MYECHTY
(Dreams)
The wind brings trouble.
I can smell it in the air, and on the water. Great trouble coming. I may not have been the best guardian, but never let it be said that my senses were not so keen as those after me.
Its everywhere here, both in our domain and yours. A feeling of doom and forebodance. The premonition of death. A scream in the night, and a blast of light.
What had happened? There was so much destruction that day, you who carries my blood. I see you on the battlefield, crying for the one thing you treasured most in life. And you know whose fault it was for all of this. Yours. What you you think happens when you put the power of the gods in your hands?
It's too late to turn back time now, though. Your son is gone. It will take something beyond your power to bring him back to you. You don't know it yet, but there are things I can see that you can't - your dreams showed you so little of what was to come.
So, sleep well tonight, descendant. Echidnapolis was just the first sip from your tangled cup of sorrow.
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"Anything yet?"
"No."
"Keep searching. There must be something."
"You search if you think you can do a better job," Mercury replied. "Until I have definite information to ascertain everything we're up against, you'll just have to wait.
Save for Mercury and Mars' bickering, Central Command was quiet. The crying of the soldiers at their failure to save their princess from the mysterious thief was long gone, and now, all they could do was sit and wait for Ami's assessment.
"Why are we waiting here?" Uranus finally spoke, and when she did her teeth were clenched together. "We should be following that rat to Vladivostok."
"Not until we can ascertain a complete connection with this guy and the agents." Neptune's hand went on Uranus' shoulder. "Remember. Anonymous."
"I don't care if he's anonymous." Uranus' face darkened. "I know his form. I can find him without worry of him being faceless even if he is nameless. At least I can if we stop delaying."
"Any luck?" Neptune turned to Mercury. "What are you doing now?"
"I'm hacking into the FBI database." Everyone's eyes widened. "A bit desperate, but certainly they must have something on this...."
Maercury's hands typed frantically for several minutes, as various pages popped onto the bright screen. Everyone watched intently, unsure of the probable success of the venture.
"Where's Mamoru?" Venus suddenly whispered into Mars' ear. "I'm really worried about him. He seemed completely zoned out."
"Jupiter, Pluto and Saturn took him back to his apartment to calm him down," Mars replied in a low voice. "Once we're finished with this, we'll pick him up. Then, to the airport."
"A-HA!"
Merciry gave a smile as a docket page suddenly popped up onto the screen. It took five minutes to load completely; when it did, everyone read what was on it:
FBI TOPIC FILE
Most Wanted Criminals
NAME: Unknown
CRIMINAL NAME: "Anonymous"
AGE: Mid to late thirties
WEIGHT: 190-220 lbs.
HEIGHT: At least 6'' tall
HAIR: Red
EYES: Blue
CLOTHING: Clothing of choice for operations are white kimono top, black undershirts, baggy khaki, hat, trenchcoat
COUNTRY OF ORIGIN: Unknown, but should be Russian for media outlet
WEAPON: Staff of unknown material with razor on end
CHARGE: Robbery of a national institution, breaking and entering, robbery, arson, murder, attempted murder, conspiracy, treason, espionage, hacking, terrorism, "alien" invasion, unspecifiable other threats to national security
Fugitive is Type-1 alien and Type 1 terrorist with 51 interest. Has a close unspecified connection to Russian mafia. Has interests in priceless jewelery and has successfully stolen the "Heart of Hestia" from the Mertopolitam Musuem of Art. More than likely close connection to P Emerald as specifed in File 478546384-R, political crime, "Papu Atrava" file. Subject seems rounded in martial arts, weapon expertise, espionage and spy technique. Likely El-Alamein refugee. Fluently speaks English, Japanese, Russian, German, Polish, French, Arabic, Chinese. May have expertise in other language area(s). May frequent Russia often in relation to connection to Atrave and P Emerald.
This is a Red-Alert-level subject for national security Consider him ARMED and EXTREMELY DANGEROUS.
"Add 'kidnapping' to the docket." Everyone stared. "Woah, this guy is some commodity...!"
"No ordinary thief, for certain." Neptune gave a smirk. "If he wasn't a hated enemy right now, I'd almost admire him. He should be looking into fighting for the right side with his talents."
"That is, if he knows the difference." Uranus stared at the docket.
"This whole thing is getting more and more confusing." Mercury rubbed her chin. "This guy looks like he's with the Russian mob..."
"He looks like, more than anything, a disgruntled employee." Mars looked at the other sailors. "I sense something about this guy.....something very violent from his past."
"Well, if its murder he's wanted for, let's not have the princess as his next victim."
Everyone looked at Venus at this. She started to sweat, and she gave a nervous chuckle.
"Well....who wants to call everyone to the airport?"
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The city of Vladivostok, famed port of eastern Russia, was still busy in the deepest darkness of the night. It was 2:30 in the morning; the rain had stopped, replaced by light snow. Cars still honked down on the lit streets, though they were far fewer in number than before. The city lights themselves seemed dim, made lower by the dense night fog that accompanied the change in weather.
Having pleasant dreams...?
Anonymous slowly entered the hotel room again, taking care not to slam the door. He was in human form again, though he had abandoned the white robe and trenchcoat, instead wearing a black turtleneck with his pants. Moving in stealth he put down the bag that he carried.
I wish you well on that, Usagi. With a sigh, he looked over at the bed, where Usagi lay sprawled out. At least you can sleep well in such times.
A slight snore came from the girl as she rolled over. Her hand flew at the end table, knocking several items onto the floor. Among them was her brooch, which landed with a clatter.
"Maaaaamochaaaaaaan...."
With several quiet movements, Anonymous quickly took up the brooch and other items which had dropped, placing them back on the table. The one thing he did not replace was the TV remote. Looking over quietly, he took up the bag again, bringing out a wrapped sandwich with a dark brown meat. He took a bit of it and switched the TV on.
"Lrodolzhyeneeye na noctorne mai slyedovane......" Anonymous' mind, always keen and fast, translated the news as soon as each syllable came from the reporter's mouth. ".....in St. Katharos and other cities across Russia, resistance grows as the people line the streets. The subject of protest - Papu Atrava, beloved to the communists, but hated by all who stand for more democratic candidates. Opposition grows in light of his refusal to disclose information about key military projects which may have included human experimentation. Kremlin officials are calling for...."
Human experimentation indeed. With a bitter glare, Anonymous turned away from the television. I would like to see their expressions if they ever found out the extent. They never will, though.....fools....
The man promptly inhaled the rest of his sandwich, throwing the remnants of paper away with a half-hearted flick of his hand. It had been a long day for him; after the nap he had, he could not get back to sleep. He rubbed his eyes, his glance resting onto the bed once more.
Then, for reasons he could not completely understand, he simply stared and sat as the girl slept. There was a rhythm to her body, a soft curve to her laying on the bed, that the thief could not help but ponder if, somehow, his own body was in harmony with hers in some fashion. Was there a magic that connected them? Surely, he knew there was; he had seen her face before, back in the time before this, when he was at his weakest and most helpless, at his most wretched.
"But how do I know now what you think is the right thing?!"
So it was that he watched her sleep, watching her perfect body move up and down like waves on the calm sea. And as he examined closer her body, Anonymous suddenly felt a pang of emotion rise up in him again - one of total lust and turn on. He was envisioning her naked - not hard to do, as he had seen her as such.
As soon as he did, he felt an incredible urge come to him, and he had to close his eyes as he felt his hands and his lower body parts tremble. He had captured her, she was his captive. She was his slave tonight. She was sleeping there, so what would it matter to feel her soft, warm body in his arms? The dark-haired boy, Mamoru, could not have been her first venture into love - and perhaps it wouldn't be her last. Besides which, Anonymous was no man; he belonged to another order, one that looked down on humans. What wrong was there to have his way with a lower specimen of thought, especially one as desirable as a princess?
Those eyes....th......those....oh my god her.......ni....n......NO. STOP IT.
He gave a pained groan as he shoved his more primitive inhibitions aside. She belongs to someone else, you stupid old fool! he violently chided himself. You get aroused over a little girl, you sick man.....who's the better one, churl?
He took deep, deep breaths, growling at himself for losing himself for the moment. But though he could stifle his body's desire, his mind still whirled. He realized his face was still beet red, he almost slobbered all over himself, and not only that, he had hardened. He buried his face in his hands, letting out an anguished moan.
What am I doing.....WHY do I feel this way about her....why I can't I just......touch her.....why am I......like this.....?
"....You."
She was dressed all in white, her blonde hair blowing in the wind. It was a clear night, and in this fantasy, he was there with Usagi.
"Go away." Usagi looked frightened, just as she had when she woke up to find out she was in Russia. "You're scaring me!"
"...No." He took several steps forward. He was dressed in his Anonymous garb, looking just as he did in real life. "I.....I have to show you something."
Soon, Usagi was practically pinned up to the wall. She was staring into his eyes, as he was mere inches away, and she looked more frightened than ever.
"G-go away!"
His hand touching hers sent a chill down her spine. She looked down at it, then at him, confused. Slowly, reluctantly, she accepted it, and was slowly brought over to him by the gentle force of his pull.
"I don't want to hurt you." His voice was low. "Thats the truth."
Her head rested on his chest, and she took several deep breaths, closing her eyes at this. He knew she felt something as well, something that connected them together. What it was, he didn't know.
"I...." His hand slowly, softly brushed over her cheek as an artist took his brush on his most cherished painting. "I just wanted you close like this....always.....I've never felt like this.....until you.....so complete."
She looked up at him, unable to reply. She stared up at his dark, silent face with those beautiful blue eyes. Even in the darkness, they looked as bright as the ocean on a clear summer day.
"But....why...?"
".....Your warmth."
His arms were then around her, as if trying to cloister the warmth of their bodies together, as if he wished to smother her so that all she felt was his heat. Yet now, he wanted to hold her, and just to hold her, so that he could cling to the one wonderful thing in his life, even if it was for one vain, brief moment in his cursed existence.
But it was a dream, and it was a lie, and Locke knew it.
"I love you," he said silenty to the sleeping soldier. His fantasy vanished at that moment, and he turned away. "I'm sorry..."
With that, he quietly left the room without another word, leaving the TV on.
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"Mamoru! Makoto! Setsuna!"
"No one's answering. Hotaru?!"
There were several fists that banged on the door to the apartment. Finally, after several moments, the soldiers simply barged in.
"Mamoru...."
The girls were met with darkness and the sound of weeping. Looking determined, Uranus started out towards the kitchen, where the sound had come from, when she stopped.
"Mamoru...?"
Mamoru sat at the table, looking silent and dejected. Setsuna and Hotaru were across from him, looking shocked. The weeping, in turn, was from Makoto, who was hovering over the counter.
"What's going....?"
The soldiers then noticed the telephone on the wall. Its reciever was ripped out, and it was in Makoto's hands. They all became silent, and the room became cold to them.
"It.....Naru." As a seeming result of the clouds, a faint and eerie green light seemed to illuminate the moon. "She's dead."
