Pen Name: S.C.Dayton

E-mail: cdserena@yahoo.com serenashields_serenity@yahoo.ca

Trilogy Title: What was, what is, what could

Book Title: Book III - Return to Tokyo

Chapter: 0. Prologue: Tokyo, I'm back

category: Sailor Moon, Alternate Universe (Romance/Comedy/Drama/Action)

spoilers: Serena is going on a Business Trip, but no just anywhere. It's Tokyo, the one place Serena had promised to never go to.

~~~Serena's Point of View~~~

I really meant at the time when I said I would never come back to Tokyo again. However, circumstance chance things.

Originally, I was supposed to go on a vacation to Paris, France. It was my own present for my upcoming twenty-fourth birthday. When I come back, Daddy was supposed to finish up his business in Japan and come back.

SCD Corporation is one of the largest multimillion multinational Organizations that exist in the world. It has division in all major geological areas. There are head quarters all over the world, such as England, China, France, Australia and Italy. Recently, the stockholders has just decided to open a new headquarter in Tokyo, Japan. Daddy, been the CEO had decided to go and start the project himself. Then a week before the final decisions are to be made, he decided to take on a "spontaneous second honeymoon" as he had said, on the phone from who knows where, with his second wife, my stepmother, Cynthia.

Been one of the only presidents with the ability to speak fluent Japanese, I had no choice but to step in and take over this situation. I still wonder if Daddy decided leave all of a sudden on purpose. He knew my promise to never come back. The desperate situation calls for a desperate situation. So, I would be breaking a promise. But it's a promise I know won't regret braking.

As I step of the Dayton Corporate Jet, the past came back to me; the sadness, the bitterness, those hurtful words, all of it.

I hope I won't regret breaking my promise.

As expected, so much have changed in Tokyo, but many remained the same. The airport is definitely one of the biggest changes. It was much bigger developed then when I had left some eight years ago. But the air hasn't. It still smell like Tokyo, Japanese. Ice cold and fuzzy warm at the same time. It was late may, so I can smell the Cherry blossoms. The pick flower was one of the many things I missed over the years. The one thing I would admit, barely. The others... not if my life depends on it. Or so I thought.