Disclaimer:
Ranma 1/2 is Owned by Rumiko Takahashi.
Sailor Moon is owend by Naoko Takeuchi.
Ah! Megami-Sama! is Owned by Kosuke Fujishima.
Not Another SI Fic!
By; Taiteki Kagato
My car was gone. Somehow Mara had driven up into the mountains, drunk, and then
driven over the edge of the road. Wherever it was, it was shattered, battered, broken,
and… I sighed. A quick couple words to Mara, and she left, staggering towards my
apartment. I then finished my little conversation with my manager, and started doing the
things one must do to get a restaurant ready for customers in the morning.
Work was uneventful, as Makoto was interviewed and her paperwork was drawn up, and,
right up until she was asked for a social security number, I figured everything was going
okay.
"… a what?"
"Social Security Card and some form of Photo ID. Bring them in tommorow, and you're
all set." My manager said, shuffling the papers in front of him around, before
straightening them and standing up.
"We'll see you tommorow, Makoto."
"Ha.. err.. Okay!"
I groaned. Having heard that, I thought about the fastest way to resolve this problem.
Illegally. However, I had no clue how to do something like that. I didn't even know
where to start, so doing anything like that would be a pain. I sighed. Another problem I'd
have to overcome.
The rest of the day at work went by, and when all was finished, I handed in my money,
pocketed my tips, and walked out the door, Makoto in tow.
"Kyle?"
"Yeah?"
"I need a Social Security Card and Picture ID."
"I know."
"Do I have those?"
"Not yet."
"Do you have a plan or something?"
"Nope."
Makoto stopped walking, and stared at me. I turned to her, and grinned. "Come on..
We'll figure something out. We've got… 17 hours or so.. plenty of time!" I smiled at her,
though really, I cringed inside. She looked surprised, and worried.
Without warning, she sat down on the curb and buried her head in her arms. I just
blinked, before taking a hesitant step towards her.
"Makoto? Are you.." I stopped that sentence. Of course things weren't all right. She's
stuck in a totally different universe than her own, torn away from all her friends and
forced to live with people who, up until recently, she'd never know, or (in my case) talk
to.
"Makoto," I said, sitting down beside her. I didn't know what to do, then. I knew I should
be there for her, but should I put my arm around her? Pat her on the back? Say something
sappy?
"Makoto…" I sighed. "Believe it or not, I understand."
I got a snort for my attempt. She jerked her head up and looked at me, reddening, tear-
rimmed eyes staring at me almost angrily.
"You understand? How could you understand? I don't understand. Why am I here?
Where is here? All my friends are.. are… somewhere I can't go, and.. and.. " her head fell
back into her arms again, and she shook as more sobs wracked her body. I sighed again,
and placed my hand on her back, hoping she wouldn't get upset by it. When she didn't hit
me, I slowly started talking, staring wistfully out at the mountains in the distance.
"Makoto… My family and friends.. what few I have, are all a thousand miles away.. I'm
lost in this big city, surrounded by plains and mountains, somewhat like you are. You
have all the other senshi working night and day to find a way to bring you back, and it's
only a matter of time before they figure it out. Meanwhile, I'm stuck in a job that doesn't
pay enough to cover my bills, and have little to look forward to once you leave. You
guys… As much as I complain, this is probably the nicest thing Life's thrown at me in
years. Mara's a little much.. and Nabiki.. despite her smiles, I doubt she trusts me much..
but you…" I looked at her, then, and she was looking at me, the tears slowing, and she
waited for me to finish what I had to say.
"I think you're probably the best to appear here… if the three of you, You're the only one
I feel confidant enough to call my friend." I smiled at her, and stared at the ground, my
hands dropping to the sidewalk beside me.
"and with as few as I have.." I said quietly. I looked up the hill to the apartment complex
I lived in, and thought for a moment.
"Would you like to go for a walk? There's a park a little ways from here and.. well.. "
"Okay," she said, quietly.
The walk there was quick, and we didn't say anything at that time, but watching Makoto,
I wondered what she was thinking about as we made our way down the streets of Denver.
Arriving at the park, I looked at it and sighed. In Sailor Moon, parks had trees and narrow
paths and benches and things... This was a field of grass, a tree here or there for change,
and a small stream that was probably composed of runoff more than fresh water.
"This is a park?" Makoto asked with a frown. I sighed, and nodded. Then I noticed a
thicket of trees off in the corner. She must have noticed it as well, because she started off
in that direction almost immediately. I followed, wondering what to do once we got there.
There was a small dirt trail that lead into the trees, and Makoto started down it
confidently. I followed a couple steps behind her, looking around curiously. Finally, we
came to a small clearing with a mount of dirt in the center. It wasn't much of a bench, but
it seemed to do, because Makoto walked up to it and sat down, lying back to look up at
the sky. Unsure whether or not to do the same, I stood there staring at the ground beside
her, before moving to lean against a tree.
Makoto stared into the sky, and I looked around the clearing, my eyes continually drawn
to the girl lying there. Finally, I collapsed against the tree, and looked at the trees and the
rocks and stuff and wondered why Denver had made this a park.
"Kyle?" Makoto asked, snapping me out of my guesses at how much tax money an
apartment building the size of the park would bring the city.
"Hm?"
"Why do you think I'm here?"
"Ahh… Well… I don't know. I'd like to think it was for some sort of multi-versal
storyline in which I get co save the world fighting some evil with other random heroes by
my side.."
"You want to be a hero?"
"Actually I want to take over the world so I don't have to stop at red lights and pay rent.
But since you're a super hero, I don't think telling you an a closet evil-minion with
aspirations of world-domination would go over well." I silently congratulated myself for
saying all that without stuttering.
"…" She looked at me strangely, and I shrugged.
"Not like it will happen. I've got too many morals to walk all over people.. and that's if I
got some sort of power.. which, unfortunately, this universe seems to be lacking."
"Oh? So no Dark Kingdom, ancient powerful civilizations, or magic practitioners?" She
asked, rolling on her side and propping her head up on her hand. I shifted around so I was
laying with my head held up by the tree, and looked at her.
"Nope. Just science. Too bad. I'd really love to be able to teleport, or freeze time.. hell,
I'd settle for Ranma-esque martial arts skills. Not many roofs to hop here, but being able
to throw a car sounds kind of nice." I smiled wistfully, then looked at Makoto. "Why?"
"Why what?"
"I don't know. Why do you ask?"
"I just wanted to know why you'd like to be.. well.. whatever you want to be."
"Financially Secure."
She looked at me, then rolled her eyes, before sticking her tongue out at me.
"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
"When I grow up? I'm twenty. How much older do you want me to get?" She asked.
"…"
She stared at me, as I gave a classic deer-in-the-headlights look of confusion.
"What'd I say?" She asked, Rolling over into her stomach, and propping her head up in
her hands.
"… Twen.. twenty?" I finally managed.
"Yeah."
My mind reeled at that. At twenty, Makoto was younger than me by a couple months,
and…
"How long ago was the Galaxia incident?" I asked, curious.
"A few years. Why?"
"… So you went forward in time, too, then." I watched as she blinked, then frowned.
"Is that important somehow?" She asked, quirking a brow at me.
"I suppose not. Just.. When were you born?"
"December Fifth, 1977."
"Yeah.. I was born five years after you. February 25th, 1982."
"So you're… but.. oh." I nodded.
"Weird." She muttered.
"Weird." I replied, nodding some more.
"So… why are you here?" She asked, watching me.
"It's a long story." I replied, looking away.
"I'm not going anywhere."
I resisted the urge to say the same about the conversation, then sighed.
"There were problems back home I didn't feel like dealing with, and the best solution at
the time was to leave. So I left.
"You ran away?" she asked, frowning. I frowned back at her, "Yes. But this isn't
something you stand and fight. Some problem you have to smash, and others are fought
by leaving them alone. This was the latter, and some day, it will all be resolved."
"Oh. Was it bad?"
"Somewhat. I lost a lot, but gained a lot, too. I met some great people on my way here,
and I've learned since moving."
My vague answers seemed to deter her from asking more questions, because the clearing
stayed quiet for a couple minutes.
"You don't remind me of my old sempai." She said, suddenly.
"… Why'd you mix Japanese and English?" I finally asked, unsure how to respond to
that particular statement.
"Because one of those fics Nabiki read crossed her world and mine, and I seemed to say
that a lot."
"… Oh," I chuckled, "which fic?"
"I don't remember."
"I hate when that happens," I said with a smile. She shrugged, and rolled over, sitting up
and staring at the trees.
"If you're here long enough, I'll have to make you sit down and read The Judge's 'Sailor
Moon: Millennials.'"
"Good story?"
"If there was a sixth season, this would be it." I said, sounding sure of myself.
"That good, eh?" she asked.
"Yeah.. I just wish the author'd update it again." I sighed at that, then moved so that I
was sitting similarly to Makoto. She looked around, before standing and moving over to
sit up against the tree beside mine.
"…Hello." I said, quirking a brow at her. She grinned and shrugged, before looking at the
ground.
"So…" I started, wondering if it was safe to continue, "feeling a little better?"
She nodded, staring down and to the side. I looked away then, getting upset at myself. I
was starting to like her 'like that,' and a relationship wouldn't work out to well if she
went home. Not to mention we're living with two other girls in an apartment meant for
one.
Makoto stood up then, blushing slightly before turning to the little path that lead back to
the fields and the rest of my reality.
"We ought to head back if we're going to find a way to get me those things I need to
work tommorow." Makoto said.
"Oh yeah." I looked at the ground, then up at the sky. "Won't this be fun," I muttered to
myself.
The walk back to my apartment was similar to the walk to the park, though Makoto
walked beside me instead of following me, knowing the way this time. Finally, in view of
the complex once again, Makoto grabbed my arm and stopped me.
"Kyle… thanks."
I nodded, and smiled at her, knowing that I did do the right thing, after all.
"I… no problem, Makoto."
Ranma 1/2 is Owned by Rumiko Takahashi.
Sailor Moon is owend by Naoko Takeuchi.
Ah! Megami-Sama! is Owned by Kosuke Fujishima.
Not Another SI Fic!
By; Taiteki Kagato
My car was gone. Somehow Mara had driven up into the mountains, drunk, and then
driven over the edge of the road. Wherever it was, it was shattered, battered, broken,
and… I sighed. A quick couple words to Mara, and she left, staggering towards my
apartment. I then finished my little conversation with my manager, and started doing the
things one must do to get a restaurant ready for customers in the morning.
Work was uneventful, as Makoto was interviewed and her paperwork was drawn up, and,
right up until she was asked for a social security number, I figured everything was going
okay.
"… a what?"
"Social Security Card and some form of Photo ID. Bring them in tommorow, and you're
all set." My manager said, shuffling the papers in front of him around, before
straightening them and standing up.
"We'll see you tommorow, Makoto."
"Ha.. err.. Okay!"
I groaned. Having heard that, I thought about the fastest way to resolve this problem.
Illegally. However, I had no clue how to do something like that. I didn't even know
where to start, so doing anything like that would be a pain. I sighed. Another problem I'd
have to overcome.
The rest of the day at work went by, and when all was finished, I handed in my money,
pocketed my tips, and walked out the door, Makoto in tow.
"Kyle?"
"Yeah?"
"I need a Social Security Card and Picture ID."
"I know."
"Do I have those?"
"Not yet."
"Do you have a plan or something?"
"Nope."
Makoto stopped walking, and stared at me. I turned to her, and grinned. "Come on..
We'll figure something out. We've got… 17 hours or so.. plenty of time!" I smiled at her,
though really, I cringed inside. She looked surprised, and worried.
Without warning, she sat down on the curb and buried her head in her arms. I just
blinked, before taking a hesitant step towards her.
"Makoto? Are you.." I stopped that sentence. Of course things weren't all right. She's
stuck in a totally different universe than her own, torn away from all her friends and
forced to live with people who, up until recently, she'd never know, or (in my case) talk
to.
"Makoto," I said, sitting down beside her. I didn't know what to do, then. I knew I should
be there for her, but should I put my arm around her? Pat her on the back? Say something
sappy?
"Makoto…" I sighed. "Believe it or not, I understand."
I got a snort for my attempt. She jerked her head up and looked at me, reddening, tear-
rimmed eyes staring at me almost angrily.
"You understand? How could you understand? I don't understand. Why am I here?
Where is here? All my friends are.. are… somewhere I can't go, and.. and.. " her head fell
back into her arms again, and she shook as more sobs wracked her body. I sighed again,
and placed my hand on her back, hoping she wouldn't get upset by it. When she didn't hit
me, I slowly started talking, staring wistfully out at the mountains in the distance.
"Makoto… My family and friends.. what few I have, are all a thousand miles away.. I'm
lost in this big city, surrounded by plains and mountains, somewhat like you are. You
have all the other senshi working night and day to find a way to bring you back, and it's
only a matter of time before they figure it out. Meanwhile, I'm stuck in a job that doesn't
pay enough to cover my bills, and have little to look forward to once you leave. You
guys… As much as I complain, this is probably the nicest thing Life's thrown at me in
years. Mara's a little much.. and Nabiki.. despite her smiles, I doubt she trusts me much..
but you…" I looked at her, then, and she was looking at me, the tears slowing, and she
waited for me to finish what I had to say.
"I think you're probably the best to appear here… if the three of you, You're the only one
I feel confidant enough to call my friend." I smiled at her, and stared at the ground, my
hands dropping to the sidewalk beside me.
"and with as few as I have.." I said quietly. I looked up the hill to the apartment complex
I lived in, and thought for a moment.
"Would you like to go for a walk? There's a park a little ways from here and.. well.. "
"Okay," she said, quietly.
The walk there was quick, and we didn't say anything at that time, but watching Makoto,
I wondered what she was thinking about as we made our way down the streets of Denver.
Arriving at the park, I looked at it and sighed. In Sailor Moon, parks had trees and narrow
paths and benches and things... This was a field of grass, a tree here or there for change,
and a small stream that was probably composed of runoff more than fresh water.
"This is a park?" Makoto asked with a frown. I sighed, and nodded. Then I noticed a
thicket of trees off in the corner. She must have noticed it as well, because she started off
in that direction almost immediately. I followed, wondering what to do once we got there.
There was a small dirt trail that lead into the trees, and Makoto started down it
confidently. I followed a couple steps behind her, looking around curiously. Finally, we
came to a small clearing with a mount of dirt in the center. It wasn't much of a bench, but
it seemed to do, because Makoto walked up to it and sat down, lying back to look up at
the sky. Unsure whether or not to do the same, I stood there staring at the ground beside
her, before moving to lean against a tree.
Makoto stared into the sky, and I looked around the clearing, my eyes continually drawn
to the girl lying there. Finally, I collapsed against the tree, and looked at the trees and the
rocks and stuff and wondered why Denver had made this a park.
"Kyle?" Makoto asked, snapping me out of my guesses at how much tax money an
apartment building the size of the park would bring the city.
"Hm?"
"Why do you think I'm here?"
"Ahh… Well… I don't know. I'd like to think it was for some sort of multi-versal
storyline in which I get co save the world fighting some evil with other random heroes by
my side.."
"You want to be a hero?"
"Actually I want to take over the world so I don't have to stop at red lights and pay rent.
But since you're a super hero, I don't think telling you an a closet evil-minion with
aspirations of world-domination would go over well." I silently congratulated myself for
saying all that without stuttering.
"…" She looked at me strangely, and I shrugged.
"Not like it will happen. I've got too many morals to walk all over people.. and that's if I
got some sort of power.. which, unfortunately, this universe seems to be lacking."
"Oh? So no Dark Kingdom, ancient powerful civilizations, or magic practitioners?" She
asked, rolling on her side and propping her head up on her hand. I shifted around so I was
laying with my head held up by the tree, and looked at her.
"Nope. Just science. Too bad. I'd really love to be able to teleport, or freeze time.. hell,
I'd settle for Ranma-esque martial arts skills. Not many roofs to hop here, but being able
to throw a car sounds kind of nice." I smiled wistfully, then looked at Makoto. "Why?"
"Why what?"
"I don't know. Why do you ask?"
"I just wanted to know why you'd like to be.. well.. whatever you want to be."
"Financially Secure."
She looked at me, then rolled her eyes, before sticking her tongue out at me.
"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
"When I grow up? I'm twenty. How much older do you want me to get?" She asked.
"…"
She stared at me, as I gave a classic deer-in-the-headlights look of confusion.
"What'd I say?" She asked, Rolling over into her stomach, and propping her head up in
her hands.
"… Twen.. twenty?" I finally managed.
"Yeah."
My mind reeled at that. At twenty, Makoto was younger than me by a couple months,
and…
"How long ago was the Galaxia incident?" I asked, curious.
"A few years. Why?"
"… So you went forward in time, too, then." I watched as she blinked, then frowned.
"Is that important somehow?" She asked, quirking a brow at me.
"I suppose not. Just.. When were you born?"
"December Fifth, 1977."
"Yeah.. I was born five years after you. February 25th, 1982."
"So you're… but.. oh." I nodded.
"Weird." She muttered.
"Weird." I replied, nodding some more.
"So… why are you here?" She asked, watching me.
"It's a long story." I replied, looking away.
"I'm not going anywhere."
I resisted the urge to say the same about the conversation, then sighed.
"There were problems back home I didn't feel like dealing with, and the best solution at
the time was to leave. So I left.
"You ran away?" she asked, frowning. I frowned back at her, "Yes. But this isn't
something you stand and fight. Some problem you have to smash, and others are fought
by leaving them alone. This was the latter, and some day, it will all be resolved."
"Oh. Was it bad?"
"Somewhat. I lost a lot, but gained a lot, too. I met some great people on my way here,
and I've learned since moving."
My vague answers seemed to deter her from asking more questions, because the clearing
stayed quiet for a couple minutes.
"You don't remind me of my old sempai." She said, suddenly.
"… Why'd you mix Japanese and English?" I finally asked, unsure how to respond to
that particular statement.
"Because one of those fics Nabiki read crossed her world and mine, and I seemed to say
that a lot."
"… Oh," I chuckled, "which fic?"
"I don't remember."
"I hate when that happens," I said with a smile. She shrugged, and rolled over, sitting up
and staring at the trees.
"If you're here long enough, I'll have to make you sit down and read The Judge's 'Sailor
Moon: Millennials.'"
"Good story?"
"If there was a sixth season, this would be it." I said, sounding sure of myself.
"That good, eh?" she asked.
"Yeah.. I just wish the author'd update it again." I sighed at that, then moved so that I
was sitting similarly to Makoto. She looked around, before standing and moving over to
sit up against the tree beside mine.
"…Hello." I said, quirking a brow at her. She grinned and shrugged, before looking at the
ground.
"So…" I started, wondering if it was safe to continue, "feeling a little better?"
She nodded, staring down and to the side. I looked away then, getting upset at myself. I
was starting to like her 'like that,' and a relationship wouldn't work out to well if she
went home. Not to mention we're living with two other girls in an apartment meant for
one.
Makoto stood up then, blushing slightly before turning to the little path that lead back to
the fields and the rest of my reality.
"We ought to head back if we're going to find a way to get me those things I need to
work tommorow." Makoto said.
"Oh yeah." I looked at the ground, then up at the sky. "Won't this be fun," I muttered to
myself.
The walk back to my apartment was similar to the walk to the park, though Makoto
walked beside me instead of following me, knowing the way this time. Finally, in view of
the complex once again, Makoto grabbed my arm and stopped me.
"Kyle… thanks."
I nodded, and smiled at her, knowing that I did do the right thing, after all.
"I… no problem, Makoto."