Well, I have been very busy with my life lately and I know I havent updated
in a very long time. So, I decided to give you two new chapters on this
story. I have the chapters done, unedited but done, up till chapter ten.
So I will try to edit them so that I can get the next three up. We'll just
have to see..... Enjoy!
The Living Dream
By: Rena Cresten
Chapter 7
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Sailor Moon, don't claim to. I don't own Crystal Tokyo, don't claim that either. But the story itself is mine. So please don't use it for anything without asking me first.
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She was an odd little girl. It seemed she was so much younger than I had first thought. But when I asked her age she said she was, oddly, ten years old. All I could think was the longer life spans must have continued through the generations.
Remembrance.
Did I know her? I held her hand a little tighter as she pulled me down the maze of darkening streets. People were dying on all sides of us, there was no food or clothing that was anything resembling healthy. There were children, elderly, and middle aged people strewn about in the havoc of grime.
The smell was horrible, turning my stomach this way and that. No one noticed us pass, dealing with their own little problems in their own little worlds. And each corner we turned seemed to get worse. When I thought I could take no more, she stopped me in front of a run down little shack.
I didn't want to be rude and just walk inside, so I stood just beyond the door as the little girl walked into the hut and called out softly. A man's voice replied and she shot back out of the door. I smiled at her and let her take hold of my hand again.
"Daddy, this is the lady that saved me."
I lifted my eyes from her to the door just in time to see midnight blue eyes and raven black hair emerge from the darkness.
He kissed me again. Holding me closer, against him with not an inch of space between us. His lips were so warm. His embrace warmer. I felt myself melt into him, wanting nothing more than to stay in this moment forever.
He leaned over to whisper in my ear, sweet words ringing true to my heart.
"Miss ..."
"Huh?"
"Miss ..."
I stirred slightly, waking from my dream with only the slightest start. Opening my eyes all I found was darkness and silhouettes.
"Miss ..."
I pushed myself up from what felt like a dirt floor and automatically hit my head on something hard. My hand flew to my head and I rubbed the slight bump that I found there. There was a dull throbbing from it, but I opened my eyes wide after blinking a few times.
When I had gotten use to the dark, I took a quick look around. The little girl was next to me, staring at me with those similar eyes. She almost said something, her mouth opened and a breath was drawn, but someone coughed behind her and she quieted and backed off slightly.
I tried to see further into the dark, toward the other figure in the room, but the dark was oppressive. Yet the voice was chilling. His voice. But it couldn't be him.
"Why did you come back now?" He seemed to be accusing me.
"What?!" I didn't understand what could make him so bitter towards someone he had never really met.
I am Queen.
That must be why. He's blaming me for trying to help the city now when I haven't for so long.
"I'm sorry. I should have ..."
"You shouldn't have come back. Ever. We don't need you. We've done everything without you, I've raised her this long without you, I don't need you now." He seemed to be getting even more angry.
What?
Raised her?
"I think you have the wrong person. I don't know you, so I couldn't have come back. And your acting like this little girl is mine, and I don't have children. So whoever you are, you had better rethink what you just said." It came out a little harsher than I had hoped, but it certainly hit him. I could feel the air in the room change.
A soft mumble was spoken to the little girl and she moved from my side, opening the rickety door to this shamble.
Light flooded into the tiny home. Though it wasn't much light, in fact if I hadn't gotten use to this black the outside would seem dark, but it illuminated a large patch in the center of the floor. Into this beam of light the man stepped and I almost blacked out again.
Darien?
"What the ...?" I pulled back away from him, terror taking hold. "You look just like ..."
He laughed then, laughed at me.
"I have been here, in this place, since you left us nine years ago." He seemed as though it was amusing that I was scared of him.
Wait.
Nine years?
"I was in the palace nine years ago. And twelve years ago. And one hundred years ago. I haven't had any children." I found myself wishing that I could run, wishing I could just get away from here, from him. He came closer to me and I cringed back, much the same as I had in the dream from the balcony. I felt the same fear.
No.
Not the same fear.
I watched as he crouched near me and smiled darkly. His eyes, the deepest of midnight blue, were now black. His skin white, like he hadn't seen the sun in years. He looked the part of a ghost.
"You can never escape what your fate will be. Lovers lost, families broken, the fall of an empire. Nothing can be held at bay, for your hand shall bring all prophecies to their climax. You and you alone. Remember that." With that he dispersed into dust.
The little girl screamed and ran from the door, letting it close behind her, and tried to call her father back. Her little tears hit the ground with amazing force. Her tiny sobs made my heart break all over again. But I was too afraid to move, to comfort her.
She will blame you.
I felt my heart sink even further at the thought of her hating me. But to my surprise, she flung herself into my arms instead.
"Mommy ..." She sobbed into my arms, and I found my fear draining into the back of my mind. My arms wrapped around her and pulled her closer, into my lap. I rocked her and whispered soothing words to her. She calmed down bit by bit, until I felt her relax so far that she fell asleep.
A few moments later I lifted her into my arms and took her out of the tiny shack and into the starry night. As soon as we were out of the tiny wooden structure it fell to the ground, dust filling the air for a moment until everything settled into a heap.
It was meant to be.
I wasn't the type to believe in fate, or destiny. Even after being destined to love Darien, I believed that it wasn't really destiny but love that ran things. Love that drove the future and past.
Now she needs love to live.
I smiled to myself and carried her back towards the Crystal Tower. I would raise her as my daughter, she already thought I was her mother. And that did look like Darien, so he could be the father. There would be a few hitches, but I would just have to work them out. Just have to deal with whatever I was faced with.
Now I had a kingdom to save, and a daughter to raise.
Life has certainly gotten more interesting.
The Living Dream
By: Rena Cresten
Chapter 7
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Sailor Moon, don't claim to. I don't own Crystal Tokyo, don't claim that either. But the story itself is mine. So please don't use it for anything without asking me first.
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She was an odd little girl. It seemed she was so much younger than I had first thought. But when I asked her age she said she was, oddly, ten years old. All I could think was the longer life spans must have continued through the generations.
Remembrance.
Did I know her? I held her hand a little tighter as she pulled me down the maze of darkening streets. People were dying on all sides of us, there was no food or clothing that was anything resembling healthy. There were children, elderly, and middle aged people strewn about in the havoc of grime.
The smell was horrible, turning my stomach this way and that. No one noticed us pass, dealing with their own little problems in their own little worlds. And each corner we turned seemed to get worse. When I thought I could take no more, she stopped me in front of a run down little shack.
I didn't want to be rude and just walk inside, so I stood just beyond the door as the little girl walked into the hut and called out softly. A man's voice replied and she shot back out of the door. I smiled at her and let her take hold of my hand again.
"Daddy, this is the lady that saved me."
I lifted my eyes from her to the door just in time to see midnight blue eyes and raven black hair emerge from the darkness.
He kissed me again. Holding me closer, against him with not an inch of space between us. His lips were so warm. His embrace warmer. I felt myself melt into him, wanting nothing more than to stay in this moment forever.
He leaned over to whisper in my ear, sweet words ringing true to my heart.
"Miss ..."
"Huh?"
"Miss ..."
I stirred slightly, waking from my dream with only the slightest start. Opening my eyes all I found was darkness and silhouettes.
"Miss ..."
I pushed myself up from what felt like a dirt floor and automatically hit my head on something hard. My hand flew to my head and I rubbed the slight bump that I found there. There was a dull throbbing from it, but I opened my eyes wide after blinking a few times.
When I had gotten use to the dark, I took a quick look around. The little girl was next to me, staring at me with those similar eyes. She almost said something, her mouth opened and a breath was drawn, but someone coughed behind her and she quieted and backed off slightly.
I tried to see further into the dark, toward the other figure in the room, but the dark was oppressive. Yet the voice was chilling. His voice. But it couldn't be him.
"Why did you come back now?" He seemed to be accusing me.
"What?!" I didn't understand what could make him so bitter towards someone he had never really met.
I am Queen.
That must be why. He's blaming me for trying to help the city now when I haven't for so long.
"I'm sorry. I should have ..."
"You shouldn't have come back. Ever. We don't need you. We've done everything without you, I've raised her this long without you, I don't need you now." He seemed to be getting even more angry.
What?
Raised her?
"I think you have the wrong person. I don't know you, so I couldn't have come back. And your acting like this little girl is mine, and I don't have children. So whoever you are, you had better rethink what you just said." It came out a little harsher than I had hoped, but it certainly hit him. I could feel the air in the room change.
A soft mumble was spoken to the little girl and she moved from my side, opening the rickety door to this shamble.
Light flooded into the tiny home. Though it wasn't much light, in fact if I hadn't gotten use to this black the outside would seem dark, but it illuminated a large patch in the center of the floor. Into this beam of light the man stepped and I almost blacked out again.
Darien?
"What the ...?" I pulled back away from him, terror taking hold. "You look just like ..."
He laughed then, laughed at me.
"I have been here, in this place, since you left us nine years ago." He seemed as though it was amusing that I was scared of him.
Wait.
Nine years?
"I was in the palace nine years ago. And twelve years ago. And one hundred years ago. I haven't had any children." I found myself wishing that I could run, wishing I could just get away from here, from him. He came closer to me and I cringed back, much the same as I had in the dream from the balcony. I felt the same fear.
No.
Not the same fear.
I watched as he crouched near me and smiled darkly. His eyes, the deepest of midnight blue, were now black. His skin white, like he hadn't seen the sun in years. He looked the part of a ghost.
"You can never escape what your fate will be. Lovers lost, families broken, the fall of an empire. Nothing can be held at bay, for your hand shall bring all prophecies to their climax. You and you alone. Remember that." With that he dispersed into dust.
The little girl screamed and ran from the door, letting it close behind her, and tried to call her father back. Her little tears hit the ground with amazing force. Her tiny sobs made my heart break all over again. But I was too afraid to move, to comfort her.
She will blame you.
I felt my heart sink even further at the thought of her hating me. But to my surprise, she flung herself into my arms instead.
"Mommy ..." She sobbed into my arms, and I found my fear draining into the back of my mind. My arms wrapped around her and pulled her closer, into my lap. I rocked her and whispered soothing words to her. She calmed down bit by bit, until I felt her relax so far that she fell asleep.
A few moments later I lifted her into my arms and took her out of the tiny shack and into the starry night. As soon as we were out of the tiny wooden structure it fell to the ground, dust filling the air for a moment until everything settled into a heap.
It was meant to be.
I wasn't the type to believe in fate, or destiny. Even after being destined to love Darien, I believed that it wasn't really destiny but love that ran things. Love that drove the future and past.
Now she needs love to live.
I smiled to myself and carried her back towards the Crystal Tower. I would raise her as my daughter, she already thought I was her mother. And that did look like Darien, so he could be the father. There would be a few hitches, but I would just have to work them out. Just have to deal with whatever I was faced with.
Now I had a kingdom to save, and a daughter to raise.
Life has certainly gotten more interesting.