Chapter 2
Papillon in the hardship
After breakfast, Ginga suggested that the girls head into the Family Room and get aquainted with eachother. Kitten didn't fallow, but instead entered her room. Papillon wondered why Kitten hadn't fallowed, but decided against asking. When they entered the Family Room, Papillon sat in the corner rocking chair and watched everyone gossiping and chatting. After a while, Fish and Crow left. The numbers eventually decreased to just Papillon, Memory and Styx. Styx and Memory were talking about Papillon. "She's weird, isn't she?" Styx whispered. "Why didn't she talk to anyone?" Memory shrugged. "She's just a little shy." She replied. "But, still, I sense something weird about her." Styx nodded in agreement. The two glanced over at Papillon before they headed back to their rooms. Papillon sunk into the chair. She had barely spoken since she came here, and had she felt welcome? No. There was something strange about that Ginga woman. She seemed quite heart warming in the beginning, but her eyes turned cold once they sat down at the table. Papillon embraced herself. "I'm so frightened......I'm so cold......so confused....." A tear fell from her eye and dampened her torn skirt. "Who am I? Who are these children? ........and what's so special about me? Little me? Why does this woman have me? Why aren't I with my mother?" She began to sob.
Placing both feet onto the cold wooden floor slowly, she went back into her room. She shut the door and fell onto her bed, crying into the sheets. A translucent image of a woman almost identical to Papillon appeard with her arms wrapped around the crying girl. The woman caressed Papillon's hair, sighed and disppeared as the door was opened. Ginga entered the room. She was carrying a picture frame. "Papillon, young one, I.......don't entirely know how to say this, but.....I knew your mother." She told Papillon. Papillon's cries turned silent and she turned to face Ginga. "You knew her? What was she like? Who was she? What did she look like? Where is she?" Thousands of questions. "I knew I shouldn't have told you." Ginga sighed. "Here is a picture of her." She handed Papillon the picture. It was a portrait. A woman with dark blue lipstick, shoulder-length, wavey purple hair, dark blue eyes and a pink tiara stared back at her. he look on her face made it evident that she was not too happy in her life. Papillon glanced up at Ginga and saw that she had left. Papillon stood and hung the portrait on her wall. "What makes me special?" She murmured, as if asking the portrait.
Beginning to weep again, Papillon flung herself face down onto the bed and used her pillow to muffle her cries. She didn't want Ginga coming in again. She didn't like Ginga. Her aura was cold. A bright midnight blue light shone down onto Papillon. "Young one...." A rough voice, similar to Papillon's, said. Papillon's tears halted and she sat up and turned to face a girl about her heigth and age. "Young one, you must fight. Fight back for her. Your mother." The girl commanded. "Who are you?!" Papillon demanded. The sword that the girl was carrying looked very sharp. "I am........myself.......you......your mother......" The girl informed Papillon. She shook her head. "You, my child, are confused. Your mother died during a great war.......a great war.......and she died fighting against everything she believed in. Your mother fell long before that, and when she died then, her spirit, carring on a purple butterfly.......a purple butterfly......came to you and now her spirit is within you, and protecting you.......protecting you.......You and your mother are one in the same, in a way. I am the part of you that became lost in all the confusion in your heart.......your heart.......and therefor I was unable to appear to you in my true form. I am the forgotten part of you.......the forgotten part of you." The girl pointed at Papillon. "My name.......my name......Sailor Papillon." She bowed before continuing.
"Your mother's spirit erased your memory so you wouldn't get caught up in the fight and sent you to a faraway forest. She meant for you to find peace there, but the wicked Senshi of the new generation had fallowed her and found you. Now you must avenge your mother's death. To do this, I will restore your memories." Sailor Papillon placed her hands on her blue brooch and a purple butterfly flew towards Papillon and entered her body. Sailor Papillon smiled brightly just before Papillon's vision went white. When the white light faded, Papillon was standing in a large field. Her mother was standing infront of her, smiling. Her vision went white again. She then saw a great war, her mother fighting in it. The white light flashed again. A graveyard filled with tombstones. Another flash of light. The forest she had awoken in. Papillon opened her eyes. "I am...........Papillon Cocoon the second, the heir to the throne of the Cocoon Empire! And my mission! Avenge the death of my mother!" Sailor Papillon nodded, and in a burst of blue butterflies, disappeared. Papillon looked down at herself to see that she was carrying Sailor Papillon's sword and that she was wearing Sailor Papillon's outfit! Then, Ginga came bursting through the door. Papillon turned to confront her. "You!" Ginga shouted at the purple-haired heroine. "What are you doing?!" "Now I understand who I am! I am the heir to the throne of Planet Cocoon! Sailor Papillon!" Papillon shouted. Ginga clenched her fists and glared angrily. "I thought this might happen if I gave you that picture. I liked you, Papillon-chan. But I guess there is no other way." She unclenched her right fist and tapped Papillon's forehead. A bright flash of golden light engulfed Papillon, and she fainted. Then, the spirit of Papillon's mother, Sailor Cocoon, appeared. "YOU! Don't you DARE touch her again!" Sailor Cocoon commanded. Ginga laughed. "What will you do about it? Fool!" Cocoon was sorrowed by this occurance.
"Don't EVER hurt her AGAIN!" She screamed. Ginga grinned and raised her fist. She pulled down her sleeve to reveal a golden shackle with a purple crystal in it. The crystal flashed and Sailor Cocoon disappeared. "I won't allow you to interfere with my plans for this girl." Ginga mumbled as if Cocoon could still hear her. She picked up Papillon. Papillon's eyes fluttered open. "What happened?" She inquired. "You were not acting yourself." Ginga replied. "Where's my mother?" Papillon asked. "You don't have a mother." Ginga told her bitterly. Papillon reached over and touched the purple velvet glove on her arm. She touched her palm and felt the indentation of something. She had been gripping something with great force. What? The indentation felt like......a hilt? Since when did Papillon have a sword? Her memories were fuzzy. Had that woman who appeared infront of her in her bedroom been her mother? She looked like she might be. Since when did Papillon have an outfit like this? So many questions she wanted to ask, but she kept her mouth closed.
Ginga placed Papillon back onto her bed and left. Papillon sat up in bed, embracing her leggs and staring straight ahead. "Who are you?" She asked. "I am myself and my mother and you." Papillon replied to her own question her voice suddenly changing. "Who am I?" her voice went back to normal, but the next time she spoke it changed again. "You are the heir." Then, Papillon fainted.
Papillon awoke, changed and then headed into the dining room where Ginga was preparing breakfast. "Ohayo." Papillon greeted her, finally understanding the language in which Ginga spoke. "Ohayo." Ginga replied bitterly. She continued carrying the plates of pancakes from the kitchen and onto the table. The other girls came into the dining room and took their seats. Ginga left the room when breakfast began. "Isn't Ginga-sama going to eat with us?" Styx asked Blood quietly. "I bet it's that new girl's fault." Blood replied, also whispering. Everyone immediately turned to look at Papillon. Crow giggled and whispered something into Fish's ear. Fish giggled. It must be some stupid joke, Papillon thought bitterly. "I just can't wait!" Fish sighed. Papillon looked at Fish curiously, but didn't ask.
Surely the joke was about me, Papillon thought as she left the breakfast table. "About how I'm pale, or how I'm shy." She thought aloud. When she entered the foyer, she noticed two winding staircases. She began to ascend the left one. "I never noticed these before." She murmured. There was a single door at the top of the stairway. She opened the door to see Ginga walking around in circles examining some boxes. "Ginga-sama?" Papillon called from the doorway. "Aren't you going to eat breakfast?" Ginga shook her head. "I'm not hungry. I'm busy." She told Papillon. Papillon shrugged and descended the same staircase she had ascended on.
Papillon in the hardship
After breakfast, Ginga suggested that the girls head into the Family Room and get aquainted with eachother. Kitten didn't fallow, but instead entered her room. Papillon wondered why Kitten hadn't fallowed, but decided against asking. When they entered the Family Room, Papillon sat in the corner rocking chair and watched everyone gossiping and chatting. After a while, Fish and Crow left. The numbers eventually decreased to just Papillon, Memory and Styx. Styx and Memory were talking about Papillon. "She's weird, isn't she?" Styx whispered. "Why didn't she talk to anyone?" Memory shrugged. "She's just a little shy." She replied. "But, still, I sense something weird about her." Styx nodded in agreement. The two glanced over at Papillon before they headed back to their rooms. Papillon sunk into the chair. She had barely spoken since she came here, and had she felt welcome? No. There was something strange about that Ginga woman. She seemed quite heart warming in the beginning, but her eyes turned cold once they sat down at the table. Papillon embraced herself. "I'm so frightened......I'm so cold......so confused....." A tear fell from her eye and dampened her torn skirt. "Who am I? Who are these children? ........and what's so special about me? Little me? Why does this woman have me? Why aren't I with my mother?" She began to sob.
Placing both feet onto the cold wooden floor slowly, she went back into her room. She shut the door and fell onto her bed, crying into the sheets. A translucent image of a woman almost identical to Papillon appeard with her arms wrapped around the crying girl. The woman caressed Papillon's hair, sighed and disppeared as the door was opened. Ginga entered the room. She was carrying a picture frame. "Papillon, young one, I.......don't entirely know how to say this, but.....I knew your mother." She told Papillon. Papillon's cries turned silent and she turned to face Ginga. "You knew her? What was she like? Who was she? What did she look like? Where is she?" Thousands of questions. "I knew I shouldn't have told you." Ginga sighed. "Here is a picture of her." She handed Papillon the picture. It was a portrait. A woman with dark blue lipstick, shoulder-length, wavey purple hair, dark blue eyes and a pink tiara stared back at her. he look on her face made it evident that she was not too happy in her life. Papillon glanced up at Ginga and saw that she had left. Papillon stood and hung the portrait on her wall. "What makes me special?" She murmured, as if asking the portrait.
Beginning to weep again, Papillon flung herself face down onto the bed and used her pillow to muffle her cries. She didn't want Ginga coming in again. She didn't like Ginga. Her aura was cold. A bright midnight blue light shone down onto Papillon. "Young one...." A rough voice, similar to Papillon's, said. Papillon's tears halted and she sat up and turned to face a girl about her heigth and age. "Young one, you must fight. Fight back for her. Your mother." The girl commanded. "Who are you?!" Papillon demanded. The sword that the girl was carrying looked very sharp. "I am........myself.......you......your mother......" The girl informed Papillon. She shook her head. "You, my child, are confused. Your mother died during a great war.......a great war.......and she died fighting against everything she believed in. Your mother fell long before that, and when she died then, her spirit, carring on a purple butterfly.......a purple butterfly......came to you and now her spirit is within you, and protecting you.......protecting you.......You and your mother are one in the same, in a way. I am the part of you that became lost in all the confusion in your heart.......your heart.......and therefor I was unable to appear to you in my true form. I am the forgotten part of you.......the forgotten part of you." The girl pointed at Papillon. "My name.......my name......Sailor Papillon." She bowed before continuing.
"Your mother's spirit erased your memory so you wouldn't get caught up in the fight and sent you to a faraway forest. She meant for you to find peace there, but the wicked Senshi of the new generation had fallowed her and found you. Now you must avenge your mother's death. To do this, I will restore your memories." Sailor Papillon placed her hands on her blue brooch and a purple butterfly flew towards Papillon and entered her body. Sailor Papillon smiled brightly just before Papillon's vision went white. When the white light faded, Papillon was standing in a large field. Her mother was standing infront of her, smiling. Her vision went white again. She then saw a great war, her mother fighting in it. The white light flashed again. A graveyard filled with tombstones. Another flash of light. The forest she had awoken in. Papillon opened her eyes. "I am...........Papillon Cocoon the second, the heir to the throne of the Cocoon Empire! And my mission! Avenge the death of my mother!" Sailor Papillon nodded, and in a burst of blue butterflies, disappeared. Papillon looked down at herself to see that she was carrying Sailor Papillon's sword and that she was wearing Sailor Papillon's outfit! Then, Ginga came bursting through the door. Papillon turned to confront her. "You!" Ginga shouted at the purple-haired heroine. "What are you doing?!" "Now I understand who I am! I am the heir to the throne of Planet Cocoon! Sailor Papillon!" Papillon shouted. Ginga clenched her fists and glared angrily. "I thought this might happen if I gave you that picture. I liked you, Papillon-chan. But I guess there is no other way." She unclenched her right fist and tapped Papillon's forehead. A bright flash of golden light engulfed Papillon, and she fainted. Then, the spirit of Papillon's mother, Sailor Cocoon, appeared. "YOU! Don't you DARE touch her again!" Sailor Cocoon commanded. Ginga laughed. "What will you do about it? Fool!" Cocoon was sorrowed by this occurance.
"Don't EVER hurt her AGAIN!" She screamed. Ginga grinned and raised her fist. She pulled down her sleeve to reveal a golden shackle with a purple crystal in it. The crystal flashed and Sailor Cocoon disappeared. "I won't allow you to interfere with my plans for this girl." Ginga mumbled as if Cocoon could still hear her. She picked up Papillon. Papillon's eyes fluttered open. "What happened?" She inquired. "You were not acting yourself." Ginga replied. "Where's my mother?" Papillon asked. "You don't have a mother." Ginga told her bitterly. Papillon reached over and touched the purple velvet glove on her arm. She touched her palm and felt the indentation of something. She had been gripping something with great force. What? The indentation felt like......a hilt? Since when did Papillon have a sword? Her memories were fuzzy. Had that woman who appeared infront of her in her bedroom been her mother? She looked like she might be. Since when did Papillon have an outfit like this? So many questions she wanted to ask, but she kept her mouth closed.
Ginga placed Papillon back onto her bed and left. Papillon sat up in bed, embracing her leggs and staring straight ahead. "Who are you?" She asked. "I am myself and my mother and you." Papillon replied to her own question her voice suddenly changing. "Who am I?" her voice went back to normal, but the next time she spoke it changed again. "You are the heir." Then, Papillon fainted.
Papillon awoke, changed and then headed into the dining room where Ginga was preparing breakfast. "Ohayo." Papillon greeted her, finally understanding the language in which Ginga spoke. "Ohayo." Ginga replied bitterly. She continued carrying the plates of pancakes from the kitchen and onto the table. The other girls came into the dining room and took their seats. Ginga left the room when breakfast began. "Isn't Ginga-sama going to eat with us?" Styx asked Blood quietly. "I bet it's that new girl's fault." Blood replied, also whispering. Everyone immediately turned to look at Papillon. Crow giggled and whispered something into Fish's ear. Fish giggled. It must be some stupid joke, Papillon thought bitterly. "I just can't wait!" Fish sighed. Papillon looked at Fish curiously, but didn't ask.
Surely the joke was about me, Papillon thought as she left the breakfast table. "About how I'm pale, or how I'm shy." She thought aloud. When she entered the foyer, she noticed two winding staircases. She began to ascend the left one. "I never noticed these before." She murmured. There was a single door at the top of the stairway. She opened the door to see Ginga walking around in circles examining some boxes. "Ginga-sama?" Papillon called from the doorway. "Aren't you going to eat breakfast?" Ginga shook her head. "I'm not hungry. I'm busy." She told Papillon. Papillon shrugged and descended the same staircase she had ascended on.