Forgotten Truths

by Sade

When a new team of Sailor Senshi are pushed from their home in order to save it, what will become of them - What will become of their relationships with the Sailor Senshi of this galaxy?

2. Chapter 1

-/- Disclaimer(s): Suing me wouldn't be worth it. You'd get about two bucks... in change. ' Besides, I state openly that the Sailor Scouts and any other Sailor Moon characters are not mine. However, Naori, Dae, Merka, Rutha, Nim, and anyone else on my name list belongs to me. ME, you hear? shakes fist in futile manner And MSN? It's not mine either. --'

-/-All of the scouts names are Elven(taken from Tolkein's works), so that may be why

they're a bit funny.

-/- Feedback: I accept feedback, death threats, flames, links to your own fiction and credit card numbers.

-/- Succeeding chapters will be nowhere near the length that this chapter is. Meheh.

Forgotten Truths Arc (pt.1)

Chapter 1: Awakenings, stalkers, and all that jazz.(In no particular order)

Also Titled The Awakening of Hell

Naori's P.O.V

By Hannah-chan

If life gives you lemons,

just shut up and eat the damn lemons.

"Nnng." I was waking with a sharp pain in my ribs. And the poking didn't help much, either.

"Naori? Naori..." I batted the offender's hand away. "Oh, good, you're awake. We were worried."

"What happened?"

"We aren't quite sure. But mom thinks you fell from the rocks on your side." Oh, that would explain the pain in my ribs. "You have two broken ribs, a concussion, and all that jazz."

"All that jazz?" I tried unsuccessfully to pry open my eyes.

"Yes, all that jazz. What the hell were you thinking, rock climbing without a harness?"

"Umm..." A pause. "I wasn't wearing a harness?" I had managed to pry open my eyes to see my younger sister sigh in exasperation.

"The doctor did say you may have a mild case of amnesia of those events. Oh well. Asking a stupid question here; are you alright?"

"I think I'll live."

"Pity. I wanted your room."

"Bitch."

"Harpy." She grinned. "Well, you are ok, then." Seler leaned over to press a kiss onto my forehead, and flittered out of the room.

I sighed, and let out a violent curse as pain speed up my side. "Lovely." I buried my face in the pillows again, which smelled faintly of the hospital, and blacked out.

I woke again sometime in the middle of the night, relieved that the luminescent lights that lit the room were off. I turned my head to the side of the room, where a clock sat underneath an open window, and stars twinkled at me merrily. I smiled. Apparently, Sel knew more about me than I thought.

The clocked flickered, and the minutes jumped. It now read 4:36 in happy tones of neon green. I blinked numbly at the numbers; they weren't quite registering in my brain. Oh well, I knew it was late. I stretched, and curled my toes, content in the fact that no pain had disabled me from that simple movement.

Rubbing my eyes, I turned, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, and was surprised to notice the lack of hospital gown. In it's place where silk pajama bottoms and an overly-large cotton shirt.

Geeze. If that little brat's been spying on me, she's more than dead. But I couldn't help smilling at this sudden burst of compassion

And blinked. Leaning against the table next to the bed was a shoulder-bag made out of old jeans. I grinned triumphantly, and snatched it up, pulling the laptop out.

To my surprise, as soon as the clock blinked to 4:41, a nurse bustled in. I liked her immediately. She was the kind of woman that reminded me of my grandmother; that old feeling mixed in with cookies and free cash.

She adjusted her glasses to see me awake, and smiled.

"Oh good, you're awake. I wouldn't fancy having to wake you up at this hour of the night."

I blinked at her mutely.

She chuckled. "I'm supposed to come in every few hours to makes sure you didn't slip back into your coma."

"Oh," I knitted my eyebrows, "I don't remember you coming in before now."

She smiled, and nodded. "Yes, I expect you wouldn't; I only need to wake you for a second."

"Thank you."

"Any time, dearie. Anything you need?"

I shook my head, then paused. "Yes, actually, is there a telephone jack in here?"

She pondered this for a second. "Yes, I think so. There should be one right next to your bed."

I blinked at this, and turned, twisting my neck to look next to my bed, then on the other side, where I found the jack., and plugged the phone cord into it happily.

"Thank you."

"Anything I can do to help, dearie, that's what I'm here for." She gave me a heart-warming smile, and left.

Pushing the top of my computer open, the familiar chime of Start-up rang in my ears. I blinked, and froze.

Wait... Did she say COMA?! Sel didn't mention a coma! What day is it?

I pulled up the MSN© news page, and arched an eyebrow suspiciously. Six days had passed since the rock-climbing trip that the family was going on began . I calculated. We had arrived on the first day, and set up camp. The second day, we had gone to explore, and ended up swimming in a lake that we had found. On the third day, we had actually gone climbing. So, I had been out for three days straight.

I let out a surprised squeak. For the next hour answered the mass of new emails in my mailbox.

As soon as I hit the last :Send:, a chime rang, and a small box popped up in the right hand corner of my screen.

"Funny," I wrinkled my nose, "I don't remember logging onto my IM. "

But I shrugged, and clicked on the message. I didn't recognize the Username, so I clicked on the sender's name, pulling up their bio. At least, I had intended to do so. When the page loaded, the caption read simply: 'This user does not exist. Please enter a valid username.' That spiked my interest.

I turned back towards the message window. The user had signed off, restricting me from sending any message back. Turning my attention back towards the received message, I noticed a link. Making sure all of my virus protection programs where up and running, I clicked on it.

Kanji littered the screen that appeared. Apparently, the sender had sent me to a Japanese news page.

"How did they know I could read Kanji?" I blinked, and suspected it to be a wild guess. Scrolling down slightly, I saw something that caught my interest.

Today, just outside of Kyoto's city limits, A young girl was miraculously saved from a giant bird-creature by a woman with long raven hair, carrying ofuda. Mysteriously, she dispelled the creature, and hasn't been seen since. Bystanders call her Sailor Mars, Senshi of-

I snorted, and closed the window. Sailor Mars, Senshi of Fire, Ruler of the planet Mars. I had heard it all before. If it wasn't one sort of publicity stunt, it was another.

I glanced over at the clock, which now read 5:48, and closed my laptop, slipping it back into the bag.

Curling up under the covers, I couldn't help wonder why I had been sent the message, and, more importantly, who it was from.

"Hey, Sel?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you know of any virus or bug going around that sends anonymous Instant Messages?"

She blinked at me. "Haven't heard of any recently. Why?"

I opened my mouth to tell her about what had happened earlier this morning, but what came out was, "No reason; nothing important."

She arched an eyebrow at me, and replied, "I can find out, if you want."

I shook my head. "No, that's ok. I said it was nothing important."

Why the hell did I say that?

"Hey, Sel?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

She blinked. "For what?"

"Last night, brining me my laptop, and the extra pair of clothes. And the open window."

She wrinkled her forehead. "I did no such thing."

I gaped at her. Openly. "B-But..."

Oh crap. I'm being stalked!

No, I am not being stalked, I told my subconscious firmly. Why would I be? Besides. You have a mother who could have come in last night, too, ya' know.

But she doesn't know you sleep with your windows open.

And a stalker would?

....Hell yes.

"Naori?"

"Y-yes, Sel?"

"Are you ok?" She raised an eyebrow at me.

"Yes, f-fine."

"Bullshit." I blinked at her.

"You're stuttering. You have never stuttered."

I licked my lips and tried to focus better on my sister.

"I'm fine, Sel, no worries. Hakuna Matada."

She twitched. "I'm fifteen. Don't do that."

"Right." Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. "C'min!"

I nearly fell out of my bed at the sight that walked in. I'm sure I would have, if I were in a compromising position. My sister and I both had to snap our mouths shut.

"Oh, hello. You look considerably better. I don't believe you've met me, have you? My name is Dr. Fallaner." The man said, grinning cheerfully, and leaned over my sister's shoulder to shake my hand. She squeaked as his shoulder-length, honey colored hair brushed over her cheek.

Seler blinked stupidly, and voiced my thoughts. "Y-you're her doctor?"

"The one and only. Anyhow, let's get onto business, shall we?" My sister, however look like she very much didn't want to get on to business, and instead drag him back home in a silk box.

I shot her a glare, and nodded. "Alright."

"You just need to fill out the release papers, and you'll be set to go home."

I could have kissed the man. Well, I probably would have without much help, but still. I was leaving! I hadn't had a decent cup of coffee in what, three days?

"Wait a minute." Sel interrupted. "Mom checked her in. Shouldn't she be the one to sign the discharge papers?"

I sighed. "Sel, I'm a legal adult, so I have to do this myself. I probably would've check myself in as well, ya' know, if I was conscious."

"....Oh. But you're only nineteen!"

"Legal adult, nonetheless."

She blinked owlishly at me.

"I'm over Eighteen, Sel. That makes me a legal adult."

"....Oh. So does that mean you can move out and give me your room?" She said, perking.

I blinked at her.

"Okkaaaaay. I'll take that as a no, then. Aheh."

"Very good." I rolled my eyes, and flipped through the papers on the clipboard, (somehow) oblivious to the doctor in the corner, who was watching my sister and I with a mild interest.

I blinked at the second to last paper in the stack. "Your headquarters are in Japan?"

He nodded, smilling, "Just outside of Kyoto."

I could feel the color drain from my face. "Um, I have a small question. How common are hallucinations in post-coma stages?"

He arched an eyebrow. "Slim to none. Why, are you having any?"

I bit my lip, debating. If I said yes, there was no doubt that I would be held longer. "Ah, no. It was just an awkward dream. Nevermind."

He gave me a suspicious glance as if he knew it quite wasn't 'just an awkward dream', but wisely said nothing. But something was wrong. Sel had stated with a certain amount of relish that she had not brought me my clothes and laptop, yet here they were.

Nonetheless, I signed the papers, and handed them back to the doctor, who excused himself politely.

Marg. For now.

Added Names(in order of appearance):

Name/Pronunciation (meaning) Person

Seler/Sell.er (Sel/Sel) Sister (I was feeling decidedly

unoriginal. X.x; ) Naori's sister

FallanerFall.en.er Healer (More un-original-ness.) Naori's doctor

Allasse/Al.Ay.say(Laci/Lay.cee) Joy Naori's Neighbor

Ahrica/Ah.ree.ka (Rica/Ree.cia) Version of Airica; copper Naori's

roommate

Cam'Wethrin/Cam.Weth.ren Thief FT's home world

Shahal/Shah.hal Version of Shae; ocean Energy Tree.

Cora'dae/Cor.ah.day ----- Black Priests;

Evil's healers

Amith-Ra/Ah.mith.rah. ----- Cath's Squad

Welthrina/Well.three.nah Deceit Quad member #2

Vesta Matrimony Rica's sister