Forgotten Truths Arc (pt.3)

Chapter 1: Meetings, History and baby-Cliffhangers)

Also Titled Memories

Naori's P.O.V

By Hannah-chan

You should wake up, little one. You're friends are worried.

I blinked. "Friends?"

Yes, of course. The Sailor Senshi of this planet.

"...Senshi? Who?"

The lady smiled cheerfully.

All in due time little one, all in due time. The woman in front of me looked thoughtful. Do you know where Rau is?

"Rau? ...Rau! Oh no? What happened to him?"

I'm not sure what happened to him after I left Cam'Wethrin.

Just great. Now my mounting panic erupted into full-blown horror.

But I'm sure you'll find him, little one.

"Oh. Ok." Slightly better. She said I'll find him. So he didn't get killed by the giant ogre-vampire thingy.

All I've left for you on this planet are the last few memories of your home on CamWethrin. Alas, your memories –and power—are yet to come.

"Power?" I perked.

The lady laughed. Yes, now for the third time. Wake. Up

"Rei... Did you kill her?"

"Of course I didn't, meatball head. I only shook her hand!"

"You must have done something! Why else would she have collapsed?"

The blue-haired woman sighed. "You two, hush. I think she's waking up."

I had, in fact woken up quite a few seconds before, to witness the two's little spat, but I raised my head from between my knees, and groaned. A dull, but insanely painful throb was developing between my eyes. I was getting a serious headache. Either that, or brain freeze. I somehow doubted the latter.

I pulled off my sunglasses, and set them on the floor next to me, and rubbed my eyes. All three of the friends where leaning over me insistently. The girl with short blue hair was the first to speak to me. "Um... are you alright? My mother is a doctor; she works just down the street..." She trailed off helpfully.

"Oh, no I'm fine. Thank you, though." An annoying ringing started in my ears, and I winced. "I think I'll just go home and lay down. I'm getting the King of Migraines, here." The girl opened a bag that she had been carrying, and pulled out a bottle of mild-painkillers. I practically leapt upon her.

"Thankyuthankyouthankyou."

She laughed. "By the way, my name is Ami. That's Usagi, and you've already met Rei."

I arched an eyebrow at her suspicious lack of surname, but didn't comment.

"I don't think I finished my introduction. It's Naori."

"Ah, nice to meet you, Naori. So, you're sure you'll be fine?"

"Positive. Oh, but come to think of it; this just may be the aftereffects of the coma. Anyhow, thanks!" I pulled my glasses back from the floor, and pushed them up my nose, grinning idiotically. Giving a quick wave, I dashed out of the store.

"COMA?!" Usagi shrieked.

The first thing I did upon arriving home was scramble madly for some serious, heavy-dosed, painkillers.

The second thing I did was sit down firmly on my bed, and stretch out along the tree of energy. I could feel my Companions, and collapsed on the bed happily. I was momentarily worried upon finding out that they couldn't feel me, but was reassured by the fact that they wouldn't remember having that link if they hadn't gotten their memories back.

And remembered that I was starving beyond belief.

I ended up with carrots and peanut butter. Yay.

Setting down at the table, I crunched noisily on my snack, and shifted through the mail. Just another ritual habit, knowing I wouldn't be getting mail this early in the home. But what I saw stopped me dead.

Printed in neat, cursive hand writing across the middle of a large, manila envelope was:

Madame Hell Fyre

Color drained from my face, literally. Anyone who knew me by that name was either dead or didn't remember me.

Rica sauntered into the dining area, followed closely by her sister. I didn't know her name, and truthfully, I didn't care.

The elder girl arched an eyebrow curiously at what she saw I was holding. "Oh yeah. Got that today. I'll just put it back into the mailbox. It doesn't even have an address in on it."

I had noticed this. Blinking, I slowly put down the carrot that was dangling from my fingers, and tore open the top of the envelope.

"Eh, Naori? You notice how the name says Hell Fyre?"

"Yes."

"So it isn't yours. Is it?"

"Yes."

"It is?"

"Yes."

"...Oh. Ok. You should let me know about these things. I could've thrown it away or something."

"Yes."

She arched an eyebrow at me curiously. "You alright? No, wait, let me guess. Yes, right?"

"Yes."

She rolled her eyes, and dragged her younger sister into the kitchen. I pulled out the contents of the envelope, and gasped. They both poked their heads around the corner to look at me.

"You alright?"

"Oh. My. God."

Rica and her sister shared a curious look, and picked up the sheets of paper I was holding. And blinked.

"Naori?"

"Uh-huh?"

"This is a house deed."

"I noticed that, thank you."

"And it's been signed. Which means it belongs to you."

"Yep."

"Oh. My. God!"

I blinked, and looked up at her. "What?"

"This... this is the Mansion of Willow Hill."

"Mansion?"

"Uh-huh."

"Sweet. Let me see that."

She handed me the papers, and I scrunched my eyes at the signature. "I can't read it."

"Too bad."

"I agree."

Rica's sister sighed exasperatedly. "Look, go see if the deed's legal, and if it is, just move into the damn place. If anyone comes to kick you out, it would be illegal, because you'd own it."

I blinked. "You're very smart for a ten year old."

"I'm thirteen."

"Riiight. Aheh."

"So, was it legal?" Rica's sister asked from her position on the couch. She and Rica were watching Weiss Kreuz, and popped a piece of popcorn into her mouth.

"Yeah. Oddly enough. I was going to go check out the house. Anyone wanna come?"

Both of the Adue sisters bounced to their feet immediately. The eldest turned off the TV.