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...) BTW, HAKAI BELONGS TO DIANE, MY TALENTED COUSIN.
If you want to read Diane's fics, her pen name on ff.net is SNAPdragon! All other villains are mine as well..yes, it is
a lot of characters. DEAL WITH IT. The other enemies are mine.
AN: GOD WHY DO YOU PEOPLE NOT READ THIS FIC?? [For those of you who have enjoyed this fic this far, feel free to ignore
this] IS IT TOO STUPID FOR YOU?!?! IS IT TOO CENTERED ON MY ORIGINAL CHARACTER!??!?!? WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH
MY FIC?!?!? [ahem] Anyway, this chapter will mostly deal with a brief birthday party, more Relena bashing, a suprise
that everyone will not believe... [darts eyes] Go on with the fic before I take out my Spatula of Justice and
am chased by Usagi and Relena fans. [blows raspberry at the Usagi and Relena fans while they throw large, gargantuan
objects at her] YOU CAN'T GET ME! NYAAA! FLAMES WILL BE TOLERATED WITH EASE! MARSHMELLOWS! MAARSHMELLOWS!!!!
I would like to thank snapDRAGON, Shakunetsu Blade, and KC-RYN for staying with me and supporting this fic. You guys
kick royal arse! ^___^ Also, as another thing..WHO IS "nameless and faceless"? He/She reviewed my fic, and I so humbly
thank them for it, but..who is he/she? I think I know him/her [scary]. I would also like to thank EVERYONE ELSE who
reviewed. Please continue to read this fic! Reviews are the only things that are getting me through the first three
weeks of freshman year...:( Catholic high school is murder, I tell you!!! MUURDER!!!
I scared these jocks in my science class, tho, which was fun. I kept saying "stupid mortals. you cannot comprehend
beyond the veil of eternity" which kept popping into my head..and they were thinking i was gonna stab them..
muahahahaha..okay i'm done..
(Note: #...# = Memories or Visions;Dream Sequence)
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Lunar Succession
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Chapter 14-Brief Reunion: An Awaiting Catalyst
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The steel corridors held within themselves; silence. Despite the increasing commotion from the above grounds, mobil suits
launching into the skies, trained mercenaric soldiers recieving strict orders and what not, the corridors deep underground
held a solemn ill-felt reverence about its eerie disposition. The only sound within the metallic halls were light,
boot-oriented steps from a certain demon. He made his way silently to the futuristic 'throne' room, a stoic and glaring
expression on his crimson red face. He was in his first demon form now, basking in the utter silence of the corridor
as he walked. His hair had remained in its black, braided fashion, but his skin was now a soft crimson red color, and his
eyes were not icy blue, but instead faintly glowed of dark blue and bright green. He was now in his mercenary rogue
robes, consisting of dark red breeches and black combat boots with buckles and locks made from Demovalra. He also donned
a black vest-shirt, covered by a dark red and gold breastplate. He was overrall covered by his usual ankle-length midnight
black hooded cloak, although the hood remained down, showing his stoic, handsome face. He reached the steel double doors,
a sort of pedestal at its right.
The pedestal was rather plain, made from black and grey Demovalra, standing vertically at about one yard and six inches
wide. Yukio briskly walked over to the front of the pedestal. He stared at its top for a moment, seeing a small black
slit in the center with eight crimson buttons above it. He quietly placed his hand above the slit, his middle finger
facing downward upon it. Suddenly, his hand tightened into a fist as the top of his wrist opened a small slit of its own.
Yukio's face remained nonchalant and monotone as a small black blade came out of the slit. He had taken out his main source
for blood, also known to himself as his emergency defense weapon, in case his Chinese Scimitar was taken out of his grasp.
He slid the black dagger into the small, yet deep, slit on the pedestal. Yukio groaned painfully as a portion of his black
and crimson blood was violently sucked out of his body. It seemed forever for him, his life force being excreted from him,
in exchange for his superior's attention and presence. [Damn him. I swear, Kuro-chan. I'll see this thing through. Then we
shall be together until the end of inevitable eternity and darkness.] He sharply pulled himself out of his thoughts as the
blade slid back into his arm. Yukio had passed on his blood. It was the key to Youhko's destruction, that Yukio knew. The
question was: Did Dederi know it?
Yukio turned towards the steel doors, the two rumbling and groaning as they slid to their adjacent holes embedded into the
steel walls. He stared monotonously as he walked through them, the chamber guards bowing slightly at his entrance. Yukio
ignored the red chimeras' respectful bows and continued to walk past them, looking from the corner of his eye at the walls
of the throne room. The walls were not of steel or Gundanium, but were merely, to lightly put it, alive. They were tainted
a deep, bloody crimson, writhing and pulsating red veins on them as if the walls themselves were flesh. The veins were
alive, using the blood of the slaughtered innocents and sacrificial beings to live on with the demons and undead. The
pedestals near the walls held the same slits as the entrance pedestal did. [Doors to the deeper levels of hell.] He
reminded himself of the inevitable screams from the other sides of the doors. They were so..."Horrid."
"Come, rogue mercenary." A deep, stoic voice interrupted his thoughts. Yukio walked to the front of the crimson room,
a large gothic, Demovalran balcony above him. A small set of stairs twisted to the high balcony on the right of Yukio,
but he knew not to dare the higher demon and climb them. The balcony looked dark and brooding, stone-carved vein-like
designs covering the railings and posts. The voice came from above the balcony, continuing its commands. "Tomi, Yukio."
Yukio bowed down respectively on one knee, his right fist propping against the floor while his left hand on top of his
left knee. "Yes, lord." He answered, a tinge of anger in his voice.
"Why hast thee disobeyed my orders?" The voice asked. "Your emotions are in the way of our advance. Surely your feelings for
the Dark Incarnate have passed since the beginning of the second war!" Yukio winced at Youhko's exclamation. Suddenly,
the emperor's aura of anger and malice seemed to dissapate, calming down softly. "Emotions, my dear mercenary, are signs
of weakness. Only the strong live and die without love or other human emotions. You will live this, Yukio." Yukio nodded,
still bowing. He hid his increasing scowl from the powerful demon emperor, his bright green and blue eyes closed off from
the visible world. Youhko continued unrelentlessly. "You are to be given a new mission, rogue mercenary. Find the
Dark Incarnate once more. Make sure she, nor the magi or sorceress, does not make a dimensional portal. We must take care
not to get more enemies, even with our limitless energy. This blood will fuel our battalions' bloodlust until we are fully
aware of our final plans. Your future actions will not be taken lightly."
A wave of dark energy flooded onto Yukio, piercing him with both, pain and increased strength. It was too much energy for
him to bear, but, as the ways of a demon were, did not show weakness nor pain to an attack. They were not to give up on
any battle, unless said otherwise. Yukio felt his emperor's mirthful aura. Youhko was enjoying his pain. Yukio shut his
eyes even tighter, attempting to ignore the increased pain the energy was giving him. Too much energy was not good for
anyone. All fighters knew that, as did Yukio. He felt his crimson flesh begin to boil, his body temperature rising sharply,
causing Yukio to wince and grit his teeth. [I will not show weakness in front of him..] Yukio thought decisively as his
superior ceased his 'disciplinary action'. He took this time to open his eyes, wiping the free-flowing blood which fell
from his right eye. He had cuts and bruises all over his arms and back, the deathly cold chilling his body as he resisted
the urge to fall over and die. Death was not an option.
"Leave my sight for now."
With that, the demon mercenary vanished in a flash of icy blue light, a trail of malicious emotions following him.
The sun shined softly through Trowa's white silk curtains, which hung placidly in front of the white lattice, balcony doors.
It was now about nine AM, approximately ten hours after the Peacecraft Square incident. Almost everyone remained sound
asleep, for the aftermath of Inabikari's assault had weakened them, spiritually and physically. Not to mention that it
was almost too much to bear for those who did not weild spiritual powers. For most of them, daylight came too soon.
Trowa opened his emerald-tinted eyes blinked lazily as he woke from his well-rested slumber. He raised his right arm and
put his hand to his eyes, yawning comfortably. Trowa rubbed his eyes, trying to get them to focus accurately. The sunlight
wasn't too bright, only a haze of gold and white light, so it didn't hurt his eyes as he opened them fully. He felt
something soft next to his left arm. Trowa looked over and found tresses of raven hair on it, leading to his lover, who
was sleeping comfortably directly below it. The Latin pilot slowly propped himself up on his left elbow and reached over
with his right to stroke her pale cheek. The morning haze-like glow illuminated her skin, making it seem like she was
glowing, as if stars from the heavens had embedded themselves into her skin, melding together to form that glow that Trowa
saw before him. He smiled slightly as he saw her deep, entrancing eyes open to face him. She smiled lazily, curling up
against his warm chest, feeling an emotion that she had, before, only caught glimpses of. The Latin pilot bent down and
gave the girl a light, feathered kiss on the cheek, before hugging her close, possessively and protectively.
Dederi remained within his embrace, comforted and warmed by the feeling within her heart. She looked up at his face, which
showed a rather pleasant smile. "You seem awake." She said cockily. Trowa merely laughed and kissed her on the lips,
silencing her for a single moment. They parted slowly. After looking at her once more, Trowa sat up from his propped
position and stretched. Dederi sat up as well, turning to the right side of the bed. She slipped on her white camisole
which had been tossed to the ground the next before, along with her oversized dark flannel shirt, closing it over her
pale body. Trowa had already slipped on his black and red striped pants and was putting on his white shirt, leaving it
unbuttoned. He looked towards the young woman behind him, after making sure of his decency, and found her eyes glittering
with contemplation and wonder.
[The dream..] Dederi shook her head. [No, it wasn't a dream..vision..omen..Chibiusa..Serenity..damn her. Why did she choose
me..why do I not kill the girl..assimilated with her soul..] "Damn you, Sere-baka."
"Dede-chan?" A male voice asked behind her, waking her from her acursed thoughts. Dederi turned to her lover, who seemed
to be in a state of confusion and worry. "What's wrong?"
Dederi gave way to a small smile and reached over to wrap her arms around his shoulders, resting her pale chin against
his neck. Trowa still continued to gaze at her in a confused way, although wrapped his own arms around her and lying back
onto the bed. She laid on top of him, still hugging him closely. Dederi answered, "Nothing, Trowa. You're here, aren't you?"
That answer caused Trowa to stare back in suprise. Dederi, taking this spare chance, kissed him fully on the lips. She then
rolled off him and stood up. Dederi smirked at her lover's reaction. *~I'm going to take a bath.~* And with that, she left
him, still lying on his bed.
The raven-haired warrior reached Trowa's bathroom a few seconds later, closing the door softly. The mirror on the medicine
cabinet was bordered by green and light yellow ivy, which originated from two vases on both sides of the low, adobe-colored
sink. The handles and knobs were made from light cherrywood. Adobe tiles lined the medium-sized bathroom floor in
intricate designs, the center of the room brandishing a rose-colored carnation made from darkened pine. Spanish-oriented
mats lined the sides of the bathtub and shower, sewn with streams of dark reds, browns, and oranges. From the ceiling
hung a light artificial ivory sconce, or rather, four or five of them. The bathtubs and showers were sort of painted in
marigold and butter tints, shining faintly from the light of the ivory sconces. Dederi stopped in front of the ivy-strewn
mirror, taking in her appearance in a single glance. She stepped closer to the glass, then bending down towards the
bowl of the sink, her hands bracing the sides of it. [Damn you.] One of her hands unconsciously reached over and touched
her abdomen. She had felt the change in her metabolism and bodily substances the moment she had woken up. [It is true,
then. I am to bear the soul of a child.] She gripped the sink harder. [Damn you Serenity. Even if the reasons had been
given, couldn't it not have been another? One of your senshi would have been better than me. I am not fit to bear a
daughter.] She sighed, seeing that cursing the dead was neither, respectful nor helpful. Talking to herself would not
help, either. Throwing her clothes onto the nearby coat hanger, she turned on the bathtub faucet, feeling the caress of
hot water touch her skin. [How weak I have grown.]
Ibaren felt a shock go down his spine, breaking his concentration on the enchantment which laid before him. Something
was wrong, that he knew. He concentrated harder on breaking the barrier to the other dimension. [I hope he is ready. Hakai
is growing impatient, as is Seito. Kuroi has a troubled soul. I only hope that they will cheer us from this momentary
despair that we have all been caught in, as I also hope that I am doing the right thing.] The young-looking magi
held his attention once again to the incantation which would inevitably break the barrier and fulfill the requirements
of the enchantment. He felt energy pouring from the courtyard cobblestones, directly outside of the bustling kitchen.
*~It's ready.~*
Hakai laughed as she looked out the window, answering Ibaren's telepathy with a nod. She held the half finished cake
in her hands, scented of ripe strawberries and fudge. The large baked good was made basically of fudge and milk chocolate,
supported in two thick layers. The perimeter of the chocolate cake was covered in light, fluffy strawberry icing, as well
as hot fudge, in a zigzag and ruffle design. The top of the cake was coated with a thin layer of the same strawberry icing,
the words 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY KURO-CHAN!" in hot fudge syrup. Around the top of the cake was upturned, whole red strawberries,
topped with dots of whipped cream and more hot fudge. It was definitely a delicious sight to see. (AN: And guess what! I'm
going to attempt to make that sort of cake in Home Economics! DROOL READERS! DROOOOOL!)
Nova was busy with wrapping Dederi's present, fiddling expertly with the white ribbon which was to tie the small present,
along with the crimson wrapping paper. The box containing the gift itself was black with red stripes. After tying the final
knot, the present was finished. The halfling set her present next to the black paper plates and glasses. She wondered what
they had decided to give her, but had restrained herself from secretly opening the presents herself. "Hakai-chan, I finished
wrapping."
"You do realize that you didn't need to find her that bracelet. The portal and our visitors will provide enough excitement."
Hakai smirked at her, setting the cake down next to Nova's present. Nova did nothing but shrugg and answer,
"I just wanted to."
Hakai chuckled, bringing up her hand to pull back the black wisp of hair which covered part of her eyes. She wore a
shoulder-baring black turtleneck, which showed her creamy peach skin, as well as a silver celtic cross necklace and
lilac cargo pants. The sorceress also wore black, steel-toed, ankle boots and crimson biker gloves, her hair in its usual
large odango with gold hair beads holding it in place. As mentioned before, wisps of hair framed her face. Nova was adorned
in orange jeans and a thick-strapped black tanktop with metal studs, along with white track shoes. Her hair was up in a
ponytail, the ends of her highlighted hair seeming spiky. "You seem more attached to Kuroi than you had 4 years ago."
Nova smiled. "I used to think she was a heartless reincarnation of the dragon who was and is derived from evil itself, but
I suppose somewhere along the line I was proved wrong. She really isn't as bad or stubborn as she acts to everyone, that I
am undoubtedly sure of. And I want to thank her for being a good friend," she then laughed, "and for saving my life more
than once." Hakai laughed along with her.
"She may be all of those things, Seito-chan, but she is more than a little stubborn." Out of no where, a pair of lightly
tanned arms encircled Hakai, bringing her into a warm and cheerful hug. Hakai briefly wondered who the arms were attached
to, but shook her head the instant she recognized the person's aura. She groaned at Ibaren's bad judgement.
"You know doesn't bode well with Kuroi to talk behind her back." The masculine voice chided. Hakai rolled her eyes and
pushed the young man off her, scowling at the grin he beared.
"Bakarayo." She turned quickly towards Ibaren's entering form, resisting the urge to rush up to him and choke the living
out of the magi. "You just HAD to bring HIM, didn't you?" The young man faked a sad expression.
"Nice to see you too."
"Damare, Yasuo-baka." Hakai retorted gruffily. The young man, presumed to be Yasuo, was rather well-built
and tall, with mildly tanned skin. His deep violet eyes, held small, miniscule stripes of gold, giving off an etherial,
bold emotion within them. He had wispy, soft, platinum snow-blue hair, covering a very small part of his eyes. This young
man was rather stoic in appearance, give or take his slight cockiness and flirtatious flair. Wearing a black striped
t-shirt, a baggy, dark red long sleeved flannel [unbuttoned] shirt, and navy blue cargo pants with black sneakers, he
came off as a strange-looking handsome eighteen-year old. "You're too cocky, as always. Wasn't Jikana supposed to come
instead of you?"
"Ah, yes indeed, my strange female companion." Yasuo Hirotoshi answered in his light, yet deep, voice. "But, you see, the
blue-haired Chronos Incarnate had to attend to other matters. In other words, youkai hunting. I assure you that everything's
fine, and," He swiftly pulled out a small white and black box from his cargo pocket, "We have all pitched in to give
our brooding friend a token of our affections." (AN: Ah, so eloquently he speaks..[drool] I love my characters..lol)
He was then cut off by a bear-crushing hug by a certain half-youkai.
"Yasuo-chan!" Nova chuckled, not noticing that his back had cracked considerably since he had been glomped.
Yasuo coughed as he fell backwards onto the ground. "Ack! heh..good to see you too, Seito-chan.." Nova laughed nervously
as she got off him. She stood up, dusting off her orange jeans. Yasuo laughed deeply as he got up, with the help of
Ibaren, and handed the small box to the scowling sorceress. "Now, praytell, what are you scowling at?" Hakai looked at
him and blinked. Yasuo looked at Hakai strangely. "You all right?"
Hakai briskly nodded her head. She heard a slight patter of steps from overhead. The sorceress smiled and busied herself
with the rest of the decorations of the large mahogany kitchen. There were streamers of gold and silk red, the morning
sunlight emitting from the courtyard adding luminescence and a soft feel to the room. The cake was ready, a video camera
was hidden above the overhead pots, and paper plates and cups were stacked neatly nearby. Everything was perfect.
[Well, perfect considering we spent half the night cooking and decorating.] She let a yawn escape her, but refused to
let the feeling of tiredness and fatigue come over her.
Minako, Rei, Makoto, Ami, and Hotaru tiredly walked into the kitchen just then. They stopped abruptly as they looked
at the colored decorations which draped around the room. It was rather morbid, in their eyes, anyway, although in some
sentiment a reflection of their 'leader's' true self. They didn't know anything about Dederi, and they DEFINITELY did
not know of her birth date. They merely stood there, clad in their respectively colored matching pajamas of marigold,
scarlet, emerald, sapphire, and velvet.
Makoto was the first one to speak up after the confusion of silence. "Saku-san, what are the decorations for?" Hakai
merely brushed her off, ignoring her presence. She busied herself with making sure the fluffy, fudge-covered cake was
within proper proportions, also ignoring Minako's hungry carnal stare at the delicious pastry. Makoto, slightly miffed,
turned to Ibaren, who was leaning against the doorway leading to the cobblestone courtyard. "Ibaren-kun?"
"Well, if you must know-" Ibaren began, but was distinctly cut off by a certain visitor who had many a glint in his eyes.
"Ibaren-kun, you didn't tell me about taking in hospitality with these four lovely ladies." Yasuo walked over, looking
at them kindly, yet mischieviously in a way. "You sly devil." Ibaren had to smirk, as if preparing to laugh at his
reaction when Yasuo finds that there were more than just four girls in the estate. Oh, how his eyes will pop out.
At this moment, Heero, Wufei, Duo, and Quatre arrived into the vicinity of the mahogany kitchen, also stopping to look at
the decorations (or in Duo's point of view, the cake..^^;). Quatre looked on as Duo was repeatedly swatted from the cake
by Nova. Wufei and Heero merely stood around the kitchen, contemplating the situation with a vague idea of what was
commencing. It was at that point that Heero noticed the words on the cake, prussian blue orbs widening considerably at
the sight. Makoto and the girls held back from giggling and Duo was doing a rather identical expression of that of a
deer in front of an oncoming bus. Quatre and Wufei leaned over and looked at the cake as well, their eyes doing the
same expressions as Duo's.
Yasuo merely stared at the nine teenagers, confused as ever. Turning to the beautiful half-youkai, he asked exactly how
many people lived in this vast mansion. Nova grinned.
"Excluding Ibaren, Kuroi, Nova, and me...five young men and nine young women." Nova laughed openly as Yasuo did a
remarkable expression of a fish out of water. In other words, he was unable to close his mouth. Hakai covered her mouth
in the futile attempt to stop her oncoming laughter while Ibaren merely smirked at his human comrad's flabberghasted
expression. Yasuo, however, shook his head a few moment later as he heard a shriek.
"Chibiusa-chan!" Hotaru exclaimed, hurriedly rushing out of the kitchen, the mahogany doors swaying madly behind her.
Everyone else, save the strange visitor and the three otherworldly warriors, followed suit. Yasuo blinked, turning to
Ibaren who rolled his eyes at the now gone senshi. The magi calmly leaned on the central mahogany counter of the kitchen.
"I take it you are confused?" Ibaren smirked.
Yasuo nodded. "Yes. Very much so."
Dederi tightened the fluffy white bathrobe as she finished putting it on, the soft cloth hugging the curves of her pale
body like a fluffy second skin. Her raven tresses were dry, with the help of a blow drier which was now conveniently
hung next to the ivy-framed medicine cabinet. The young assassin sighed despairingly, wishing for a solution for her
overdramatic problem. Dederi stiffened slightly as a pair of tanned arms enveloped her into a soft, comforting hug. She
relaxed a few seconds later as she realized that it was only her lover. She leaned onto his well-built chest, the enchanting
smell of sage and clover making its way into her lungs.
"I take it you have finished your bath?" Trowa whispered seductively into her ear, tickling her. Dederi chuckled and turned
to gaze at him, wrapping her arms around his waist in the process. The Heavyarms Gundam pilot wore his black and red
pinstripe pants along with his white long-sleeved shirt with dogtag necklace. (AN: unbuttoned, of course. [bats
away Trowa Barton fans] BACK! BACK! HE'S MINE I TELL YOU! MINE!) He had a rather strange, satisfied grin on his face.
Dederi simply kissed his cheek.
"What do you think?"
Trowa smirked at the girl's retort, bringing his face downward. He nuzzled her neck affectionately, Dederi melting from
his touch. Alas, this tender moment wasn't meant to last...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"
Dederi and Trowa opened their eyes simulataneously and stared. They broke off from their close embrace and headed off,
towards a certain Lunarian heir's room. The female warrior ran ahead of Trowa, down the bedroom corridor. She found
her future daughter's bedroom door ajar, the brass handle nervously held by a shocked Hotaru. Dederi growled at the younger
gothic senshi, a spark of anger flashing from her eyes. "What happened?"
Hotaru did nothing but stare at the little girl before her, distinctly ignoring Dederi's angry interrogation. Dederi
forcefully shoved Hotaru into the room, causing Minako and Makoto to look back in response. The Gundam pilots were on the
other side of the room, staring at Chibiusa with confused eyes. Quatre was desperately trying to comfort the slightly
crazed Lunarian, but to no avail. Trowa entered soon after, his emerald eyes widening considerably as another pair of
green eyes stared back at him. Dederi inwardly gasped at her future daughter's complextion.
A small girl stood in front of her, completely confused and slowly becoming mad. Her skin had gotten slightly darker,
although still kept that light, crisp shade of peach. Chibiusa's hair remained at the same length, although it shined of
black and chocolate, no longer sugar pink. The young Lunarian's eyes had also changed as well: they were still large
and innocent looking, but no longer tinted red. The softly-colored orbs were shaded a deep, forest green, much like her
future father's, though no one knew of that fact. Dederi's maternal instincts reluctantly surfaced from the shadows of her
heart, taking over her mind. The assassin shoved past the rest of the senshi and pilots, her white robe flailing at her
swift movements. She sat down on Chibiusa's bed, the dark red sheets wrinkling at the sudden pressure. (AN: Ok, so it used
to be Dederi's room..oh well!)
Dederi put her two fingers to Chibiusa's neck, feeling her pulse. [Temperature's risen, pulse seems normal, though.
Strange...is this the change that Sere-baka told me of?] "Chibiusa.." Dederi whispered her name, tilting her face downward
to look at Chibiusa's confused and scared expression. "Chibiusa, daijobu ka?" The small girl merely stared back, obviously
in shock. Dederi instantly stiffened. Her future child's behavior certainly disturbed her calm disposition. It worried
her to no end. Dederi grasped Chibiusa's shoulders. "Chibiusa.."
Chibiusa blinked, her emerald orbs wavering slightly. Finally, she gave a response. "De..Dederi-chan?" Dederi gave way to
a small smile, suprising the senshi, Wufei, Duo, and Quatre. Heero and Trowa merely smirked. The Latin pilot walked further
into the room, putting his hand on Chibiusa's shoulder. Chibiusa looked into Trowa's eyes, not knowing that he was her
future father. "Trowa-san?"
"Yo, kid, you okay?" Duo's voice entered the quiet conversation.
"What happened to me?" Chibiusa asked in a weak voice. "I look different. And..and..I feel different too.." Her weak voice
worried everyone. It wasn't like her to be so quiet. She would usually be jumping around and asking for hot chocolate
right about now.
"Chibiusa-chan, do you remember anything happening last night?" Makoto asked gently. Chibiusa merely shook her head. Dederi
stiffened in response, and for some reason Trowa felt an ache of resentment and sadness coming from his lover. Trowa's
eyebrows furrowed. Something was definitely different. Dederi picked Chibiusa up and settled her into the crook of her
right arm. Chibiusa gripped Dederi's pale neck, though not enough to suffocate her. Dederi used her other hand to
stroke Chibiusa's hair at an attempt to stop her shivering.
Dederi comfortingly whispered into her future daughter's ear, "It is all right, Chibiusa. Everyone's here. We won't let
anything happen to you. Nothing is wrong now." She continued to stroke the young female's hair, feeling Chibiusa's
tension dissapate. Chibiusa's face gave way to a small smile, a rush of emotion flooding her emerald eyes. The little
girl hugged Dederi.
"Arigato, Dede-chan.."
The pale teenager stared at the young girl in suprise. "Er...let's...get you some hot chocolate, ne?" Dederi inwardly
sighed. [So much energy, too many mood changes. Shimatta, what've I gotten myself into?] Chibiusa fervently nodded her
head.
"Hai hai hai hai!"
And with that, Dederi and Chibiusa filed out of the bedroom, leaving the rest in a confused, staring mess. Trowa had
to smile. [She is openly displaying her emotions. I wonder what caused her to display them.] (AN: Trowa is silly..lol go
on..ignore my senseless ramble.)
Yasuo tapped the mahogany counter with his fingers, patiently waiting for the return of the large group of people that he
did not know of. "Ibaren, how long does it take for Kuroi to get to the kitchen?" Ibaren didn't do anything, except
shrugg, at his friend's impatient question. Nova was inspecting the rest of the decorations; Hakai was taking out the
chocolate fudge cookies from the steaming oven. She hummed softly to herself a certain song which she kept dearly within
her emotionally callous heart.
Damp tears course down my cheeks
Flowing through me without my own callous redemption
It is you the cause of my desperation
You do not understand the path I take
The emotions which will not surface once again
Facadous smiles thrown away to the path of hypocrisy
Yasuo turned to her as the sound of the enigmatic melody made its way into his ears. He chuckled at her. "I take it you
still remember Dregaki?" Hakai slapped her forehead exasperatedly.
"Anata baka, of course I do." The sorceress answered, a tint of aggravation in her voice. "How couldn't I? You and your
little band played at every underground club in Tokyo." She then used her fingers to show quotation marks and quoted
her next piece of dialogue in a deep voice. "Dregaki is the number one underground Jrock group in Tokyo. Led by the
handsome Yasuo Hirotoshi, Dregaki is certain to take the dark-music world by STORM."
"Ha ha ha. Very funny." Yasuo replied sarcastically. "When is that dark-haired woman coming down? You know I have other
pressing matters to attend to."
Ibaren's eyebrows raised. "Oh? Do you mean the youkai hunting or the endless throng of fan clubs which tend to your every
whim?" Yasuo glared at the magi, who merely smirked and took the pot off the stove. The pot was filled with a delicious
concoction of tomato soup, thick and rich with flavor and seasonal herbs. Sure, semi-hot fudge cake and tomato soup
in the morning wasn't necessarily a good combination, but the others will deal with it. He poured the hot contents of
the pot into a black-tinted glass soup bowl, which sat next to the large thermos of hot chocolate and bowl of citrus
lemon punch.
At this moment, Dederi pushed the kitchen doors open. She calmly walked in, not noticing the platinum-haired visitor
from her home dimension staring suprisedly at her. Dederi looked at Chibiusa, who stood close to her right leg, and
smiled softly. Ibaren laughed at Dederi's ignorance of Yasuo, causing Nova to giggle and Hakai to smirk. The dark-haired
assassin turned to look at Ibaren and the two girls, a look of confusion in her blackened eyes. It was at that moment
that she noticed the platinum blue-haired Jrocker.
"..." Dederi merely stared at him, the latter's face breaking into a soft grin. Yasuo casually put his hands into his
pockets.
"Nice to see you too, karasu." Yasuo greeted, his cocky debonair smile showing itself. Chibiusa, who still stood beside
the black-haired young woman, stared at the tall, smiling man with confusion. She didn't understand why Dederi stood
still, her breath caught in her pale throat. The young man walked over to Dederi and slung his arm around her. "You miss
me?"
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AN: blah blah blah blah blaaahhh...
Email: injusticepilot05@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...) BTW, HAKAI BELONGS TO DIANE, MY TALENTED COUSIN.
If you want to read Diane's fics, her pen name on ff.net is SNAPdragon! All other villains are mine as well..yes, it is
a lot of characters. DEAL WITH IT. The other enemies are mine.
AN: GOD WHY DO YOU PEOPLE NOT READ THIS FIC?? [For those of you who have enjoyed this fic this far, feel free to ignore
this] IS IT TOO STUPID FOR YOU?!?! IS IT TOO CENTERED ON MY ORIGINAL CHARACTER!??!?!? WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH
MY FIC?!?!? [ahem] Anyway, this chapter will mostly deal with a brief birthday party, more Relena bashing, a suprise
that everyone will not believe... [darts eyes] Go on with the fic before I take out my Spatula of Justice and
am chased by Usagi and Relena fans. [blows raspberry at the Usagi and Relena fans while they throw large, gargantuan
objects at her] YOU CAN'T GET ME! NYAAA! FLAMES WILL BE TOLERATED WITH EASE! MARSHMELLOWS! MAARSHMELLOWS!!!!
I would like to thank snapDRAGON, Shakunetsu Blade, and KC-RYN for staying with me and supporting this fic. You guys
kick royal arse! ^___^ Also, as another thing..WHO IS "nameless and faceless"? He/She reviewed my fic, and I so humbly
thank them for it, but..who is he/she? I think I know him/her [scary]. I would also like to thank EVERYONE ELSE who
reviewed. Please continue to read this fic! Reviews are the only things that are getting me through the first three
weeks of freshman year...:( Catholic high school is murder, I tell you!!! MUURDER!!!
I scared these jocks in my science class, tho, which was fun. I kept saying "stupid mortals. you cannot comprehend
beyond the veil of eternity" which kept popping into my head..and they were thinking i was gonna stab them..
muahahahaha..okay i'm done..
(Note: #...# = Memories or Visions;Dream Sequence)
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Lunar Succession
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Chapter 14-Brief Reunion: An Awaiting Catalyst
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The steel corridors held within themselves; silence. Despite the increasing commotion from the above grounds, mobil suits
launching into the skies, trained mercenaric soldiers recieving strict orders and what not, the corridors deep underground
held a solemn ill-felt reverence about its eerie disposition. The only sound within the metallic halls were light,
boot-oriented steps from a certain demon. He made his way silently to the futuristic 'throne' room, a stoic and glaring
expression on his crimson red face. He was in his first demon form now, basking in the utter silence of the corridor
as he walked. His hair had remained in its black, braided fashion, but his skin was now a soft crimson red color, and his
eyes were not icy blue, but instead faintly glowed of dark blue and bright green. He was now in his mercenary rogue
robes, consisting of dark red breeches and black combat boots with buckles and locks made from Demovalra. He also donned
a black vest-shirt, covered by a dark red and gold breastplate. He was overrall covered by his usual ankle-length midnight
black hooded cloak, although the hood remained down, showing his stoic, handsome face. He reached the steel double doors,
a sort of pedestal at its right.
The pedestal was rather plain, made from black and grey Demovalra, standing vertically at about one yard and six inches
wide. Yukio briskly walked over to the front of the pedestal. He stared at its top for a moment, seeing a small black
slit in the center with eight crimson buttons above it. He quietly placed his hand above the slit, his middle finger
facing downward upon it. Suddenly, his hand tightened into a fist as the top of his wrist opened a small slit of its own.
Yukio's face remained nonchalant and monotone as a small black blade came out of the slit. He had taken out his main source
for blood, also known to himself as his emergency defense weapon, in case his Chinese Scimitar was taken out of his grasp.
He slid the black dagger into the small, yet deep, slit on the pedestal. Yukio groaned painfully as a portion of his black
and crimson blood was violently sucked out of his body. It seemed forever for him, his life force being excreted from him,
in exchange for his superior's attention and presence. [Damn him. I swear, Kuro-chan. I'll see this thing through. Then we
shall be together until the end of inevitable eternity and darkness.] He sharply pulled himself out of his thoughts as the
blade slid back into his arm. Yukio had passed on his blood. It was the key to Youhko's destruction, that Yukio knew. The
question was: Did Dederi know it?
Yukio turned towards the steel doors, the two rumbling and groaning as they slid to their adjacent holes embedded into the
steel walls. He stared monotonously as he walked through them, the chamber guards bowing slightly at his entrance. Yukio
ignored the red chimeras' respectful bows and continued to walk past them, looking from the corner of his eye at the walls
of the throne room. The walls were not of steel or Gundanium, but were merely, to lightly put it, alive. They were tainted
a deep, bloody crimson, writhing and pulsating red veins on them as if the walls themselves were flesh. The veins were
alive, using the blood of the slaughtered innocents and sacrificial beings to live on with the demons and undead. The
pedestals near the walls held the same slits as the entrance pedestal did. [Doors to the deeper levels of hell.] He
reminded himself of the inevitable screams from the other sides of the doors. They were so..."Horrid."
"Come, rogue mercenary." A deep, stoic voice interrupted his thoughts. Yukio walked to the front of the crimson room,
a large gothic, Demovalran balcony above him. A small set of stairs twisted to the high balcony on the right of Yukio,
but he knew not to dare the higher demon and climb them. The balcony looked dark and brooding, stone-carved vein-like
designs covering the railings and posts. The voice came from above the balcony, continuing its commands. "Tomi, Yukio."
Yukio bowed down respectively on one knee, his right fist propping against the floor while his left hand on top of his
left knee. "Yes, lord." He answered, a tinge of anger in his voice.
"Why hast thee disobeyed my orders?" The voice asked. "Your emotions are in the way of our advance. Surely your feelings for
the Dark Incarnate have passed since the beginning of the second war!" Yukio winced at Youhko's exclamation. Suddenly,
the emperor's aura of anger and malice seemed to dissapate, calming down softly. "Emotions, my dear mercenary, are signs
of weakness. Only the strong live and die without love or other human emotions. You will live this, Yukio." Yukio nodded,
still bowing. He hid his increasing scowl from the powerful demon emperor, his bright green and blue eyes closed off from
the visible world. Youhko continued unrelentlessly. "You are to be given a new mission, rogue mercenary. Find the
Dark Incarnate once more. Make sure she, nor the magi or sorceress, does not make a dimensional portal. We must take care
not to get more enemies, even with our limitless energy. This blood will fuel our battalions' bloodlust until we are fully
aware of our final plans. Your future actions will not be taken lightly."
A wave of dark energy flooded onto Yukio, piercing him with both, pain and increased strength. It was too much energy for
him to bear, but, as the ways of a demon were, did not show weakness nor pain to an attack. They were not to give up on
any battle, unless said otherwise. Yukio felt his emperor's mirthful aura. Youhko was enjoying his pain. Yukio shut his
eyes even tighter, attempting to ignore the increased pain the energy was giving him. Too much energy was not good for
anyone. All fighters knew that, as did Yukio. He felt his crimson flesh begin to boil, his body temperature rising sharply,
causing Yukio to wince and grit his teeth. [I will not show weakness in front of him..] Yukio thought decisively as his
superior ceased his 'disciplinary action'. He took this time to open his eyes, wiping the free-flowing blood which fell
from his right eye. He had cuts and bruises all over his arms and back, the deathly cold chilling his body as he resisted
the urge to fall over and die. Death was not an option.
"Leave my sight for now."
With that, the demon mercenary vanished in a flash of icy blue light, a trail of malicious emotions following him.
The sun shined softly through Trowa's white silk curtains, which hung placidly in front of the white lattice, balcony doors.
It was now about nine AM, approximately ten hours after the Peacecraft Square incident. Almost everyone remained sound
asleep, for the aftermath of Inabikari's assault had weakened them, spiritually and physically. Not to mention that it
was almost too much to bear for those who did not weild spiritual powers. For most of them, daylight came too soon.
Trowa opened his emerald-tinted eyes blinked lazily as he woke from his well-rested slumber. He raised his right arm and
put his hand to his eyes, yawning comfortably. Trowa rubbed his eyes, trying to get them to focus accurately. The sunlight
wasn't too bright, only a haze of gold and white light, so it didn't hurt his eyes as he opened them fully. He felt
something soft next to his left arm. Trowa looked over and found tresses of raven hair on it, leading to his lover, who
was sleeping comfortably directly below it. The Latin pilot slowly propped himself up on his left elbow and reached over
with his right to stroke her pale cheek. The morning haze-like glow illuminated her skin, making it seem like she was
glowing, as if stars from the heavens had embedded themselves into her skin, melding together to form that glow that Trowa
saw before him. He smiled slightly as he saw her deep, entrancing eyes open to face him. She smiled lazily, curling up
against his warm chest, feeling an emotion that she had, before, only caught glimpses of. The Latin pilot bent down and
gave the girl a light, feathered kiss on the cheek, before hugging her close, possessively and protectively.
Dederi remained within his embrace, comforted and warmed by the feeling within her heart. She looked up at his face, which
showed a rather pleasant smile. "You seem awake." She said cockily. Trowa merely laughed and kissed her on the lips,
silencing her for a single moment. They parted slowly. After looking at her once more, Trowa sat up from his propped
position and stretched. Dederi sat up as well, turning to the right side of the bed. She slipped on her white camisole
which had been tossed to the ground the next before, along with her oversized dark flannel shirt, closing it over her
pale body. Trowa had already slipped on his black and red striped pants and was putting on his white shirt, leaving it
unbuttoned. He looked towards the young woman behind him, after making sure of his decency, and found her eyes glittering
with contemplation and wonder.
[The dream..] Dederi shook her head. [No, it wasn't a dream..vision..omen..Chibiusa..Serenity..damn her. Why did she choose
me..why do I not kill the girl..assimilated with her soul..] "Damn you, Sere-baka."
"Dede-chan?" A male voice asked behind her, waking her from her acursed thoughts. Dederi turned to her lover, who seemed
to be in a state of confusion and worry. "What's wrong?"
Dederi gave way to a small smile and reached over to wrap her arms around his shoulders, resting her pale chin against
his neck. Trowa still continued to gaze at her in a confused way, although wrapped his own arms around her and lying back
onto the bed. She laid on top of him, still hugging him closely. Dederi answered, "Nothing, Trowa. You're here, aren't you?"
That answer caused Trowa to stare back in suprise. Dederi, taking this spare chance, kissed him fully on the lips. She then
rolled off him and stood up. Dederi smirked at her lover's reaction. *~I'm going to take a bath.~* And with that, she left
him, still lying on his bed.
The raven-haired warrior reached Trowa's bathroom a few seconds later, closing the door softly. The mirror on the medicine
cabinet was bordered by green and light yellow ivy, which originated from two vases on both sides of the low, adobe-colored
sink. The handles and knobs were made from light cherrywood. Adobe tiles lined the medium-sized bathroom floor in
intricate designs, the center of the room brandishing a rose-colored carnation made from darkened pine. Spanish-oriented
mats lined the sides of the bathtub and shower, sewn with streams of dark reds, browns, and oranges. From the ceiling
hung a light artificial ivory sconce, or rather, four or five of them. The bathtubs and showers were sort of painted in
marigold and butter tints, shining faintly from the light of the ivory sconces. Dederi stopped in front of the ivy-strewn
mirror, taking in her appearance in a single glance. She stepped closer to the glass, then bending down towards the
bowl of the sink, her hands bracing the sides of it. [Damn you.] One of her hands unconsciously reached over and touched
her abdomen. She had felt the change in her metabolism and bodily substances the moment she had woken up. [It is true,
then. I am to bear the soul of a child.] She gripped the sink harder. [Damn you Serenity. Even if the reasons had been
given, couldn't it not have been another? One of your senshi would have been better than me. I am not fit to bear a
daughter.] She sighed, seeing that cursing the dead was neither, respectful nor helpful. Talking to herself would not
help, either. Throwing her clothes onto the nearby coat hanger, she turned on the bathtub faucet, feeling the caress of
hot water touch her skin. [How weak I have grown.]
Ibaren felt a shock go down his spine, breaking his concentration on the enchantment which laid before him. Something
was wrong, that he knew. He concentrated harder on breaking the barrier to the other dimension. [I hope he is ready. Hakai
is growing impatient, as is Seito. Kuroi has a troubled soul. I only hope that they will cheer us from this momentary
despair that we have all been caught in, as I also hope that I am doing the right thing.] The young-looking magi
held his attention once again to the incantation which would inevitably break the barrier and fulfill the requirements
of the enchantment. He felt energy pouring from the courtyard cobblestones, directly outside of the bustling kitchen.
*~It's ready.~*
Hakai laughed as she looked out the window, answering Ibaren's telepathy with a nod. She held the half finished cake
in her hands, scented of ripe strawberries and fudge. The large baked good was made basically of fudge and milk chocolate,
supported in two thick layers. The perimeter of the chocolate cake was covered in light, fluffy strawberry icing, as well
as hot fudge, in a zigzag and ruffle design. The top of the cake was coated with a thin layer of the same strawberry icing,
the words 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY KURO-CHAN!" in hot fudge syrup. Around the top of the cake was upturned, whole red strawberries,
topped with dots of whipped cream and more hot fudge. It was definitely a delicious sight to see. (AN: And guess what! I'm
going to attempt to make that sort of cake in Home Economics! DROOL READERS! DROOOOOL!)
Nova was busy with wrapping Dederi's present, fiddling expertly with the white ribbon which was to tie the small present,
along with the crimson wrapping paper. The box containing the gift itself was black with red stripes. After tying the final
knot, the present was finished. The halfling set her present next to the black paper plates and glasses. She wondered what
they had decided to give her, but had restrained herself from secretly opening the presents herself. "Hakai-chan, I finished
wrapping."
"You do realize that you didn't need to find her that bracelet. The portal and our visitors will provide enough excitement."
Hakai smirked at her, setting the cake down next to Nova's present. Nova did nothing but shrugg and answer,
"I just wanted to."
Hakai chuckled, bringing up her hand to pull back the black wisp of hair which covered part of her eyes. She wore a
shoulder-baring black turtleneck, which showed her creamy peach skin, as well as a silver celtic cross necklace and
lilac cargo pants. The sorceress also wore black, steel-toed, ankle boots and crimson biker gloves, her hair in its usual
large odango with gold hair beads holding it in place. As mentioned before, wisps of hair framed her face. Nova was adorned
in orange jeans and a thick-strapped black tanktop with metal studs, along with white track shoes. Her hair was up in a
ponytail, the ends of her highlighted hair seeming spiky. "You seem more attached to Kuroi than you had 4 years ago."
Nova smiled. "I used to think she was a heartless reincarnation of the dragon who was and is derived from evil itself, but
I suppose somewhere along the line I was proved wrong. She really isn't as bad or stubborn as she acts to everyone, that I
am undoubtedly sure of. And I want to thank her for being a good friend," she then laughed, "and for saving my life more
than once." Hakai laughed along with her.
"She may be all of those things, Seito-chan, but she is more than a little stubborn." Out of no where, a pair of lightly
tanned arms encircled Hakai, bringing her into a warm and cheerful hug. Hakai briefly wondered who the arms were attached
to, but shook her head the instant she recognized the person's aura. She groaned at Ibaren's bad judgement.
"You know doesn't bode well with Kuroi to talk behind her back." The masculine voice chided. Hakai rolled her eyes and
pushed the young man off her, scowling at the grin he beared.
"Bakarayo." She turned quickly towards Ibaren's entering form, resisting the urge to rush up to him and choke the living
out of the magi. "You just HAD to bring HIM, didn't you?" The young man faked a sad expression.
"Nice to see you too."
"Damare, Yasuo-baka." Hakai retorted gruffily. The young man, presumed to be Yasuo, was rather well-built
and tall, with mildly tanned skin. His deep violet eyes, held small, miniscule stripes of gold, giving off an etherial,
bold emotion within them. He had wispy, soft, platinum snow-blue hair, covering a very small part of his eyes. This young
man was rather stoic in appearance, give or take his slight cockiness and flirtatious flair. Wearing a black striped
t-shirt, a baggy, dark red long sleeved flannel [unbuttoned] shirt, and navy blue cargo pants with black sneakers, he
came off as a strange-looking handsome eighteen-year old. "You're too cocky, as always. Wasn't Jikana supposed to come
instead of you?"
"Ah, yes indeed, my strange female companion." Yasuo Hirotoshi answered in his light, yet deep, voice. "But, you see, the
blue-haired Chronos Incarnate had to attend to other matters. In other words, youkai hunting. I assure you that everything's
fine, and," He swiftly pulled out a small white and black box from his cargo pocket, "We have all pitched in to give
our brooding friend a token of our affections." (AN: Ah, so eloquently he speaks..[drool] I love my characters..lol)
He was then cut off by a bear-crushing hug by a certain half-youkai.
"Yasuo-chan!" Nova chuckled, not noticing that his back had cracked considerably since he had been glomped.
Yasuo coughed as he fell backwards onto the ground. "Ack! heh..good to see you too, Seito-chan.." Nova laughed nervously
as she got off him. She stood up, dusting off her orange jeans. Yasuo laughed deeply as he got up, with the help of
Ibaren, and handed the small box to the scowling sorceress. "Now, praytell, what are you scowling at?" Hakai looked at
him and blinked. Yasuo looked at Hakai strangely. "You all right?"
Hakai briskly nodded her head. She heard a slight patter of steps from overhead. The sorceress smiled and busied herself
with the rest of the decorations of the large mahogany kitchen. There were streamers of gold and silk red, the morning
sunlight emitting from the courtyard adding luminescence and a soft feel to the room. The cake was ready, a video camera
was hidden above the overhead pots, and paper plates and cups were stacked neatly nearby. Everything was perfect.
[Well, perfect considering we spent half the night cooking and decorating.] She let a yawn escape her, but refused to
let the feeling of tiredness and fatigue come over her.
Minako, Rei, Makoto, Ami, and Hotaru tiredly walked into the kitchen just then. They stopped abruptly as they looked
at the colored decorations which draped around the room. It was rather morbid, in their eyes, anyway, although in some
sentiment a reflection of their 'leader's' true self. They didn't know anything about Dederi, and they DEFINITELY did
not know of her birth date. They merely stood there, clad in their respectively colored matching pajamas of marigold,
scarlet, emerald, sapphire, and velvet.
Makoto was the first one to speak up after the confusion of silence. "Saku-san, what are the decorations for?" Hakai
merely brushed her off, ignoring her presence. She busied herself with making sure the fluffy, fudge-covered cake was
within proper proportions, also ignoring Minako's hungry carnal stare at the delicious pastry. Makoto, slightly miffed,
turned to Ibaren, who was leaning against the doorway leading to the cobblestone courtyard. "Ibaren-kun?"
"Well, if you must know-" Ibaren began, but was distinctly cut off by a certain visitor who had many a glint in his eyes.
"Ibaren-kun, you didn't tell me about taking in hospitality with these four lovely ladies." Yasuo walked over, looking
at them kindly, yet mischieviously in a way. "You sly devil." Ibaren had to smirk, as if preparing to laugh at his
reaction when Yasuo finds that there were more than just four girls in the estate. Oh, how his eyes will pop out.
At this moment, Heero, Wufei, Duo, and Quatre arrived into the vicinity of the mahogany kitchen, also stopping to look at
the decorations (or in Duo's point of view, the cake..^^;). Quatre looked on as Duo was repeatedly swatted from the cake
by Nova. Wufei and Heero merely stood around the kitchen, contemplating the situation with a vague idea of what was
commencing. It was at that point that Heero noticed the words on the cake, prussian blue orbs widening considerably at
the sight. Makoto and the girls held back from giggling and Duo was doing a rather identical expression of that of a
deer in front of an oncoming bus. Quatre and Wufei leaned over and looked at the cake as well, their eyes doing the
same expressions as Duo's.
Yasuo merely stared at the nine teenagers, confused as ever. Turning to the beautiful half-youkai, he asked exactly how
many people lived in this vast mansion. Nova grinned.
"Excluding Ibaren, Kuroi, Nova, and me...five young men and nine young women." Nova laughed openly as Yasuo did a
remarkable expression of a fish out of water. In other words, he was unable to close his mouth. Hakai covered her mouth
in the futile attempt to stop her oncoming laughter while Ibaren merely smirked at his human comrad's flabberghasted
expression. Yasuo, however, shook his head a few moment later as he heard a shriek.
"Chibiusa-chan!" Hotaru exclaimed, hurriedly rushing out of the kitchen, the mahogany doors swaying madly behind her.
Everyone else, save the strange visitor and the three otherworldly warriors, followed suit. Yasuo blinked, turning to
Ibaren who rolled his eyes at the now gone senshi. The magi calmly leaned on the central mahogany counter of the kitchen.
"I take it you are confused?" Ibaren smirked.
Yasuo nodded. "Yes. Very much so."
Dederi tightened the fluffy white bathrobe as she finished putting it on, the soft cloth hugging the curves of her pale
body like a fluffy second skin. Her raven tresses were dry, with the help of a blow drier which was now conveniently
hung next to the ivy-framed medicine cabinet. The young assassin sighed despairingly, wishing for a solution for her
overdramatic problem. Dederi stiffened slightly as a pair of tanned arms enveloped her into a soft, comforting hug. She
relaxed a few seconds later as she realized that it was only her lover. She leaned onto his well-built chest, the enchanting
smell of sage and clover making its way into her lungs.
"I take it you have finished your bath?" Trowa whispered seductively into her ear, tickling her. Dederi chuckled and turned
to gaze at him, wrapping her arms around his waist in the process. The Heavyarms Gundam pilot wore his black and red
pinstripe pants along with his white long-sleeved shirt with dogtag necklace. (AN: unbuttoned, of course. [bats
away Trowa Barton fans] BACK! BACK! HE'S MINE I TELL YOU! MINE!) He had a rather strange, satisfied grin on his face.
Dederi simply kissed his cheek.
"What do you think?"
Trowa smirked at the girl's retort, bringing his face downward. He nuzzled her neck affectionately, Dederi melting from
his touch. Alas, this tender moment wasn't meant to last...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"
Dederi and Trowa opened their eyes simulataneously and stared. They broke off from their close embrace and headed off,
towards a certain Lunarian heir's room. The female warrior ran ahead of Trowa, down the bedroom corridor. She found
her future daughter's bedroom door ajar, the brass handle nervously held by a shocked Hotaru. Dederi growled at the younger
gothic senshi, a spark of anger flashing from her eyes. "What happened?"
Hotaru did nothing but stare at the little girl before her, distinctly ignoring Dederi's angry interrogation. Dederi
forcefully shoved Hotaru into the room, causing Minako and Makoto to look back in response. The Gundam pilots were on the
other side of the room, staring at Chibiusa with confused eyes. Quatre was desperately trying to comfort the slightly
crazed Lunarian, but to no avail. Trowa entered soon after, his emerald eyes widening considerably as another pair of
green eyes stared back at him. Dederi inwardly gasped at her future daughter's complextion.
A small girl stood in front of her, completely confused and slowly becoming mad. Her skin had gotten slightly darker,
although still kept that light, crisp shade of peach. Chibiusa's hair remained at the same length, although it shined of
black and chocolate, no longer sugar pink. The young Lunarian's eyes had also changed as well: they were still large
and innocent looking, but no longer tinted red. The softly-colored orbs were shaded a deep, forest green, much like her
future father's, though no one knew of that fact. Dederi's maternal instincts reluctantly surfaced from the shadows of her
heart, taking over her mind. The assassin shoved past the rest of the senshi and pilots, her white robe flailing at her
swift movements. She sat down on Chibiusa's bed, the dark red sheets wrinkling at the sudden pressure. (AN: Ok, so it used
to be Dederi's room..oh well!)
Dederi put her two fingers to Chibiusa's neck, feeling her pulse. [Temperature's risen, pulse seems normal, though.
Strange...is this the change that Sere-baka told me of?] "Chibiusa.." Dederi whispered her name, tilting her face downward
to look at Chibiusa's confused and scared expression. "Chibiusa, daijobu ka?" The small girl merely stared back, obviously
in shock. Dederi instantly stiffened. Her future child's behavior certainly disturbed her calm disposition. It worried
her to no end. Dederi grasped Chibiusa's shoulders. "Chibiusa.."
Chibiusa blinked, her emerald orbs wavering slightly. Finally, she gave a response. "De..Dederi-chan?" Dederi gave way to
a small smile, suprising the senshi, Wufei, Duo, and Quatre. Heero and Trowa merely smirked. The Latin pilot walked further
into the room, putting his hand on Chibiusa's shoulder. Chibiusa looked into Trowa's eyes, not knowing that he was her
future father. "Trowa-san?"
"Yo, kid, you okay?" Duo's voice entered the quiet conversation.
"What happened to me?" Chibiusa asked in a weak voice. "I look different. And..and..I feel different too.." Her weak voice
worried everyone. It wasn't like her to be so quiet. She would usually be jumping around and asking for hot chocolate
right about now.
"Chibiusa-chan, do you remember anything happening last night?" Makoto asked gently. Chibiusa merely shook her head. Dederi
stiffened in response, and for some reason Trowa felt an ache of resentment and sadness coming from his lover. Trowa's
eyebrows furrowed. Something was definitely different. Dederi picked Chibiusa up and settled her into the crook of her
right arm. Chibiusa gripped Dederi's pale neck, though not enough to suffocate her. Dederi used her other hand to
stroke Chibiusa's hair at an attempt to stop her shivering.
Dederi comfortingly whispered into her future daughter's ear, "It is all right, Chibiusa. Everyone's here. We won't let
anything happen to you. Nothing is wrong now." She continued to stroke the young female's hair, feeling Chibiusa's
tension dissapate. Chibiusa's face gave way to a small smile, a rush of emotion flooding her emerald eyes. The little
girl hugged Dederi.
"Arigato, Dede-chan.."
The pale teenager stared at the young girl in suprise. "Er...let's...get you some hot chocolate, ne?" Dederi inwardly
sighed. [So much energy, too many mood changes. Shimatta, what've I gotten myself into?] Chibiusa fervently nodded her
head.
"Hai hai hai hai!"
And with that, Dederi and Chibiusa filed out of the bedroom, leaving the rest in a confused, staring mess. Trowa had
to smile. [She is openly displaying her emotions. I wonder what caused her to display them.] (AN: Trowa is silly..lol go
on..ignore my senseless ramble.)
Yasuo tapped the mahogany counter with his fingers, patiently waiting for the return of the large group of people that he
did not know of. "Ibaren, how long does it take for Kuroi to get to the kitchen?" Ibaren didn't do anything, except
shrugg, at his friend's impatient question. Nova was inspecting the rest of the decorations; Hakai was taking out the
chocolate fudge cookies from the steaming oven. She hummed softly to herself a certain song which she kept dearly within
her emotionally callous heart.
Damp tears course down my cheeks
Flowing through me without my own callous redemption
It is you the cause of my desperation
You do not understand the path I take
The emotions which will not surface once again
Facadous smiles thrown away to the path of hypocrisy
Yasuo turned to her as the sound of the enigmatic melody made its way into his ears. He chuckled at her. "I take it you
still remember Dregaki?" Hakai slapped her forehead exasperatedly.
"Anata baka, of course I do." The sorceress answered, a tint of aggravation in her voice. "How couldn't I? You and your
little band played at every underground club in Tokyo." She then used her fingers to show quotation marks and quoted
her next piece of dialogue in a deep voice. "Dregaki is the number one underground Jrock group in Tokyo. Led by the
handsome Yasuo Hirotoshi, Dregaki is certain to take the dark-music world by STORM."
"Ha ha ha. Very funny." Yasuo replied sarcastically. "When is that dark-haired woman coming down? You know I have other
pressing matters to attend to."
Ibaren's eyebrows raised. "Oh? Do you mean the youkai hunting or the endless throng of fan clubs which tend to your every
whim?" Yasuo glared at the magi, who merely smirked and took the pot off the stove. The pot was filled with a delicious
concoction of tomato soup, thick and rich with flavor and seasonal herbs. Sure, semi-hot fudge cake and tomato soup
in the morning wasn't necessarily a good combination, but the others will deal with it. He poured the hot contents of
the pot into a black-tinted glass soup bowl, which sat next to the large thermos of hot chocolate and bowl of citrus
lemon punch.
At this moment, Dederi pushed the kitchen doors open. She calmly walked in, not noticing the platinum-haired visitor
from her home dimension staring suprisedly at her. Dederi looked at Chibiusa, who stood close to her right leg, and
smiled softly. Ibaren laughed at Dederi's ignorance of Yasuo, causing Nova to giggle and Hakai to smirk. The dark-haired
assassin turned to look at Ibaren and the two girls, a look of confusion in her blackened eyes. It was at that moment
that she noticed the platinum blue-haired Jrocker.
"..." Dederi merely stared at him, the latter's face breaking into a soft grin. Yasuo casually put his hands into his
pockets.
"Nice to see you too, karasu." Yasuo greeted, his cocky debonair smile showing itself. Chibiusa, who still stood beside
the black-haired young woman, stared at the tall, smiling man with confusion. She didn't understand why Dederi stood
still, her breath caught in her pale throat. The young man walked over to Dederi and slung his arm around her. "You miss
me?"
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