Chibimamoru: Small Lady's Otooto-chan (Revised)
Prologue
Author's Notes: Hey minna!! I just finished "What the Future Holds" and was working on Chapter 14 of Mamoru's Journey when I came across another neglected story of mine, "Chibimamoru: Small Lady's Otooto-chan." I have decided to rewrite this story, fix some old errors, and repost it. Hope you enjoy!!
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On top the top floor of a small private orphanage just outside of Crystal Tokyo, a small boy with sad midnight-blue eyes stared out the second floor window of the 3 – 8 year old boys room. He sighed dejectedly. The view was the same as always – same old dusty road, same old rusty swing set, same old bullies throwing their weight around, same cruel life. Why had he been left here? Why did he not have parents like the rest of the world? Why couldn't he remember anything from before the Nemesis Attack?
The little boy looked up to the sky. "Onee-san, are you up there? Why did you leave me here?" He put his hand up to his neck grabbing hold of the old chain wrapped around it. Pulling the chain out from under his dirty charity-donated blue shirt, he wrapped his tiny hands around the little blue key at the end of the chain.
That key was he only link to the past – well, that and the little white cat head toy – known as A.B. – he had been found with. The little boy glanced back at his bed, the nearest one to the window and the farthest one from the door. A.B. lay lifelessly on his pillow. He had been broken in the Nemesis attack.
No one could quite figure out what the strange-looking toy was for, but the little boy refused to let them throw it away. He liked to pretend it was his friend. He carried it everywhere. Sometimes, he liked to talk to it when no one else was around.
Getting down off the window seat, the boy picked the little toy up off the bed and carried it back to the window seat. Sighing, he looked down into A.B.'s lifeless blue eyes. "A.B., do you think Mommy and Daddy are looking for me? Do you think Onee-san will ever come back for me?" Tears filled the boy's large midnight-blue eyes. "I wish you could talk back to me, A.B."
The small boy pressed a little button that was A.B.'s nose. There was a small crackling noise that lasted for a moment and then stopped. Again, the boy sighed. He hadn't really expected anything to happen. "Mommy, Daddy, please come get me." He thought. Holding A.B. tightly in his arms, he cried softly. "If only I knew what this stupid key was for."
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Meanwhile about a half hour drive away, the Royalty of Crystal Tokyo was preparing for another normal Saturday. Princess Usagi Small Lady Serenity was up early as she usually was on weekends and holidays. She skipped through the castle towards the kitchen for breakfast happily humming a tune she had made up. "Saturday – Saturday – cartoons all day, and no school for me!! Hum, hum, hum – hum, hum, hum." Her mother Neo Queen Serenity had yet to start the day and was still asleep in the large bed she shared with her husband, King Endymion.
The King of Earth, however, had not slept well the night before. He had been up for hours standing out on the balcony just outside his and Serenity's personal sitting room. He had been up early enough to watch the sunrise up over the horizon.
For a while, the beauty of the sun reflecting off the crystalline city had distracted him, but now his mind was once again locked in the scene from the night before. Two days ago, he had sent Nicholas, one of his top generals, on yet another search through yet another orphanage. This one required a three-hour plane ride and a half-hour bus ride to get to. When he had returned on Friday afternoon, he had brought more bad news – NO LUCK.
Neo King Endymion sighed. "Three years." He thought. "Three years and still no sign of him." Leaning against the railing off the balcony, he starred out over Earth's beautiful capital, Crystal Tokyo.
Three years ago, that same beautiful city had been nothing but a deserted wasteland. Three years ago, King Endymion had met his past self, Sailor Moon, and the 20th century Sailor Senshi on their trip to the future. Three years ago, his six-year-old daughter, Chibiusa, and his three-year- old son, Chibimamo, had been sent on a long trip back to the 20th century.
King Endymion had felt it safe to send the two children back into the past. Just because HE hadn't met his son in the past, didn't mean he couldn't send him there for protection. Obviously, the Chibiusa they had met had been from a different future. She never mentioned having a little brother –
–But she wasn't from a different time line. This was the same future he had visited. His son never came home after the journey, because he never made it to the 20th century. According to Pluto, he had never even entered the time warp.
Whatever could have happened to him? Was he alive? Was he dead? Did he get lost? Why hadn't he tried to find his way back home? Why couldn't they contact him with the A.B. cathead they had given him? Wasn't that why they had given the "toys" to their two children – so they could contact someone if they needed help?
King Endymion sighed heavily. For about the bazillionth time in the last three years, his mind wandered back to when his son was little. He had been an absolute angel of a child – everything they could have hoped for. He had his father's looks, his mother's big heart, his grandmother's calming personality, and his father's love of red roses. Though much to curious for his own good, he rarely ever got in trouble. A five minute "time out" was typically enough to cure any bad behavior that came up. They couldn't have asked for a better child.
Then, there was Small Lady. His daughter had always had to be the oddball of the family. No one in either his line or Serenity had ever had red eyes – or pink hair for that matter. Then again, Mercury had blue hair and Saturn had purple hair, so it really wasn't THAT unusual.
Her looks, however, weren't the only troubling thing about her. Sometimes, she was an absolute sweetheart – the perfect match for her brother – but other times, she seemed almost – evil. She could be horribly stubborn. Not to mention, she was too cute for her own good and loved to use this to her advantage.
Chibiusa and Chibimamo were as different as night and day – or light and dark. He shut his eyes as the old familiar thought ran through his mind. Why hadn't Chibimamo made it back to the 20th century with his older sister? Why didn't Chibiusa ever mention her little brother to Usagi or Mamoru or the Senshi? Shouldn't SHE have been keeping an eye on him?
King Endymion shook his head violently forcing the evil thoughts out of his mind. He was being ridiculous. Chibiusa was only six at the time. She couldn't have possibly had anything to do with her brother's disappearance. She was to little do anything – just a scared little kid. Right? Right.
"I am worrying over nothing." He told himself. Turning around, he forced himself to walk back inside the castle. His daughter would be up now. If he headed downstairs now, they could still have breakfast together. Maybe he should take her into the gardens or they could go to town after breakfast. True, she insisted on buying something every time they went to town, but at they very least it would take his mind off of his lost son. "My son." He thought. "Where is my son?"
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Author's Notes: I think I'll stop there. What do you think? I think this will make a good start. Poor Chibimamo-chan. Poor Endymion. I think this is even better than my previous attempt, don't you? Tell me what you think. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW!! REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!!!!
Prologue
Author's Notes: Hey minna!! I just finished "What the Future Holds" and was working on Chapter 14 of Mamoru's Journey when I came across another neglected story of mine, "Chibimamoru: Small Lady's Otooto-chan." I have decided to rewrite this story, fix some old errors, and repost it. Hope you enjoy!!
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On top the top floor of a small private orphanage just outside of Crystal Tokyo, a small boy with sad midnight-blue eyes stared out the second floor window of the 3 – 8 year old boys room. He sighed dejectedly. The view was the same as always – same old dusty road, same old rusty swing set, same old bullies throwing their weight around, same cruel life. Why had he been left here? Why did he not have parents like the rest of the world? Why couldn't he remember anything from before the Nemesis Attack?
The little boy looked up to the sky. "Onee-san, are you up there? Why did you leave me here?" He put his hand up to his neck grabbing hold of the old chain wrapped around it. Pulling the chain out from under his dirty charity-donated blue shirt, he wrapped his tiny hands around the little blue key at the end of the chain.
That key was he only link to the past – well, that and the little white cat head toy – known as A.B. – he had been found with. The little boy glanced back at his bed, the nearest one to the window and the farthest one from the door. A.B. lay lifelessly on his pillow. He had been broken in the Nemesis attack.
No one could quite figure out what the strange-looking toy was for, but the little boy refused to let them throw it away. He liked to pretend it was his friend. He carried it everywhere. Sometimes, he liked to talk to it when no one else was around.
Getting down off the window seat, the boy picked the little toy up off the bed and carried it back to the window seat. Sighing, he looked down into A.B.'s lifeless blue eyes. "A.B., do you think Mommy and Daddy are looking for me? Do you think Onee-san will ever come back for me?" Tears filled the boy's large midnight-blue eyes. "I wish you could talk back to me, A.B."
The small boy pressed a little button that was A.B.'s nose. There was a small crackling noise that lasted for a moment and then stopped. Again, the boy sighed. He hadn't really expected anything to happen. "Mommy, Daddy, please come get me." He thought. Holding A.B. tightly in his arms, he cried softly. "If only I knew what this stupid key was for."
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Meanwhile about a half hour drive away, the Royalty of Crystal Tokyo was preparing for another normal Saturday. Princess Usagi Small Lady Serenity was up early as she usually was on weekends and holidays. She skipped through the castle towards the kitchen for breakfast happily humming a tune she had made up. "Saturday – Saturday – cartoons all day, and no school for me!! Hum, hum, hum – hum, hum, hum." Her mother Neo Queen Serenity had yet to start the day and was still asleep in the large bed she shared with her husband, King Endymion.
The King of Earth, however, had not slept well the night before. He had been up for hours standing out on the balcony just outside his and Serenity's personal sitting room. He had been up early enough to watch the sunrise up over the horizon.
For a while, the beauty of the sun reflecting off the crystalline city had distracted him, but now his mind was once again locked in the scene from the night before. Two days ago, he had sent Nicholas, one of his top generals, on yet another search through yet another orphanage. This one required a three-hour plane ride and a half-hour bus ride to get to. When he had returned on Friday afternoon, he had brought more bad news – NO LUCK.
Neo King Endymion sighed. "Three years." He thought. "Three years and still no sign of him." Leaning against the railing off the balcony, he starred out over Earth's beautiful capital, Crystal Tokyo.
Three years ago, that same beautiful city had been nothing but a deserted wasteland. Three years ago, King Endymion had met his past self, Sailor Moon, and the 20th century Sailor Senshi on their trip to the future. Three years ago, his six-year-old daughter, Chibiusa, and his three-year- old son, Chibimamo, had been sent on a long trip back to the 20th century.
King Endymion had felt it safe to send the two children back into the past. Just because HE hadn't met his son in the past, didn't mean he couldn't send him there for protection. Obviously, the Chibiusa they had met had been from a different future. She never mentioned having a little brother –
–But she wasn't from a different time line. This was the same future he had visited. His son never came home after the journey, because he never made it to the 20th century. According to Pluto, he had never even entered the time warp.
Whatever could have happened to him? Was he alive? Was he dead? Did he get lost? Why hadn't he tried to find his way back home? Why couldn't they contact him with the A.B. cathead they had given him? Wasn't that why they had given the "toys" to their two children – so they could contact someone if they needed help?
King Endymion sighed heavily. For about the bazillionth time in the last three years, his mind wandered back to when his son was little. He had been an absolute angel of a child – everything they could have hoped for. He had his father's looks, his mother's big heart, his grandmother's calming personality, and his father's love of red roses. Though much to curious for his own good, he rarely ever got in trouble. A five minute "time out" was typically enough to cure any bad behavior that came up. They couldn't have asked for a better child.
Then, there was Small Lady. His daughter had always had to be the oddball of the family. No one in either his line or Serenity had ever had red eyes – or pink hair for that matter. Then again, Mercury had blue hair and Saturn had purple hair, so it really wasn't THAT unusual.
Her looks, however, weren't the only troubling thing about her. Sometimes, she was an absolute sweetheart – the perfect match for her brother – but other times, she seemed almost – evil. She could be horribly stubborn. Not to mention, she was too cute for her own good and loved to use this to her advantage.
Chibiusa and Chibimamo were as different as night and day – or light and dark. He shut his eyes as the old familiar thought ran through his mind. Why hadn't Chibimamo made it back to the 20th century with his older sister? Why didn't Chibiusa ever mention her little brother to Usagi or Mamoru or the Senshi? Shouldn't SHE have been keeping an eye on him?
King Endymion shook his head violently forcing the evil thoughts out of his mind. He was being ridiculous. Chibiusa was only six at the time. She couldn't have possibly had anything to do with her brother's disappearance. She was to little do anything – just a scared little kid. Right? Right.
"I am worrying over nothing." He told himself. Turning around, he forced himself to walk back inside the castle. His daughter would be up now. If he headed downstairs now, they could still have breakfast together. Maybe he should take her into the gardens or they could go to town after breakfast. True, she insisted on buying something every time they went to town, but at they very least it would take his mind off of his lost son. "My son." He thought. "Where is my son?"
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Author's Notes: I think I'll stop there. What do you think? I think this will make a good start. Poor Chibimamo-chan. Poor Endymion. I think this is even better than my previous attempt, don't you? Tell me what you think. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW!! REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!!!!