Lunar Succession
Author: ~Heartless Spirit~
Disclaimer: I don't own SM or GW. I DO own Dederi, so no stealin'! AND IBAREN TOO!!! NOVA BELONGS TO JESS-CHAN!!!
(Youhko's my own character too, if you haven't realized that by now...)
AN: Konnichiwa, minna! It's 11:23pm and I'm stocked on sugar! oh..11:24...
Duo: I WANT SUGAR!!!
HS: Okay, who let Maxwell in here?
[Looks outside door and sees Nova running away]
HS: [picks up large battle axe] Nova!!!!!!!!!!!
Minako: hi hi, minna!
HS: GET OUT OF MY ROOM, VENUSIAN BAKA!!!
[pushes Minako and Duo out]
HS: Dederi can stay. She's my bodyguard.
Dederi: -_- What did I get myself into?
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Lunar Succession
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Chapter 9-Valkyrie
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Nova cut a long strip of gauze tape with a pair of kitchen scissors. Duo, on the other hand, sat quietly, tapping
his fingers on the center counter of the mahogany-based kitchen, the copper pots and pans dangling above him.
He was also staring at Nova.
"Okay, Duo. Hold still." The brunette-blond highlighted assassin warned, adding a numbing salve on the gauze to dull
the pain of Trowa's kick. She carefully began to wrap the gauze around Duo's forehead. "Why'd he kick you, anyway? Well,
besides the fact that you were suffocating my partner."
"No clue. Ow! Careful, that's the only hair I've got!" Duo winced as Nova accidentally got the sticky part of the gauze
stuck to his hair. She was attempting to yank the gauze off.
"OW!"
"Duo, it's not that bad. Hold still." She yanked again.
"Ouch!" Duo, this time, toppled over his chair when Nova yanked for the third time, causing him to fall onto Nova's
head first. He looked up and grinned. "I didn't know you wanted me that bad."
Nova blushed and pushed him off her lap, yanking the gauze completely off his head in the process. She held the beginning
of the tape up once more. "This time, hold still." She began to wrap his forehead up again, once again careful not to
get the gauze stuck on another chunk of his chestnut brown hair. By the time she was done bandaging Duo up, Nova
noticed that there was a lot of voices in the next room, talking and discussing about something that she couldn't quite
hear, since the kitchen doors were closed. She had a hunch they were wondering why Trowa kicked her Duo..
['Her' Duo?] Nova interrupted her own thoughts. [Where'd that come from?]
"Hey, babe, what's wrong? You look kinda weird.." Duo looked at Nova with a worried expression.
"Nothing." She retorted tartly.
Duo put his arms around Nova, who began to blush again. "You sure it's not anything, Nova-chan?"
"H-hai." Nova sweat nervously. Duo shrugged and let go of the assassin, letting go of the fact that he didn't believe
what Nova said.
"All right, if that's what you say.." He walked back into he living room. Nova sighed.
[Why do the hell do I feel so...weird?] Sure, she had admitted that she liked Duo. A LOT, in fact. But she sure didn't
understand him, that she admitted with certainty. Nova sighed again and walked out, following Duo.
Wufei walked down the main stairs, one hand on the wooden banister and the other in his pocket. "Hey, onna, Dederi needs
to speak to you." He directed his statement to Setsuna, the guardian of time and heir to Pluto's throne. She stared
in suprise and followed Wufei back up the stairs to Dederi's room.
Wufei leaned once again on the doorway as Setsuna entered. Her eyes went straight to the sleeping form of Chibi-usa.
"Small Lady!" She knelt down next to the pink-haired child. Dederi was seated on the foot of the bed as Trowa stood
behind her.
"Pluto, I found her at the front steps of the mansion a few hours before you got back here. She asked for her guardian.
Chibiusa claimed you were her guardian."
Setsuna stared wide-eyed at Chibi-usa. "But how can she be here? Serenity's dead and-"
"What does this have to do with the weak hime, Pluto?" Dederi scowled. Despite her 'comrads' love and admiration for
the Lunarian hime, she seemed to have no recollection of as to why they admired and protected her so. And despite her
attraction to a certain Latin pilot and close friendship to Ibaren and Nova, the raven-haired assassin still had no
idea what love and care truly meant.
"Chibi-usa is Serenity-hime's DAUGHTER, Dederi-kun." Setsuna glared at Dederi's scornful remark about Usagi.
[How dare she?!] She thought, an angry expression appearing on her tanned and noble face.
The female assassin within the room looked unemotionally at Chibiusa, then back at Setsuna. "Daughter."
[The daughter of the baka-hime.]
"Yes, daughter."
Chibi-usa slowly opened her red-tinted orbs and sat up, slightly groggy from her nap. When her eyes focused, she
smiled joyously. "Puu!" She scrambled out of the bedsheets and hugged Setsuna.
"Small Lady, we should go downstairs. The other senshi would want to see you." She hugged back. Chibi-usa nodded
happily. Setsuna and Chibi-usa walked out of the room.
Wufei looked out of the room, still leaning on the door frame. "So the chibi-onna's the daughter of that blond
odango onna?"
Dederi nodded and stood up to walk out the door to listen to the senshi's conversation downstairs. When she reached
the stairs and leaned on the small marble pillar that began the wooden banister. Trowa sat on the steps in front
of her as Wufei leaned on the banister opposite his 'sensei' and gundam comrad.
"Chibiusa-chan!" Makoto yelled suprisedly as she hugged her small friend, who in turn hugged back. "What are you doing
here?"
Hotaru burst into tears, like the other senshi, overjoyed to see her best friend again.
Chibi-usa smiled. "Well, I dunno exactly." Then her expression turned into a sad smile. "After oka'-san died,
I stayed with Mamo-chan. But when I went to Rei's temple I didn't see anyone there. An' then I found myself outside
this place. I knocked on the door and Dede-chan found me and gave me hot chocolate!" She giggled again, her cheerful
expression back in place.
"Hot chocolate?!" Duo jerked. [Not fair!]
(Cue the sweatdrops)
Haruka didn't understand something. "Hey, this doesn't make sense. If Mamoru is back in our world, and Serenity-hime's,"
she paused, refusing to say the word 'dead'," then why would she be sent here? Would Mamoru find another-"
"I do not know." Setsuna shook her head. "I have not forseen this."
"This simply isn't logical.." the blue-haired Mercurian typed furiously on her mini computer. "The time-space continuem
hasn't been disrupted in the past week by anything or anyone besides us."
Michiru's eyes wandered to Dederi, who leaned on the marble banister on the top of the stairs. "What do you think of
this, Dederi-kun?"
Dederi crossed her arms. "Something must have sent Chibi-usa through the time gate. Or maybe she was here for a certain
purpose." She sighed nonchalantly, then glared indirectly. "But for whatever reason, she must not stay in my way."
Chibi-usa sat down on Haruka's lap, yawning again. "Maybe it's just 'cause you guys are here." She directed her attention
to all of the senshi that were worried for her welfare. She had not been listening to Dederi's previous remark.
Minako nodded in acknowledgement. "Maybe, Chibiusa-chan. I suggest we all get some sleep. We've been out the whole evening
and I need my beauty sleep. We can discuss this tommorow morning." She giggled. "No use discussing something important if
half of us will be too sleepy to listen."
Everyone nodded, even Setsuna agreed quietly, although still pondering as to why Chibi-usa would still be alive if
Serenity-hime had died.
"Wait, what about Chibi-usa? Where'll she sleep?" Hotaru inquired.
A monotone voice answered solemnly. "Chibi-usa can sleep in my room. I'll sleep on the couch."
Chibi-usa smiled warmly to her new friend. "Arigato, Dede-chan. You sure you don't mind?"
"Oh, that's not necessary, Dederi-kun. She can sleep in another one of the guest rooms, if she likes." Quatre suggested,
not wanting Dederi to sleep on the couch.
Dederi shook her head. "It's fine. I won't get much sleep anyway." Suddenly, a voice interrupted her thoughts within her
own head.
*~This is the first time I've ever seen you so compassionate, Kuro-chan.~*
Dederi scowled. *~Kuso, I forgot you could speak in minds, Iba-kun.~*
*~How strange. You never forget anything, Kuro-chan.~* Ibaren thought back worriedly. *~Something wrong?~*
*~Nothing, Iba-kun.~* Dederi smirked. *~Too bad you can't read minds, Iba-kun.~*
*~Don't push it.~* He retorted. *~So what if I'm unable to read minds? I can still speak with my inherited power can't I?~*
Dederi laughed, causing everyone to turn their attention to her. She stared at all the suprised looks, then scowled
and stomped back into her room.
Ibaren sent one last message into her retreating mind before discontinuing the conversation. *~You realize you're
acting much more nervous than usual, Kuroi?~*
*~Shut up.~*
"What was that about?" Quatre wondered, scratching the back of his head, shifting his platinum blond tresses as he did so.
Duo shook his head. "That is one unexplainable dame, that's fer sure."
Heero had been silent the whole conversation. [First Dederi-kun attempts to assassinate Relena-baka, then a girl comes
along from out of no where. What the hell is next?]
Setsuna smiled, taking Chibi-usa's small hand into her slender palm. "I'll walk you back to Dederi-kun's room, Small
Lady." The two walked cheerfully up the main staircase, followed later by the inner and outer senshi.
Wufei put his hands in his pockets and walked down the stairs. "So." He turned to Ibaren, who was casually lounging
on the elevated coffee table by the window. "I take it you read minds."
The rest of the pilots noticed a smirk on the magi's lips. He responded, ~I don't read. I talk.~
"Isn't that the same, kisama?" He retorted.
Ibaren chuckled and walked away, presumably towards the courtyard. ~No. No, it isn't.~
Quatre and Duo stared strangely at Wufei thinking, [Why is he talking to himself?]
The 'Perfect Soldier' turned on his jet black laptop. A window popped up on the screen. "Mission."
At that word, the other pilots surrounded the laptop, reading what the email from Dr. J stated.
-
Gundam pilots-
Destroy Valkyrie Base. The base is producing more amounts of mobil dolls. Located at coordinates 33098-392847-3.
Mobil dolls will be ejected from east base hangar by alarm. Destroy everything.
J.
-
Heero clicked the 'reply' button and typed in -Mission Accepted-. The other pilots nodded in acknowledgement. "We'll
move out at 7." Heero ordered, shutting his laptop. [Dr. J didn't mention anything about the Peacecraft Ball. Strange.]
(Time Change: Next Morning, 6:00am)
The five gundam pilots sat in the kitchen on the wooden chairs that surrounded the center counter. Each held
a mug of coffee, most of which were caffiene-filled. Heero typed furiously on his computer, probably researching more
information about the Valkyrie Base, as well as searching to see if there were any news about the Peacecraft Ball incident
that happened a few days ago. Suprisingly, he found none, and it seemed that most newspapers and magazines that did
portray the Peacecraft Ball only commented about the decorations and people that attended. He sipped his coffee
slowly. [Something's not right. There should have been a news broadcast about the incident, to say the least.]
Duo, yawning continuously, put down his mug of coffee and opened another container of Irish Cream(c) and poured its
contents into the mug, then taking the silver teaspoon next to him and mixing the coffee with the creamer. "Did we
really have to wake up this early?" He whined, his cobalt eyes drooping.
"Shut your mouth, Maxwell. It's not that early." Wufei, who sat across from him, barked. He held his green mug to
his mouth, pouring the strong, black coffee into his mouth. "I've been up earlier than this."
"Aww, come on, Wu-man. The damn sun isn't even up yet."
"My name is WuFEI, Maxwell!" Wufei retorted angrily. He began to reach for his katana.
A few rays of light, coming from the sun, began to lazily make its way into the room, through the large lattice doors.
It was dawn. Duo looked out the glass lattice door and sweatdropped.
"Someone up there doesn't like me." He groaned. The braided American pilot set his mug down and began to run, attempting
to get a headstart before Wufei chopped him into pieces.
As Duo and Wufei ran out of the kitchen beginning their 'cat and mouse' chase, the inner senshi made their way into the
kitchen, still wearing their pajamas. Makoto opened the refridgerator. "Do you guys want pancakes or french toast?"
Minako, who pulled up a chair next to Quatre, happily said, "French toast."
"I say french toast." Rei agreed.
Ami nodded, agreeing. "If everyone wants french toast, okay then."
Makoto, as she pulled the ingredients out of the mahogany cupboard, got an idea. "Maybe Dederi-kun could help us. What do
you think, Ami-chan?"
Ami thought about it for a moment, then nodded in agreement. "Yes, it might be a good idea."
"Maybe we'll be able to become friends!" Minako agreed, smiling. Rei slowly nodded.
"I know she's usually awake at 5 or something, but where could we find her?"
Trowa, who had been listening to the conversation while sipping his coffee and reading the newspaper, answered. "She's
in the training room."
Makoto, Ami, Minako, and Rei looked towards the Latin teenager. "How'd you know?"
Trowa hid his blush behind his newspaper. "I..saw her training earlier.."
The emerald-eyed Jovian nodded slowly, then motioned for her friends to follow her. Out of curiosity, Heero, Quatre, and
Trowa followed.
Nova grinned as she stood nonchalantly, two of her trusty white handguns in her hands. She wore a form-fitting white tanktop
and white shorts with black stripes, along with her black tennis shoes with white stripes. Nova also had on white
riding gloves and her hair was up in its usual fashion, with long, shiny bangs framing the sides of her face. She turned
off the safety of her handguns and put her fingers on the triggers. She and Ibaren, who stood a few feet away from her,
were to shoot or throw whatever they could at a certain raven-haired assassin. They were training because of the fact
that Ibaren had a sort of 'premonition' that Youhko or one of his henchmen would soon arrive to 'talk' to Dederi.
"Ready?"
Ibaren concentrated his energy towards his hands as he began to glow a faint blue and white. Aside from the blue-white
aura, his current attire consisted of a white muscle shirt and Chinese-style black pants. His hair was also in its usual
spiked fashion. "I'm ready. You ready, Kuro-chan?"
Dederi smirked. "Go." She stood, arms crossed and feet loosely standing on the blue mat which covered the wooden floor.
She was wearing black spandex shorts and was wearing a sort of sports-bra-like shirt, colored in a deep shade of black
and showed a significant amount of her middriff. Dederi also wore her black riding gloves.
The blonde-highlighted assassin raised her guns and aimed towards Dederi, who stood ready. She fired her live rounds
at her partner, looking unfeeling and focused at her target. Dederi quickly dodged them, caught two of them and tossed
them behind her into the wastebasket. Ibaren, the telepathic magi, threw a barrage of blue and white energy spheres
at Dederi, who blocked the spheres with her hands, which had red and black shields. Taking Ibaren's attack as a diversion,
Nova swiftly reloaded her guns and shot six bullets towards Dederi. Dederi kept one hand focused on Ibaren's energy spheres
and the other on the bullets, and dodging the ones she missed by jumping or chucking a few of her own blood red and black
energy spheres back at Nova's and Ibaren's weapons.
"You two have done better than this." Dederi jeered, frontflipping to avoid an energy beam from Ibaren. She stopped moving
and crossed her arms, annoyed. "Let's try something else." Dederi then ran at full speed towards two of her friends and
began to swiftly throw punches at them.
Ibaren grinned. "How fun. Full contact it is." He blocked Dederi's uppercut then countered with a spinning kick.
As Ibaren and Dederi exchanged uppercuts, jabs, spin kicks, and other martial arts attacks, she walked over to the
beverage machine and hit the center of the machine with a hard elbow. A bottle of clear spring water popped out. She
picked it up, opened the bottle, and drank its contents. "Well, I'm taking a breather. Unfortunately, I'm not dragon and
youkai, like you guys."
Dederi used a roundhouse kick to knock Ibaren off balance. "Actually, I'm dragon, youkai, and 1/3 human. Iba-kun here
is human and dragon." She blocked Ibaren's jump kick and backflipped. While she was airborne, she continued. "And you're
technically half youkai, so you shouldn't be tired yet."
"So what?" Nova answered nonchalantly. "I'm still not from your dimension. I belong in the Silver Millenium dimension."
She then stuck her tongue out distainfully. "As a commoner."
"At least you won't have to end up as the Neo Queen of the Silver Millenium, Nova-kun." Dederi landed and drop kicked
Ibaren, causing him to fall flat on his back.
The reincarnated magi stared suprisedly at his friend. "You? Queen?!"
The raven-haired teen stood over her friend, a monotone expression on her face. "Yes. Neo Queen of the Silver Millenium.
But I don't see myself as the queen of such a weak civilization. And I refuse to be protected by those weak onnas called
sailor senshi."
"But," Ibaren pointed up towards Dederi's overlooking face, "You're also a senshi and an onna. A strong onna, as a matter
of fact."
At that moment, Makoto, Ami, Rei, Minako, Trowa, Heero, and Quatre entered the training room. Rei and Minako's mouths
hung agape. Dederi, Nova, and Ibaren haven't noticed before, but, they had completely destroyed another two of Quatre's
punching bags and the beverage machine had a fist-sized hole in the center. Without thinking, Dederi waved towards Trowa,
who smiled in response and waved back. Minako and Rei noticed this cheerful exchange with wide eyes.
Minako, being the nosey one, asked a question. "Is something going on between you two?"
Dederi's hand retracted as she realized what she had just done. She put her monotone expression back onto her face.
"No, Venusian-baka. Why would there be anything be going on between me and unibang Barton?" She was calm enough to
ignore Ibaren's gaze of curiosity. THEN she noticed that Ibaren was right below her and that Ami was staring at their
awkward position. Dederi stepped away and pulled Ibaren up by his hand. She picked up her long, slender, white ribbon,
which was laid carelessly on the oak bench by the lockers, and tied her hair into a very high ponytail with two wisps
of hair going down the sides of her face, like the day before.
"Well, it's just that I saw you wave to Trowa-kun and didn't even bother to wave to us."
Rei added, "And you were staring directly at Trowa-kun right when we came in!"
Dederi stared emotionlessly at them, although her mind was racing. [Shimatta.] She growled. "Nothing is going on between
me and Barton and never will be."
Trowa slightly stiffened at that remark. Was she stating the truth, or just hiding their relationship?
Dederi, throwing her white towel over her shoulder, walked off.
"You know, I still don't believe her." Minako said to Rei, who nodded in agreement.
Rei continued, "But still, I would be suprised if there was something going on between those two. I mean, Dederi-kun's
not necessarily the kind of person I'd expect to have a boyfriend."
They heard Nova's strong voiced laugh ring throughout the room. They looked towards her. Nova was still sitting on the
oak sports bench, her left hand over her mouth. She seemed to be attempting to prevent from laughing any further, but to
no avail.
"What's so funny, Nova-kun?" Makoto wondered.
Nova waved her hand away. [Oh, how wrong they are. Jeez, anyone SMART could see that those two like each other.] She
continued to laugh. Unbeknownst to everyone, Trowa had left.
Ibaren narrowed his dark green eyes. [Human emotions are such a fickle thing.]
A woman, about a few years before the age of twenty, looked out her office window, taking in the scenery around her.
Although, this was rather strange, because the scenery around her was mostly forest and vegetation. The woman wore
her usual military attire; black turtleneck shirt with gold lining, white gloves, white cotton pants, and knee length
black boots. Her hair was a very dark black, reaching to her shoulders. Her dark bronze eyeshadow and thin red lipstick
shined dimly against the glare of the early risen sun. She turned around and looked back at her office. The walls were
adorned with white and red carnations in hand-weaved wicker baskets, which hung on metal hooks, and maps of the surrounding
area. The flowers were of little contrast to her stark white office walls and cherrywood desk, which was currently covered
by papers and forms, with exception to the black phone sitting on the edge of it. She slammed her hands onto the desk,
aggravated. She closed her violet eyes. "Damn you."
The cherrywood door of her office opened abruptly as another woman barged in. This woman had very dark brown hair, tied
in a high odango with her large bangs framing her nicely tanned face, although her face was more sullen than nice. She
wore a midnight black pantsuit with a white silk shirt underneath, along with plain black shoes. She had dark purple
eyeshadow, which slightly contrasted with her dark red-violet eyes. The woman narrowed her eyes at her sister, who had
just banged her hands on the expensive cherrywood. "You know that won't do anything, Arashi."
"Oh, anata fakku. Why the hell does our damn brother want Kuroi back? We're strong enough. We don't need her. She betrayed
us." The aggravated female answered.
Arashi's sister smirked at her. "You're spending too much time around humans, Arashi. Your human emotions are beginning to
arise once more."
"Anata fakku, Inabikari. Anata fakku." Arashi crossed her arms. She decided to change the subject. "Why the hell are you
here, anyway?"
"Project Valkyrie's ready to be executed, Arashi."
Arashi picked up a piece of paper from the clutter on her desk. "And the Gundams?"
Inabikari answered, moving her bangs from her eyes. "We intercepted the email Dr. J sent to the pilots. They are to arrive
in an hour or so to destroy the base."
"Send all of the mobil suits out when they arrive."
"What about you?" Inabikari asked.
Arashi smirked. "I will be out to greet them."
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AN: That was SUCH a lOOng writer's block. Well, I'll try to get the next chapter out soon. Plz email me if you have a
suggestion or if you want some particular thing to happen! R&R too plz!
Email: ketsekiburade@hotmail.com
Author: ~Heartless Spirit~
Disclaimer: I don't own SM or GW. I DO own Dederi, so no stealin'! AND IBAREN TOO!!! NOVA BELONGS TO JESS-CHAN!!!
(Youhko's my own character too, if you haven't realized that by now...)
AN: Konnichiwa, minna! It's 11:23pm and I'm stocked on sugar! oh..11:24...
Duo: I WANT SUGAR!!!
HS: Okay, who let Maxwell in here?
[Looks outside door and sees Nova running away]
HS: [picks up large battle axe] Nova!!!!!!!!!!!
Minako: hi hi, minna!
HS: GET OUT OF MY ROOM, VENUSIAN BAKA!!!
[pushes Minako and Duo out]
HS: Dederi can stay. She's my bodyguard.
Dederi: -_- What did I get myself into?
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Lunar Succession
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Chapter 9-Valkyrie
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Nova cut a long strip of gauze tape with a pair of kitchen scissors. Duo, on the other hand, sat quietly, tapping
his fingers on the center counter of the mahogany-based kitchen, the copper pots and pans dangling above him.
He was also staring at Nova.
"Okay, Duo. Hold still." The brunette-blond highlighted assassin warned, adding a numbing salve on the gauze to dull
the pain of Trowa's kick. She carefully began to wrap the gauze around Duo's forehead. "Why'd he kick you, anyway? Well,
besides the fact that you were suffocating my partner."
"No clue. Ow! Careful, that's the only hair I've got!" Duo winced as Nova accidentally got the sticky part of the gauze
stuck to his hair. She was attempting to yank the gauze off.
"OW!"
"Duo, it's not that bad. Hold still." She yanked again.
"Ouch!" Duo, this time, toppled over his chair when Nova yanked for the third time, causing him to fall onto Nova's
head first. He looked up and grinned. "I didn't know you wanted me that bad."
Nova blushed and pushed him off her lap, yanking the gauze completely off his head in the process. She held the beginning
of the tape up once more. "This time, hold still." She began to wrap his forehead up again, once again careful not to
get the gauze stuck on another chunk of his chestnut brown hair. By the time she was done bandaging Duo up, Nova
noticed that there was a lot of voices in the next room, talking and discussing about something that she couldn't quite
hear, since the kitchen doors were closed. She had a hunch they were wondering why Trowa kicked her Duo..
['Her' Duo?] Nova interrupted her own thoughts. [Where'd that come from?]
"Hey, babe, what's wrong? You look kinda weird.." Duo looked at Nova with a worried expression.
"Nothing." She retorted tartly.
Duo put his arms around Nova, who began to blush again. "You sure it's not anything, Nova-chan?"
"H-hai." Nova sweat nervously. Duo shrugged and let go of the assassin, letting go of the fact that he didn't believe
what Nova said.
"All right, if that's what you say.." He walked back into he living room. Nova sighed.
[Why do the hell do I feel so...weird?] Sure, she had admitted that she liked Duo. A LOT, in fact. But she sure didn't
understand him, that she admitted with certainty. Nova sighed again and walked out, following Duo.
Wufei walked down the main stairs, one hand on the wooden banister and the other in his pocket. "Hey, onna, Dederi needs
to speak to you." He directed his statement to Setsuna, the guardian of time and heir to Pluto's throne. She stared
in suprise and followed Wufei back up the stairs to Dederi's room.
Wufei leaned once again on the doorway as Setsuna entered. Her eyes went straight to the sleeping form of Chibi-usa.
"Small Lady!" She knelt down next to the pink-haired child. Dederi was seated on the foot of the bed as Trowa stood
behind her.
"Pluto, I found her at the front steps of the mansion a few hours before you got back here. She asked for her guardian.
Chibiusa claimed you were her guardian."
Setsuna stared wide-eyed at Chibi-usa. "But how can she be here? Serenity's dead and-"
"What does this have to do with the weak hime, Pluto?" Dederi scowled. Despite her 'comrads' love and admiration for
the Lunarian hime, she seemed to have no recollection of as to why they admired and protected her so. And despite her
attraction to a certain Latin pilot and close friendship to Ibaren and Nova, the raven-haired assassin still had no
idea what love and care truly meant.
"Chibi-usa is Serenity-hime's DAUGHTER, Dederi-kun." Setsuna glared at Dederi's scornful remark about Usagi.
[How dare she?!] She thought, an angry expression appearing on her tanned and noble face.
The female assassin within the room looked unemotionally at Chibiusa, then back at Setsuna. "Daughter."
[The daughter of the baka-hime.]
"Yes, daughter."
Chibi-usa slowly opened her red-tinted orbs and sat up, slightly groggy from her nap. When her eyes focused, she
smiled joyously. "Puu!" She scrambled out of the bedsheets and hugged Setsuna.
"Small Lady, we should go downstairs. The other senshi would want to see you." She hugged back. Chibi-usa nodded
happily. Setsuna and Chibi-usa walked out of the room.
Wufei looked out of the room, still leaning on the door frame. "So the chibi-onna's the daughter of that blond
odango onna?"
Dederi nodded and stood up to walk out the door to listen to the senshi's conversation downstairs. When she reached
the stairs and leaned on the small marble pillar that began the wooden banister. Trowa sat on the steps in front
of her as Wufei leaned on the banister opposite his 'sensei' and gundam comrad.
"Chibiusa-chan!" Makoto yelled suprisedly as she hugged her small friend, who in turn hugged back. "What are you doing
here?"
Hotaru burst into tears, like the other senshi, overjoyed to see her best friend again.
Chibi-usa smiled. "Well, I dunno exactly." Then her expression turned into a sad smile. "After oka'-san died,
I stayed with Mamo-chan. But when I went to Rei's temple I didn't see anyone there. An' then I found myself outside
this place. I knocked on the door and Dede-chan found me and gave me hot chocolate!" She giggled again, her cheerful
expression back in place.
"Hot chocolate?!" Duo jerked. [Not fair!]
(Cue the sweatdrops)
Haruka didn't understand something. "Hey, this doesn't make sense. If Mamoru is back in our world, and Serenity-hime's,"
she paused, refusing to say the word 'dead'," then why would she be sent here? Would Mamoru find another-"
"I do not know." Setsuna shook her head. "I have not forseen this."
"This simply isn't logical.." the blue-haired Mercurian typed furiously on her mini computer. "The time-space continuem
hasn't been disrupted in the past week by anything or anyone besides us."
Michiru's eyes wandered to Dederi, who leaned on the marble banister on the top of the stairs. "What do you think of
this, Dederi-kun?"
Dederi crossed her arms. "Something must have sent Chibi-usa through the time gate. Or maybe she was here for a certain
purpose." She sighed nonchalantly, then glared indirectly. "But for whatever reason, she must not stay in my way."
Chibi-usa sat down on Haruka's lap, yawning again. "Maybe it's just 'cause you guys are here." She directed her attention
to all of the senshi that were worried for her welfare. She had not been listening to Dederi's previous remark.
Minako nodded in acknowledgement. "Maybe, Chibiusa-chan. I suggest we all get some sleep. We've been out the whole evening
and I need my beauty sleep. We can discuss this tommorow morning." She giggled. "No use discussing something important if
half of us will be too sleepy to listen."
Everyone nodded, even Setsuna agreed quietly, although still pondering as to why Chibi-usa would still be alive if
Serenity-hime had died.
"Wait, what about Chibi-usa? Where'll she sleep?" Hotaru inquired.
A monotone voice answered solemnly. "Chibi-usa can sleep in my room. I'll sleep on the couch."
Chibi-usa smiled warmly to her new friend. "Arigato, Dede-chan. You sure you don't mind?"
"Oh, that's not necessary, Dederi-kun. She can sleep in another one of the guest rooms, if she likes." Quatre suggested,
not wanting Dederi to sleep on the couch.
Dederi shook her head. "It's fine. I won't get much sleep anyway." Suddenly, a voice interrupted her thoughts within her
own head.
*~This is the first time I've ever seen you so compassionate, Kuro-chan.~*
Dederi scowled. *~Kuso, I forgot you could speak in minds, Iba-kun.~*
*~How strange. You never forget anything, Kuro-chan.~* Ibaren thought back worriedly. *~Something wrong?~*
*~Nothing, Iba-kun.~* Dederi smirked. *~Too bad you can't read minds, Iba-kun.~*
*~Don't push it.~* He retorted. *~So what if I'm unable to read minds? I can still speak with my inherited power can't I?~*
Dederi laughed, causing everyone to turn their attention to her. She stared at all the suprised looks, then scowled
and stomped back into her room.
Ibaren sent one last message into her retreating mind before discontinuing the conversation. *~You realize you're
acting much more nervous than usual, Kuroi?~*
*~Shut up.~*
"What was that about?" Quatre wondered, scratching the back of his head, shifting his platinum blond tresses as he did so.
Duo shook his head. "That is one unexplainable dame, that's fer sure."
Heero had been silent the whole conversation. [First Dederi-kun attempts to assassinate Relena-baka, then a girl comes
along from out of no where. What the hell is next?]
Setsuna smiled, taking Chibi-usa's small hand into her slender palm. "I'll walk you back to Dederi-kun's room, Small
Lady." The two walked cheerfully up the main staircase, followed later by the inner and outer senshi.
Wufei put his hands in his pockets and walked down the stairs. "So." He turned to Ibaren, who was casually lounging
on the elevated coffee table by the window. "I take it you read minds."
The rest of the pilots noticed a smirk on the magi's lips. He responded, ~I don't read. I talk.~
"Isn't that the same, kisama?" He retorted.
Ibaren chuckled and walked away, presumably towards the courtyard. ~No. No, it isn't.~
Quatre and Duo stared strangely at Wufei thinking, [Why is he talking to himself?]
The 'Perfect Soldier' turned on his jet black laptop. A window popped up on the screen. "Mission."
At that word, the other pilots surrounded the laptop, reading what the email from Dr. J stated.
-
Gundam pilots-
Destroy Valkyrie Base. The base is producing more amounts of mobil dolls. Located at coordinates 33098-392847-3.
Mobil dolls will be ejected from east base hangar by alarm. Destroy everything.
J.
-
Heero clicked the 'reply' button and typed in -Mission Accepted-. The other pilots nodded in acknowledgement. "We'll
move out at 7." Heero ordered, shutting his laptop. [Dr. J didn't mention anything about the Peacecraft Ball. Strange.]
(Time Change: Next Morning, 6:00am)
The five gundam pilots sat in the kitchen on the wooden chairs that surrounded the center counter. Each held
a mug of coffee, most of which were caffiene-filled. Heero typed furiously on his computer, probably researching more
information about the Valkyrie Base, as well as searching to see if there were any news about the Peacecraft Ball incident
that happened a few days ago. Suprisingly, he found none, and it seemed that most newspapers and magazines that did
portray the Peacecraft Ball only commented about the decorations and people that attended. He sipped his coffee
slowly. [Something's not right. There should have been a news broadcast about the incident, to say the least.]
Duo, yawning continuously, put down his mug of coffee and opened another container of Irish Cream(c) and poured its
contents into the mug, then taking the silver teaspoon next to him and mixing the coffee with the creamer. "Did we
really have to wake up this early?" He whined, his cobalt eyes drooping.
"Shut your mouth, Maxwell. It's not that early." Wufei, who sat across from him, barked. He held his green mug to
his mouth, pouring the strong, black coffee into his mouth. "I've been up earlier than this."
"Aww, come on, Wu-man. The damn sun isn't even up yet."
"My name is WuFEI, Maxwell!" Wufei retorted angrily. He began to reach for his katana.
A few rays of light, coming from the sun, began to lazily make its way into the room, through the large lattice doors.
It was dawn. Duo looked out the glass lattice door and sweatdropped.
"Someone up there doesn't like me." He groaned. The braided American pilot set his mug down and began to run, attempting
to get a headstart before Wufei chopped him into pieces.
As Duo and Wufei ran out of the kitchen beginning their 'cat and mouse' chase, the inner senshi made their way into the
kitchen, still wearing their pajamas. Makoto opened the refridgerator. "Do you guys want pancakes or french toast?"
Minako, who pulled up a chair next to Quatre, happily said, "French toast."
"I say french toast." Rei agreed.
Ami nodded, agreeing. "If everyone wants french toast, okay then."
Makoto, as she pulled the ingredients out of the mahogany cupboard, got an idea. "Maybe Dederi-kun could help us. What do
you think, Ami-chan?"
Ami thought about it for a moment, then nodded in agreement. "Yes, it might be a good idea."
"Maybe we'll be able to become friends!" Minako agreed, smiling. Rei slowly nodded.
"I know she's usually awake at 5 or something, but where could we find her?"
Trowa, who had been listening to the conversation while sipping his coffee and reading the newspaper, answered. "She's
in the training room."
Makoto, Ami, Minako, and Rei looked towards the Latin teenager. "How'd you know?"
Trowa hid his blush behind his newspaper. "I..saw her training earlier.."
The emerald-eyed Jovian nodded slowly, then motioned for her friends to follow her. Out of curiosity, Heero, Quatre, and
Trowa followed.
Nova grinned as she stood nonchalantly, two of her trusty white handguns in her hands. She wore a form-fitting white tanktop
and white shorts with black stripes, along with her black tennis shoes with white stripes. Nova also had on white
riding gloves and her hair was up in its usual fashion, with long, shiny bangs framing the sides of her face. She turned
off the safety of her handguns and put her fingers on the triggers. She and Ibaren, who stood a few feet away from her,
were to shoot or throw whatever they could at a certain raven-haired assassin. They were training because of the fact
that Ibaren had a sort of 'premonition' that Youhko or one of his henchmen would soon arrive to 'talk' to Dederi.
"Ready?"
Ibaren concentrated his energy towards his hands as he began to glow a faint blue and white. Aside from the blue-white
aura, his current attire consisted of a white muscle shirt and Chinese-style black pants. His hair was also in its usual
spiked fashion. "I'm ready. You ready, Kuro-chan?"
Dederi smirked. "Go." She stood, arms crossed and feet loosely standing on the blue mat which covered the wooden floor.
She was wearing black spandex shorts and was wearing a sort of sports-bra-like shirt, colored in a deep shade of black
and showed a significant amount of her middriff. Dederi also wore her black riding gloves.
The blonde-highlighted assassin raised her guns and aimed towards Dederi, who stood ready. She fired her live rounds
at her partner, looking unfeeling and focused at her target. Dederi quickly dodged them, caught two of them and tossed
them behind her into the wastebasket. Ibaren, the telepathic magi, threw a barrage of blue and white energy spheres
at Dederi, who blocked the spheres with her hands, which had red and black shields. Taking Ibaren's attack as a diversion,
Nova swiftly reloaded her guns and shot six bullets towards Dederi. Dederi kept one hand focused on Ibaren's energy spheres
and the other on the bullets, and dodging the ones she missed by jumping or chucking a few of her own blood red and black
energy spheres back at Nova's and Ibaren's weapons.
"You two have done better than this." Dederi jeered, frontflipping to avoid an energy beam from Ibaren. She stopped moving
and crossed her arms, annoyed. "Let's try something else." Dederi then ran at full speed towards two of her friends and
began to swiftly throw punches at them.
Ibaren grinned. "How fun. Full contact it is." He blocked Dederi's uppercut then countered with a spinning kick.
As Ibaren and Dederi exchanged uppercuts, jabs, spin kicks, and other martial arts attacks, she walked over to the
beverage machine and hit the center of the machine with a hard elbow. A bottle of clear spring water popped out. She
picked it up, opened the bottle, and drank its contents. "Well, I'm taking a breather. Unfortunately, I'm not dragon and
youkai, like you guys."
Dederi used a roundhouse kick to knock Ibaren off balance. "Actually, I'm dragon, youkai, and 1/3 human. Iba-kun here
is human and dragon." She blocked Ibaren's jump kick and backflipped. While she was airborne, she continued. "And you're
technically half youkai, so you shouldn't be tired yet."
"So what?" Nova answered nonchalantly. "I'm still not from your dimension. I belong in the Silver Millenium dimension."
She then stuck her tongue out distainfully. "As a commoner."
"At least you won't have to end up as the Neo Queen of the Silver Millenium, Nova-kun." Dederi landed and drop kicked
Ibaren, causing him to fall flat on his back.
The reincarnated magi stared suprisedly at his friend. "You? Queen?!"
The raven-haired teen stood over her friend, a monotone expression on her face. "Yes. Neo Queen of the Silver Millenium.
But I don't see myself as the queen of such a weak civilization. And I refuse to be protected by those weak onnas called
sailor senshi."
"But," Ibaren pointed up towards Dederi's overlooking face, "You're also a senshi and an onna. A strong onna, as a matter
of fact."
At that moment, Makoto, Ami, Rei, Minako, Trowa, Heero, and Quatre entered the training room. Rei and Minako's mouths
hung agape. Dederi, Nova, and Ibaren haven't noticed before, but, they had completely destroyed another two of Quatre's
punching bags and the beverage machine had a fist-sized hole in the center. Without thinking, Dederi waved towards Trowa,
who smiled in response and waved back. Minako and Rei noticed this cheerful exchange with wide eyes.
Minako, being the nosey one, asked a question. "Is something going on between you two?"
Dederi's hand retracted as she realized what she had just done. She put her monotone expression back onto her face.
"No, Venusian-baka. Why would there be anything be going on between me and unibang Barton?" She was calm enough to
ignore Ibaren's gaze of curiosity. THEN she noticed that Ibaren was right below her and that Ami was staring at their
awkward position. Dederi stepped away and pulled Ibaren up by his hand. She picked up her long, slender, white ribbon,
which was laid carelessly on the oak bench by the lockers, and tied her hair into a very high ponytail with two wisps
of hair going down the sides of her face, like the day before.
"Well, it's just that I saw you wave to Trowa-kun and didn't even bother to wave to us."
Rei added, "And you were staring directly at Trowa-kun right when we came in!"
Dederi stared emotionlessly at them, although her mind was racing. [Shimatta.] She growled. "Nothing is going on between
me and Barton and never will be."
Trowa slightly stiffened at that remark. Was she stating the truth, or just hiding their relationship?
Dederi, throwing her white towel over her shoulder, walked off.
"You know, I still don't believe her." Minako said to Rei, who nodded in agreement.
Rei continued, "But still, I would be suprised if there was something going on between those two. I mean, Dederi-kun's
not necessarily the kind of person I'd expect to have a boyfriend."
They heard Nova's strong voiced laugh ring throughout the room. They looked towards her. Nova was still sitting on the
oak sports bench, her left hand over her mouth. She seemed to be attempting to prevent from laughing any further, but to
no avail.
"What's so funny, Nova-kun?" Makoto wondered.
Nova waved her hand away. [Oh, how wrong they are. Jeez, anyone SMART could see that those two like each other.] She
continued to laugh. Unbeknownst to everyone, Trowa had left.
Ibaren narrowed his dark green eyes. [Human emotions are such a fickle thing.]
A woman, about a few years before the age of twenty, looked out her office window, taking in the scenery around her.
Although, this was rather strange, because the scenery around her was mostly forest and vegetation. The woman wore
her usual military attire; black turtleneck shirt with gold lining, white gloves, white cotton pants, and knee length
black boots. Her hair was a very dark black, reaching to her shoulders. Her dark bronze eyeshadow and thin red lipstick
shined dimly against the glare of the early risen sun. She turned around and looked back at her office. The walls were
adorned with white and red carnations in hand-weaved wicker baskets, which hung on metal hooks, and maps of the surrounding
area. The flowers were of little contrast to her stark white office walls and cherrywood desk, which was currently covered
by papers and forms, with exception to the black phone sitting on the edge of it. She slammed her hands onto the desk,
aggravated. She closed her violet eyes. "Damn you."
The cherrywood door of her office opened abruptly as another woman barged in. This woman had very dark brown hair, tied
in a high odango with her large bangs framing her nicely tanned face, although her face was more sullen than nice. She
wore a midnight black pantsuit with a white silk shirt underneath, along with plain black shoes. She had dark purple
eyeshadow, which slightly contrasted with her dark red-violet eyes. The woman narrowed her eyes at her sister, who had
just banged her hands on the expensive cherrywood. "You know that won't do anything, Arashi."
"Oh, anata fakku. Why the hell does our damn brother want Kuroi back? We're strong enough. We don't need her. She betrayed
us." The aggravated female answered.
Arashi's sister smirked at her. "You're spending too much time around humans, Arashi. Your human emotions are beginning to
arise once more."
"Anata fakku, Inabikari. Anata fakku." Arashi crossed her arms. She decided to change the subject. "Why the hell are you
here, anyway?"
"Project Valkyrie's ready to be executed, Arashi."
Arashi picked up a piece of paper from the clutter on her desk. "And the Gundams?"
Inabikari answered, moving her bangs from her eyes. "We intercepted the email Dr. J sent to the pilots. They are to arrive
in an hour or so to destroy the base."
"Send all of the mobil suits out when they arrive."
"What about you?" Inabikari asked.
Arashi smirked. "I will be out to greet them."
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AN: That was SUCH a lOOng writer's block. Well, I'll try to get the next chapter out soon. Plz email me if you have a
suggestion or if you want some particular thing to happen! R&R too plz!
Email: ketsekiburade@hotmail.com
