1 Episode Two: Destiny Catches up with Tskui
**Warning: This Episode is not for children under the age of 14**
Walking slowly down the steps outside of the school, Tskui began to weave a story in her head. There were ten ordinary girls. They had a close bond of friendship that sustained them through hard times. Something else held them together... A secret? Yes... together they defended the world from evil. In mini-skirts to add to the silliness of her idea... And the girls would fight with the power of guardian planets to defend an imperiled universe...
On and on she daydreamed. Then she began to weave herself into the story. She would be different...
Tskui dozed in the warm sunbeams, her bentou lunch forgotten in her lap. In her dream state, a young girl with short dark hair and eyes wizened beyond her years appeared before her. Tskui looked around, and found herself in a cool misty wood. A violet glow emanated all around. Dressed in nothing but black, and so somber for a teenage girl , the image before her was insubstantial, like the fog she was surrounded by. The girl seemed familiar, but in the swirls of moisture it was hard to make out the specific features of her face..
"Pandora." The girl whispered, her voice full of affection. "Why can't you see the truth?"
"Who's Pandora?" Tskui asked in wonder.
At this the mystery girl smiled in silent laughter.
"You are, baka. You are one of us, Sailor Pandora."
"One of who? Who are you?"
"I am Hotaru, and we are the Sailor Senshi. You were just thinking of us, remember? Hurry up, Tskui, remember us, recall the past from so long ago. The way it used to be." The girl who was Hotaru held out something that glowed a dark red and her smile turned sadly.
"Here, take this. I hope it will help you remember who you really are. Keep it safe and never use it, unless the need is great."
"What is it? How do I use it?" Tskui whispered, even as she reached for the glowing item.
"You will know when the time comes, cousin."
"Cousin?"
Tskui took hold of the item and saw it was a little brooch engraved with the sign of Saturn, and something else a moon, perhaps. It flashed twice a scarlet red, and all at once a pain filled her body that echoed through her very life force, like it had been there all the time waiting to be recognized. Through eyes that glowed red she gazed at Hotaru, and she other smiled a bittersweet smile. Understanding slowly dawned as the girl Hotaru faded away into shadows, where there once was light...
She was a sailor senshi …? Tskui shook her head in the strong sunshine, combs aglitter.
***
After her classes were finished for the day, Tskui walked home, her violin case beneath one arm. Around her neck was strung the brooch she had been handed by the girl Hotaru. Her fingers ran absently over the engravings as she went to open the door to her brown, one-story home. She removed her shoes, but as her hand reached for the knob, the door swung open into the most horrible display she had ever seen.
The Interior of her home, normally an immaculate white, was splashed red like an insane abstract painting. Upon one wall, a smudged handprint was splattered, on the floor, crimson droplets of blood soaked the fibers. There was far too much… this was not an accident gone horribly wrong…
Horror struck and stupid with fear, Tskui stepped into the room, her stocking feet following the tale the blood before her told. When she reached the dining room, the far wall was spattered with more blood, and the signs of struggle were everywhere. Breakfast dishes were still on the table, the box of sugary cereal her mother loved was on it's side, the puffed corn scattered over the table's shiny surface.
Tskui fled the room, running to her parent's bedroom.
"Mom? Dad!!!!" she screamed into the all-to-silent house. Please God, don't let this be their blood… Tskui prayed.
But when she opened the door, the worst sight a child could see was before her. On the bed, was her father, his head bent at a horribly wrong angle, looking at her. And on the floor, she could see her mother's figure, slumped into a fetal position lying in her own…. Her mouth opened in a silent scream.
A noise distracted Tskui before she could comprehend the enormity of the scene. She was not alone in the room. Off in the left corner of the room, a dark figure hovered ominously. When Tskui turned toward it, the figure came forward, the shadows falling away from it's face. She took a step back, her hand coming to her throat and circling around the dream-gift from Hotaru.
"They didn't have it." The creature rasped, his voice sounding like a swarm of locusts in the night.
"H-have what?" Stammered Tskui, inching back to the door.
"The Souchou, child. I wonder," it hissed, "could you have it?" It's eyes, the color of spoiled cream, stared at her hungrily.
Tskui's mind worked rapidly, translating the word Souchou… Liquid Crystal… blood… Oh god…
"No!" she yelled aloud, yanking the brooch from her necklace and holding it before her like a talisman.
"The sign of Pandora!" The thing exclaimed, it's grotesque face contorting in fear. "Then you are the one I am after!" The monster raced toward her, it's eyes filled with desire, hunger, and fear.
"No!" Tskui yelled again. A pain was tearing through her body, her vision being blinded with silver and red light. Her palm was burning, and when she looked at her hand, the brooch was glowing with the same silver light.
"You will know when the time comes, cousin."
The voice of the Japanese girl whispered through her head. She did know! And holding the brooch in front of her body with both hands, she screamed the phrase that floated through her mind in desperation.
"Pandora Orbital Power… MAKE UP!"
***
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**Warning: This Episode is not for children under the age of 14**
Walking slowly down the steps outside of the school, Tskui began to weave a story in her head. There were ten ordinary girls. They had a close bond of friendship that sustained them through hard times. Something else held them together... A secret? Yes... together they defended the world from evil. In mini-skirts to add to the silliness of her idea... And the girls would fight with the power of guardian planets to defend an imperiled universe...
On and on she daydreamed. Then she began to weave herself into the story. She would be different...
Tskui dozed in the warm sunbeams, her bentou lunch forgotten in her lap. In her dream state, a young girl with short dark hair and eyes wizened beyond her years appeared before her. Tskui looked around, and found herself in a cool misty wood. A violet glow emanated all around. Dressed in nothing but black, and so somber for a teenage girl , the image before her was insubstantial, like the fog she was surrounded by. The girl seemed familiar, but in the swirls of moisture it was hard to make out the specific features of her face..
"Pandora." The girl whispered, her voice full of affection. "Why can't you see the truth?"
"Who's Pandora?" Tskui asked in wonder.
At this the mystery girl smiled in silent laughter.
"You are, baka. You are one of us, Sailor Pandora."
"One of who? Who are you?"
"I am Hotaru, and we are the Sailor Senshi. You were just thinking of us, remember? Hurry up, Tskui, remember us, recall the past from so long ago. The way it used to be." The girl who was Hotaru held out something that glowed a dark red and her smile turned sadly.
"Here, take this. I hope it will help you remember who you really are. Keep it safe and never use it, unless the need is great."
"What is it? How do I use it?" Tskui whispered, even as she reached for the glowing item.
"You will know when the time comes, cousin."
"Cousin?"
Tskui took hold of the item and saw it was a little brooch engraved with the sign of Saturn, and something else a moon, perhaps. It flashed twice a scarlet red, and all at once a pain filled her body that echoed through her very life force, like it had been there all the time waiting to be recognized. Through eyes that glowed red she gazed at Hotaru, and she other smiled a bittersweet smile. Understanding slowly dawned as the girl Hotaru faded away into shadows, where there once was light...
She was a sailor senshi …? Tskui shook her head in the strong sunshine, combs aglitter.
***
After her classes were finished for the day, Tskui walked home, her violin case beneath one arm. Around her neck was strung the brooch she had been handed by the girl Hotaru. Her fingers ran absently over the engravings as she went to open the door to her brown, one-story home. She removed her shoes, but as her hand reached for the knob, the door swung open into the most horrible display she had ever seen.
The Interior of her home, normally an immaculate white, was splashed red like an insane abstract painting. Upon one wall, a smudged handprint was splattered, on the floor, crimson droplets of blood soaked the fibers. There was far too much… this was not an accident gone horribly wrong…
Horror struck and stupid with fear, Tskui stepped into the room, her stocking feet following the tale the blood before her told. When she reached the dining room, the far wall was spattered with more blood, and the signs of struggle were everywhere. Breakfast dishes were still on the table, the box of sugary cereal her mother loved was on it's side, the puffed corn scattered over the table's shiny surface.
Tskui fled the room, running to her parent's bedroom.
"Mom? Dad!!!!" she screamed into the all-to-silent house. Please God, don't let this be their blood… Tskui prayed.
But when she opened the door, the worst sight a child could see was before her. On the bed, was her father, his head bent at a horribly wrong angle, looking at her. And on the floor, she could see her mother's figure, slumped into a fetal position lying in her own…. Her mouth opened in a silent scream.
A noise distracted Tskui before she could comprehend the enormity of the scene. She was not alone in the room. Off in the left corner of the room, a dark figure hovered ominously. When Tskui turned toward it, the figure came forward, the shadows falling away from it's face. She took a step back, her hand coming to her throat and circling around the dream-gift from Hotaru.
"They didn't have it." The creature rasped, his voice sounding like a swarm of locusts in the night.
"H-have what?" Stammered Tskui, inching back to the door.
"The Souchou, child. I wonder," it hissed, "could you have it?" It's eyes, the color of spoiled cream, stared at her hungrily.
Tskui's mind worked rapidly, translating the word Souchou… Liquid Crystal… blood… Oh god…
"No!" she yelled aloud, yanking the brooch from her necklace and holding it before her like a talisman.
"The sign of Pandora!" The thing exclaimed, it's grotesque face contorting in fear. "Then you are the one I am after!" The monster raced toward her, it's eyes filled with desire, hunger, and fear.
"No!" Tskui yelled again. A pain was tearing through her body, her vision being blinded with silver and red light. Her palm was burning, and when she looked at her hand, the brooch was glowing with the same silver light.
"You will know when the time comes, cousin."
The voice of the Japanese girl whispered through her head. She did know! And holding the brooch in front of her body with both hands, she screamed the phrase that floated through her mind in desperation.
"Pandora Orbital Power… MAKE UP!"
***
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