Chapter One

Summary- With a tragic night there comes consequences. A new world is beginning to unfold for two different families. One with a loving family…and the other? But when memories from the past come back to haunt you. Are you faced with what you're dealt? Or do you deal with the matters first hand?

A MUST READ Everything in italics will Usagi's/Serenity's point of view. Large clumps of italicize writing. Remember that please. A MUST READ

This day was one like any other with the exception that it would be the death day for a certain family: a family that thrives on wealth and power. The name of the family… Tsukino—

Mimoiro Chiba sat in his seat facing his men. The world outside wasn't a worry to anyone in here, although you could hear the faint echo of the brewing storm. The winds beating against these old walls, but the matters facing these men was much more important. Sitting at a large round table were probably nine young, dashing youths. Everyone's attention was turned towards the one up front.

Young as he was, the wisdom that was captured in his midnight orbs was peculiar. A look of anger crossed his handsome face as a stork of lightning flashed by.

"A disgrace." His words were practically dripping with venom.

The others sat silently. Although the young man in the front would send chills down your spine they all sat sternly. Waiting for orders. A hand gently tucked a few strays of black away from his face. "I demand an explanation," He said calmly.

"We are doing the best we can sir."

A chuckle left his lips as he stared out into the empty room. "Is that all you have? I've expected better." Although his voice sounded humorous they all knew better then that. To argue was one thing…but to speak is another.

"We have plans to destroy…or corrupt their business."

"There something really different about the Tsukino's; and I assure you sir, we will find out."

"Yes, just give us time sir."

A small growl was heard from the man as he began to speak up once more, "Time is one thing we don't have. Your ideas are all childish…and I suggest that you all straiten yourselves up. To get rid of one that we distaste is to venture out into this world. Destroy you may, but not there company…not their wealth nor their power; but strike at the heart. Destroy them. Destroy them all."

A shock look appeared on each face. "But—but sir…"

Mimoiro didn't pay any attention to what his subjects were telling him. "I am one that doesn't like to be argued with. Do it. Now. I want them dead by morning…and remember don't leave anyone alive."—

-- I always hated carrots, but mother insisted that I couldn't leave this table until I finished them. What a laugh. If only…if only I could get rid of them. The aspect of a pet was unbelievingly desirable at this point. How I wish for a dog, or a brother that had a decent set of teeth. My attention turned towards my five-year-old brother, one would think by now that the little brat would have at least one or two decent munching tools; but alas he survived of mother's milk, and the fact that he practically thrived off sweets--

I didn't understand why father and mother adored him so. He was a fat little thing, with pudgy little fingers and toes, and belly to match. A head that contained dirty strands of brown. I had to keep him company, keep a watch on him in some sort of oblivious kind of way. He was giving me that gummy smile, a smile that made the grown-ups leave with awe; saying such things as, "That's the cutest baby I've ever did see," or a simple long dragging 'aww'.

How I despise him. The fact that I was jealous will never leave this room. They never pay any attention to me anymore, always the baby. The baby this, the baby that. How I wish he wasn't here! I quietly flicked a carrot to the table preparing it for launch, at what? Why my brother of course. My own laughter filled the room, but that was before people came flooding in.

I stopped laughing and my eyes narrowed upon these intruders. I quickly removed myself from my seat and made my way towards my little brother. Lifting him off his high chair and holding him safely in my arms. I might've have not liked him, but I forced to love him—after all, he was family; but enough of this.

"So, this is there last line of defense…"

What were they talking about? His haughty laugh did not please me at all, but it certainly answered a few of my questions.

"…a little eight year old girl!"

I glared.

"Nine." I sneered out.

"Apologies madam…"

He couldn't contain his laughter, and this was getting incredibly annoying. I might've been young, but growing up in such a society did mean something. I was tutored by the best, and my intelligence probably doesn't lack from these fools by far. It wouldn't surprise me if I surpassed them. They were holding guns…these newly invented weapons that used…things. Dust? That lesson hadn't yet been discussed thoroughly, but I knew enough.

"Why are you here?"

I tried to make it come out as statement, but it came out as question. He laughed in my face and pointed that gun straight at me.

"To kill you my dear."

My eyes widen in alarm, but I held my composure. Between all this I had placed my brother down and was planning on kicking him to the side somewhere, away from view. Something had blocked his middle section from my view, so I know for a fact that he doesn't know of this boy in my arms. I was praying to God, for my little brother to shut up. To not cry. To just plainly stay quiet.

"And you think it's that easy?"

He laughed again. Where was mother? Father? My nanny? Lara? Tammi? Where were they at this instant.

"Oh yes, I think this is my easiest job yet."

I was screaming on the inside, but showed nothing on the out.

"If I scream--"

He interrupted me.

"No one will hear your pathetic cries for help dear, they're all dead."

Dead?

"…"

He seemed to have read my face, my eyes, my fears.

"Yes, dead."

"YOU'RE LYING!"

He laughed again, in that hallow sort of way. I gulp. I was on the brink of tears, but I dared not cry.

"You're lying." I said again.

"Believe what you want dear, but you'll meet them all soon."

I ran, but the trigger was sounded, and the bullet was shot—but it never came. It never came. I turned around in surprise and what I found was my father. I was in tears as I pulled him in for a hug. I was in tears as blood stained my dress. He was uttering me to leave, but couldn't…I couldn't.

"One down…three to go."

His voice haunted me. My mother was alive—he knew of Shingo. My eyes widened, but then realized that he didn't where that little boy was. Please don't cry Shingo…please.

"Go on, run. I like a hunt."

It was a game to him. I was some sort of an animal that was meant for killing. I refused to move, and again his laughter was sounded.

"Tis a shame that I have to kill a pretty thing such as yourself. I'm sure that you'll grow into breath-taking young women; but I guess that isn't my decision."

Again he pointed his gun, and again I tried to run. The trigger was sounded, and the bullet was shot—and once again it never came. Again I turned around, but the murderer wasn't looking at me, his attention—Shingo…my MOTHER! She was trying to save him. I froze again as I watched her keel to the ground with a little boy in her arms, wailing all the way down. I ran to them, and pried Shingo out of her arms. No time to cry, no time morn. I had to get us out, I just had to.

I heard a click, and a shot. It all happened in a blur, this time I was glad, because it was the man that killed my family that died. Lara, how I love that women was holding a gun in her hand. Her hands were shaking with fear. It sunk in, it finally sunk in. I no longer had a father or a mother. I no longer had a home. My vision was blinded with fury and tears, and the last I knew my vision went dark—with words that were so soft, so soothing: "I'm sorry…I'm so sorry." --

The heavens broke free and the tears fell, faster and faster they went. Through the wetted rain you could make out the blurred images of a certain someone dragging…someone across the grounds. Lightning stroke through the air and one would catch the image of her face, and the bundles that laid safely in her arms. The five-year-old child was clasped tightly around her left arm, his eyes wide with horror.

"What's going on?"

It was hard to believe that he was only five. A Tsukino, that was what he was. A handsome, somewhat stubby little boy, but his voice no longer held that childish giggle…it was filled with a certain hate. He growled slightly under his breath as they hid themselves in some bushes near the border of there land. Serenity laid unconscious and was now placed into the little boys arms. He held her tightly, and all the while stroked the few pieces of gold from her face.

It didn't matter to him that his sister's weight was crushing his body, it didn't matter as long as she was alright. He was the one that smacked her over the head… He was the one that did this to her. He did it for a good reason, she was out of mind, and completely weak. She was bleeding slightly at the crank of her neck, but he knew that it was nothing too serious.

His eyes of blue looked up at Lara, she fidgeted in his gaze. It was hard to imagine that a grown women, such as herself would be afraid of a five-year-old child; but the look that the boy was giving her was not that of a child.

"Is everyone…"

She nodded silently and bent down to take Serenity, but he moved farther away, holding her tightly in his small arms. He was hardly able to keep his arms around her fully, after all she was four years older then him.

"Master Shingo, please…you need rest." She begged him.

His eyes looked around. It was like another room that was filled with plants. It blocked out the rain and the storm, but it didn't block the voices just a mile outside. It was an outhouse, safely hidden in some bushes…it was like his parent's knew this day would come. Looking down again he nodded slowly, and pushed his sister next to him, cuddling quietly and gently next to her warm body.

"Just for awhile…just for a while." He mumbled.

Lara watched as the two slept, her eyes turned towards the manor as voices emerged—

"Find anyone?"

"No"

"Search more carefully. The bodies have been counted but I know that some might of escaped."

"That nonsense. We attack when they least expected it, they had no time to run."

"I'm commanding you to keep searching we have to make sure that everyone in that family is killed…you hear me!"

"Yes sir."

She shivered slightly afraid…absolutely terrified.

It was raining harder as the time pasted. The men were still searching and with no luck. They only found the dead bodies that scattered the palace grounds and well as from within. Giving up hope they soon left and the place where screams of fear and anguish was heard now became a deathless silence.

A sigh left Lara's lips as she heard the last pair of feet beginning to diminish. As she crawled out from under the bushes a small branch caught on to her sleeve and tore it apart. "Come now Serenity…wake up." She whispered out. The droplets of water pitter-pattered onto the ground… A small groan was heard from the young girl as she began to shirr in her sleep. Finally her eyes fluttered open. Although the raindrops were dripping onto her face you could still catch a few teardrops streaming its way downward.

Lara looked at the young girl in a sympathetic way. Trying her best to keep her own emotions stable, she dared not look into the child's eyes.

"Look after your brother."

"Why? Are you leaving us?"

Lara turned around in swift fast motion and had a slight want to slap the girl senseless. Her brow knitted in confusion and anger.

"I would ne--"

"Cause if you want to leave, then go ahead."

"I'm coming back Serenity. You can trust me…"

"I don't want to trust you."

She ignored her last comment and continued.

"I'm going back to get a few things, we can't come back, and we certainly can't go empty handed…"

"…"

"…go back to sleep…I'll be right back."

-- I watched as she left. She was trying to replace my mother in some not her fault kind of way. I know that had no right to be angry with her, but I was. My head was killing me, my body was aching, and all I wanted was things to go back to normal. I would've eaten those carrots if that could've made my mother happy. I should've eaten those carrots, but eating something wouldn't have changed anything…

You know the last thing I said to my mother was calling her an idiot, muttering it under my breath. I never got to say goodbye. I never got… I was angry with my mother before it happened, and how sorry am I now. I should've eaten those stupid carrots. Why would anyone want to kill us? Was it a robbery? We would've given them the money, no complaints. Or was it something more? --

Lara ran quickly inside, the rain was lifting, but it was still considered quite heavy. She rummaged through the cabinets trying to ignore the smell and gruesome sights, but that was until—

"Please help…"

His voice was cracking and horse. He was battered up quite badly. Although he had all his limbs people would figure that he would be better off without them. Seeing as how his arms were sticking out of their sockets, they were both limp and lifeless by his side. Blood was running down them… His face looked battered. Purple burses were beginning to appear. A chuckle left his lips as he fell forward. Lara looked shocked as the man fell on top of her.

She let out a shattering scream as they both fell down the steps. Pain was admitted onto her back. She was trying her best to stop the fall but to her dismay it had just made matters worse! Finally they both reach the bottom of the staircase. A blood trail leading to the top. Her back was exposed with cuts and burses all the way down. Blood was leaking through the remains of her clothing.

"Sir? Sir? Are you alright!?" She cried out.

There was no answer. A sudden shock ran through her body as she pushed the man of her and onto the side. His eyes were closed and it didn't seem as if he was breathing. "Sir!?" Lara yelled out in a panic. She laid her head down onto his chest, checking for a heartbeat…none. A realization suddenly hit her.

An hour has pasted and Lara was making her way downstairs. It was darker now but that didn't matter. In her hands she held a couple of bags. It was filled with children's clothing as well as her own and any bits of money that she could find.

"Goodbye…I promise I'll take care of them." –

The Chiba mansion stood darkly onto the vacuous grounds. The only light that could be seen was the one on the farthest corner to the right. You could hear laughter escaping from that room. Inside the light grew with intensity as well as the laughter. Mamoru stood over his mother as his small little hands tickling her in every which direction.

"Mam—Mam—Mamoru!!"

She said through a fit of giggles. A smirk appeared on his lips as he continued his attack, but all of a sudden he was thrown of his mother and onto the bed. Now it was his mother's turn to a attack. He tried to get away but his mother was too fast for him. "Mom!! Not fair!!! You're bigger!" He yelled trying his best not to laugh, but he failed…miserably.

A sudden 'Ahem' stopped the pair as they both looked up to find the person that stopped their activity. There in front of them stood a young man. His body was leaning against the doorframe as a small smile appeared across his lips. "Mind if I join you?" He asked in a begging tone. Mamoru's blue eyes lit up in an instant as he watched his father walk over—

Five years had pasted from that day, and no one knew of the whereabouts or whatever happened to the Tsukino family. Rumors say that they were murdered. Some say that they killed themselves, but whatever the reason the people lived there lives as if nothing ever happened. The Chiba family was prosperous as time pasted. No could compete with there company…nor would anyone want to.

Unbeknownst to the Chibas' two children were growing up well and strong. The day was young—

Well that still wasn't as um…happy as I wanted it to be. But o well, ne? Hope you liked it! And PLZ leave me a review!

Next Chapter- The Beginning of Childhood Memories

Summary- Facts have been faced, the matter that dwelled on the first generations mind has now become a haunting memory. But forgive and forget is never as easy as it sounds… But the beginning of a friendship is unfolding between two foes…

A/N- I want to give a thank you to everyone that gave me a review! I'm sorry about the POV's and I really am trying not to do that too often. But you see it is kind of a habit… And I will try to master that fault of mine. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. It was still a bit depressing but the ending turned out the way that I wanted it too! And I assure you that the next chapter will be much more happy…I hope. Well questions, comments, flames are all welcome in the review! Yes, as said flames are indeed welcome. I really do want to get better at my writings but I do hope that the criticism that I might get are really worth what I did. I did try my best now and I do hope that I get comments as well. Hope you all enjoy and don't forget to review!

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