The Seven Pleiades
By Mizuno & Eikyu
Hello world, tis I! IQ! Mizuno and I have been ignoring this
for a bit, but we're back now. Yay. And as a little side note,
this story isn't supposed to make sense right off the bat.
Things will make sense(eventually). Just to clarify for any
confused people. ^^;;
""=talking
''=thoughts
*^*^*=scene change
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THE INNER BATTLE
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Usagi joyously skipped down the street, the pouch of cookies bouncing
with her step. "Mamo-chan!" She exclaimed with glee. She happily
walked in the bright sunshine to his house. "I love you, Mamo-chan!"
But suddenly, the world became dark. The world seemed as if it's precious
light had gone, left for a better place. "Mamo-chan? Mamo-chan?!" Panic
rose in her quivering voice. Fear, anger, hatred; all of the negative
feelings started to overcome her, beckoning her.
Usagi stared in horror at the realization of what was before her eyes. She
tried to scream, but it wouldn't come. She couldn't talk, she couldn't move.
She could only stare, stare at the two corpses that were tied to the rose-
covered altar before her, one of a young man, and the other, af a young child,
clinging on the other corpses neck, frozen in the time of eternity.
"MAMO-CHAN! CHIBI-USA! NO! GOD, NO!!" Tears flowed like rivers. Usagi cried
as she jumped up out of bed, wnting to run. So far away, she wanted to run.
"What a... horrible nightmare..." Choking back even more tears, she ran to
her windowsill, stimbling over a desk chair, but not caring. She turned her
gaze to the smiling moon above her. It just sat there, as if nothing was
wrong, but there was plenty wrong. Mamoru and Chibi-usa dead-and Usagi
was to one who killed them.
So she kept telling herself.
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The night was the fabled last of winter. The grey dusk approaching lifted
the veil of night slowly until the sky was a deep violet. It was still the
time of wary criminals whom infested the slums and bambarded bars by day,
drinking themselves to the point where all was understood.
The brisk air chilled Tryamour as she pulled Relic and Antique up onto the
tower after her. The twins were visibly shivering as another gust blew
wordlessly through them.
Tryamour had some spiritual connection with the two that Atatakai had known
would lead to this moment. They had to contact "The Queen" somewhere.
Tryamour her slitted eyes from the coming sun.
She could see Relic and Antique beside her, but she was far away. She had
to be. To be a spirit, you must enter the spirit realm. She hugged the thin
coat tighter over her shoulders. Something launched onto her.
Antique was hugging her legs in dismay. Tryamour jerked, irritated. Her
hair, previously lifting with the wind, fell onto her back.
"Try!" Relic was whispering fearfully. She repeated it until it became
a chain of melody. A song in a way. Tryamour looked at her, then followed
her intense gaze to a figure behind her. Tryamour instinctively lowered into
the building's shadows. Had it seen her? No, only Relic was in the light.
Try shook Antique off and slipped along the wall. Her hair melded to her
shoulders and she seemed to never touch the ground as she flew onto the
low platform which was a chimney of sors. Her feet barely touched before
she lept and somersaulted gracefully through the air. Her feet landed
squarely but softly on the other side of the roof, west of the stranger.
She knelt, watching, waiting.
"Why don't you come out, Try?"
"Atatakai?" Try lept up. Atatakai laughed.
"You would have passed, had your foot not sent dirt flying."
"Oh, shut up," Try waved her off. "You couldn't do it, so just shut up."
Atatakai just chuckled. Try felt the hairs on her neck stand straight and
suddenly she could do so much more.
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His heart quickened. He slowly opened the small black, velvet box with his
clammy hands, as if fearful of what it contained. This... was it...!
"YATTA!" Seiya exclaimed in joy. "The final key! The key to happiness
in life! The-"
"Oii, Seiya, what are you doing still up this late...?" Seiya whirled around,
his raven hair following his movements. "Eh, hello Yaten! What makes you
think I'm doing anything? Don't you trust me?" Seiya took a few timid steps
back. Damn. He had forgot to lock the door. "Please, I'd be a fool to trust
you even half-heartily." "I, er, right.." Seiya quickly shoved the box into his
pocket.
Yaten noticed this, but decided to ignore it-for now. But it still caused a scowl
to creep across his face. He didn't know which was worse, Seiya when he was
depressed back on Kinmoku, or Seiya as a love-sick fool, here, on Earth. So,
how is "Odango"?" he scoffed, sarcasm dripping.
'Why that little-'
"Please, Yaten! You're just jealous!"
"Jealous of what, exactly?"
"My future with Odango, that's what!"
Yaten sneered, "Future? What future?! All you are to her is a peice of rebound
trash!" "Damn, damn you Yaten! You can't stand it, can you? The fact that I am
actually happy! For once, I'm happy, and you start trying to destroy that!" Yaten
tried to come back with a remark, but he was cut off before he ever began.
"Why are you trying to blame me for you being so cold and lonely?!" A forlorn
silence took over the room. Neither dared breath.
Seiya could feel the color drain from his face. He was starting to regret opening his
mouth. 'He had it coming.' "Perhaps... you're right."
Seiya lifted his face and looked towards Yaten, who wore a grim expression. "Perhaps
I'm cold, and even lonely," Seiya stared in confusion. Was Yaten saying that he, Seiya
Kou, was actually right?! "But at least, I'm not proposing to someone I barely know
as a person. Doesn't self-respect matter to you, Seiya?"
Bam. That one hit hard. Seiya's concious began falling back to Earth. His eyes
strayed to the side, for fear of Yaten making another remark. "I guess, I was so
happy.. I took it out of hand," Yaten just nodded his head. His face full of sadness
and even understanding. Seiya knew now, as he watched his friend, he had one more
mission-find Yaten a girlfriend.
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*falls over* Well, um, that's... it? Long chappie, me know. ^^;;
We were kinda in moods when we wrote this..*sweatdrop* Ah, well. Whatever.
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Disclaimer: We do not own Sailor Moon or any related characters. They belong
to Naoko Takeuchi, Kodansha, and Toei. We merely own Atatakai, Tryamour, Antique,
Relic, and the plot.
By Mizuno & Eikyu
Hello world, tis I! IQ! Mizuno and I have been ignoring this
for a bit, but we're back now. Yay. And as a little side note,
this story isn't supposed to make sense right off the bat.
Things will make sense(eventually). Just to clarify for any
confused people. ^^;;
""=talking
''=thoughts
*^*^*=scene change
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^
THE INNER BATTLE
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^
Usagi joyously skipped down the street, the pouch of cookies bouncing
with her step. "Mamo-chan!" She exclaimed with glee. She happily
walked in the bright sunshine to his house. "I love you, Mamo-chan!"
But suddenly, the world became dark. The world seemed as if it's precious
light had gone, left for a better place. "Mamo-chan? Mamo-chan?!" Panic
rose in her quivering voice. Fear, anger, hatred; all of the negative
feelings started to overcome her, beckoning her.
Usagi stared in horror at the realization of what was before her eyes. She
tried to scream, but it wouldn't come. She couldn't talk, she couldn't move.
She could only stare, stare at the two corpses that were tied to the rose-
covered altar before her, one of a young man, and the other, af a young child,
clinging on the other corpses neck, frozen in the time of eternity.
"MAMO-CHAN! CHIBI-USA! NO! GOD, NO!!" Tears flowed like rivers. Usagi cried
as she jumped up out of bed, wnting to run. So far away, she wanted to run.
"What a... horrible nightmare..." Choking back even more tears, she ran to
her windowsill, stimbling over a desk chair, but not caring. She turned her
gaze to the smiling moon above her. It just sat there, as if nothing was
wrong, but there was plenty wrong. Mamoru and Chibi-usa dead-and Usagi
was to one who killed them.
So she kept telling herself.
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^
The night was the fabled last of winter. The grey dusk approaching lifted
the veil of night slowly until the sky was a deep violet. It was still the
time of wary criminals whom infested the slums and bambarded bars by day,
drinking themselves to the point where all was understood.
The brisk air chilled Tryamour as she pulled Relic and Antique up onto the
tower after her. The twins were visibly shivering as another gust blew
wordlessly through them.
Tryamour had some spiritual connection with the two that Atatakai had known
would lead to this moment. They had to contact "The Queen" somewhere.
Tryamour her slitted eyes from the coming sun.
She could see Relic and Antique beside her, but she was far away. She had
to be. To be a spirit, you must enter the spirit realm. She hugged the thin
coat tighter over her shoulders. Something launched onto her.
Antique was hugging her legs in dismay. Tryamour jerked, irritated. Her
hair, previously lifting with the wind, fell onto her back.
"Try!" Relic was whispering fearfully. She repeated it until it became
a chain of melody. A song in a way. Tryamour looked at her, then followed
her intense gaze to a figure behind her. Tryamour instinctively lowered into
the building's shadows. Had it seen her? No, only Relic was in the light.
Try shook Antique off and slipped along the wall. Her hair melded to her
shoulders and she seemed to never touch the ground as she flew onto the
low platform which was a chimney of sors. Her feet barely touched before
she lept and somersaulted gracefully through the air. Her feet landed
squarely but softly on the other side of the roof, west of the stranger.
She knelt, watching, waiting.
"Why don't you come out, Try?"
"Atatakai?" Try lept up. Atatakai laughed.
"You would have passed, had your foot not sent dirt flying."
"Oh, shut up," Try waved her off. "You couldn't do it, so just shut up."
Atatakai just chuckled. Try felt the hairs on her neck stand straight and
suddenly she could do so much more.
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^
His heart quickened. He slowly opened the small black, velvet box with his
clammy hands, as if fearful of what it contained. This... was it...!
"YATTA!" Seiya exclaimed in joy. "The final key! The key to happiness
in life! The-"
"Oii, Seiya, what are you doing still up this late...?" Seiya whirled around,
his raven hair following his movements. "Eh, hello Yaten! What makes you
think I'm doing anything? Don't you trust me?" Seiya took a few timid steps
back. Damn. He had forgot to lock the door. "Please, I'd be a fool to trust
you even half-heartily." "I, er, right.." Seiya quickly shoved the box into his
pocket.
Yaten noticed this, but decided to ignore it-for now. But it still caused a scowl
to creep across his face. He didn't know which was worse, Seiya when he was
depressed back on Kinmoku, or Seiya as a love-sick fool, here, on Earth. So,
how is "Odango"?" he scoffed, sarcasm dripping.
'Why that little-'
"Please, Yaten! You're just jealous!"
"Jealous of what, exactly?"
"My future with Odango, that's what!"
Yaten sneered, "Future? What future?! All you are to her is a peice of rebound
trash!" "Damn, damn you Yaten! You can't stand it, can you? The fact that I am
actually happy! For once, I'm happy, and you start trying to destroy that!" Yaten
tried to come back with a remark, but he was cut off before he ever began.
"Why are you trying to blame me for you being so cold and lonely?!" A forlorn
silence took over the room. Neither dared breath.
Seiya could feel the color drain from his face. He was starting to regret opening his
mouth. 'He had it coming.' "Perhaps... you're right."
Seiya lifted his face and looked towards Yaten, who wore a grim expression. "Perhaps
I'm cold, and even lonely," Seiya stared in confusion. Was Yaten saying that he, Seiya
Kou, was actually right?! "But at least, I'm not proposing to someone I barely know
as a person. Doesn't self-respect matter to you, Seiya?"
Bam. That one hit hard. Seiya's concious began falling back to Earth. His eyes
strayed to the side, for fear of Yaten making another remark. "I guess, I was so
happy.. I took it out of hand," Yaten just nodded his head. His face full of sadness
and even understanding. Seiya knew now, as he watched his friend, he had one more
mission-find Yaten a girlfriend.
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*falls over* Well, um, that's... it? Long chappie, me know. ^^;;
We were kinda in moods when we wrote this..*sweatdrop* Ah, well. Whatever.
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^
Disclaimer: We do not own Sailor Moon or any related characters. They belong
to Naoko Takeuchi, Kodansha, and Toei. We merely own Atatakai, Tryamour, Antique,
Relic, and the plot.