of my body, sure, as a youth I didn't have great spelling, and I still might not. But I can only hope that the right person finds all this. I wonder what my daughter would think if she found out. She might have been cursed as well.*
*But I don't really find it to be a curse anymore. I find anyone who doesn't have the ability, is cursed. Maybe after living with it since I was a teen made it easier----*"
Usagi flipped the page quickly. "What curse!" She yelled, she read a few more pages, but could find nothing about what it was. "My god!" She growled in frustration, "Why couldn't she be more clear?" She sighed and leaned back in the bed, her eyes closed. "What if…" she muttered as she closed the book. "No, that's just pure stupid." She muttered another curse under her breath and pulled the switch on her small lamp.
"I'll finish in the morning." She placed the book on her night stand and quickly looked to make sure the doors and windows were locked. After confirming this, she lay down and closed her eyes, trying to fall into a peaceful sleep.
*~*~*~*~*~
Haruka walked into her large apartment. She took off her jacket and hung it on the rack. She looked into the kitchen. The blue light of a TV came through, she heard the tea kettle on the stove whistling softly. There was a loud bang followed by an "OOFH!" and then another loud bang. Haruka walked into the kitchen after throwing her boots next to a pair of black high-heels. "Michiru, you okay."
"Uh-huh, I just slipped." A woman with blue-aqua hair peeked up from over the island smiling.
Haruka laughed, "Did you fall off that chair again? I told you, we need chairs with backs."
Michiru laughed and climbed back into her chair. "I know, but these ones compliment the island so well…" she smiled and looked back to the TV for a moment. "So how was it?"
Haruka shrugged. "Usagi found a little something, but it wasn't something that we could use to help us."
"Oh, well are you going into work tomorrow?" Haruka shook her head. "Oh, well, I thought we could go to that new restaurant down at the block for some lunch, you up for it?" Haruka smiled and nodded. "Alright then."
"Anything on the news?"
Michiru shook her head. "I wasn't watching the news, it just came on. I was watching one of those police programs where they take you on weird events and they solve the case."
"Oh," Haruka sighed as she climbed into the seat next to Michiru. "What was it about today?"
"Just a bunch of stuff. It wasn't any good."
"Oh," Haruka said as she popped open a bag of chips. "I'm going to head off to bed in a bit."
Michiru only nodded. Haruka got up and walked out of the room. Michiru turned her head and watched as she walked into the bathroom, shutting the door softly. Michiru sighed. 'Why is she so… stressed out?'
*~*~*~*~*~*~
They sat at the bar talking softly. They didn't want anyone to hear what they were talking about. "I've got it all under control." The first person said. "You don't need to worry about him, I've got it all under control."
"I need to find that book! It had all her secrets about it in there!"
"Book?"
"Yes, book, you idiot! I need that book! We can't," The second person's eyes shifted nervously to the side, and over to a man with lilac hair, who was watching the TV with little interest, taking a sip from his beer every so often. The second man lowered his head and looked into his cup, whispering now he said, "We can't let anyone find that book, I need that book."
The first person nodded. "I get it. I'll find the book."
The man looked at his companion. "You'd better." He pushed himself away from the bar. He picked up his glass and swallowed the rest quickly. "You'd better not screw this up, my friend, or there, might be a few… uh… let's say 'unfortunate events' might follow." The first person nodded. "Good. I'll see you tomorrow, at the pier."
The first man nodded. "Okay, I'll be there."
"Midnight, don't be early, don't be late. Don't let anyone follow." With that, the man turned and left the bar.
*~*~*~*~*~
To any person prepared to enter with respect into the realm of his great and universal ignorance, the secrets of being will eventually unfold, and they will do so in a measure according to his freedom from natural and indoctrinated shame in respect of their revelation.
In the face of the strong and indeed violent social pressure against it, few people have been prepared to take this simple satisfying course towards sanity.
--- G. Spencer Brown, Laws of Form
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Well that should be enough! ^^ for now at least. I'm getting started on the next chapter, right away. There won't be any more stalls like this, if can be helped. So just wish me luck with this idea. And sorry if you've just gotten extremely confused. Oh, and yes, Trunks was the man at the bar, but he won't remember any of that, I'll explain it later, but you needed to know that. All right, and I don't own Dragon Ball Z, Sailor Moon, or G. Spencer Brown or his wonderful quote which I found in my book. ^^ Alright, go review! And what do you think of the name, Saru-san, NO, NO, NO! I'm not changing my name from Princess of the Monkeys, that's staying, it's just, I need something shorter to write in some areas, Miss Monkey seems to fit just fine. ^^ Alright, go review! And wish me and happy birthday cause it's in two days, and I'm going to be…
A teenager!!
-gasp- Freaky, I know. It's like they'll let anyone be a teenager these days! Hehe, I was just kidding by the way, ^^ ja ne.
"I'm a liar!! MUAHAHA!!"