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Michelle reached the car just before it got to the main road. She opened the driver's side door and pulled on the handbrake. She discovered that she was leaning over something - no someone! She looked down and saw Amara as she was about fourteen years ago. 'My god, what the hell has happened here?' Michelle thought. She caught something out of the corner of her eye, and looked over to the passenger side, and there was Trista, also about four years of age.
*** Amara had long hair - which took me by surprise as I had forgotten what she looked like with long hair - she looked so cute. Trista did too, her forest green hair sat just below her shoulders, and was held back by a black band - a style I had never seen her use. All I could do was look at them in awe. Well, they didn't disappear like I thought they had. If I was any slower in getting to the car, or if Amara had gone down the drive at the speed she normally does, they could have both been killed. Both girls wore dresses, something that Amara was forced to do when she was younger. "What're you lookin' at me like that for?" Amara asked, her voice sounded incredibly childish, as a questioning look formed in her teal eyes. All I could do was gape, and then Trista said: "I wanna get out!" and she opened the door, unclipped her seatbelt and got out of the car. I unclipped Amara's belt and picked her up. I switched off the engine and removed the keys. Trista slammed her door, after realising that she wasn't strong enough just to push it shut. I smiled at this and locked the car. "Trista, come here," I beckoned, and I took her hand as she shyly stepped towards me. "How about some dinner girls?" I asked as we began walking up our drive. "Yea!" Amara exclaimed, "Am hungry," She followed. "Me too!" Trista interjected. "Well, what do you want?" I asked. "Umm, ice cream!" Trista said rather enthusiastically. "You can't have that for your dinner!" I laughed as we reached the back door into the kitchen. "What about chicken and salad, then we can go and get some ice cream for dessert?" I reasoned. "Uh huh," Trista said and Amara nodded her head enthusiastically. I put Amara down on the floor and let go of Trista's hand. "Wait here a minute." I told them as I walked to the bottom of the stairs. "Hotaru!" I yelled, "Come here quick!" "Yeah, Michelle?" She called as she left her room.
*** I left my room and started down the stairs towards Michelle. As I walked into the kitchen I was totally shocked to see Amara and Trista standing there both about four years of age. "It must have been when the youma hit them earlier on." Michelle told me. "Do you think we should go and see Amy and Dr Mizuno tomorrow about it?" She asked. "Yeah, I do, but what are we going to tell her, she doesn't know we're senshi?" I asked. "Umm, well, we could say that we were in the park and that the youma appeared and got them before the Sailor Senshi arrived to take care of it. I'm sure that Amy would go along with the story, after all, it is nearly the truth." Michelle certainly had this sussed. She didn't like to lie to people, but she knew she couldn't very well go and reveal our identities to anyone. "We also need to go and get some clothes for them," I said, remembering that we didn't have any of mine anymore after we decided to have a clearout one day. "You do know Amara doesn't like shopping," Michelle countered. "She might like it better if she gets some choice of what clothes she can have, and Trista'll love the chance to go shopping." I answered. We both looked back at the girls who were talking animatedly about monsters and cars and animals, and other things that four year olds tend to talk about.
An hour later.
Michelle pulled Amara's car back up the drive while Hotaru tried to ready the girls to go shopping. Amara had managed to get ice cream all over her face, but precautions were taken to keep her dress clean, seeing it was the only outfit she had at the moment. The small wind senshi had managed to escape Hotaru who had a cloth to clean the ice cream off of her, and was running around the house yelling 'catch me if you can!' while Trista laughed which inevitably provoked Amara to yell louder and run faster. Michelle re-entered the house with an idea how to get Amara to come back to them. "Hey Amara!" She called. "You want some more ice cream?" "Yeah!" Came the instantaneous reply. "Come here and sit down at the table nicely then!" She did that, and Trista did too, in the hope of another helping of dessert. Michelle grabbed a damp cloth and preceded to clean Amara's dirty face. Amara screwed her face up, and said "That's not ice cream!" "I'll get you some later, after we go and pick you out some new clothes at the mall." Michelle said. Hotaru grinned, waiting for protest, but with the promise of ice cream there was none. "Yay, shopping AND ice cream!" Trista yelled happily. "Come and get your face cleaned first then!" Hotaru said, trying to get to Trista with the damp cloth. Trista squirmed too, but eventually they had two clean girls. Amara and Trista were loaded into the backseat of Amara's car, which had just been insured for Michelle as long as she promised there were going to be no scratches. Michelle drove to the mall (with a chorus of 'are we nearly there yet' originating from the backseat), and managed to drag Amara in with the reminder of the ice cream at home. Trista on the other hand was dragging Hotaru in to the mall. Both girls picked out PJ's and clothes that they would like to wear. Each time a dress was pulled out, Amara made a face and said 'yuk!' even though she knew that they weren't for her. Finally, both girls had outfits to do them for a while, plus all of the essentials , and they left the mall just before it closed. As soon as we arrived in the door, Amara and Trista begun to remind us about ice cream, and as they had both been good, I decided to give them chocolate ice cream while Hotaru unpacked the shopping and ran a bath for them. Both girls managed to get absolutely covered in the sweet sticky chocolate stuff, so the were put in the bath - which was one of the worst ideas I have had in my entire life. Normally, being the water senshi, I wouldn't mind getting soaked - but this was more than your average soaking. The whole bathroom was almost flooded, and there were two soaking wet, naked four year olds somewhere in our house. I managed to catch them, get them dried and their teeth cleaned, but it was extremely stressful. Finally we got PJ's on both the girls and got them into their beds, hoping that they would sleep after wearing themselves out. They sure had become a lot less shy in the few hours that they had been children. Thankfully, both of the girls fell asleep, leaving Hotaru and I with a huge mess to clear up.
Okay, I know that this is pretty strange and weird, but hey, my imagination is weird! Sorry the characters are OOC! Please please review; feedback is greatly appreciated (and it might bring faster updates!) Thanks, Amara, xxx
Michelle reached the car just before it got to the main road. She opened the driver's side door and pulled on the handbrake. She discovered that she was leaning over something - no someone! She looked down and saw Amara as she was about fourteen years ago. 'My god, what the hell has happened here?' Michelle thought. She caught something out of the corner of her eye, and looked over to the passenger side, and there was Trista, also about four years of age.
*** Amara had long hair - which took me by surprise as I had forgotten what she looked like with long hair - she looked so cute. Trista did too, her forest green hair sat just below her shoulders, and was held back by a black band - a style I had never seen her use. All I could do was look at them in awe. Well, they didn't disappear like I thought they had. If I was any slower in getting to the car, or if Amara had gone down the drive at the speed she normally does, they could have both been killed. Both girls wore dresses, something that Amara was forced to do when she was younger. "What're you lookin' at me like that for?" Amara asked, her voice sounded incredibly childish, as a questioning look formed in her teal eyes. All I could do was gape, and then Trista said: "I wanna get out!" and she opened the door, unclipped her seatbelt and got out of the car. I unclipped Amara's belt and picked her up. I switched off the engine and removed the keys. Trista slammed her door, after realising that she wasn't strong enough just to push it shut. I smiled at this and locked the car. "Trista, come here," I beckoned, and I took her hand as she shyly stepped towards me. "How about some dinner girls?" I asked as we began walking up our drive. "Yea!" Amara exclaimed, "Am hungry," She followed. "Me too!" Trista interjected. "Well, what do you want?" I asked. "Umm, ice cream!" Trista said rather enthusiastically. "You can't have that for your dinner!" I laughed as we reached the back door into the kitchen. "What about chicken and salad, then we can go and get some ice cream for dessert?" I reasoned. "Uh huh," Trista said and Amara nodded her head enthusiastically. I put Amara down on the floor and let go of Trista's hand. "Wait here a minute." I told them as I walked to the bottom of the stairs. "Hotaru!" I yelled, "Come here quick!" "Yeah, Michelle?" She called as she left her room.
*** I left my room and started down the stairs towards Michelle. As I walked into the kitchen I was totally shocked to see Amara and Trista standing there both about four years of age. "It must have been when the youma hit them earlier on." Michelle told me. "Do you think we should go and see Amy and Dr Mizuno tomorrow about it?" She asked. "Yeah, I do, but what are we going to tell her, she doesn't know we're senshi?" I asked. "Umm, well, we could say that we were in the park and that the youma appeared and got them before the Sailor Senshi arrived to take care of it. I'm sure that Amy would go along with the story, after all, it is nearly the truth." Michelle certainly had this sussed. She didn't like to lie to people, but she knew she couldn't very well go and reveal our identities to anyone. "We also need to go and get some clothes for them," I said, remembering that we didn't have any of mine anymore after we decided to have a clearout one day. "You do know Amara doesn't like shopping," Michelle countered. "She might like it better if she gets some choice of what clothes she can have, and Trista'll love the chance to go shopping." I answered. We both looked back at the girls who were talking animatedly about monsters and cars and animals, and other things that four year olds tend to talk about.
An hour later.
Michelle pulled Amara's car back up the drive while Hotaru tried to ready the girls to go shopping. Amara had managed to get ice cream all over her face, but precautions were taken to keep her dress clean, seeing it was the only outfit she had at the moment. The small wind senshi had managed to escape Hotaru who had a cloth to clean the ice cream off of her, and was running around the house yelling 'catch me if you can!' while Trista laughed which inevitably provoked Amara to yell louder and run faster. Michelle re-entered the house with an idea how to get Amara to come back to them. "Hey Amara!" She called. "You want some more ice cream?" "Yeah!" Came the instantaneous reply. "Come here and sit down at the table nicely then!" She did that, and Trista did too, in the hope of another helping of dessert. Michelle grabbed a damp cloth and preceded to clean Amara's dirty face. Amara screwed her face up, and said "That's not ice cream!" "I'll get you some later, after we go and pick you out some new clothes at the mall." Michelle said. Hotaru grinned, waiting for protest, but with the promise of ice cream there was none. "Yay, shopping AND ice cream!" Trista yelled happily. "Come and get your face cleaned first then!" Hotaru said, trying to get to Trista with the damp cloth. Trista squirmed too, but eventually they had two clean girls. Amara and Trista were loaded into the backseat of Amara's car, which had just been insured for Michelle as long as she promised there were going to be no scratches. Michelle drove to the mall (with a chorus of 'are we nearly there yet' originating from the backseat), and managed to drag Amara in with the reminder of the ice cream at home. Trista on the other hand was dragging Hotaru in to the mall. Both girls picked out PJ's and clothes that they would like to wear. Each time a dress was pulled out, Amara made a face and said 'yuk!' even though she knew that they weren't for her. Finally, both girls had outfits to do them for a while, plus all of the essentials , and they left the mall just before it closed. As soon as we arrived in the door, Amara and Trista begun to remind us about ice cream, and as they had both been good, I decided to give them chocolate ice cream while Hotaru unpacked the shopping and ran a bath for them. Both girls managed to get absolutely covered in the sweet sticky chocolate stuff, so the were put in the bath - which was one of the worst ideas I have had in my entire life. Normally, being the water senshi, I wouldn't mind getting soaked - but this was more than your average soaking. The whole bathroom was almost flooded, and there were two soaking wet, naked four year olds somewhere in our house. I managed to catch them, get them dried and their teeth cleaned, but it was extremely stressful. Finally we got PJ's on both the girls and got them into their beds, hoping that they would sleep after wearing themselves out. They sure had become a lot less shy in the few hours that they had been children. Thankfully, both of the girls fell asleep, leaving Hotaru and I with a huge mess to clear up.
Okay, I know that this is pretty strange and weird, but hey, my imagination is weird! Sorry the characters are OOC! Please please review; feedback is greatly appreciated (and it might bring faster updates!) Thanks, Amara, xxx