After all this time, I hope no one still might think I own this show.
Ogenki looked out at the night sky from the balcony. They were back at the palace. A month had passed since the battle with Malik. Tonight there was to be a ceremony in celebration. Ogenki thought in amazement about all the things they really should celebrate. There was, of course, the fact Malik was gone. But there was more.
Mars, Henri, Kao, and Sar, after confessing on the battlegrounds, were 'couples' now.
The dragons had been restored to a respectful order, and put under the control of the
High-Priest Kiaba, who had a way with the white one in particular. Unofficially, however, the black belonged to the old king's best friend, who was really the only one who the black would listen to or obey.
Cell and Fax had each discovered a family member that had not been attacked.
Ogenki had Darth back.
But she had yet to confess to him.
There was a soft cough behind her and Ogenki turned, the heavy skirts of her white dress whirling. Darth motioned for her to follow him, walking out the door. She walked, hesitating as to how close to walk near him. But he put his hand on the small of her back, placing her next to him. This was just fine with her. Mars, Kao, Henri, and Sar were waiting for them at the entrance to the ceremony chamber, a sacred room. All six of them, clad in ceremonial white, walked into the chambers.
A cheer erupted as the group walked in. Almost half the kingdom sat in the audience, the young king standing up at the front with his council behind him. Chaz and Zen stood up at the front, all but shunned to a corner. The king bowed graciously when the group reached him. The magicians bowed stiffly in return. Yugi held up his hands.
"My people," the crowd cheered again, "We are here to honor those who we owe our lives. May I present to you the Magicians of our lands, Mr.'s Darth, Henri, and Sar, and Misses Ogenki, Mars, and Kao!" The crowd erupted in cheers again, you'd think they'd have gone hoarse by now, but not so. Yugi beckoned beside him and the young boys Fax and Cell approached, bearing two boxes. Yugi reached inside them, pulling out medals. In turn, each of our six had a medal placed around their throats. Yugi clapped his hands and the crowd followed the gesture. With a sudden clearing of his throat, Yugi silenced the crowd after a few minutes.
"A celebration will be held outside shortly. Please join us." The crowd loudly shuffled outside, and the Magicians followed, the Mage and Sage behind them.
Later that night, fireworks exploded up in the sky. Ogenki stood alone in the garden. She disliked large social gatherings with people she didn't know. All of them swooning because she saved their lives just made it worse. Sensing something, she turned. Darth stood behind her. He approached.
"Beautiful, aren't they?" he commented.
"The fireworks?"
"No. The flowers. Fireworks are manmade and, while bright and colorful, lack a certain something to make them beautiful, unlike the simple beauty of flowers." Ogenki nodded in agreement. She was pleased to notice he, as she had, had deserted his Medal of Honor. He stepped closer to Ogenki. She could smell the peppermint flavor of his very being. She was sure he could smell hers. Feeling this was the right time, she spoke.
"Master Darth? I don't know whether you could hear what I said in the cave or not, but…"
"How could I Ogenki? I was dead." Darth interrupted.
"Oh. Right." Ogenki hung her head. Darth pulled her head up with his finger, gently but firmly.
"Do you know all the requirements for the Mermaid's Tear?" Ogenki shook her head slowly. Darth pulled her close to him, and, before she could react, put his mouth on hers. She jumped at first, but just for an instant, embracing the gesture. Their auras joined, and they were one, from now and forever, master and apprentice, ying and yang. One exists with the other, without brings death.
Mars, Kao, Henri, Sar, Zen, and Chaz sat on the balcony to the girl's room, enjoying the show.
And no, I do NOT mean the fireworks.
Author's Note:
*Sailor Kirby can be seen trying to pull herself out of the general cheese-smelling sap that is this story* Help, I'm stuck!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA *deep breath* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! It's over! There is no more! It's through, done, kaput, zip. Sniffle. And *throws confetti* I got over thirty reviews! GO ME! I'm also on a couple of people's Fav Author list! Whoo-hoo, go me, I rock, they like me, somebody slap me, before I go more nuts…
Random person: *SLAP*
Thanks, I kind of needed that. But WHO CARES if some people get one hundred reviews within a week of posting? (Besides the author, I mean) Lucky them. BUT I GOT THIRTY! Whahahahahahahaha! Nobody take me from the insanity. I enjoy the insanity. *Cheers for the insanity* Anyway, thank you to the devoted readers that I have. *Bows* You guys make me feel special. Hope you enjoyed it! I'll write a sequel. Promise.
Ogenki looked out at the night sky from the balcony. They were back at the palace. A month had passed since the battle with Malik. Tonight there was to be a ceremony in celebration. Ogenki thought in amazement about all the things they really should celebrate. There was, of course, the fact Malik was gone. But there was more.
Mars, Henri, Kao, and Sar, after confessing on the battlegrounds, were 'couples' now.
The dragons had been restored to a respectful order, and put under the control of the
High-Priest Kiaba, who had a way with the white one in particular. Unofficially, however, the black belonged to the old king's best friend, who was really the only one who the black would listen to or obey.
Cell and Fax had each discovered a family member that had not been attacked.
Ogenki had Darth back.
But she had yet to confess to him.
There was a soft cough behind her and Ogenki turned, the heavy skirts of her white dress whirling. Darth motioned for her to follow him, walking out the door. She walked, hesitating as to how close to walk near him. But he put his hand on the small of her back, placing her next to him. This was just fine with her. Mars, Kao, Henri, and Sar were waiting for them at the entrance to the ceremony chamber, a sacred room. All six of them, clad in ceremonial white, walked into the chambers.
A cheer erupted as the group walked in. Almost half the kingdom sat in the audience, the young king standing up at the front with his council behind him. Chaz and Zen stood up at the front, all but shunned to a corner. The king bowed graciously when the group reached him. The magicians bowed stiffly in return. Yugi held up his hands.
"My people," the crowd cheered again, "We are here to honor those who we owe our lives. May I present to you the Magicians of our lands, Mr.'s Darth, Henri, and Sar, and Misses Ogenki, Mars, and Kao!" The crowd erupted in cheers again, you'd think they'd have gone hoarse by now, but not so. Yugi beckoned beside him and the young boys Fax and Cell approached, bearing two boxes. Yugi reached inside them, pulling out medals. In turn, each of our six had a medal placed around their throats. Yugi clapped his hands and the crowd followed the gesture. With a sudden clearing of his throat, Yugi silenced the crowd after a few minutes.
"A celebration will be held outside shortly. Please join us." The crowd loudly shuffled outside, and the Magicians followed, the Mage and Sage behind them.
Later that night, fireworks exploded up in the sky. Ogenki stood alone in the garden. She disliked large social gatherings with people she didn't know. All of them swooning because she saved their lives just made it worse. Sensing something, she turned. Darth stood behind her. He approached.
"Beautiful, aren't they?" he commented.
"The fireworks?"
"No. The flowers. Fireworks are manmade and, while bright and colorful, lack a certain something to make them beautiful, unlike the simple beauty of flowers." Ogenki nodded in agreement. She was pleased to notice he, as she had, had deserted his Medal of Honor. He stepped closer to Ogenki. She could smell the peppermint flavor of his very being. She was sure he could smell hers. Feeling this was the right time, she spoke.
"Master Darth? I don't know whether you could hear what I said in the cave or not, but…"
"How could I Ogenki? I was dead." Darth interrupted.
"Oh. Right." Ogenki hung her head. Darth pulled her head up with his finger, gently but firmly.
"Do you know all the requirements for the Mermaid's Tear?" Ogenki shook her head slowly. Darth pulled her close to him, and, before she could react, put his mouth on hers. She jumped at first, but just for an instant, embracing the gesture. Their auras joined, and they were one, from now and forever, master and apprentice, ying and yang. One exists with the other, without brings death.
Mars, Kao, Henri, Sar, Zen, and Chaz sat on the balcony to the girl's room, enjoying the show.
And no, I do NOT mean the fireworks.
Author's Note:
*Sailor Kirby can be seen trying to pull herself out of the general cheese-smelling sap that is this story* Help, I'm stuck!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA *deep breath* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! It's over! There is no more! It's through, done, kaput, zip. Sniffle. And *throws confetti* I got over thirty reviews! GO ME! I'm also on a couple of people's Fav Author list! Whoo-hoo, go me, I rock, they like me, somebody slap me, before I go more nuts…
Random person: *SLAP*
Thanks, I kind of needed that. But WHO CARES if some people get one hundred reviews within a week of posting? (Besides the author, I mean) Lucky them. BUT I GOT THIRTY! Whahahahahahahaha! Nobody take me from the insanity. I enjoy the insanity. *Cheers for the insanity* Anyway, thank you to the devoted readers that I have. *Bows* You guys make me feel special. Hope you enjoyed it! I'll write a sequel. Promise.