Sorry this new chapter took almost three months to get out ^_^; You'll
notice my pen name changed to Silent Screaming and that the rating on this
fic is now PG 13 so that I can freely curse without remorse ^.^; Thanks
sooooo much for all those wonderful reviews! If it weren't for those I'd
probably have stopped writing this fic a long time ago. Once again, Gomen
Nasai Minna!!
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It took a few minutes for Makoto to realize anything was amiss. The room she woke up in was just like her own, the bed just like her own and there was the picture of her and Freddie that she always kept on her vanity table that she would cry to whenever she felt the familiar loneliness that periodically sprouted within her. It looked like her room, her bed, her picture. . .but it wasn't, they weren't hers.
It could have all been a dream. . .the whole thing. . .the attacks and battles, Freddie's return. That would be nice. But it couldn't be, because there was the kiss. That was definitely real. So. . .where *was* she?!?
"Oh good. You're awake, Mako." The voice startled her so much that she almost fell out of the bed. Swiveling around, much to the protest of her aching body, she glared at Freddie, who stood in the doorway, a small secretive grin on his face.
"You!" Makoto hissed. "You kidnapped me! You bastard!"
He looked down at the carpet. "I'm sorry." He said sounding for all the world like a little boy who'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He looked up at her again his brown eyes filled with guilt. Whether it was sincere or not, Makoto couldn't tell. " I just needed to talk to you. Without those senshi around."
Makoto winced, realizing that she was no longer in her sailor fuku, but back in the still damp school uniform she had been wearing before her transformation.
"You better not have hurt them." She said angrily. It took all her strength not to jump up and tackle him right then. And she would have too if it weren't for the simple fact that despite her unusual strength she most likely couldn't over power him. Inwardly she felt more than a little vulnerable and that added to her frustration even more.
"I didn't. I was more concerned about making sure you were alright." He made it sound like he had done her a favor. "Are you okay?"
She ignored his question as she tried to stand, only to have her head start to swim and send her stumbling back down. Freddie dashed over and caught her before she hit the ground. "Why are you doing all this?" She asked him harshly.
"Because I don't want to see you hurt yourself."
"No!" She all but screamed. "Why are you attacking innocent people? Why are you attacking my friends."
He seemed surprised by this. "I never stopped loving you Makoto. But I had to let you go. Because it was destiny. Yours and mine."
Makoto shook her head. "But that doesn't explain-" She began only to be cut off by a finger being softly pressed to her lips.
"Please listen, Makoto. Let me finish." She nodded.
"I-I always knew you were Sailor Jupiter. Electricity runs through your veins. Even when you were younger you were different. Always fighting like a warrior. Always protecting others. I fell in love with that part of you. And I'm still in love with you. And when you loved me back, I thought life was perfect. I thought I had everything. But I was missing something."
"What?" Makoto couldn't help but ask.
"Power." He said that one word with such passion that it made Makoto shiver. "Power is the one thing I needed to make things right. Don't you see? Both of us are orphans Mako-chan. Both of us have had hard unfair lives. But with 'power' we could right all the wrongs that have been done to us."
She knew what was coming next. What 'power' he spoke of. Didn't it always lead to that?
"I need the Silver Imperium Crystal. We need it! Think how perfect things would be then! We could live happily then Mako-chan. . .you and me." His dark eyes glowed with vehemence.
Makoto sighed. She longed to be with Freddie but. . .wasn't that a little high a price to pay? To *steal* the Silver Imperium Crystal, the thing she had worked so hard to protect along side her fellow senshi all these years?
But the more Freddie spoke the more she thought about things. It really *wasn't* fair that all the others had had nice lives. They had grown up with their parents there, save for Rei of course. But at least she had a father, even if she claimed to hate him. And Rei had had her Grandfather and the temple and Ami her mother and her genius and Minako had her parents and her popularity and Usagi had *everything* so where was Makoto's bit of happiness? She was all alone and had no real talents and no real ambitions and no real hope for the future. Except for this. Except for her chance to be with her prince. She really didn't need power but it was the icing on the cake that made the whole deal just to sweet to give up.
"Will you help me, Makoto? Will you get me the Silver Imperium Crystal?" Freddie said, looking so cute with the pleading look on his face and his gorgeous big brown eyes. She could never say no before, and she didn't this time either.
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It took a few minutes for Makoto to realize anything was amiss. The room she woke up in was just like her own, the bed just like her own and there was the picture of her and Freddie that she always kept on her vanity table that she would cry to whenever she felt the familiar loneliness that periodically sprouted within her. It looked like her room, her bed, her picture. . .but it wasn't, they weren't hers.
It could have all been a dream. . .the whole thing. . .the attacks and battles, Freddie's return. That would be nice. But it couldn't be, because there was the kiss. That was definitely real. So. . .where *was* she?!?
"Oh good. You're awake, Mako." The voice startled her so much that she almost fell out of the bed. Swiveling around, much to the protest of her aching body, she glared at Freddie, who stood in the doorway, a small secretive grin on his face.
"You!" Makoto hissed. "You kidnapped me! You bastard!"
He looked down at the carpet. "I'm sorry." He said sounding for all the world like a little boy who'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He looked up at her again his brown eyes filled with guilt. Whether it was sincere or not, Makoto couldn't tell. " I just needed to talk to you. Without those senshi around."
Makoto winced, realizing that she was no longer in her sailor fuku, but back in the still damp school uniform she had been wearing before her transformation.
"You better not have hurt them." She said angrily. It took all her strength not to jump up and tackle him right then. And she would have too if it weren't for the simple fact that despite her unusual strength she most likely couldn't over power him. Inwardly she felt more than a little vulnerable and that added to her frustration even more.
"I didn't. I was more concerned about making sure you were alright." He made it sound like he had done her a favor. "Are you okay?"
She ignored his question as she tried to stand, only to have her head start to swim and send her stumbling back down. Freddie dashed over and caught her before she hit the ground. "Why are you doing all this?" She asked him harshly.
"Because I don't want to see you hurt yourself."
"No!" She all but screamed. "Why are you attacking innocent people? Why are you attacking my friends."
He seemed surprised by this. "I never stopped loving you Makoto. But I had to let you go. Because it was destiny. Yours and mine."
Makoto shook her head. "But that doesn't explain-" She began only to be cut off by a finger being softly pressed to her lips.
"Please listen, Makoto. Let me finish." She nodded.
"I-I always knew you were Sailor Jupiter. Electricity runs through your veins. Even when you were younger you were different. Always fighting like a warrior. Always protecting others. I fell in love with that part of you. And I'm still in love with you. And when you loved me back, I thought life was perfect. I thought I had everything. But I was missing something."
"What?" Makoto couldn't help but ask.
"Power." He said that one word with such passion that it made Makoto shiver. "Power is the one thing I needed to make things right. Don't you see? Both of us are orphans Mako-chan. Both of us have had hard unfair lives. But with 'power' we could right all the wrongs that have been done to us."
She knew what was coming next. What 'power' he spoke of. Didn't it always lead to that?
"I need the Silver Imperium Crystal. We need it! Think how perfect things would be then! We could live happily then Mako-chan. . .you and me." His dark eyes glowed with vehemence.
Makoto sighed. She longed to be with Freddie but. . .wasn't that a little high a price to pay? To *steal* the Silver Imperium Crystal, the thing she had worked so hard to protect along side her fellow senshi all these years?
But the more Freddie spoke the more she thought about things. It really *wasn't* fair that all the others had had nice lives. They had grown up with their parents there, save for Rei of course. But at least she had a father, even if she claimed to hate him. And Rei had had her Grandfather and the temple and Ami her mother and her genius and Minako had her parents and her popularity and Usagi had *everything* so where was Makoto's bit of happiness? She was all alone and had no real talents and no real ambitions and no real hope for the future. Except for this. Except for her chance to be with her prince. She really didn't need power but it was the icing on the cake that made the whole deal just to sweet to give up.
"Will you help me, Makoto? Will you get me the Silver Imperium Crystal?" Freddie said, looking so cute with the pleading look on his face and his gorgeous big brown eyes. She could never say no before, and she didn't this time either.