Sailor Moon
"Reflections of a Red Rose"
By: NeoMoon
Rated: PG-13
Chapter Nine:
Lighting flashed across the night sky, it's ghostly light throughout Usagi's room. The sound of
the approaching thunder silenced by her own heartbeat.
Chi rolled over again, strands of her black hair falling into her face. Lighting struck closer
sending the room into an eerie daylight. Usagi stared at the girl, her heart racing, her limbs
numb. "Mamo-chan." She whispered, as she stared at the girl, and for the first time saw the
likeness.
"Endymion, why?" Chi moaned, and rolled away again.
Usagi almost jumped up, she eyed the girl, laying on the floor warily, and tiptoed passed her,
making sure not to wake her as she left the room.
Ami woke with a start at the sound of the phone ringing. She rolled over in her bed, have glad
she moved the phone into her room; at least she could stay in her bed.
"Hello." She said through a yawn.
"Sister!" A voice half screamed into the phone. Ami sighed and rolled onto her back.
"Usagi what are you talking about."
"Chi, Chi's . . . sister!" Usagi cried through the phone, making Ami sit up in her bed with
worry, the girl seemed overly distressed.
"Usagi, breathe, and tell me slowly." She said, her mind fully awake.
"Chi's, she's Mamo-chan's sister."
Ami almost dropped the phone. "H - How did you find out?"
She could hear Usagi breathing over the phone. "He never told me." She whispered, the hurt in
her hushed voice so clear to Ami. "Ami-chan, he never told me."
"I'm sure he didn't mean not to Usagi, but you need to tell me. How did you find out?"
She heard Usagi gulping over the phone. "She - She said it in her sleep. She said: 'Why don't
you remember your own sister, Endymion."
Endymion. Ami thought. The name of the Earth Prince, Mamoru's former self.
Mamoru looked out the plastic cover balcony door, and sighed as he watched the storm raging in
the city sky. A chill ran down his back, and he fell into his sofa, a tired sigh escaping his
lips.
Cool soft hands slid down his chest, warm sweet breath misted across his cheek, he closed his
eyes falling into the warm embrace, to tired to fight.
"Yes my love." A husky voice whispered to him, the soft hands moving over his stomach.
He opened his eyes to see shockingly beautiful green ones staring back, wisps of red hair running
down the pale cheeks. He moved his hand, moving the hair away, and looked at the woman who now
straddled him.
"My love." The woman, her full lips parting into a beautiful smile as she laid her head against
his chest. "Oh my love, I've missed you."
It felt so nice. Mamoru, placed his hand on her head, running it down her silky hair, he laid
his head back, his eyes closing. It felt so nice.
"Yes, sleep my love. Sleep and dream only of me." He heard a voice chase him into darkness.
Ami at in front of her computer, the bluish glow illuminating her. Her eyes stared at the
screen, her hand moved quickly across paper as she wrote down bits of information, her other hand
clicking the mouse. He head pulled back suddenly, the pencil falling out of her hand. "Oh my
god." She whispered, and quickly went back to writing, as her hand darted across the screen.
On the screen were two windows both lined with text, the only similarity between the two was one
name: Yui Chiba.
Haruka leaned against the couch, her hand resting on Micheru's shoulder. Hotoru looked up from
the plate of snacks Micheru had brought out just moments before, then looked over at Setsuna.
The other woman's face was drawn tight, the worry so clear on the lines of her face.
Hotoru placed a hand on the other woman's leg in reassurance, which brought a faint ghost of a
smile.
"It can't be worse then everything else she whispered.
Her words earned her a snicker from Haruka. "It's always worse." She said, her hand leaving go
as she walked over to the girl. "You should know that by now."
Hotoru did her best not to let her fear of the woman out, but couldn't help it as she gulped down
on her breath.
"Leave her go, Haruka." Came a soft whisper from her side. Hotoru looked over at Setsuna, it
was the first word the woman had said all night. "She doesn't understand yet."
Haruka backed away, and Hotoru found that she could breath again. She looked at Haruka, and
tried to see something in her face, but could find nothing but cold stone.
"It's both of them." Setsuna said, her voice never more then a soft whisper. "With her return,
I fear that . . ."
"Balance is gone." Micheru finished; her head was lowered, looking at her folded hands. Hotoru
had never seen the woman so distraught looking.
"Yes." Setsuna said as she stood. "I fear that Serenity may have been wrong."
Haruka flashed with anger. "How dare you speak of the Queen that way!"
Setsuna stood her ground, and Hotoru could see a faint smile forming on her face. "If my memory
serves me correctly, Haruka, and it always does. You have said and done much worse."
The anger in Haruka's face drained away, her emotionless stare returning. "Just speak what you
need to time witch."
"Gladly." The dark woman said, a staff appearing in front of her. "We were all brought here
after the war." She said quietly. "After our deaths." She stopped and waited till Haruka sat
down like a good student then continued. "We drew off the elemental magic inherit in or respect
our respected worlds, but . . ."
"It no longer exists, not there at least." Hotoru spoke up, finally understanding. "Oh my god."
She gasped as it hit her. "Is that even possible?"
Setsuna looked at her, a large smile on her face. "You are so bright." She said.
"Unfortunately it is possible."
Haruka stood up. "She's draining us?"
"No." Setsuna said, and sat gracefully in the small loveseat next to Hotoru. "We're all draining
this world."
Hotoru could see the impact of Setsuna's words, Haruka's shoulders slumped, Micheru's head was
now almost buried in her folded hands.
Hotoru looked over at Setsuna, fear in her own dark eyes. "What do we do?" She asked, her voice
sounding so meek, like a kitten.
Dream only of me. Beautiful green eyes appeared before him, so large, so beautiful. He reached
out through the darkness, his hand touching the green pupil, sliding through it, his whole being
sucked through.
Red strands, like snakes crossed him, wrapped around him, caressed him all over. He felt so
happy here, so at peace. He sighed in his happy euphoria, his breath release in white mist. So
beautiful, so peaceful, so . . . wrong.
He jerked away from the strands of red, his body felt so weighted down but still he tried, an
image of lush blue eyes so full of hope and dreams, guiding him on, away from the red strands.
Something grabbed hold of him, he went to scream, but didn't a sense of true peace, true
happiness washed over him. He looked down at himself, seeing the golden strand that pulled him
toward the magnificent blue eyes.
Something screamed behind him, a woman's voice, so bestial, so full of fury and rage, a voice
that sounded so familiar and reminded him of breath that smelled like honey.
Remember. Someone told him. Remember that some of the deadly plants smell so pretty. He knew
that voice, he new the person. Flashes, glimpses of somebody drew him closer, a name rang in his
head, a feeling of warmth spread throughout him.
"Usako!" Mamoru screamed, jumping up of the sofa, his vision narrowing on the red haired woman
the lay on the floor looking up at him, her eyes filled with hate and sadness.
"Damn her!" Lillith spat. "Damn her. Please my love." She stood up, her arms outstretched.
Mamoru back away from her. "I am not your love." He hissed, his voice filled with raw hatred.
"How dare you come into my home, and try to seduce me!"
"No." The woman said the hate in her eyes gone only worry now existed. "Please, my love." She
shook her head, her silky red hair flying around her. "Please!"
"Leave." Mamoru said simply, coldly.
"You will love me again." Lillith said matter of factly as shadows circled around her,
swallowing her. "You will." Her voice lingered after she vanished.
"I'm sorry Usako." He whispered, as he fell into the sofa, the strength in his body gone, in
seconds he slept.
A thin stream of light fell into the room as the door creaked open. Usagi looked in and sighed
in relief that Chi still slept. Quietly she opened the door the rest of the way and slid in,
walking quietly over to Chi. She knelt down by the girl's side, her hand shaking as it rose to
her shoulder, and clamped on.
"Chi." She called out as she started to shake the girl. "Wake up, Chi."
"Mmm?" The girl moaned as her eyes fought their way open. "Usagi-chan?" She whispered.
Usagi nodded, more to herself then to the Chi. "Chi." She said as she drew in a deep breath. "Is
Mamo-chan your brother?"
"Reflections of a Red Rose"
By: NeoMoon
Rated: PG-13
Chapter Nine:
Lighting flashed across the night sky, it's ghostly light throughout Usagi's room. The sound of
the approaching thunder silenced by her own heartbeat.
Chi rolled over again, strands of her black hair falling into her face. Lighting struck closer
sending the room into an eerie daylight. Usagi stared at the girl, her heart racing, her limbs
numb. "Mamo-chan." She whispered, as she stared at the girl, and for the first time saw the
likeness.
"Endymion, why?" Chi moaned, and rolled away again.
Usagi almost jumped up, she eyed the girl, laying on the floor warily, and tiptoed passed her,
making sure not to wake her as she left the room.
Ami woke with a start at the sound of the phone ringing. She rolled over in her bed, have glad
she moved the phone into her room; at least she could stay in her bed.
"Hello." She said through a yawn.
"Sister!" A voice half screamed into the phone. Ami sighed and rolled onto her back.
"Usagi what are you talking about."
"Chi, Chi's . . . sister!" Usagi cried through the phone, making Ami sit up in her bed with
worry, the girl seemed overly distressed.
"Usagi, breathe, and tell me slowly." She said, her mind fully awake.
"Chi's, she's Mamo-chan's sister."
Ami almost dropped the phone. "H - How did you find out?"
She could hear Usagi breathing over the phone. "He never told me." She whispered, the hurt in
her hushed voice so clear to Ami. "Ami-chan, he never told me."
"I'm sure he didn't mean not to Usagi, but you need to tell me. How did you find out?"
She heard Usagi gulping over the phone. "She - She said it in her sleep. She said: 'Why don't
you remember your own sister, Endymion."
Endymion. Ami thought. The name of the Earth Prince, Mamoru's former self.
Mamoru looked out the plastic cover balcony door, and sighed as he watched the storm raging in
the city sky. A chill ran down his back, and he fell into his sofa, a tired sigh escaping his
lips.
Cool soft hands slid down his chest, warm sweet breath misted across his cheek, he closed his
eyes falling into the warm embrace, to tired to fight.
"Yes my love." A husky voice whispered to him, the soft hands moving over his stomach.
He opened his eyes to see shockingly beautiful green ones staring back, wisps of red hair running
down the pale cheeks. He moved his hand, moving the hair away, and looked at the woman who now
straddled him.
"My love." The woman, her full lips parting into a beautiful smile as she laid her head against
his chest. "Oh my love, I've missed you."
It felt so nice. Mamoru, placed his hand on her head, running it down her silky hair, he laid
his head back, his eyes closing. It felt so nice.
"Yes, sleep my love. Sleep and dream only of me." He heard a voice chase him into darkness.
Ami at in front of her computer, the bluish glow illuminating her. Her eyes stared at the
screen, her hand moved quickly across paper as she wrote down bits of information, her other hand
clicking the mouse. He head pulled back suddenly, the pencil falling out of her hand. "Oh my
god." She whispered, and quickly went back to writing, as her hand darted across the screen.
On the screen were two windows both lined with text, the only similarity between the two was one
name: Yui Chiba.
Haruka leaned against the couch, her hand resting on Micheru's shoulder. Hotoru looked up from
the plate of snacks Micheru had brought out just moments before, then looked over at Setsuna.
The other woman's face was drawn tight, the worry so clear on the lines of her face.
Hotoru placed a hand on the other woman's leg in reassurance, which brought a faint ghost of a
smile.
"It can't be worse then everything else she whispered.
Her words earned her a snicker from Haruka. "It's always worse." She said, her hand leaving go
as she walked over to the girl. "You should know that by now."
Hotoru did her best not to let her fear of the woman out, but couldn't help it as she gulped down
on her breath.
"Leave her go, Haruka." Came a soft whisper from her side. Hotoru looked over at Setsuna, it
was the first word the woman had said all night. "She doesn't understand yet."
Haruka backed away, and Hotoru found that she could breath again. She looked at Haruka, and
tried to see something in her face, but could find nothing but cold stone.
"It's both of them." Setsuna said, her voice never more then a soft whisper. "With her return,
I fear that . . ."
"Balance is gone." Micheru finished; her head was lowered, looking at her folded hands. Hotoru
had never seen the woman so distraught looking.
"Yes." Setsuna said as she stood. "I fear that Serenity may have been wrong."
Haruka flashed with anger. "How dare you speak of the Queen that way!"
Setsuna stood her ground, and Hotoru could see a faint smile forming on her face. "If my memory
serves me correctly, Haruka, and it always does. You have said and done much worse."
The anger in Haruka's face drained away, her emotionless stare returning. "Just speak what you
need to time witch."
"Gladly." The dark woman said, a staff appearing in front of her. "We were all brought here
after the war." She said quietly. "After our deaths." She stopped and waited till Haruka sat
down like a good student then continued. "We drew off the elemental magic inherit in or respect
our respected worlds, but . . ."
"It no longer exists, not there at least." Hotoru spoke up, finally understanding. "Oh my god."
She gasped as it hit her. "Is that even possible?"
Setsuna looked at her, a large smile on her face. "You are so bright." She said.
"Unfortunately it is possible."
Haruka stood up. "She's draining us?"
"No." Setsuna said, and sat gracefully in the small loveseat next to Hotoru. "We're all draining
this world."
Hotoru could see the impact of Setsuna's words, Haruka's shoulders slumped, Micheru's head was
now almost buried in her folded hands.
Hotoru looked over at Setsuna, fear in her own dark eyes. "What do we do?" She asked, her voice
sounding so meek, like a kitten.
Dream only of me. Beautiful green eyes appeared before him, so large, so beautiful. He reached
out through the darkness, his hand touching the green pupil, sliding through it, his whole being
sucked through.
Red strands, like snakes crossed him, wrapped around him, caressed him all over. He felt so
happy here, so at peace. He sighed in his happy euphoria, his breath release in white mist. So
beautiful, so peaceful, so . . . wrong.
He jerked away from the strands of red, his body felt so weighted down but still he tried, an
image of lush blue eyes so full of hope and dreams, guiding him on, away from the red strands.
Something grabbed hold of him, he went to scream, but didn't a sense of true peace, true
happiness washed over him. He looked down at himself, seeing the golden strand that pulled him
toward the magnificent blue eyes.
Something screamed behind him, a woman's voice, so bestial, so full of fury and rage, a voice
that sounded so familiar and reminded him of breath that smelled like honey.
Remember. Someone told him. Remember that some of the deadly plants smell so pretty. He knew
that voice, he new the person. Flashes, glimpses of somebody drew him closer, a name rang in his
head, a feeling of warmth spread throughout him.
"Usako!" Mamoru screamed, jumping up of the sofa, his vision narrowing on the red haired woman
the lay on the floor looking up at him, her eyes filled with hate and sadness.
"Damn her!" Lillith spat. "Damn her. Please my love." She stood up, her arms outstretched.
Mamoru back away from her. "I am not your love." He hissed, his voice filled with raw hatred.
"How dare you come into my home, and try to seduce me!"
"No." The woman said the hate in her eyes gone only worry now existed. "Please, my love." She
shook her head, her silky red hair flying around her. "Please!"
"Leave." Mamoru said simply, coldly.
"You will love me again." Lillith said matter of factly as shadows circled around her,
swallowing her. "You will." Her voice lingered after she vanished.
"I'm sorry Usako." He whispered, as he fell into the sofa, the strength in his body gone, in
seconds he slept.
A thin stream of light fell into the room as the door creaked open. Usagi looked in and sighed
in relief that Chi still slept. Quietly she opened the door the rest of the way and slid in,
walking quietly over to Chi. She knelt down by the girl's side, her hand shaking as it rose to
her shoulder, and clamped on.
"Chi." She called out as she started to shake the girl. "Wake up, Chi."
"Mmm?" The girl moaned as her eyes fought their way open. "Usagi-chan?" She whispered.
Usagi nodded, more to herself then to the Chi. "Chi." She said as she drew in a deep breath. "Is
Mamo-chan your brother?"