By Hotaru Hope Maxwell
I don't own SM or WK, but Ayame Nekoni does belong to me. Bye J !
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Dull blue colored eyes stared out the window as a silent sigh escaped Omi's heart and mouth. He glanced at the sleeping figure in the other corner of the room and shook his head sadly. "Why, Father?" He whispered softly and turned back to watch the sun slowly rise in the window's little view. A rough hand touched his shoulder. "Hey there, Omi…" Yohji stood before the young teenager grinning softly. His crystal blue eyes locked with the orbs of Omi's. "Oh…Hello Yohji…" The teen turned his brownish hair toward the window again as he stared out at the unexciting world before him. "You're thinking about what the Little Missy said, aren't you, Omi?" Yohji stated his tone serious. Omi turned to him, eyes brimmed with tears. "It's…. It's just that…" He stopped, glancing at Hotaru's shadowy form from the corner of his blue eyes. "You are a Takatori…" Yohji grunted and leaned against the frame of the wall sighing. "Listen. We've told you a million times, you aren't Mamoru Takatori, and you are Omi Tsukino. How long does that have to take to stick into your little pee brain!" Yohji hissed, trying to hide a yell. He didn't wish to wake the distressed girl in the bed near by. "I know that Yohji. Father isn't my father anymore, not after he killed Ayuka, his own child…I just…. I just don't understand why…" Omi turned to look at Yohji straight in the eye. "I don't think any of us will…" The blonde haired man pushed up his shades and gave an upset grunt. "Aya and Ken left almost half an hour ago. I promised we'd meet them…So are you coming or not?" Yohji began to walk to the door. "Yes Yohji. In a minute." Yohji shut the door a chuckle on his features knowingly. Omi sighed and walked over to the 'sleeping goddess' in his mind and bent next to her. "Miss Hotaru. We're going out for a few minutes. It won't be long." He gave out softly as he tucked the white sheets and blanket around the young woman, tightening her into the warmth that the cool blankets shared and gave her. "I promise." He grinned shyly as he blushed lightly and got up and left the room quietly and quickly.
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After a few minutes and the sound of a speeding threesome of engines occurred, dark violet eyes opened. Black hair was pushed from their viewpoint as the young teenager sat up in the comfy bed. "What do I do now?" She whispered, clutching her knees to her chest. "Omi is a Takatori…But…" She stopped and looked down. "Oh Chronos father, why do you curse me so?" A single tear ran down a pale cheek. She couldn't, no wouldn't believe it. The boy, who had comforted her, made her more her again, was the same child of the man who killed Ayame. "No…. Omi said he wasn't a Takatori anymore. It must have taken every ounce he had to do it, just like me…" She whispered, looking out the window. Pulling her chin over her knees she sighed softly, "He's just like me…We're the same…"
A slow creaking of the door caused Hotaru to give a startled gasp. She turned quickly and saw a red haired woman entered. The woman had scarlet eyes and was dressed in a tight red and black business suit. "Hello Ms. Hotaru Tomoe. My name is Manx." The woman smiled softly. Hotaru glared at her, uneasy and untrusting. Her legs became untangled as she prepared for any sudden movements. Her violet orbs were solid ice, cold and headstrong, stone and uncaring. The woman smirked and began, "I have a proposition for you that I think you might have interest in…."
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"Man…am I ever beat!" Yohji complained as they made their way up the stairs. Aya, who was in front of the group suddenly stopped, is violet eyes harshly cold. "What's wrong, Aya?" Ken asked, lowering his arms from a lazy stretch. "You guys didn't leave the lights on." Aya replied in a stony voice. "No…I made sure I turned them off before we left, so not to wake Ms. Hotaru." Omi told him, looking at the door. A bright yellow crease outlined the slender holes that shaped under the door. "The little missy!" Yohji and Omi rushed past Aya with a stern speed and broke the door open swiftly. Before them was a sight.
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Manx was sitting at the table, her brief case next to her while Hotaru Tomoe was standing by the stove. She turned to blink and look at them. "Oh my. Hello. I'm sorry. I woke up and Ms. Manx here told me you went to do some extra work while I was asleep. She said it was alright if I made some tea for us…I hope you don't mind," Hotaru whispered in a soft bell like tone. Her eyes were down cast as she occasionally looked up at the four men. They stood there blinking and looking on curiously. Omi was down right almost drooling. She still wore the shirt and pants from before, but now, she had on an apron of dull blue to boot. A light pink blush scattered across her features as she looked down and then yelped when the teakettle screamed. Brightly red she lifted the teakettle off of the stove and motioned to place the kettle down. Manx giggled and spoke out, "Ms. Hotaru, can I have some more tea please." "Alright, Ms. Manx. Just a second." Hotaru moved gracefully over and powered the tea into Manx's extended cup. She then poured some more in a few other cups. Aya silently walked over, took up one cup, sat next to Manx and sipped it without another word…
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"Thanks for the lift…" Hotaru told Yohji as she slowly shut the door. "Omi sends his love!" Yohji cried through it. Hotaru gasped as a bright blush covered her features. She opened the door to see Yohji walking down the hallway laughing. "Night Little Missy!" He called out. "Goodnight Mr. Yohji. Have a safe trip." She waved and shut the door. As she slid the double lock on she sighed. Looking around she smiled sadly. "I'm home, Mina-chan…" She whispered to herself. "Hotaru!" A loud voice screeched. Hotaru glanced up to see white fuzz run at her ankles. "Good evening Artemis." She shook her head at the lunar cat. "Where have you been! I almost called the outers!" He shouted. "And the Inners?" She crossed her arms. "They…. Hotaru…I got some bad news…" Hotaru flinched somewhat her eyes becoming distant. "What is it?" She almost wished she hadn't asked. "The Inners, or Raye, Usagi and Mamoru…They've decided it's better if they join up with Ami in Germany. She's reported Youja activity." He stated, eyes looking from the floor to Hotaru's small black shoed feet. "Oh…Is that all?" She stated, glancing out at the painting of Michiru's that decorated the wall. "The Outers are going with them Hotaru. I mean…Well Haruka and Michiru have decides to go with them. What with Makoto and Minako missing, and no sign of Setsuna…" Artemis stated uneasily. "I will remain here Artemis. I will not leave this country." She glanced at him and walked past the small animal. "Wait Hotaru! What do you mean? You have to go! For the Princess!" He shouted at her. Hotaru turned, a memory taking over.
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Manx stared hard at her, turning her back. "Sometimes loyalties must be pushed aside Ms. Tomoe. So that the truth and justice will prevail. Only when everyone is gone, when all is clear and unclouded by friends and enemies, then the heart is ready to accept that as a truth." Swiftly turning around, the flaming haired woman spoke. "We must remove ourselves of all ties if we want to fight without boundaries to ensure the peace of tomorrow…" The woman smiled softly, "A flower is as dangerous as one makes it…"
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Hotaru looked softly at him, "A flower is as dangerous as one makes it. Someone has to stay and defend Japan, Artemis. I will do it." She turned back around and began walking to her bed. Artemis looked at her confused, "A flower is as dangerous as one makes it?" He questioned softly to himself. "What does that mean?"
TBC….