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Since this one is so short and so closely related... A double shot for you! Enjoy! - Raya

Moonlit Sakura

Chapter 17 – Arrivals and a Departure

King Endymion took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself once more. He frowned impatiently at the little inner voice that reminded him that he'd never find her otherwise.

Super Sailor Mars sat quietly in the mists stretching her senses as far as she could. She jerked a little in surprise as she realized that she could sense Super Sailor Saturn, also. Unfortunately, all of her friends seemed to be moving unexpectedly at odd times. She drew more deeply on her patience as she tried to guess where Serenity would be next.

Super Sailor Saturn peered into the endless mist with narrowed eyes and tightened her hand on her Silence Glaive. "Where is she?"

Suddenly, a brisk energetic wind began to blow through the four micro-verses. The pink mists began to glow more brightly. As she felt the sudden change, Serenity jerked upright and gasped.

"Endymion! Guys!" she called in a relieved voice. As she saw a golden glow in front of her, she rose to her feet and threw herself into her husband's arms. "Mamo-chan! Endymion!"

"Serenity! At last…" King Endymion murmured as he clasped his love tightly to his body.

"Serenity! Endymion-sama!" Super Sailor Mars breathed in surprise. Quickly she stood up and ran over to hug her dearest friend.

"Serenity-sama!" Super Sailor Saturn called in relief. She, too, quickly ran over to the embracing couple and joined in what had become a group hug. Erase and Silent watched the reunion quietly, and then looked around as they became aware of the other, still sleeping, Cards.

Slowly, the group pulled apart. As they began to trade stories, they alternated between touching Serenity reassuringly on the shoulder and wiping away her happy tears. Finally, Super Sailor Mars made a teasing, impatient sound.

"Come on, enough already, Usagi," she said with a smile to show she was teasing. "I know you're a crybaby, but really!"

Still giddy with relief, Serenity stuck her tongue out at her friend. "You're crying, too, Rei-chan!" she exclaimed. "You stop first!"

Super Sailor Mars opened her mouth to respond, and then froze. Her eyes widened in shock. "It can't be… Look out!" she whispered, then yelled. She threw herself protectively at Serenity as the mist began to roil and shake. The four friends screamed in fear and surprise. King Endymion instinctively drew Serenity back into his arms as the four of them fell down to the misty ground.

As the world settled back down once more, they slowly pushed themselves back up into sitting positions. "What… what happened?" Super Sailor Saturn asked, shaken.

"It just does that occasionally," Serenity replied, turning to check on the twins she had found. As usual, they had slept through the tremor unharmed.

Super Sailor Mars shook her head. "Two times before, right?" Serenity nodded absently and then gave her a puzzled look. Super Sailor Mars returned her look seriously. "It must do that every time one of us arrives here," she continued. "First you, but you wouldn't have felt it then. Then, Endymion-sama and I. The third time would have been when Saturn arrived. That must have been what woke me up."

Her three friends looked at her in thoughtful surprise. "Then… who?" Super Sailor Saturn asked quietly, stretching out her psychic senses and looking around.

"Jupiter," Super Sailor Mars replied quietly.

Serenity nodded, and closed her eyes to concentrate. "Mako-chan?" she whispered. Her eyes flew open again. "That way," she said, pointing off into the mist.

A young man with platinum blonde hair sat quietly in the Toronto airport and studied the antiquated moving sidewalk in front of him. He grimaced a little as he recognized the sound of a group of teenage girls coming up beside him. As usual, their high-pitched, nervous giggling irritated him.

'Why now? Maybe they won't stop,' he thought to himself irritably. Deep in his mind, he wondered at the irritation that had begun to plague him since the woman began crying in his dreams. 'Please, just don't…'

"Um, excuse me," one of the girls asked in heavily accented English. Reluctantly, he looked up. The speaker was an attractive, black haired girl dressed in low riding jeans and a red tank top. She and her three friends appeared to be about 18 years old.

"Excuse me," she continued as her three brunette friends giggled nervously around her. "We were wondering, are you from around here? We are visitors, and we're a little lost."

"I'm sorry," he replied in Brazilian Portuguese trying to throw them off. "I'm not from around here either." His heart sank as their faces lit up.

"Oh, are you from Brazil?" the girl asked in the same language. "We're from Rio. We are on our way to France to study modeling. Where are you from?"

"Montreal…" he replied reluctantly.

"Rising Sun Airlines Flight 101 bound for Crystal Tokyo now boarding at gate I-23," an automated voice called out over the public address system in English. "All ticketed and confirmed passengers should make their way to the gate immediately for boarding and an on-time departure. Once again, Rising Sun Airlines announces that Flight 101, service to Crystal Tokyo, is now boarding at gate I-23." The message repeated in French and Japanese.

Quickly, he gathered his book and carry-on bag. "That's my flight," he told the disappointed girls as he rose, and began to walk towards the gate. "There's a map over that way. Good luck with your career," he called over his shoulder with all the politeness his father had drilled into him as he waved his right arm towards a nearby panel. The irritation subsided with every step he took until he was once again calm.

When he arrived at his gate, he stepped to the back of the line and waited for his turn to board. Once again, his attention began to wander. This time, he was studying the airplane outside the window. A loud throat-clearing noise brought him abruptly back to his surroundings. With an embarrassed flush on his face, he hurried to catch up with the line in front of him.

He stopped in front of the boarding kiosk and handed the attendant his passport card. She smiled as she scanned it and handed it back to him. "Welcome aboard, Monsieur Ensoleillé. I hope you have a pleasant flight."

The young man smiled back at her, and nodded as he took his passport card back. "Thank you," he said quietly. "I'm sure it will be quite nice."

As he stepped into the jetway, his dark, wine-colored eyes narrowed and became more focused behind his wire-rimmed glasses. 'Hold on, my lady… I am coming…' he thought towards the distant aching heart that had disturbed his peace once again.