Chapter 10: Past Revelation
As was becoming a habit for them, Terry and Yusuke were wandering the city.
"Why are we here?" Yusuke said a loud for the tweleth time.
"Because May insisted that she needed some time alone. It was almost
like she sent us 'out to play,'" Terry finally answered. "I actually agree
with you on this one Yusuke. Sending us out with no purpose makes no sense- What is it,
Yusuke?" Terry asked, noticing that Yusuke paused.
"Something doesn't feeling right," was all the teen said before he shifted to into
a battle mode.
That put Terry on alert as well...and that was why he managed to hear the whisper. He
couldn't make out the words, but he was pretty sure they weren't good.
"Get down!" Terry shouted as he tackled Yusuke.
As they both hit the growth, some ball of energy wizzed over them and into the alley.
It came into contact with something and an explosion was heard.
"What in the hell was THAT?!" Yusuke asked from the ground.
"And who the hell is that?" Terry asked as he looked behind him and noticed a woman
standing on a building in the distance...in an outfit similar to that one that May
wore to prove her story to him.
Yusuke followed his gaze. "Yeah, who's the freak on the building?"
At this point the woman walked away from the edge of the roof and seemed to disappear.
And, as they got off the ground, Terry and Yusuke both tried to figure out what
just happened...and why the people around them all seemed to be talking about
something called the sailor senshi.
*****
As Pluto left the roof, she groaned in frustration. The preemptive strike
had missed. It would have been so much easier if she had managed to
injure the reincarnated Tremaine and Arlington. She still wasn't sure
how they dodged her attack. It was almost if they knew she was there.
'Well, if I can't remove the threat of family, I'll neutralize the threat
of love,' Pluto thought as she headed to her next destination. If she
could get Daniella safely out of the picture and off-limits, Endymion
would only have the princess to turn to. The sooner she made sure Daniella
was married off, the better.
*****
As Reika walked into the arcade, she was...well, nervous. Motoki had
called all excited about something. Reika knew it was something that
had to do with the wedding. She really didn't want to talk about the
wedding, however. The dreams kept coming; these dreams where she was
marrying someone else long ago...at least preparing to. The latest
dreams really disturbed her because she finally saw her Endy...and
recognized him.
Like all her other dreams, this one was set at a palace. She was in
a garden surrounded by beautiful flowers. She seemed to be lost in
thought when a pair of arms surrounded her and a bunch of golden
orchids appeared in front of her.
"Good afternoon, my lady," said a male voice lovingly.
Reika felt herself smile and lean back into the arms. She "knew" this
person...at least she did in her dreams, so she didn't turn around.
She felt herself smile, "Good afternoon, love." She took the orchids.
"Thank you." Then she laughed, "That ability of yours to create flowers
out of thin air is really useful, isn't it?"
The male laughed, "It has gotten me out of a lot of hot water with
Mummy. White lilies or tea roses just work wonders." Reika
felt him smile briefly and then become more serious. "Do you think
we could just duck out of this?"
"Your highness," Reika heard herself say in a slightly reprimanding, but
supportive voice, "you really should be in attendance. It is a
discussion of a domestic concern with possible consequences. It
is also a very tricky situation. In your role as heir apparent,
protector of the land you should be present. It is also training
for when you have to lead them yourself. Besides, I'm sure your
father would appreciate the help. Protocal demands that-"
She felt the man kiss her head, "I know. Those are the political
reasons at least. But, couldn't we just not be there? Go out
and enjoy the sunset? Our picture of the happy couple-to-be
is important."
Reika felt herself smile...and struggle to still sound serious,
"Yes, our happiness is important...but so are our people. They
actually come first. I'll always be here to walk with you
through the garden and watch the sunset. There won't always
be situations where you have the chance to help on such a big
scale." She sighed. "I know you are nervous, but you can do
it. You've talked to me about this issue numerous times.
I believe in your ability; I always have and I always will."
The arms around her tighted briefly but gently, "I'm so glad I
have you in my life, Dani."
"I love you too, Endy," Reika heard herself say as she turned
around to look at the man who held her. In that moment, she
lost herself in his blue eyes as she drifted forward for a kiss
and then...
She had shot out of bed, horrified. For weeks she had dreamed of
marrying this "Endy"...but she had never really been able to
identify who this person was among the people in her dreams.
Part of her still hoped that it would turn out to be Motoki...
or some random stranger. Instead, this dream love of her life
was the worse person possible...her fiance's best friend, Mamoru
Chiba. What kind of person was she that she was dreaming of
marrying her fiance's best friend? And, with dreams like this,
would it be fair to marry Motoki?
She still hadn't answered those questions in her mind...and now
Motoki wanted to see her. 'Why now? I can't handle this today,'
Reika thought to herself as she walked through the arcade doors.
She saw him almost immediately, behind the counter finishing up with
a customer. After he was finished he looked up, saw her and motioned
her over. After giving her a quick kiss, Motoki lauched into his
brainstorm.
"Reika, I've been noticing that planning the wedding has been a little
draining on you," Motoki began.
Reika froze. 'Please don't ask me why, please don't ask me why,' she
pleaded in her head over and over again.
It seemed that someone was listening because Motoki was focused on
something else, "And I know we had decided that we wanted this wedding
to be romantic, but we hadn't decided how to make that happen yet."
Reika nodded at this. Back when she first accepted Motoki's proposal
she had pushed for a big romantic wedding, in hopes that such a wedding
would destroy the few doubts she had about what she was doing. Up to this
point all that had done was add to her doubts.
Motoki was still speaking, however. Reika just tuned back in in time
to hear Motoki mention that tomorrow was the anniversary of the day
they met, so she really wasn't prepared when he said, "So the best
way to solve all of our problems is to elope tomorrow."
Reika started at her fiance in shock, "WHAT?!"
Startled by her violent reaction, Motoki repeated his suggestion, "We
could elope tomorrow."
"But, b-but-" Reika stuttered in confusion, "what about all of our plans?"
"We have the essentials. We can cancel the few bookings that we've made."
"And our friends, what about them? Or our families? Don't we want to
share this with them?" Reika asked.
"We can throw a huge reception afterwards and have them at that."
"But how can we throw a party that quickly? And who would preform
the ceremony? And were would we have it? And-"
Motoki smiled, "I have that all taken care of; all you have to do is
walk out the door with me."
"No!" Reika shreaked. "I can't do this. I can't."
That outburst erased Motoki's smile. Looking surprised, wary, and a
little hurt, "You can't elope...or you can't marry me?"
Reika just looked at him with eyes that communicated her guilt and
sorrow.
Motoki gripped tightened on the counter, "Reika, are you saying that you
can't marry me?"
"No! Yes! I don't know. But I can't - not now, I -" At this Reika's
voice broke. "I'm sorry but I can't...not today, I-" Tears ran down
her face as she looked up at Motoki and saw how much she was hurting
him. "I've gotta go," she said quietly. And with her hand over her
mouth to cover the sobs, she slowly got up and walked out of the
arcade. So wrapped up in her own confusion and pain, she wasn't even
sure if Motoki attempted to call her back.
*****
May left a nearby cafe after having tea, feeling a lot of things.
The most overwhelming feeling was the one of being trapped. She
was meeting with Mamoru tomorrow and she was wrestling with the
way she had manipulated him to get an audience. 'I've turned into
the people I am working against. How could I just manipulate a
person like that?! I mean, there had to be another way, didn't
there? And, even if this works, am I any better than the rouge
timewalker who started playing with time in the first place?'
May sighed, 'And, if it doesn't work, if I've ruined any chance
of convincing Mamoru, of getting him to believe the truth, how am
I going to tell Terry and Yusuke that their brother doesn't want
to meet them...really meet them because of something I did?'
Being as lost in thought, May wasn't paying any attention to where
she was going. For that reason, she didn't see the distraught woman
coming toward her until they ran into each other.
"Oh, I'm sorry, miss- May?" the slightly quavering female voice asked.
May looked up, "Reika!" May also noticed that Reika's bottom lip was
trembling and she her eyes were teary, "Is everything alright?"
Reika shook her head...and the tears started to fall. "I think I may
have just broken my engagment."
May's eyes widdened. Looking at her new friend, she decided that her
own issues could wait, "Come with me," May said gently, as she took
Reika's arm and led her back to the cafe where she had been reflecting
earlier. Regardless of who Reika was, today Reika was her friend and
Reika was in pain. At that moment, all May wanted to do was to help
a friend. She'd deal with the confusion that was her "assignment" later.
- to be continued -
Yes, this chapter has also been severly re-written. I love making things
more complicated, don't I?
Also, after my massive re-write, this will probably be my last
update for awhile. I'll still be working on this, but it will be in
spurts for most of September. I hope you are enjoying this story.
Oh, and I'm thinking of writing the Silver Millenium prequel.
I'll finish this story first, I promise.
~December
As was becoming a habit for them, Terry and Yusuke were wandering the city.
"Why are we here?" Yusuke said a loud for the tweleth time.
"Because May insisted that she needed some time alone. It was almost
like she sent us 'out to play,'" Terry finally answered. "I actually agree
with you on this one Yusuke. Sending us out with no purpose makes no sense- What is it,
Yusuke?" Terry asked, noticing that Yusuke paused.
"Something doesn't feeling right," was all the teen said before he shifted to into
a battle mode.
That put Terry on alert as well...and that was why he managed to hear the whisper. He
couldn't make out the words, but he was pretty sure they weren't good.
"Get down!" Terry shouted as he tackled Yusuke.
As they both hit the growth, some ball of energy wizzed over them and into the alley.
It came into contact with something and an explosion was heard.
"What in the hell was THAT?!" Yusuke asked from the ground.
"And who the hell is that?" Terry asked as he looked behind him and noticed a woman
standing on a building in the distance...in an outfit similar to that one that May
wore to prove her story to him.
Yusuke followed his gaze. "Yeah, who's the freak on the building?"
At this point the woman walked away from the edge of the roof and seemed to disappear.
And, as they got off the ground, Terry and Yusuke both tried to figure out what
just happened...and why the people around them all seemed to be talking about
something called the sailor senshi.
*****
As Pluto left the roof, she groaned in frustration. The preemptive strike
had missed. It would have been so much easier if she had managed to
injure the reincarnated Tremaine and Arlington. She still wasn't sure
how they dodged her attack. It was almost if they knew she was there.
'Well, if I can't remove the threat of family, I'll neutralize the threat
of love,' Pluto thought as she headed to her next destination. If she
could get Daniella safely out of the picture and off-limits, Endymion
would only have the princess to turn to. The sooner she made sure Daniella
was married off, the better.
*****
As Reika walked into the arcade, she was...well, nervous. Motoki had
called all excited about something. Reika knew it was something that
had to do with the wedding. She really didn't want to talk about the
wedding, however. The dreams kept coming; these dreams where she was
marrying someone else long ago...at least preparing to. The latest
dreams really disturbed her because she finally saw her Endy...and
recognized him.
Like all her other dreams, this one was set at a palace. She was in
a garden surrounded by beautiful flowers. She seemed to be lost in
thought when a pair of arms surrounded her and a bunch of golden
orchids appeared in front of her.
"Good afternoon, my lady," said a male voice lovingly.
Reika felt herself smile and lean back into the arms. She "knew" this
person...at least she did in her dreams, so she didn't turn around.
She felt herself smile, "Good afternoon, love." She took the orchids.
"Thank you." Then she laughed, "That ability of yours to create flowers
out of thin air is really useful, isn't it?"
The male laughed, "It has gotten me out of a lot of hot water with
Mummy. White lilies or tea roses just work wonders." Reika
felt him smile briefly and then become more serious. "Do you think
we could just duck out of this?"
"Your highness," Reika heard herself say in a slightly reprimanding, but
supportive voice, "you really should be in attendance. It is a
discussion of a domestic concern with possible consequences. It
is also a very tricky situation. In your role as heir apparent,
protector of the land you should be present. It is also training
for when you have to lead them yourself. Besides, I'm sure your
father would appreciate the help. Protocal demands that-"
She felt the man kiss her head, "I know. Those are the political
reasons at least. But, couldn't we just not be there? Go out
and enjoy the sunset? Our picture of the happy couple-to-be
is important."
Reika felt herself smile...and struggle to still sound serious,
"Yes, our happiness is important...but so are our people. They
actually come first. I'll always be here to walk with you
through the garden and watch the sunset. There won't always
be situations where you have the chance to help on such a big
scale." She sighed. "I know you are nervous, but you can do
it. You've talked to me about this issue numerous times.
I believe in your ability; I always have and I always will."
The arms around her tighted briefly but gently, "I'm so glad I
have you in my life, Dani."
"I love you too, Endy," Reika heard herself say as she turned
around to look at the man who held her. In that moment, she
lost herself in his blue eyes as she drifted forward for a kiss
and then...
She had shot out of bed, horrified. For weeks she had dreamed of
marrying this "Endy"...but she had never really been able to
identify who this person was among the people in her dreams.
Part of her still hoped that it would turn out to be Motoki...
or some random stranger. Instead, this dream love of her life
was the worse person possible...her fiance's best friend, Mamoru
Chiba. What kind of person was she that she was dreaming of
marrying her fiance's best friend? And, with dreams like this,
would it be fair to marry Motoki?
She still hadn't answered those questions in her mind...and now
Motoki wanted to see her. 'Why now? I can't handle this today,'
Reika thought to herself as she walked through the arcade doors.
She saw him almost immediately, behind the counter finishing up with
a customer. After he was finished he looked up, saw her and motioned
her over. After giving her a quick kiss, Motoki lauched into his
brainstorm.
"Reika, I've been noticing that planning the wedding has been a little
draining on you," Motoki began.
Reika froze. 'Please don't ask me why, please don't ask me why,' she
pleaded in her head over and over again.
It seemed that someone was listening because Motoki was focused on
something else, "And I know we had decided that we wanted this wedding
to be romantic, but we hadn't decided how to make that happen yet."
Reika nodded at this. Back when she first accepted Motoki's proposal
she had pushed for a big romantic wedding, in hopes that such a wedding
would destroy the few doubts she had about what she was doing. Up to this
point all that had done was add to her doubts.
Motoki was still speaking, however. Reika just tuned back in in time
to hear Motoki mention that tomorrow was the anniversary of the day
they met, so she really wasn't prepared when he said, "So the best
way to solve all of our problems is to elope tomorrow."
Reika started at her fiance in shock, "WHAT?!"
Startled by her violent reaction, Motoki repeated his suggestion, "We
could elope tomorrow."
"But, b-but-" Reika stuttered in confusion, "what about all of our plans?"
"We have the essentials. We can cancel the few bookings that we've made."
"And our friends, what about them? Or our families? Don't we want to
share this with them?" Reika asked.
"We can throw a huge reception afterwards and have them at that."
"But how can we throw a party that quickly? And who would preform
the ceremony? And were would we have it? And-"
Motoki smiled, "I have that all taken care of; all you have to do is
walk out the door with me."
"No!" Reika shreaked. "I can't do this. I can't."
That outburst erased Motoki's smile. Looking surprised, wary, and a
little hurt, "You can't elope...or you can't marry me?"
Reika just looked at him with eyes that communicated her guilt and
sorrow.
Motoki gripped tightened on the counter, "Reika, are you saying that you
can't marry me?"
"No! Yes! I don't know. But I can't - not now, I -" At this Reika's
voice broke. "I'm sorry but I can't...not today, I-" Tears ran down
her face as she looked up at Motoki and saw how much she was hurting
him. "I've gotta go," she said quietly. And with her hand over her
mouth to cover the sobs, she slowly got up and walked out of the
arcade. So wrapped up in her own confusion and pain, she wasn't even
sure if Motoki attempted to call her back.
*****
May left a nearby cafe after having tea, feeling a lot of things.
The most overwhelming feeling was the one of being trapped. She
was meeting with Mamoru tomorrow and she was wrestling with the
way she had manipulated him to get an audience. 'I've turned into
the people I am working against. How could I just manipulate a
person like that?! I mean, there had to be another way, didn't
there? And, even if this works, am I any better than the rouge
timewalker who started playing with time in the first place?'
May sighed, 'And, if it doesn't work, if I've ruined any chance
of convincing Mamoru, of getting him to believe the truth, how am
I going to tell Terry and Yusuke that their brother doesn't want
to meet them...really meet them because of something I did?'
Being as lost in thought, May wasn't paying any attention to where
she was going. For that reason, she didn't see the distraught woman
coming toward her until they ran into each other.
"Oh, I'm sorry, miss- May?" the slightly quavering female voice asked.
May looked up, "Reika!" May also noticed that Reika's bottom lip was
trembling and she her eyes were teary, "Is everything alright?"
Reika shook her head...and the tears started to fall. "I think I may
have just broken my engagment."
May's eyes widdened. Looking at her new friend, she decided that her
own issues could wait, "Come with me," May said gently, as she took
Reika's arm and led her back to the cafe where she had been reflecting
earlier. Regardless of who Reika was, today Reika was her friend and
Reika was in pain. At that moment, all May wanted to do was to help
a friend. She'd deal with the confusion that was her "assignment" later.
- to be continued -
Yes, this chapter has also been severly re-written. I love making things
more complicated, don't I?
Also, after my massive re-write, this will probably be my last
update for awhile. I'll still be working on this, but it will be in
spurts for most of September. I hope you are enjoying this story.
Oh, and I'm thinking of writing the Silver Millenium prequel.
I'll finish this story first, I promise.
~December