Shattered Tapestry
By Makura Koneko
Chapter Three
In the last installment of Shattered Tapestry…
The young woman, with a younger girl sitting beside her who was obviously a handmaiden, drew in a sharp breath at the site of them, as did Rodica in return.
"I know her…" was all Rodica could comprehend before their eyes met, all of them looking into the silver-blue orbs of the young woman, and her eyes somehow meeting theirs all at once…
Time seemed to stop, the sunlight itself froze its journey from the sun to earth, the stars paused their eternal song, fire ceased its dancing, the ocean's roar was silenced, and everything came crashing down…
And now the Continuation…
As soon as they had all been hurtled into the mental vortex, they were yanked out. Time resumed, the stars continued to sing, the fire began again its deadly dance, and the ocean roared once more.
"I know you!" Rodica blurted out, more of an accusation than a statement.
"I very much doubt that, miss," The handmaiden at the silver eyed woman's side said, glancing at her mistress in concern; she was pasty white, her lips trembling as she swallowed harshly.
"And why the hell is that?" Jovia snapped. The handmaiden looked at her in a gentle way and poured her lady a glass of water, which she accepted and sipped at, quietly, out of habit.
"It is unlikely you have ever even heard of me, is what she meant," The woman said in a soft, sweet voice…
Nenaphe was hard pressed to hold down a squeak of shock as an image and a voice bombarded her senses….
The smell of the sea…the sensation of sand under her feet…a book - a real book!- in her hands, a familiar laugh…a shinning face…
"Hey, bookworm! Today, you're gonna be nothing but play! Now up up up and get in the water, for goodness sake!"
"Serena…" Nenaphe whispered.
"What did you say, Neph?" Amenea asked. Nenaphe blinked and mentally shook herself out of her reverie. She glanced at the silver-eyed woman and swallowed. It couldn't be…the girl…that shining face in that…flash…that vision…her eyes were the brightest of blues, her hair like spun sunshine… But the face…the innocent sweetness…it's unmistakable…who is she?
"Hey, Earth to Neph," Jovia waved her hand in front of Nenaphe's face, and Nenaphe blinked again, and blushed in embarrassment as she realized she had 'spaced out' for the second time.
"O-oh!" She exclaimed. "Sorry, girls. M-my apologies, miss…?" This last was directed at the silver-eyed woman. The handmaiden, a slight, extremely fragile looking girl with amazingly straight black hair with the lightest ice violet highlights, stood up.
"May I present," She said with experience, winking at the silver-eyed young woman when she rolled her eyes. "The Lady of leading house of the Moons, current owner and holder of the family Silver Crystal and youngest daughter of Lord Victorus, her grace, the Lady Faesilvria Monstrahl of the house of Monstrahl."
"Call me Silvra," The subject of such a fancy introduction said with an embarrassed, flushed laugh. Amenea grinned, stepped forward and around the table and took the hand Silvra had just used to brush one of the longer strands of her bangs behind her ear. Amenea shook it heartily.
"Amenea Catherine Harte, milady," Amenea said without hesitation.
"Nice to meet you!" Silvra said with a genuine smile.
Jovia, who raised an amused eyebrow at this friendly exchange between a nobleborn lady and an Alalia-under thief, suddenly noticed the man whom had first greeted them upon their entrance. Short pale violet hair, and dark red eyes. He was smiling a smile that made Jovia shiver in an unpleasant way, for all he was coldly beautiful to look upon.
Rodica, too, suddenly began to feel that something was out of place, something…wrong… She felt eyes on her, watching her, and her own eyes suddenly snapped to a spot on the wall across from where Silvra and Amenea were commenting on their rings, which were similar.
Leaning against that spot on the wall was a breathtakingly handsome man…a beautiful man, in a masculine way, for that was really the only word to describe him. Rodica felt he scalp crawl, the hair on the back of her neck stand on end… This man did not mean them well. He may not mean them harm, but he was not interested in their welfare beyond the reason he had called them there in the first place…this Rodica, the seeress of Alalia-under, knew this to the depths of her soul.
"Oh, how rude of me," Amenea suddenly said. "Silvra, these are my friends, my roommate Rodica-"
"Rodicarei Anna Raptor," Rodica filled in with a polite, calculating smile as she looked the lady over. She looked delicate, as was expected, but, surprisingly, there was slight muscle under her fine porcelain skin.
"And this is my…associate and her best friend," Amenea motioned to Jovia and Nenaphe.
"Jovia," Jovia said briskly, until Nenaphe elbowed her. She glared at her shorter friend before adding, "Jovialyka Willow Stegetra."
"Nenaphelalia Sophia Anderson," She curtseyed slightly after only a moment's shy hesitation.
"Well, you all heard my name," Silvra said. "This is my handmaiden and best friend in the whole world, Shinkana Keika." Shinkana bowed slightly, smiling as her mistress gave the introduction at the same time she stood.
When Silvra stood up, it was revealed that she wore a silver gown so pale a silver it looked white, with a fitted bodice. The skirt was full and gathered, cut on the round, meaning that if you were to pull the hem of the skirt out in all directions, it would make a circle. The top was that of a Greek goddess's; clipped at the shoulders, then swooped down to leave her arm bare until halfway down her arm, where there was another pin. Then again at her elbow, then again half way down her lower arm, then finally at her wrist, where the rest of the material hung free.
There was a bright sparkling silver sash about her waist, and silver trimming on the swooped and gathered neckline. The pins, brooches, actually, were silver, as was the round, breathtakingly beautiful, newborn's-fist sized silver crystal at her throat.
"That stone..." Nenaphe commented on the crystal. "What is it made out of, if you please, my lady?"
"Oh, just call me Silvra," Silvra said in a bright, cheery voice. "And the crystal? I really dunno-"
"'Don't know,' lady, not 'dunno.'" Kana poked her in the ribs and Silvra pouted cutely, enticing a laugh from Amenea and a smile from everyone else.
"Well, while you get acquianted perhaps you'd all like refreshment?" Everyone looked towards the beautiful man, who pushed away from the wall, one hand in the pocket of his tailred pants, his other down at his side in a very casual stance. He smiled charmingly at Silvra, who blushed slightly. Amenea had to resist making goo-goo eyes as well. She very well might have lost the battle, had she not picked up immediately on the fact that this man wanted Silvra only for her beauty and status...
"Refreshment would include food, right?" Amenea inquired.
"Yes, Amenea, refreshment would include food," The man laughed, and signaled the Captain whom still stood in the doorway. He nodded, and in turn signaled someone outside the room. Almost immediately several covered trays and large pitchers and a set of cups were brought in and set down on the table. The servants bowed, and left.
"Please, ladies, have a seat," The man said, and took for himself a seat across from Silvra. Kana was on Silvra's left, and to Silvra's right sat Amenea. On Amenea's right was Jovia, then Nenaphe, then Rodica. Next to the beautiful man sat the Captain.
"Pardon me for saying this so bluntly," Rodica said in, her words arranged in an attempt to sound more 'proper.' "But we've all introduced ourselves, though I figured you already knew who we are, but...well, who the heck are you two?"
"My apologies for my rudeness," The beautiful man said, his face shining in amusement. "I am Rubar Asinus. I am one of the speakers for the Elite Council here at Headquartes. And this," He clapped the Elite officer ont he shoulder. "Is Captain Trippar, my highest ranking officer, and my trusted friend."
"Hello," Nenaphe said politely. Captain Trippar stood and removed the covers from the dishes, and Rodica passed down the plates and napkins.
"Lord Asinus," Nenaphe began as Jovia poured the juice.
"Rubar, please, I despise formality," He said charmingly. Nenaphe smiled shyly.
"Rubar," She said. "I hate to be 'blunt' as my friend Rodica put it, but...may I ask...I mean, that is, I mean to say, well what I'm trying to say, or rather, ask is...well..."
"What the hell are we doing here?" Amenea supplied brightly, filling her plate with dates and fruit breads and cheeses. Nenaphe flushed.
"Er...to put it...frankly, yes," Nenaphe agreed. "What are we doing here?"
"And why in the name of the mother of the moon did you have to make it kidnapping like?" Rodica added, her voice slightly angry and very indignent.
"My apologies," Rubar sighed. "The ones we sent to...invite you were...overzelous." Jovia snorted as she bit into a chunk of bread with gusto.
"Overzelous?" She repeated. "Try downright nasty," She glowered as she touched a knot at the back of her head where she had fallen. "And arent electric whips illegal?"
"Electic whips?" Captain Trippar echoed. "One of the officers used one?"
"On...on m-me and Jovia..." Nenaphe spoke up. "When our backs were turned..."
"I would have had him if he hadn't beena coward and snuck behind us!" Jovia growled, forgetting that she was calling one of Captain Trippar's fellows a name that many did not like to be called. Or rather, if she did remember, she didn't care. Luckily, neither did Trippar.
"I'll have to have a word with Luitenant Coronage," Trippar muttered.
"Though besides that, I must say you did an excellent job of fending the others off, miss Jovia," Rubar delicately bit into a fig. Jovia swallowed a chunk of cheese loudly, without chewing.
"That was one of my bad days," she said honestly. "Being able to fight is second nature to those of Alalia-under, it's as important as breathing. No, more so. If you can't breath, it still takes you a few minutes to die. Without being able to fight, you don't stand a chance for three minutes."
"I hate to say she's completely right," Amenea agreed. She then brightened. "But that's not what we're here to talk about, is it?"
"She's right," Rodica said. "You still haven't answered our question. Okay, you said that the officers you sent weren't supposed to manhandle us like they did. Fine, I can take that, but that still doesn't explain why you sent them for us in the first place. Or why you bothered to wash us all up and get us all fancy like."
"Indeed I do owe you ladies an explanation," Rubar said, sipping at his juice. "And I believe what I am about to say should clear it up as clear as it can get.
"The Elite are a group of well trained warriors, spies, and soldiers that keep the law and protect the unprotected." Rubar leaned forward. "It extremely hard to get into the Elite. You can be the best warrior there is, and still not get in. Why? Because every single person in these three towers that is an Elite officer has at least a single drop of Senshi blood in them. No one, unless they are somehow related to a descendant of the Senshi, can even test for the Cadet Academy."
"The...the Senshi?" Silvra inquired. "Who are they?"
"Ahhh...who are the Senshi...." Rubar smiled. "My dear, you will never hope to see their like, not even if you live thousands of years. For the Senshi are practically goddesses. Their souls are immortal, if any soul is so. They were the greatest warriors in this galaxy's entire history. The greatest. They were never defeated, not once, until they decided to give their lives rather than commit what they considered the ultimate sin of killing one of their own.
"Orignally, the Senshi were the Guardians of a legendary, paradise era known as the Silver Millennium. They were the guardians of the hope of that era, the heir to the throne of the entire Galaxy, the High Princess Serenity. The actual personal relationship between the Princess and her Senshi is unknown, but it is suspected they were the best of friends, for they sacraficed their lives to save hers time and time again, far above and beyond the what their oath had called of them.
"When the Silver Millennium fell because of a trecherous betrayl by the Princess's own aunt, the Queen, Serenity's mother, managed to salvage the survivors and send their souls, their essence, into the future to be reborn, erasing the Senshi and the Princess's memories of their true identies so that they might live peacefully.
"But that peace was not to last. Queen Beryl, Serenity's aunt, when she had brought about the downfall of the Silver Millennium, was trapped by Queen Selenity, her sister, inside the sun. But unfortunately, Queen Beryl broke free of her eternal prison, and set again on conquering the known universe.
"Luckily, the memories of the Senshi and the Princess were awakened enough so that they were able to stop and destroy her in time, but once this was finished, again their memories were buried by the wish of the Princess, whom had great power from a family heirloom, the Illusion Crystal. The Princess had joined her Senshi and become one of them, the first Sailor Moon, though the planetary Senshi forever claimed that their first and foremost duty would forever be to protect her first, and the Earth second.
"Eventually, another evil arose, forcing them all to remember. This time, once the enemy was destroyed, they kept their memories, and lived out their lives defending the Earth and their Princess, who was their leader.
"Now, no one knows how or why, but it when a Senshi from another Galaxy came, possessed by the goddess of Chaos, Destiny itself had preordained that Princess Serenity, with the aid of her Senshi, would truimph. But, somehow, they didn't. They lost, rather than destroy something they all deemed more precious than Earth itself. And so they perished, but, before their souls were cast away, waiting to be reborn again in the future, from their spilt blood the Princess basically cloned her Senshi and herself. While these babes were identicle to their 'parent's in DNA, they did not hold their mother's souls or their powers. Perhaps she had planned to plant the souls of her loved ones in the cloned babes, but was unable to. Whatever the case, these enfants were their own people, though they all had extraordinarily quick ability to heal, amazing agility, speed, and sometimes strength. While their abilities did not reach an uncanny level, it was inhuman. Meanwhile, the Senshi were never seen again.
"Earth fell into shambles for a good hundred years or so before it picked itself up on its own, without the aid of the Senshi or destiny or fate or anything else. The descendants of the Senshi 'clones' took it upon themselves to form a guardianship that would dedicate itself to protecting and serving others. Other people believed them to be Elite to the common law keepers, and the name stuck. Thus, the Elite was born, almost three hundred years ago. And here it is today, growing strong."
"Strong my butt," Silvra said bluntly after a moment.
"Silvra!" Kana exclaimed with surprise rather than disapproval. Rubar raised an eyebrow.
"Oh?" He asked eloquently.
"The Elite have been sliding downwards rather fast both in popularity and effenciency these past years, and everyone knows it." Silvra said.
"Faesilvria!" Kana hissed.
"What?" Silvra pouted. "Mama's not here to whack me when I'm rude, so I can speak my mind!" Kana rolled her eyes. Silvra tossed one of her ponytails over her shoulder. To Kana's surprise, Silvra had decided to redo that bun and ponytail hairstyle. For some reason, Silvra felt that it was...right. Even she wasn't lossed on how absurd it is that one might find a hairstyle that they were meant to wear their entire lives...
Upon arriving at Headquarters, Silvra had been given a suite or rooms, one sitting/living room, a study with a small collection of books that Silvra vowed to stay as far away from as possible, a bedroom with the highest ceiling Silvra had ever seen, a bathing room (the bath, the size of a small pool, was half the size of hers at home) and a dressing room with, surpisingly, little more than nesseccities for a wardrobe. What really confused her was the presence of Elite uniforms... The maids had assured her that these rooms were hers. So why would an officer had left their uniforms?
But before she'd been able to ponder, Kana had, ever cautious of her health -Her health! when it was Kana who keeled over if she breathed to hard!- had put her to bed with some cookies and warm milk.
That had been yesterday. She and Kana together had selected her outfit, selecting something that clearly stated her station (that one Kana had insisted on. Silvra would have been happy to dress as a civilian.) but was easy to move around in should fleeing become nessecary. Really, Kana was almost her body guard, the way she so thoroughly thought out these things. Indeed, Kana had been trained in a few ancient fighting arts, and were it not for her lung condition, she might very well be Silvra's bodyguard officially.
But she wasn't, and for that Silvra was grateful. The thought of one of her friends -actually, her only friend- putting their lives in danger to keep her safe...she shuddered even as she thought about it.
"Hey, meatball head!" Silvra was snapped out of her reverie by a rather rude calling. Kana glared at Rodica.
"Hey!" Silvra said indignently. "These are buns and pigtails, okay? Whatever gave you the idea they were meatballs?"
"'Cause they're meatballs to go with that sphagetti of a brain, that's what," Rodica stuck out her tongue, to which Silvra heartily replied in like.
"Least I don't go walking around insulting people!" Silvra quipped, sitting up tall in her seat, every inch a grand lady, and looked straight ahead, refusing to look as Rodica growled.
"Hey, I was just trying to get your attention, meatball head; you asked a question, at least keep your ditzy mind present long enough to hear the answer!"
"Ditzy?" Silvra sputtered in rage, turned to face Rodica, and standing up fast enough that her chair was shoved back. She stepped around the back of Nenaphe -whom had her head in her hands- Jovia -who was smirking- and Amenea -who was looking at Rodica pleadingly. By the time Silvra came to Rodica, the seeress had stood, and they were nose to nose...actually, nose to chin, since Silvra was considerably shorter.
"Say that again to my face," Silvra growled lowly.
"Meat. Ball. Head. Ditz. Sphagetti. Brains. Airhead. Meatball head. Should I continue?"
"Why you...you...you...."
"Gee, that's soooo witty."
"Ugh!" Silvra screeched. And, sumiltaniously, Rodica and Silvra both whipped out their best weapons and began firing; a full fledged rasberry war was in session.
"Ladies, ladies!" Rubar cut through their war making, and Silvra and Rodica looked at him. Nenaphe and Kana both released sighs of relief, and Jovia gave Rodica a low hand slap.
"Ladies, now that you have heard the history of the Elite in summarized form, I shall get to the point." He said, standing as Silvra, with one last tongue-sticking-out over her shoulder at Rodica, took her seat as well at the same time Rodica sat down.
"'Bout time," Jovia glowered. Rubar didn't even glance at her as he continued.
"As Lady Monstrahl exposed to you, the Elite have been rapidly loosing popularity, support, and efficiency. This is because several years ago, threat of war, though a small one, was present and the Governor asked us to step up our numbers. Well, as I said, you have to have at least forty DNA similarities to the DNA of the Senshi in order even enter the Cadet Academy. To respond to the Governor's request, we lowered that requirement to twenty. Now, the younger, newer officers, the ones that there really is only a 10% chance they're related to the descendants of the Senshi at all, they have gotten rash, conceitful, power hungry."
"Now that the war threat is over, we realize what a mistake it was to lower the requirement." Captain Trippar added. "But, if we try and 'fire' the officers, they may very well just band together and turn around and wage war on us."
"You'd have a civil war on your hands," Nenaphe summed up. "I see your problem... But, if I may be so bold as to ask...what does that have to do with us?"
"Everything. For you, or rather, Lady Monstrahl, are the solution." Rubar said. "You see, one of our...legends here at the Elite, a fable, if you will, is that one day the true Senshi will be reborn into five members of the Elite."
"But aren't there...ten Senshi?" Amenea spoke up suddenly, her tone thoughtful.
"Er...depends on your definition of....Senshi..." Trippar said after a moment. "There were four other 'Senshi' who assisted the true senshi every now and then...but they were never really one group. The Senshi we talk about are the 'inner' Senshi. The ones whom only assisted in the most dire battles, and who looked down on the Inners because they believed them...weak, because of their high morales, they were the Outer Senshi. Where they went when not assisting the Inners, it isn't known. It is suspected they were responsible for making sure no evils entered our Galaxy outside our solar system."
"That...that sounds...right...." Silvra said after a moment. Rubar looked at her for a moment, then Amenea, whom had asked the question.
"How did she know?" Trippar thought, looking at Silvra. "Not many people outside the Elite even know about the Senshi, let alone that there were ten..." He tucked away the rest of that trail of thought for further pondering on a rainy day.
"Well, as I was saying," Rubar continued, not missing the glances the girls, even Silvra and Kana, were exchanging. "One of our little fables is that one day, the Senshi themselves will appear in reborn form. They will have extraordinary powers, and control over the elements; stone -or, rather, crystal- ice, fire, weather and nature, and light. They will rise up and take control of the Elite, replace the Council, work out the flaws in our system, and Earth will become a paradise. We have been working especially hard to teach this as a truth, practically its own religion, if you will, to the newest recruits and younger officers."
"Let me guess," Rodica said after a moment. "You want us to play these reincarnated Senshi, and then put us on a pedestal, and hide behind us and use us to kick out those you don't like. Like puppets."
"No, not puppets. Indeed, you will get full benefits. You will be treated like goddesses." Rubar told him.
"That explains why we were brought here...it also explains why we in particular were selected," Jovia said thoughtfully. Silvra sat, silent, watching everything with wide eyes. "You did your research," She credited him. "You knew we were all friends, as the Senshi must have been, and, if I'm not mistaken, you selected us for our looks, huh? You wanted us to semi match the looks of the Senshi."
"Or at least wha you think the Senshi looked like," Amenea added. Jovia nodded.
"You've nailed it," Rubar told them. "So, what do you say?" He looked at Silvra.
"M-me?" Silvra blinked.
"Yes, you, my dear," Rubar smiled. "Each one of you will play a Senshi. Your house is the leading house in the circle of the Houses of the Moon. Who do you think you will be, dear?"
Silvra's eyes widened.
"Her?" Rodica raised an eyebrow with a slight snort. "She barely passes as a lady, even with the fancy clothes and that crystal. Do you honestly think she could play a princess?"
"She will not only be your princess, but your leader, as well," Trippar said, running his finger around the edge of his goblet, smiling in amusement. "And as thus most decisions will fall to her. And if she deems so, this one as well."
"Hey, heck no, I'm not deciding! Not now!" Silvra shook her head vigorously. "Besides, this decision is for all of us! I have no right to decide for them!" No one noticed the glance Rodica threw her, a look that had a new, slight gleem of respect to it.
"Don't we get, like, a time frame to think about this?" Amenea asked.
"I'm assuming this all does not include me?" Kana inquired. Rubar nodded. "Indeed, it does not. And when you go back I'll have asked you not to speak a word of this." Kana nodded.
"And yes, Miss Harte," Rubar told her with a predatory smile. "You do get a timeframe. Five minutes." With that, he rose, bowed slightly to Silvra, and he and Captain Trippar left, no doubt to return promptly in five minutes for their answer.
"Okay, can anyone else say 'totally unfair?'" Amenea grumbled.
"Totally unfair!" Silvra said indignantly, with a slight pout. "Who does he think we are?"
"Lap dogs at his beck and call?" Jovia suggested bitterly.
"Guys, as much as I agree with you and hate how his manipulating us," Nenaphe spoke up. "I have to say I am excited about this opportunity. Oh, not to be played and used and pretend to be someone that I'm not, but-"
"Uh...Am-I mean, Neph...isn't that kinda all there is to it?" Jovia raised an eyebrow in disgust.
"No, Nenaphe's right!" Silvra said suddenly. "Don't you guys get it? We've got a chance to not only be...well, princesses, goddesses, but...we get to help!"
"Rubar did say himself that the Elite is going to shambles," Rodica pointed out. "And as much as I hated having to keep a look out for 'em to keep my neck out of a noose, they always did catch all the nasty vermin that lived in Alalia-under. They never really bothered those who were honestly just trying to survive."
"We'd be heros," Amenea said softly. "Celebrities...for a while anyway."
"What will they do with us once they're done, though?" Jovia asked a good question.
"Well, I don't think they'd kill us," Silvra said, nibbling at an apple. "'Cause people would suspect it was all just a big shamoo if we suddenly disappeared."
"Unless they had us declare something like, 'oh, we're going to go join our fellow gods and godettes, okay, bye bye!'" Amenea pointed out.
"I wouldn't let em," Silvra said fiercely. "I may be in disgrace, but I'm still nobility."
"Disgrace?" Rodica raised an eyebrow.
"Let's not get off the subject," Nenaphe cut in. Silvra and Kana both threw her a grateful look. "The question is, would it be worth it, to be used and played like puppets, and cleanse the Elite?"
There was silence for a moment.
"A lot of good was done by the Elite before they started going nasty," Amenea admitted. "Kind of like the musketeers; loyal, brave, good morales. They used to protect the people. The old Elite would never have just snatched and manhandled us like they did, even if we were from Alalia-under." She bit her lip gently. "I...I think I'd be willing to bring that back if it will mean better protection and service for the people. Even....Even if it means being puppets."
"I'll have to second that," Rodica said. Her eyes glimmered. "But who says we have to be puppets? We've probably got a better idea of what needs to be done in the Elite, since we've had to live under their rule. I say we pretend to go along with what they want us to do, then we take matters into our own hands once we've been acknowledged as the Senshi. They'll be powerless to stop us, since they put us in power in the first place."
"Well now that you put it that way," Jovia was grinning now. "I'll have to pitch in; you guys couldn't fight to save your lives. You'll need my help."
"And I'm in, too," Nenaphe said. "Someone will have to catalog all our doings for future reference."
"What about you, Meatball head?" Rodica's tone was actually friendly. Silvra grinned.
"Sounds good to me!" She said. "All for one..."
"And one for all!" The other girls echoed, and laughed. Even Kana was smiling.
"Time is up, ladies," Rubar said upon entering. "What is the verdict." They all exchanged looks, then looked to Silvra, who grinned.
"We'll do it!" Silvra said, jumping up in a most unladylike way. "Look out, Elite, here we come!"
To Be Continued…
Ugh! Now ALL of FF.net is down! *grumbles* Well, by the time you read this, FF.Net will have been back up for a while, probably, so why am I grumping to you? Oh, that's right, because I'm TICKED! *grumbles again* *sigh* oh, well.
Any special requests about what you would like to see happen? Do you want Rubar to try and woo Silvra? How would you like Arden (Darien) to come back into the story? Don't worry, he will be back, probably in the next chapter. Do you want them (the Senshi) to make any friends? If so, what kind? Do you think Amenea (Mina) and Captain Trippar would make a good couple?
Review, or e-mail and tell me what you think, please! Advice, suggestions, feedback, and constructive crisism (not flames; there is a difference) are welcome. Needless, pointless, and just plain brainless flames such as 'this story sucks' will be used to fuel my creative fire and make it so that even to the closed minded, this story will not 'suck.'
Anyhoo, hope you enjoyed, and I hope to see you in the next chapter! Ja!
Hope Makes the Universe Shine,
Makura Koneko
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