Recarnation, Part Two
Chapter 6
Disclaimer: I did not make up the Sailor Senshi's, they belong to Naoko
and everybody else associated with the right. Some of the Inner's name
are made by Aurora Eos Rose and used with premission.
This is my own version of the second life of the senshis. Since
Minako is my favourite of the Inners, I set this is London, England,
where she fought evil as Sailor V before she met the others. The time frame
is 1721. I might have things wrong, since I don't know that much about London
society and protocol and everything, so don't complain about those.
I've a bunch of classes to worry about, so I don't have the time to go back
and change every little detail that I've wrong. Sorry about that. I
hope you like this one.
Ace and Adonis are not the same person.
And some characters are from CCS, and they belong to Clamp.
// - flashbacks
* - thoughts
~ - mind sent
______________________________________________
I woke up with a splitting headache, sunlight shining behind my
closed eyelids. Groaning, I sat up slowly, a string of curses falling
from my lips, damning all liquor to eternal hell.
"Well, Miss Aria, that's quite a vocabulary that you have."
The voice was low and amused, and too close for my comfort. My eyes
flew open, staring into the steel-gray orbs of my husband. I sat up faster
than lightning, clutching the blanket to my chest as I registered the fact
that the jerk was in bed with me, without a single stitch on. He was lying
on his elbow, eyes dancing with mirth.
"So, you were a virgin. I'd have never guessed."
I stared at him in shock.
"Were a virgin? Oh, Goddess, you don't mean..."
For the first time, I became aware of the soreness between my legs.
"How dare you take me against my will?!"
I shouted, anger and frustration overcoming common sense as I
recoverd from my previous shock. He raised a finely chiseled eyebrow.
"Against your will? I beg to differ. If my memory does not fail me,
you were quite passionate last night. You were actually begging for me to
make you mine for eternity. I would never force myself on an unwilling
woman! What do you think I am, a rapist?"
I glared at him and the mock hurt expression on his face.
"Pretty damn close! And this does NOT give you the right to do
with me whatever you want when I am drunk!"
He grinned again. I wanted nothing better than to put my fist and
the hours I'd spend on my fighting moves to good use.
"Your passion was quite real, considering the fact that you
called out my name numerous times when I pleasured you."
I closed and opened my mouth several times, finding no good
retort for this piece of information, but I managed one word.
"Damn!"
"Aria, you really shouldn't use such words. What would the servants
think of you?"
I glared at him.
"Tomoyo and the others know how I feel, so they are ready."
"Maybe, but my servants don't. And they'd expect better behavior from
a Duchess."
I growled, wanting desperately to smack my fist into his face.
"I may be married, but I'm still Ariadne Summerton, daughter of the
Marquess of Fond. You can't make me submit to your whims."
He grabbed my arm in a bruising grip, and I held back a wince of
pain with difficulty.
"Maybe, but never forget, you belong to me. You have since the day I
first saw you."
I slapped his hand away, and nearly cringed at the deadly look in his
eyes. I knew that if I piss him off there would be hell to pay, but who did this
arrogant bastard think he was?
"You may have my body, but you'll never have my spirit. My heart and
soul belong to another." (A.N. She means Serentiy, but Kevin believes she's talking
about another man.)
The grey orbs turned not cold, but icy. I could literally fell
the anger radiating of him.
"Tell me his name."
"Why?"
His glare was menacing enough to send the hardiest soldier scrambling
for cover, but as leader of the gang I had often given similar looks before.
The eyes narrowed.
"Don't you ever use that tone with me. If I tell you to do something,
you are supposed to do it, even if I tell you to jump off a cliff. If I ask
you something, you're expected to answer promptly and truthfully. Now tell
me his name, or I'll beat the information out of you."
I snorted, moving away from his hands that shot out like serpents,
and flung a nearby robe over my shoulders. Wild flowers and red wine. His robe.
I grimaced, but decided it was better than dancing nude in front of an overly
jealous and lecherous Duke.
"Sounds like you want a slave. Sorry, pal, but I told you that you would
never own me. If you'd like to find someone like that, give me a divorce, or at
least an annulment, and we'd both probably be a lot happier."
I knew my tone was haughty and mocking, but I couldn't help it.
"Listen, little girl. You know how..."
But I interrupted him before he could finish his sentence, anger
boiling under my calm exterior.
"Little girl? I'll show what this little girl can do."
I grabbed a random dress and corset and petticoats, and ran out of the
door before he even had time to react. I hid in a closet, changing, smirking as
I heard him roaring like a wounded lion, literally tearing the house apart.
His voice moved farther and farther away from my hiding place, and I slipped
out. Tiptoeing my way toward the door, I prayed that I had lost him. No such
luck. A step into the kitchen, and I was nearly crushed under the intense anger
of the yell. I rubbed my ears, my normally blank face replaced by frown.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
He was pushing his luck. No one could control me.
"Living life."
I answered curtly, stepping into a pair of high heels by the
door. I ducked his punch, and planted the heel into his stomach. The
Duke doubled over in pain, and I raced out of the house in a flash of
gold. First stop, the stables. Rudely elbowing the stable boys out of
the way, I quickly ran to the last stall, where a golden mare was quietly
chewing. I slipped in, and the mare glanced up, one eye fixed on me. A
moment later, she abandoned her feed, and butted me gently with her head.
I laughed softly, and swung myself up and onto her back, riding sidesaddle.
Clucking my tongue gently, I urged her into a quick trot. She responded
with great enthusiasm, evading the stable boys frantic tries to catch her.
As she leapt out of the door, I called out,
"See you later, boys. Give the Duke my regards and tell him I'll
be back after I've found a lover to say goodbye."
And with a soft giggle, I galloped towards Diane's place.
****************************
"Diane,"
I called, letting myself into her house, knowing her mother
wasn't home. The blue-haired girl floated out of the kitchen, smiling
sweetly at me, decked in an apron.
"Aria! Glad to see you still in one piece. How did it go?"
I raised an eyebrow.
"How did what go?"
"You know, the first night?"
I bit my lip. True, I had been way too drunk to remember much
as my present headache reminded me, but not drunk enough to forget that
it had felt wonderful to be naked in his arms while his body moved against
mine.
"I don't know, Diane,"
I answered softly, thoroughly confused.
"Anyway,"
I gave her bright smile, changing the topic.
"What are you doing?"
She grinned at me.
"Making tea cakes."
I raised an eyebrow.
"I thought cook said that you couldn't be anywhere near his oven
again after your last batch blew up. We all know you can make fire-works but
not tea cakes."
We both laughed softly. I suddenly remembered something.
"Oh, Diane. I've been so caught up in my life that I neglected the gang.
Did they give us back our seaport cabin?"
Worry clouded Diane's pretty features.
"No."
I stared at her in shock, and repeated stupidly,
"No?"
She shook her head.
"They've justified their reason for staying there because you're married
to Lightning."
She made a face.
"You know how the marriage vow goes. "Everything the wife has
belongs to her husband." And we didn't want to endanger you, so we didn't react
to their idea of the Napoleon Codes."
I felt anger boiling in me. That bastard! I turned to Diane, my voice cold.
"There's a ball tonight, right?"
She stared at me kind of strangely, but nodded.
"Good. I'll tell you my plan. Then I'll sneak back home, grab some
clothes, and stay the rest of the day here. The Duke would never think to look
for me here. Oh, and Diane, I don't care how you do it, but make sure that Kevin
will be there."
* That evening *
I hung onto the arm of my escort, a young man who went by the name of
Adonis of Saijou, and sauntered into the ballroom, looking for Kevin. He was
there, enjoying a quiet dinner with a pretty brunette who I knew by sight. Her
name was Helen Queenscove, daughter of the Earl of Trebond - and she looked
absolutely thrilled to be with Kevin. I ignored the jealous feeling in my gut,
and decided that two could play this game. I sat down on a nearby table with
Adonis, covered my friends, and pretended to be entirely absorbed in the
conversation. But in reality, I could feel Kevin's eyes boring into my back.
I nearly smiled. Lita had put all her energy into getting me ready for tonight.
The dress was heavy white silk and strapless, hugging every curve of my figure,
with two slits up my leg that stopped mid-thigh. Black pearls glittered at my
throat, wrist, and ears, the dark color complementing the whiteness of my dress.
My hair was done up in a complicated design that was supposed to be at the
height of fashion, with two identical locks framing my face and the rest
piled on top of my head, the whole thing held up with the help of a Japanese
clip in the shape of a long pen, studded with ruby and sapphires. For the first
time in my life, I felt truly beautiful. As for Adonis, he kept missing his
mouth with his fork as he stared at me. I suppressed a yawn, screening the lower
half of my face with my fan. Adonis was good-looking and from a well-known family,
but unfortunately also an absolute bore and quite conceited. Finally, I couldn't
stand it anymore.
"Sir, if you'll excuse me for a moment...."
I didn't wait for permission, but slipped out into the garden, basking in
the soft glow of the moonlight and light breeze. A twig snapped behind me, but I
didn't bother to turn around, for I already knew who it was.
"Fate is cruel, isn't it? Maybe, in normal life, we could have had a happy
marriage, but with present circumstances, that is not an option. I sometime wish I
could map my life like a man maps the course of the brightly twinkling stars, yet,
life probably wouldn't be worth living if we knew how each stage would end."
I felt his warm breath on my neck as he took a step closer to me,
"Aria."
He began, but I shook my head, moving farther from him.
"Stay away from me, Kevin. I'm dangerous."
I closed my eyes, pain tearing at my heart. This was the life that was handed
to me, a life without love and without hope, a life that was entirely dedicated to
the Gang. Two strong arms encircled me from behind, his pain echoing my own, and the
tears began to flow. He held me as I sobbed, centuries of agony flowing from me. As
I regained control of myself, I reluctantly broke out of the circle of his protection,
and stared up into his eyes.
"We were never meant to be. As leader of the Jade gang and a lady of the warrior
class, I could never be with you."
My tone turned hard.
"But, I want more from a life than just fighting. Let me take a lover, and we'll
leave London. You never have to see us again, unless you attack the Jade Gang."
When he spoke, his voice mirrored mine in coldness.
"So you came here to try to replace me in your bed? How many do you intend to sleep
with before this week if over?"
My jaw tightened, anger coming to surface again. There weren't many people who
could annoy me, but he seemed to know all the right buttons to push.
"I don't want to have that many men in my life. Not a dozen, just one."
With that, I stalked away, totally in control of my emotions now. Before I
disappeared from his sight, I tossed one more glance back, and finished that scene of
weakness with one comment.
"I hope you find the same happiness with Helen of Trebond as I've found with
Adonis of Saijou."
I stepped back into the ballroom, knowing that Kevin had gotten the wrong idea
from my comment, the underlying meaning escaping undetected and unexplored. I mingled
with the crowd, but by coincidence, Adonis spontaneously appeared at my elbow before
I had even taken more than five steps.
"Ariadne. I love this song."
And without waiting for my response, he literally dragged me onto the dance
floor, squeezing me rudely through talking circles while stepping on my feet all the
time. I cast my eyes around, focusing on two silvery-blond ponytails, its owner
dancing with a black-haired man. I immediately recognized who it was, and tried
gently to break out of Adonis's hold on me. Sadly, he had grabbed my hands so
tightly that there was no way I could escape. I sighed inwardly, deciding that
I better still remember my acting lessons from years ago if I wanted to survive.
I closed my eyes tightly, and suddenly went limp. I conjured up the most horrifying
image my overly imaginative mind could come up with, and felt the blood leaving my
face. Then, I suddenly bent over as if in pain. Adonis stopped moving.
"Ariadne? What's wrong?"
I opened my eyes, face drawn taunt with imaginable pain, voice weak.
"Please, Adonis. I'm not feeling that well. Could you take me back
to my friends?"
He looked around a little hesitantly, but with a little further urging he
guided me back to the tables. I stared at Diane, my left hand spread out, before
forming into a fist, with the pinky pointing upward, and jerked my hand lightly to
the right. Diane placed a hand under her chin, and I gave her a tiny smile. She moved
forward, fake worry clouding her eyes.
"Did she have another attack?"
I groaned inwardly.
*Perfect, Diane, just perfect. Brilliant idea to make it sound as if I've
some contagious disease.*
"Please, Diane. I want to go home."
She nodded swiftly, and waved Adonis off when he insisted on taking me back.
"No."
she said, her voice broking no argument.
"She might have another attack, but you don't know what to do. We do, and
the actions may save her life."
Adonis reluctantly agreed, and the girls hurried me outside. Once in the
safety of the shadows, I turned to them.
"Victoria is here, I just saw her. She was reborn as Serenity Yue, and married
to Matthew Woodville. We need to tell her about her past life."
Cassie shook her head. "Let her live her life in peace, Aria. Why ruin
her happiness?"
I glared at her.
"Cassie, you don't understand. She needs to know what has happened to
protect herself. Truth hurts more when covered by deception."
Cassie reluctantly agreed, and all four of us decided that Lita would
probably be best at explaining things. She agreed to go, moving back into the
ballroom to find our former princess.
_________________________________________
End of Chapter 6. Hope you liked it. Please review. If you've any idea for Part 3 (the
time frame has to be between 1721 and the Negaverse), please e-mail me. I've decided to
do five parts of Recarnation, but I honestly don't know what the next setting should be.
The Bombing of Pearl Harbor, WWII, Hawai? The Fall of Hitler? The second industrial
revolution? The Civil War between the North and South? Please give me some ideas, since
I think it'll be really boring to jump from 1721 right to their present life. And drop me
a note, 'kay?
Chapter 6
Disclaimer: I did not make up the Sailor Senshi's, they belong to Naoko
and everybody else associated with the right. Some of the Inner's name
are made by Aurora Eos Rose and used with premission.
This is my own version of the second life of the senshis. Since
Minako is my favourite of the Inners, I set this is London, England,
where she fought evil as Sailor V before she met the others. The time frame
is 1721. I might have things wrong, since I don't know that much about London
society and protocol and everything, so don't complain about those.
I've a bunch of classes to worry about, so I don't have the time to go back
and change every little detail that I've wrong. Sorry about that. I
hope you like this one.
Ace and Adonis are not the same person.
And some characters are from CCS, and they belong to Clamp.
// - flashbacks
* - thoughts
~ - mind sent
______________________________________________
I woke up with a splitting headache, sunlight shining behind my
closed eyelids. Groaning, I sat up slowly, a string of curses falling
from my lips, damning all liquor to eternal hell.
"Well, Miss Aria, that's quite a vocabulary that you have."
The voice was low and amused, and too close for my comfort. My eyes
flew open, staring into the steel-gray orbs of my husband. I sat up faster
than lightning, clutching the blanket to my chest as I registered the fact
that the jerk was in bed with me, without a single stitch on. He was lying
on his elbow, eyes dancing with mirth.
"So, you were a virgin. I'd have never guessed."
I stared at him in shock.
"Were a virgin? Oh, Goddess, you don't mean..."
For the first time, I became aware of the soreness between my legs.
"How dare you take me against my will?!"
I shouted, anger and frustration overcoming common sense as I
recoverd from my previous shock. He raised a finely chiseled eyebrow.
"Against your will? I beg to differ. If my memory does not fail me,
you were quite passionate last night. You were actually begging for me to
make you mine for eternity. I would never force myself on an unwilling
woman! What do you think I am, a rapist?"
I glared at him and the mock hurt expression on his face.
"Pretty damn close! And this does NOT give you the right to do
with me whatever you want when I am drunk!"
He grinned again. I wanted nothing better than to put my fist and
the hours I'd spend on my fighting moves to good use.
"Your passion was quite real, considering the fact that you
called out my name numerous times when I pleasured you."
I closed and opened my mouth several times, finding no good
retort for this piece of information, but I managed one word.
"Damn!"
"Aria, you really shouldn't use such words. What would the servants
think of you?"
I glared at him.
"Tomoyo and the others know how I feel, so they are ready."
"Maybe, but my servants don't. And they'd expect better behavior from
a Duchess."
I growled, wanting desperately to smack my fist into his face.
"I may be married, but I'm still Ariadne Summerton, daughter of the
Marquess of Fond. You can't make me submit to your whims."
He grabbed my arm in a bruising grip, and I held back a wince of
pain with difficulty.
"Maybe, but never forget, you belong to me. You have since the day I
first saw you."
I slapped his hand away, and nearly cringed at the deadly look in his
eyes. I knew that if I piss him off there would be hell to pay, but who did this
arrogant bastard think he was?
"You may have my body, but you'll never have my spirit. My heart and
soul belong to another." (A.N. She means Serentiy, but Kevin believes she's talking
about another man.)
The grey orbs turned not cold, but icy. I could literally fell
the anger radiating of him.
"Tell me his name."
"Why?"
His glare was menacing enough to send the hardiest soldier scrambling
for cover, but as leader of the gang I had often given similar looks before.
The eyes narrowed.
"Don't you ever use that tone with me. If I tell you to do something,
you are supposed to do it, even if I tell you to jump off a cliff. If I ask
you something, you're expected to answer promptly and truthfully. Now tell
me his name, or I'll beat the information out of you."
I snorted, moving away from his hands that shot out like serpents,
and flung a nearby robe over my shoulders. Wild flowers and red wine. His robe.
I grimaced, but decided it was better than dancing nude in front of an overly
jealous and lecherous Duke.
"Sounds like you want a slave. Sorry, pal, but I told you that you would
never own me. If you'd like to find someone like that, give me a divorce, or at
least an annulment, and we'd both probably be a lot happier."
I knew my tone was haughty and mocking, but I couldn't help it.
"Listen, little girl. You know how..."
But I interrupted him before he could finish his sentence, anger
boiling under my calm exterior.
"Little girl? I'll show what this little girl can do."
I grabbed a random dress and corset and petticoats, and ran out of the
door before he even had time to react. I hid in a closet, changing, smirking as
I heard him roaring like a wounded lion, literally tearing the house apart.
His voice moved farther and farther away from my hiding place, and I slipped
out. Tiptoeing my way toward the door, I prayed that I had lost him. No such
luck. A step into the kitchen, and I was nearly crushed under the intense anger
of the yell. I rubbed my ears, my normally blank face replaced by frown.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
He was pushing his luck. No one could control me.
"Living life."
I answered curtly, stepping into a pair of high heels by the
door. I ducked his punch, and planted the heel into his stomach. The
Duke doubled over in pain, and I raced out of the house in a flash of
gold. First stop, the stables. Rudely elbowing the stable boys out of
the way, I quickly ran to the last stall, where a golden mare was quietly
chewing. I slipped in, and the mare glanced up, one eye fixed on me. A
moment later, she abandoned her feed, and butted me gently with her head.
I laughed softly, and swung myself up and onto her back, riding sidesaddle.
Clucking my tongue gently, I urged her into a quick trot. She responded
with great enthusiasm, evading the stable boys frantic tries to catch her.
As she leapt out of the door, I called out,
"See you later, boys. Give the Duke my regards and tell him I'll
be back after I've found a lover to say goodbye."
And with a soft giggle, I galloped towards Diane's place.
****************************
"Diane,"
I called, letting myself into her house, knowing her mother
wasn't home. The blue-haired girl floated out of the kitchen, smiling
sweetly at me, decked in an apron.
"Aria! Glad to see you still in one piece. How did it go?"
I raised an eyebrow.
"How did what go?"
"You know, the first night?"
I bit my lip. True, I had been way too drunk to remember much
as my present headache reminded me, but not drunk enough to forget that
it had felt wonderful to be naked in his arms while his body moved against
mine.
"I don't know, Diane,"
I answered softly, thoroughly confused.
"Anyway,"
I gave her bright smile, changing the topic.
"What are you doing?"
She grinned at me.
"Making tea cakes."
I raised an eyebrow.
"I thought cook said that you couldn't be anywhere near his oven
again after your last batch blew up. We all know you can make fire-works but
not tea cakes."
We both laughed softly. I suddenly remembered something.
"Oh, Diane. I've been so caught up in my life that I neglected the gang.
Did they give us back our seaport cabin?"
Worry clouded Diane's pretty features.
"No."
I stared at her in shock, and repeated stupidly,
"No?"
She shook her head.
"They've justified their reason for staying there because you're married
to Lightning."
She made a face.
"You know how the marriage vow goes. "Everything the wife has
belongs to her husband." And we didn't want to endanger you, so we didn't react
to their idea of the Napoleon Codes."
I felt anger boiling in me. That bastard! I turned to Diane, my voice cold.
"There's a ball tonight, right?"
She stared at me kind of strangely, but nodded.
"Good. I'll tell you my plan. Then I'll sneak back home, grab some
clothes, and stay the rest of the day here. The Duke would never think to look
for me here. Oh, and Diane, I don't care how you do it, but make sure that Kevin
will be there."
* That evening *
I hung onto the arm of my escort, a young man who went by the name of
Adonis of Saijou, and sauntered into the ballroom, looking for Kevin. He was
there, enjoying a quiet dinner with a pretty brunette who I knew by sight. Her
name was Helen Queenscove, daughter of the Earl of Trebond - and she looked
absolutely thrilled to be with Kevin. I ignored the jealous feeling in my gut,
and decided that two could play this game. I sat down on a nearby table with
Adonis, covered my friends, and pretended to be entirely absorbed in the
conversation. But in reality, I could feel Kevin's eyes boring into my back.
I nearly smiled. Lita had put all her energy into getting me ready for tonight.
The dress was heavy white silk and strapless, hugging every curve of my figure,
with two slits up my leg that stopped mid-thigh. Black pearls glittered at my
throat, wrist, and ears, the dark color complementing the whiteness of my dress.
My hair was done up in a complicated design that was supposed to be at the
height of fashion, with two identical locks framing my face and the rest
piled on top of my head, the whole thing held up with the help of a Japanese
clip in the shape of a long pen, studded with ruby and sapphires. For the first
time in my life, I felt truly beautiful. As for Adonis, he kept missing his
mouth with his fork as he stared at me. I suppressed a yawn, screening the lower
half of my face with my fan. Adonis was good-looking and from a well-known family,
but unfortunately also an absolute bore and quite conceited. Finally, I couldn't
stand it anymore.
"Sir, if you'll excuse me for a moment...."
I didn't wait for permission, but slipped out into the garden, basking in
the soft glow of the moonlight and light breeze. A twig snapped behind me, but I
didn't bother to turn around, for I already knew who it was.
"Fate is cruel, isn't it? Maybe, in normal life, we could have had a happy
marriage, but with present circumstances, that is not an option. I sometime wish I
could map my life like a man maps the course of the brightly twinkling stars, yet,
life probably wouldn't be worth living if we knew how each stage would end."
I felt his warm breath on my neck as he took a step closer to me,
"Aria."
He began, but I shook my head, moving farther from him.
"Stay away from me, Kevin. I'm dangerous."
I closed my eyes, pain tearing at my heart. This was the life that was handed
to me, a life without love and without hope, a life that was entirely dedicated to
the Gang. Two strong arms encircled me from behind, his pain echoing my own, and the
tears began to flow. He held me as I sobbed, centuries of agony flowing from me. As
I regained control of myself, I reluctantly broke out of the circle of his protection,
and stared up into his eyes.
"We were never meant to be. As leader of the Jade gang and a lady of the warrior
class, I could never be with you."
My tone turned hard.
"But, I want more from a life than just fighting. Let me take a lover, and we'll
leave London. You never have to see us again, unless you attack the Jade Gang."
When he spoke, his voice mirrored mine in coldness.
"So you came here to try to replace me in your bed? How many do you intend to sleep
with before this week if over?"
My jaw tightened, anger coming to surface again. There weren't many people who
could annoy me, but he seemed to know all the right buttons to push.
"I don't want to have that many men in my life. Not a dozen, just one."
With that, I stalked away, totally in control of my emotions now. Before I
disappeared from his sight, I tossed one more glance back, and finished that scene of
weakness with one comment.
"I hope you find the same happiness with Helen of Trebond as I've found with
Adonis of Saijou."
I stepped back into the ballroom, knowing that Kevin had gotten the wrong idea
from my comment, the underlying meaning escaping undetected and unexplored. I mingled
with the crowd, but by coincidence, Adonis spontaneously appeared at my elbow before
I had even taken more than five steps.
"Ariadne. I love this song."
And without waiting for my response, he literally dragged me onto the dance
floor, squeezing me rudely through talking circles while stepping on my feet all the
time. I cast my eyes around, focusing on two silvery-blond ponytails, its owner
dancing with a black-haired man. I immediately recognized who it was, and tried
gently to break out of Adonis's hold on me. Sadly, he had grabbed my hands so
tightly that there was no way I could escape. I sighed inwardly, deciding that
I better still remember my acting lessons from years ago if I wanted to survive.
I closed my eyes tightly, and suddenly went limp. I conjured up the most horrifying
image my overly imaginative mind could come up with, and felt the blood leaving my
face. Then, I suddenly bent over as if in pain. Adonis stopped moving.
"Ariadne? What's wrong?"
I opened my eyes, face drawn taunt with imaginable pain, voice weak.
"Please, Adonis. I'm not feeling that well. Could you take me back
to my friends?"
He looked around a little hesitantly, but with a little further urging he
guided me back to the tables. I stared at Diane, my left hand spread out, before
forming into a fist, with the pinky pointing upward, and jerked my hand lightly to
the right. Diane placed a hand under her chin, and I gave her a tiny smile. She moved
forward, fake worry clouding her eyes.
"Did she have another attack?"
I groaned inwardly.
*Perfect, Diane, just perfect. Brilliant idea to make it sound as if I've
some contagious disease.*
"Please, Diane. I want to go home."
She nodded swiftly, and waved Adonis off when he insisted on taking me back.
"No."
she said, her voice broking no argument.
"She might have another attack, but you don't know what to do. We do, and
the actions may save her life."
Adonis reluctantly agreed, and the girls hurried me outside. Once in the
safety of the shadows, I turned to them.
"Victoria is here, I just saw her. She was reborn as Serenity Yue, and married
to Matthew Woodville. We need to tell her about her past life."
Cassie shook her head. "Let her live her life in peace, Aria. Why ruin
her happiness?"
I glared at her.
"Cassie, you don't understand. She needs to know what has happened to
protect herself. Truth hurts more when covered by deception."
Cassie reluctantly agreed, and all four of us decided that Lita would
probably be best at explaining things. She agreed to go, moving back into the
ballroom to find our former princess.
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End of Chapter 6. Hope you liked it. Please review. If you've any idea for Part 3 (the
time frame has to be between 1721 and the Negaverse), please e-mail me. I've decided to
do five parts of Recarnation, but I honestly don't know what the next setting should be.
The Bombing of Pearl Harbor, WWII, Hawai? The Fall of Hitler? The second industrial
revolution? The Civil War between the North and South? Please give me some ideas, since
I think it'll be really boring to jump from 1721 right to their present life. And drop me
a note, 'kay?