The Orchid Bloom
Well then, it is time for an explanation to be layed out. About a year ago, upon this very website there was a small little quagmire between the flamers and I. I ventuered off into the world of debate and left behind my dear story to fry instead of authoring it. I apologize to all of those who read it and I didn't listen to. The Angel and the autumn and the other mad people that came to comfort me. So it makes of no essential difference to babble on about it unless I can show I can defend myself once more. That is what I am here to do exactly. I want to prove that I belong here and I promise I will do that. I know this little rabbit story is not doing that thus far, but come the time that I get my stuff together and a job on track, I will kick so much ass that it will be Kill Bill Vol. 1 in a special edition DVD. Samisweet, thank you for reading what I've had write so far and yes, it is in the right section. This is the chapter that fulfills that empty hollow hearted conflict that was The Clash Of The Titans. So enough with the friggin poetry. I'm here to write. I will have all the mistakes fixed in a two week deadline and update my Bio when I can. Until then, if you don't like history lessons, well then just slap on the phrase flashback and it becomes a pretty inuendo of lolligagging the past. Enjoy.
Chapter 2: Violets in the Moolight
At the begginning of the 23rd century, when Sailor Moon came into power and became known as Neo Queen Serentity once more a very complex matter confounded by evil occurred. The dark moon had poisened and plagued Earth all around Tokyo, takeing a battlefield that could not be won. This was the beginning unknowingly of the genocide of every magical or otherworldly being on Earth. Neo Queen Serenity had lost the power of the Millenium crystal and with that done, the world went into an ice age.
After Wiseman's defeat by Usagi of the 21st century, the timeline had changed and some of the most powerful beings were ready to cross the timestreams to meet their match. A gap however was left within the walls of time itself and it had to be filled with a history. In the 25th century, a new world was born among the timestreams crystaline's reaction with minerals unknown to man. This chemical reaction with the power of what Millenium Crystal was left over created a parrallel universe that would fill the gap in history it needed. But it is the responsibility of Chronos, Sailor Pluto's master, to fix any undoings in this sandglass we call our universe. So he watched.
The parrallel universe gave birth to a world that dreamed of planetary travel and the merrits of meeting new people. It could not be helped that bad people would use this to their advantage. The first Saiyan reached planet Earth only a few decades after this time had been born. This young saiyan would grow up to be the strongest being in the universe. After various enocunters with numrous enemies beyond his energy and skill, Goku as they called him, would leave it to wit and his own hidden skills to get him out of these situations alive. Goku had two sons. Gohan and Goten. To this day, it would be impossible to tell who would have been stornger, but with each male generation, these saiyans would grow stornger and stronger. This is what the god Chronos whitnessed and it is at the final fight for Goku, when he reached the end of his journey, fuseing with the Dragonballs, and therein becoming the most powerful being ever, that Chronos decided to pit these two people together.
After Goku fused with the Dragonballs and defeated his enemy, he was given grace for everything he had done, but no sooner had the world leaders done this, that the people turned agianst him and others like hime once and for all. Hercule, a famed arena fighter at the time, would be the first to be assassinated. In his death, all saw that his façade had been a game to them all along. When they went up against a single being named vegeta is there that the world would learn it had to get along with these creatures.
They formed their own mass experiment at U.N. quarters beneath the surface, and when they let him out, they made their final mistake. The battle had begun and already the fillipine islnads were gone. The Atlantic ocean was now embedded and taken as home to the United states of America. These were the acts of powerful energies shot around the world. The final fight took place in Tokyo. Here Goku promised to put an end to the battle after promiseing not to use his powers. With one final blast of ki energy, Chronos took watch and with Goku's energy created sift in the time barrier where the worlds of the pretty soldiers and the saiyans collided once and for all. When both worlds were formed into once, The U.S. and the fillipines were brought back to what they were. And everyhwere else was so technologically advanced it created mass confusion for both times to see such a sight. Not only had Neo Queen Serenity's time collapse onto Goku's, many other times followed in those very footsteps.
Chronos informed the Gods of his plan. To kill off the saiyans and make the times right. But this was not to be the plan. The God's did not allow this. What they did allow was the Sailor Scouts to train. Train for a fight for their own planet against others who figures otherwise lied that the saiyans were here to murder and destroy. The saiyans were told this same thing about the pretty soldiers. The arena had been set and the pretty soldiers and the saiyans fought group by group. In the end, as Goku and the Neo Queen came to their fight, found out the true wishes of those who set this fight up. They devised a plan together. When they fought, Goku killed his comrades left alive, and the Neo Queen did the same without a second word. The world was shocked by this behavior and did not know how to react. But it was when Goku and the Neo Queen had killed themselves that the people of Earth had understood what they did. It was over, and a celebration for the greatest thing that had ever happened on this planet commenced. The God's were not so happy. Little did everyone know, this was not the end of anyone.
End Report History, Section IV-XXI. Signed Viola Hallawell.
Viola put the report down and delved into a desk of papers, "I'll continue part II tommorow after I meet that kid. Satoshi." She called with a poignant sense of sophistated English accent.
"Yes Viola." A young Japanese boy about the age seventeen entered the room. He carried a bell on his waste and sash under his shirt. He was a modern day samuria with various fighting styles under wing of command. Viola was an English lady. Her red hair flowed down to her shoulders and curved outward. She was twenty-one but knew what she was doing. A bold young woman who was genious but not defenseless as others would think. She is a sturdy Aikido grandmaster and a worker with deadly ribbons.
"Staoshi, I want you to draw up an airplane and some 21st century technology on this list." She handed him a paper. "after that, you can grab your belongings because you are comeing with me. There are some very serious people out there that will hurt these young people and it is our job to protect them."
"How many of these beings have you located already?"
"Three. I made sure to place the third one in the same school as the boy and the girl so there will be no trouble with any transaction. Won't two of them be surprised that they are sailor scouts."
"Yes I'm sure ma'am, but have you come in contact with any saiyans yet." He asked sturnly as an eaqual.
"No not as much progress as the little boy. I'm sure as soon as we get out there we will learn who is who. I am thinking that there may be one in Korea. My associates are checking on this theory at this very moment. Can you imagine the power that anyone of these single warriors hold." Her eyes lit up, "and just the single blast of ki from a saiyan that we will find."
"More powerful than your own I am assumeing."
"Oh God no! I could never admit that." Both laughed and Satoshi took his leave. Viola smiled and continue to do so as she sat there wondering where her quest would leave her or if she would be executed for treason by the real Earth's government. It was worth it is always what she said. For what they did to her mother. What they made her mother's friend do to her and everyone else. She would get some sleep now and go down to the hanger in the morning to meet Satoshi. He was always awake before her. One night she tried to stay up as long as he did to surprise him only to learn that he never slept. It was one of his various gifts. One given to him in the lab.
Viola walked to the window. She opened the curtain and whitnessed the brilliant land that she called home. It wasn't so much corrupted as it was infallibley stubborn. Alchemically built cars flew past her house and at they very base of the tower she ownedl, the boats floated past. That is where all the middle class citizens lived. The ornage sunset reflected gorgeously off the water and gave everything that dark but almost bright orange tint. A soft yellow glanced at her window from the sun at the base of the ocean. She poured herself a glass of russian white wine and sniffed at the rim of her glass. It tingled her nose. She drank it all in one helping and closed the windows back up.
"How beautiful New York city is from that window." She said to herself. "I wonder what everyone's reaction will be when they learn that it's the 33rd century."
Yume took off his shoes and entered the house. It was dark now and for the first time in forever the doors were closed. He could hear crying inside and he listened in on a conversastion.
"I knew that this day would come. I knew this would happen." Yume made out through the various sobs of his Aunt Faye. "I knew that when we took him in that it would kill Tada but I don't want it to be so soon."
Yume was shocked. This was the first time he had ever heard anything like this. What were they talking about. Then he could hear Uncle Li sobbing too.
"It is not his fault he was born different. His parents were killed because they stood up to a tyrant that no one else would and we will do the same." All these thoughts made a blister in his mind. "It is okay Faye. We shall avenge your sister."
They stopped crying suddenly as Yume decided to enter the room. The moonlight gave him a sillhouette as he walked in. The couple sat on the couch and were watching the television. They did not turn to him. He walked closer thinking they somehow blamed him for this. As if he had purposely done anything wrong.
"I have to stay after school tommorow." He said to break the silence. But the silence was stronger than his words. "Tada and I were working on a project and we need to have it in by Friday." Again the silence had absorbed any attempt he made. "We might get an F if I don't." And with that he finally asked.
"Is she going to be okay?" When they did not answer it created a deep pocket of unfilled air in his chest. They really did blame him. He walked up slowly to his room so that if they wanted to say anything to him he wouldn't be to far away to hear it, but they said notheing. He didn't dare go down to eat and he didn't dare to take his walk he always took before he went to bed.
Yume took a short shower and crawled into bed soon after. He hugged his pillow and cried listening to the doctors words.
"I am sorry but she's in a comatose state and anything that we do to her to wake her up is just going back into a reverse process. She might be this way for a long time." The doctor's words echoed throghout Yume's dreams and when he woke up he still did not forget. The sun beamed through the window. It must have been a beatiful day but he wouldn't be able to enjoy it.
After school he would visit Tada and then be able to come home and see what was going on between Aunt Faye and uncle Li. He made his way downstairs to see Aunt Faye only. Uncle Li must have already left.
Faye felt bad for not telling Yume that she knew it was not his fault. She knew he was the door and she made Tada believe that Li didn't know she was Psychic. Last night was just an act. One she could not reveal to these children till the time was right.
"I am takeing you to school today. Don't forget you have that project you have to finish. I don't want you to go see Tada until it is done. Maybe you can show it to her then." He nodded and sat down for breakfast.
Later that day
Yume sat at the computer. Nobody was in the lab but him and it was a bit eery. The monitors made him sleepy and tired but he did not give in. He wanted to see Tada. He began working again only to find himself distracted by a butterfly in the corner.
"How did that little fella get in here?" He asked himself. He got up and walked over as it fluttered about. It came down to his finger and rested. He admired it. But there was something wrong. It turned a crude black and its wing started to melt away. He jumped back and slapped it off his hand. "What was that!" He leaned onto a desk and felt it fall beneath him. He turned to see why and could see that the solid mass had broken a part after decomposeing. "That was weird. This school must have termites or something."
He walked around back to where he was but looked down and noticed the blackest of footprints. Was there someone else in the room with him. No. That was too absurd. He would have known if there was by now. Were these his?
Yume listened as the sound of wet footsteps echoed their way closer to him from the hallway and stairs. It was darker than he remembered and he wasn't about to go exploreing to see if it really was something important. Yume sat down on the chair. He watched as the screen went blank and then came back on. As he placed his finger near the screen it turned a deep purple and then black. Yume tapped the screen and notheing happened.
"What is going on?" Suddenly all of the computers and lights shut off without warning and he sat their alone in the dark. He silently cursed to himself. This was no mere coincedence and why he was still sitting their only pure reflex and hope could tell. And within the next few heartbeats the lights came back on and the computers rebooted. Sludge was now streaming down the stairs and he was officially freaked out. He heard the steps once more and with that he packed his things and was ready to leave. Right up until the point a familiar face crept its way around the corner at the top of the stairs and looked down to him.
It was that young Russian accented woman that he had seen yesterday. Her face was very pale and she was wet with a dreary unready look on her face. She looked as if she were hurt or some of her muscles were parylyzed because she was walking slowly and limping very much.
"Are you okay." He tried to say without fear. His shoes were starting to get soaked so he went up the stairs to both help her and get out of the rising water. There was more and more comeing by the seconds that passed by and the lab woulld be flooded in a matter of minutes it looked like. "What is that smell? Is that suage water or something?" He said covering his mouth and right next to the Russian woman and when he got close enough she lunged onto him. In a frail attempt to deflect her sudden movement he pushed her away and slipped on the water falling backwards on the stairs and into the flooding computer lab. Instantly Yume was filled more adrennaline. He was under water and confused until he felt the pressure and the force of the water suck him in where the Russian woman had jumped in.
Yume quickly stood up and flipped his long black hair back. The water was soaking wet and the stench was not the water, it was the smell of decayed protien, or rotten flesh. One that he had experienced himself before. What was wrong with this woman. Was it not for the shear fact that she had tried to save Tada's life, he would have broken her before she even lunged on him. They both got up at the same time and stared each other in the eyes. Yume tipped his head to the side and waited for a second pounce.
The Russian woman's eyes widened and her mouth gaped open, she leaped into the air without a moment's hesitation and Yume locked his arm behind her elbow and flipped her downward onto the floor. The water was now to his waste and he wasn't about to drown. He took his leave after grabbing his back pack but little did he know, he was being watched by things much more dangerous than the zombified Russian behind him. Black creatures scurried along the hallway ceiling, following his every move.
Yume heard the claw scratches and looked up at the horrid beasts. Their ees were completely white and their body was covered with a shaggy deep black fur. Their must have been atleast fifty on the roof. Yume gulped and they took this as their que to jump on him. One landed on his shoulders and another on top of his knees. They had no more than two legs and a very long tail that was probably stronger then any limb that he himself could put out. They surrounded him. Their claws pokeing at him, leaving behind that tingle that made you want to scratch but the bleeding stopped any of these fickle problems.
Blackness, it seemed like closed in and he was just about to give up when a red light burts through the creatures. Their heads lifted and they fell off of their prey. One was left on though and his mouth was wide open, drenched in slobber and black particles. Its jaws came down on Yume and as a last resort he put his hands up to stop the attack. In a moment, the beasts eyes welted and burst into a white yolky substance. His fur became corroded and fell off and his skin blistered and melted off, revealing a hollow skull and the rest of its decaying body. Yume pushed off the nussince and crawled into the corner, huddling himself as that red light was absorbed into the wall. The creature's skin bubbled where it lay and the sizzle was tormenting Yume.
"Young one come here! NOW!" Yume turned to see his savior. And she was beautiful. Her red hair curved at her shoulders and the starburst of reds and oranges and yellows on her outfit made him squint. She walked toward him and the red seemed to dissapear. As she reached him, she sat at the base of his arrangement and spoke. "When I tell you to do somtheing I expect you to do it. Is that understood."
Yume nodded. "Yes Ma'am." But she couldn't have been any older then him. She was probably seventeen or eighteen at best. "My name is Viola Hallawell." Yume was still to shocked to meet her aquaintence. "Yes well, there really isn't room for mannerisms after your life was just about devoured now is there."
"You have a really cocky English accent you know that." Alex stood behind the woman. Yume knew him from one of his own classes. They almost looked alike except his hair was longer and he was a bit taller. "Don't worry about her Yume, she just got off a fifteen hour flight. Just a little grumpy."
"Young man I could break you in any instant. I suggest you watch your toungue."
"Who…-who are you?" Yume stuttered.
"Oh dear, we have a lot to discuss don't we. I do believe I said my name was Viola but I guess I should just give you a little more insight, shouldn't I. I'm a Saiyan."