Juuchan - There's a problem in the original, Bishoujo Senshi Seeramuun
Anime. Naru and Usagi are "best friends", but in the first episode,
Naru is introducing Usagi to her mom for the first time. So, not
nessicarily have they been friends for a long period of time (explains
how she can switch from Naru to Ami so quickly, ne?) Anyways, the eight
years prior thing would slate Naru as ten years old, or about the time
I figure she was adopted. Afterall, she wasn't put up for adoption
until after her empathy and healing talents manifested, which didn't
happen until she was a bit older, and not looking at her parents to fix
all her "boo-boos". *shrugs* Timelines, always confusing, ne?
Adyen, me too! I love Saturn. She's my favorite character-- the Soldier
of Destruction, Goddess of Death. Mmmmmmm. ^_____^
True Identity
Chapter Eighteen: Combined
Li Xiang
"What do we do _now_?" pondered the Saotome, "wait for them to come
back?"
"It's almost six," Oz pointed out, "we might as well just start our
day."
Farfello was still glaring at the wall, half pouting, as he had missed
his chance to cause some bloodshed. He only moved after Ranma hooked
his arms around Farf's neck, and half dragged the man away.
Half dragged, because halfway to Ranma's room, Farfello took over,
dragging his purring pet after him. Oz and Yohji watched this with
equal amounts of envy and disquiet. They were envious because neither
was with their own mates-- Oz's having thrown him out, and Yohji's
having just walked through a wall-- and disquiet because they both knew
full well what was about to happen behind the closed door.
Ranma and Jei were about to have some fun-- the sadomasochistic type of
fun.
Shaking his head, Oz disappeared, probably to tune his guitar, and
Yohji was left with the task of cooking the House breakfast.
/You could always let Kenken do it,/ came the oh-so-_annoying_ mental
voice of a certain redheaded German. Yohji acknowledged the idea, even
as he went to prepare the food.
/C'mon, Kudou, let Ken do it!/
/You got a reason for wanting him too...?/ wondered the playboy. The
image 'downloaded' into his brain was unexpected. He really, truly,
never-ever-_ever_ wanted to see Ken cooking breakfast in only a pink
frilly apron, /Oh-kay, I asked for that./
/Right you did./
/I'm still not wanting to see that ever again,/ Yohji responded dryly
to the unasked question, /Make sure you leave me out of your sick
little fantasies next time. And _I'm_ making breakfast today, just
because of that image./
/Awwwwww..../
---
Fujimiya Aya-- the female one-- stretched as she pulled herself back to
consciousness. Yawning, she scratched at the back of her skull, then
stood up.
Her wobbling legs convinced her that she needed to sit down again. She
took the quickest route to the floor-- she collapsed. Upon picking her
face up off of the hardwood floor-- and waiting for the stars to
clear-- Aya-chan took a look around.
Large picture window, with pale blue curtains, western-style bed with
navy comforter and neon blue sheets were behind her. A plain oak
dresser, and an open, but empty closet were to her right. Blinking away
the unfamiliarness of her surroundings, the sixteen year old recalled
the events of the night prior.
"Oh! I'm at Yuki's parent's home!"
"Actually, it's just mom's," came Yuki's cheerful voice, "She's in the
middle of divorcing the old fool, so she'll get the house in the end."
"Your parents are getting divorced? Why?!" Aya sounded stunned--
obviously, she'd never heard of the 'old fool's' stunts over the years.
Yuki dropped herself onto the floor beside the younger teenager, "When
I was only a couple days old, he sold me to a man named Bane. Bane
raised me, til I killed him, to take over his art. On top of that,
Oyagi sold my little brother on multiple occasions into marriage."
"...you're kidding."
"Nope," Yuki smirked a bit, "Any ways, Mom says breakfast is ready. Can
you stand?"
"Yeah, but I can't walk," she grumbled-- then let out a yelp as Yuki
swung the girl up into her arms.
"Well then, Milady, I'll just have to carry you!"
For the first time in years, the giggling of teenaged girls filled the
Saotome Ancestral home.
---
Pain...
It hurt so much...
Meiou Setsuna let out another soundless scream as she clawed
frantically at the Gates of Time. She could see nothing, eyes glazed in
pain as a primevil instinct took over, told her something was missing.
Had she been coherent, she'd have recognized the pain for what it was.
For generations upon generations, the stations of death, rebirth, and
time had been shared between Pluto and Saturn. The constant drain of
the power split between the two had prevented the arguably most
powerful Senshi from going stark raving bonkers.
Sailor Pluto was learning what it felt like to have death and rebirth
ripped away from her, although the connection between Time and Saturn
still kept strong.
But it hurt, like a thousand deaths.
And it rendered Setsuna to little more that a clawing, screaming,
spitting animal that knows something is horribly wrong.
---
I... I... I am...
Who am I...?
Tomoe Hotaru, Sailorsaturn...?
Osaka Naru, healer, empath...?
Both... neither?
This was... this was so terribly confusing. She knew she was one
person, but she'd been one person in two bodies. One being living two
lives. But now she was two people in one body. Two sets of completely
different memories. Memories that were merging and twisting, just as
her form was... who was she?
No... I know who I am...
I am not Tomoe.
I am not Osaka.
I am... Destruction, and Death I am Creation and Rebirth.
I am... Erika. I am Vengeance.
I am...
... Rache.
---
Sorceress Tendou Nabiki was leaning over Rache, checking her vitals to
ensure she had not killed Yohji's girlfriend. She had changed,
physically at the lead. Reddish-brown hair had become an ebony
highlighted vibrant reddish-orange, not unlike her brother's own wild
locks.
She was slighter in form, but she had not lost any of her musculature.
She looked, surprisingly, a bit older, as though the separation of
Light and Dark, Yin and Yang, had prevented her from reaching full
maturity.
As Nabiki drew back, Rache's eyes fluttered open, and another change
became evident. Her emerald eyes were still a sharp green, but flecks
of violet flickered about them, shimmering and shining like crystals.
"Nabiki?" well, thought the Sorceress, at least her voice had not
changed.
"How do you feel, Rache?"
"Like I got run over by a tractor-trailer," she grinned ruefully,
"Actually, I feel all tingly and junk. It's a strange feeling."
"I'll bet," Omi mused from where he leaned against the wall. He shoved
himself away from it, dropping to his knees to peer into her new
irises, "but do you feel _different_? Can you access Saturn's magic?"
She shrugged helplessly, "I have no idea. What I do know is this: Ranma
needs to help me learn how to control all the extra ki I've got
floating around--" she purposely ignored Nabiki's dark scowl and Omi's
snort of derision, "--and that Yohji must be in a panic, not knowing
what's happened to me."
The other two chuckled at the image she brought up. Rache pulled
herself to her feet, a bit wobbly due to her new balance, but after a
minute or two, she'd gotten it straightened out for the most part. She
still had to occasionally grab Omi's shoulder, however.
Nabiki waved her hand at the closest bare wall, just as she had at the
House earlier that day. Rache jerked with surprise as she _felt_ the
magic form, felt it activate as its' mistress commanded it to.
This was... unexpected, she thought, stepping through the portal. She
blinked a bit, to adjust to the difference in light once she had
stepped out of it.
The light in the cave-lab had been magically pale, like moonlight. The
light of the House was the simple, normal electric lighting-- a
brilliant difference.
Of course, before she could adjust to the difference, she was bowled
over by a certain playboy with a facial scar, "Rache!"
"Hey Yohji," she smiled up at him, "Would you mind getting off of me?"
"Huh?" he paused, confused, then looked at how he was seated.
Surprisingly-- or not, considering that he was sitting on Rache-- he
blushed beet red, scrambling off her to the accompaniment of Omi's
laughter. The seventeen year old grinned cheekily back.
"Little over eager, Yotan?"
"Oh shut up, Omi," the still red faced playboy muttered, hauling Rache
back onto her feet. He opened his mouth to say something, but was
interrupted by a _loud_ guitar riff. Yohji scowled, muttering once it
had faded away, "I thought we'd gotten the band's rooms sound proofed."
"Only works when they're in their rooms," Rache pointed out, "And that
sounded a _lot_ closer than Oz's room."
This point was driven home by another riff, as Oz played his way
through the living room. He had a strip of beef jerky in his mouth--
probably from the package his family had sent him. He appeared to be
going from the kitchen to his bedroom as he practiced.
Once he was back in his room, Nabiki let free a laugh, "Does he always
do that?"
"At least once a day," Yohji and Omi muttered in stereo, and Rache gave
the brunette a long suffering smile.
"Oz is like Ranma in a way-- neither wants to stop their practicing--
it's just that Oz is _louder_."
They all shared a chuckle at the absent werewolf's expense, and that
was when Yohji finally took note of Rache's changes.
"Whoa," he breathed, "Rache you..."
"I what?" Rache, on the other hand, was still only aware of her
difference in balance.
"You... you look good," he grinned, "Nice hair."
"My... hair?" at her confused look, Yohji realized she did not know. So
he snagged her by the wrist, dragging her off to locate a mirror.
Nabiki shook her head at the scene, before she yawned, "Omittchi?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm tired," she snuggled up close to her boyfriend's side, and he
looped an arm around her waist, "That spell took to much out of me..."
"C'mon, you can sleep it off in my room," he guided her out of the
living room, by passed the kitchen, and entered his room. Nabiki looked
asleep on her feet, so he carefully laid her down, pulled the covers
over her, and then left her to her rest.
---
End Chapter
Go, be free, my little ones! Run amuk and be insane!
MwehehehahahahAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!
Anime. Naru and Usagi are "best friends", but in the first episode,
Naru is introducing Usagi to her mom for the first time. So, not
nessicarily have they been friends for a long period of time (explains
how she can switch from Naru to Ami so quickly, ne?) Anyways, the eight
years prior thing would slate Naru as ten years old, or about the time
I figure she was adopted. Afterall, she wasn't put up for adoption
until after her empathy and healing talents manifested, which didn't
happen until she was a bit older, and not looking at her parents to fix
all her "boo-boos". *shrugs* Timelines, always confusing, ne?
Adyen, me too! I love Saturn. She's my favorite character-- the Soldier
of Destruction, Goddess of Death. Mmmmmmm. ^_____^
True Identity
Chapter Eighteen: Combined
Li Xiang
"What do we do _now_?" pondered the Saotome, "wait for them to come
back?"
"It's almost six," Oz pointed out, "we might as well just start our
day."
Farfello was still glaring at the wall, half pouting, as he had missed
his chance to cause some bloodshed. He only moved after Ranma hooked
his arms around Farf's neck, and half dragged the man away.
Half dragged, because halfway to Ranma's room, Farfello took over,
dragging his purring pet after him. Oz and Yohji watched this with
equal amounts of envy and disquiet. They were envious because neither
was with their own mates-- Oz's having thrown him out, and Yohji's
having just walked through a wall-- and disquiet because they both knew
full well what was about to happen behind the closed door.
Ranma and Jei were about to have some fun-- the sadomasochistic type of
fun.
Shaking his head, Oz disappeared, probably to tune his guitar, and
Yohji was left with the task of cooking the House breakfast.
/You could always let Kenken do it,/ came the oh-so-_annoying_ mental
voice of a certain redheaded German. Yohji acknowledged the idea, even
as he went to prepare the food.
/C'mon, Kudou, let Ken do it!/
/You got a reason for wanting him too...?/ wondered the playboy. The
image 'downloaded' into his brain was unexpected. He really, truly,
never-ever-_ever_ wanted to see Ken cooking breakfast in only a pink
frilly apron, /Oh-kay, I asked for that./
/Right you did./
/I'm still not wanting to see that ever again,/ Yohji responded dryly
to the unasked question, /Make sure you leave me out of your sick
little fantasies next time. And _I'm_ making breakfast today, just
because of that image./
/Awwwwww..../
---
Fujimiya Aya-- the female one-- stretched as she pulled herself back to
consciousness. Yawning, she scratched at the back of her skull, then
stood up.
Her wobbling legs convinced her that she needed to sit down again. She
took the quickest route to the floor-- she collapsed. Upon picking her
face up off of the hardwood floor-- and waiting for the stars to
clear-- Aya-chan took a look around.
Large picture window, with pale blue curtains, western-style bed with
navy comforter and neon blue sheets were behind her. A plain oak
dresser, and an open, but empty closet were to her right. Blinking away
the unfamiliarness of her surroundings, the sixteen year old recalled
the events of the night prior.
"Oh! I'm at Yuki's parent's home!"
"Actually, it's just mom's," came Yuki's cheerful voice, "She's in the
middle of divorcing the old fool, so she'll get the house in the end."
"Your parents are getting divorced? Why?!" Aya sounded stunned--
obviously, she'd never heard of the 'old fool's' stunts over the years.
Yuki dropped herself onto the floor beside the younger teenager, "When
I was only a couple days old, he sold me to a man named Bane. Bane
raised me, til I killed him, to take over his art. On top of that,
Oyagi sold my little brother on multiple occasions into marriage."
"...you're kidding."
"Nope," Yuki smirked a bit, "Any ways, Mom says breakfast is ready. Can
you stand?"
"Yeah, but I can't walk," she grumbled-- then let out a yelp as Yuki
swung the girl up into her arms.
"Well then, Milady, I'll just have to carry you!"
For the first time in years, the giggling of teenaged girls filled the
Saotome Ancestral home.
---
Pain...
It hurt so much...
Meiou Setsuna let out another soundless scream as she clawed
frantically at the Gates of Time. She could see nothing, eyes glazed in
pain as a primevil instinct took over, told her something was missing.
Had she been coherent, she'd have recognized the pain for what it was.
For generations upon generations, the stations of death, rebirth, and
time had been shared between Pluto and Saturn. The constant drain of
the power split between the two had prevented the arguably most
powerful Senshi from going stark raving bonkers.
Sailor Pluto was learning what it felt like to have death and rebirth
ripped away from her, although the connection between Time and Saturn
still kept strong.
But it hurt, like a thousand deaths.
And it rendered Setsuna to little more that a clawing, screaming,
spitting animal that knows something is horribly wrong.
---
I... I... I am...
Who am I...?
Tomoe Hotaru, Sailorsaturn...?
Osaka Naru, healer, empath...?
Both... neither?
This was... this was so terribly confusing. She knew she was one
person, but she'd been one person in two bodies. One being living two
lives. But now she was two people in one body. Two sets of completely
different memories. Memories that were merging and twisting, just as
her form was... who was she?
No... I know who I am...
I am not Tomoe.
I am not Osaka.
I am... Destruction, and Death I am Creation and Rebirth.
I am... Erika. I am Vengeance.
I am...
... Rache.
---
Sorceress Tendou Nabiki was leaning over Rache, checking her vitals to
ensure she had not killed Yohji's girlfriend. She had changed,
physically at the lead. Reddish-brown hair had become an ebony
highlighted vibrant reddish-orange, not unlike her brother's own wild
locks.
She was slighter in form, but she had not lost any of her musculature.
She looked, surprisingly, a bit older, as though the separation of
Light and Dark, Yin and Yang, had prevented her from reaching full
maturity.
As Nabiki drew back, Rache's eyes fluttered open, and another change
became evident. Her emerald eyes were still a sharp green, but flecks
of violet flickered about them, shimmering and shining like crystals.
"Nabiki?" well, thought the Sorceress, at least her voice had not
changed.
"How do you feel, Rache?"
"Like I got run over by a tractor-trailer," she grinned ruefully,
"Actually, I feel all tingly and junk. It's a strange feeling."
"I'll bet," Omi mused from where he leaned against the wall. He shoved
himself away from it, dropping to his knees to peer into her new
irises, "but do you feel _different_? Can you access Saturn's magic?"
She shrugged helplessly, "I have no idea. What I do know is this: Ranma
needs to help me learn how to control all the extra ki I've got
floating around--" she purposely ignored Nabiki's dark scowl and Omi's
snort of derision, "--and that Yohji must be in a panic, not knowing
what's happened to me."
The other two chuckled at the image she brought up. Rache pulled
herself to her feet, a bit wobbly due to her new balance, but after a
minute or two, she'd gotten it straightened out for the most part. She
still had to occasionally grab Omi's shoulder, however.
Nabiki waved her hand at the closest bare wall, just as she had at the
House earlier that day. Rache jerked with surprise as she _felt_ the
magic form, felt it activate as its' mistress commanded it to.
This was... unexpected, she thought, stepping through the portal. She
blinked a bit, to adjust to the difference in light once she had
stepped out of it.
The light in the cave-lab had been magically pale, like moonlight. The
light of the House was the simple, normal electric lighting-- a
brilliant difference.
Of course, before she could adjust to the difference, she was bowled
over by a certain playboy with a facial scar, "Rache!"
"Hey Yohji," she smiled up at him, "Would you mind getting off of me?"
"Huh?" he paused, confused, then looked at how he was seated.
Surprisingly-- or not, considering that he was sitting on Rache-- he
blushed beet red, scrambling off her to the accompaniment of Omi's
laughter. The seventeen year old grinned cheekily back.
"Little over eager, Yotan?"
"Oh shut up, Omi," the still red faced playboy muttered, hauling Rache
back onto her feet. He opened his mouth to say something, but was
interrupted by a _loud_ guitar riff. Yohji scowled, muttering once it
had faded away, "I thought we'd gotten the band's rooms sound proofed."
"Only works when they're in their rooms," Rache pointed out, "And that
sounded a _lot_ closer than Oz's room."
This point was driven home by another riff, as Oz played his way
through the living room. He had a strip of beef jerky in his mouth--
probably from the package his family had sent him. He appeared to be
going from the kitchen to his bedroom as he practiced.
Once he was back in his room, Nabiki let free a laugh, "Does he always
do that?"
"At least once a day," Yohji and Omi muttered in stereo, and Rache gave
the brunette a long suffering smile.
"Oz is like Ranma in a way-- neither wants to stop their practicing--
it's just that Oz is _louder_."
They all shared a chuckle at the absent werewolf's expense, and that
was when Yohji finally took note of Rache's changes.
"Whoa," he breathed, "Rache you..."
"I what?" Rache, on the other hand, was still only aware of her
difference in balance.
"You... you look good," he grinned, "Nice hair."
"My... hair?" at her confused look, Yohji realized she did not know. So
he snagged her by the wrist, dragging her off to locate a mirror.
Nabiki shook her head at the scene, before she yawned, "Omittchi?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm tired," she snuggled up close to her boyfriend's side, and he
looped an arm around her waist, "That spell took to much out of me..."
"C'mon, you can sleep it off in my room," he guided her out of the
living room, by passed the kitchen, and entered his room. Nabiki looked
asleep on her feet, so he carefully laid her down, pulled the covers
over her, and then left her to her rest.
---
End Chapter
Go, be free, my little ones! Run amuk and be insane!
MwehehehahahahAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!