Bijono Senshi DragonMoon Rebirth
Chapter One
In
an immaculate canopy bed, lays a beautiful redhead tossing and
turning in the throws of a dream. She moans softly as if in pain.
Suddenly she bolts upright, "Oh Kami not that same dream again,"
she whispers as she runs her fingers through her sweat damp bangs.
She wonders why she can never remember any details. She looks over at
her bedside clock. "Kosot it's only 4:13 am," she mutters.
Then it dawns on her, in about 6 hours she'll have to deal with her
adopted parents and their so-called friends in pretence of
celebrating her birthday. "Well I'll never get back to sleep
now, might as well do my work out, and run now so I can take a nice
long bath after," she grumbles to herself. She goes through her
usual routine of stretching and then running for about two miles. She
then proceeds to the gym. It was constructed just for her and goes
through her martial arts, all the time the vague images of her dreams
flash in her mind in time with her hits on the heavy bag. This is
when the images are the most clear, if she could just train hard
enough they might solidify into something she could recognize. After
about two hours, she is forced to give up, to tired to continue. Then
to end off her routine she does meditation for an hour. Feeling
centered and ready to face the day, she heads for the tub.
By the
time she climbs out of the tub, does her makeup, and hair into her
favourite style. The one her mother hates, two odangos, and
ponytails. She does it just to annoy her adopted mother. Just than
there was a knock, "Come in," she replied.
"Tenshi
are you awake? I am just here to make up your bed and help you get
ready, but it seems you're halfway there already," says a
cheerful voice from the door. Then she notices her charge has
slightly haunted look. "You have another one of those dreams?"
the maid asks concern coloring her voice.
"Of course, what
else is new, but enough of that I should get ready for my big day,"
her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"I'll make the bed after I
finish getting you ready," the maid says cheerfully. Letting her
charges sarcasm roll of her.
"You do know I can dress
myself?" Tenshi inquires.
"Yes, but your mother gave me
explicit instructions on what your appearance is to be to day. You
know she's going to pitch a fit over your hair, and both of us know
you did it on purpose," she explains in a patent tone.
Tenshi
just bats her eyes innocently at her maid and says every so sweetly,
"Who me? I would never do a thing like." The maid just
rolls her eyes. Tenshi goes back to being dead serious and states in
a cold emotionless voice, "Now let's see what ridiculous dress
she wants me to wear." The maid just shakes her head and wonders
how Tenshi can flip-flop to such extreme emotional states. The maid
walks over to the closet and pulls out a satin lime green dress,
that's off the shoulders. It has a small train and a giant bow on the
back. It also has matching platform shoes and to top it all off it
has a matching velvet ribbon for her neck. "Kami, I swear they
get worse every year. I should be able to spend my birthday any way I
want. All those false smiles and photographers. Kami chikusho how I
hate all those plastic people," she states. All ready fed up and
the day hasn't even begun.
"I know, but a young lady
shouldn't curse." the maid says. They have been down this road
to many times before. As she finishes doing the back of her dress.
"It's not that bad, you look very lovely," she says in a
tone of admiration.
As Tenshi walks over to the full-length
mirror, she says in a slightly annoyed tone, "I could put on a
potato sack and you'd say the same thing. She reaches the mirror and
turns from side to side analyzing her appearance. She sighs and
states, "Lets get this day over with as quickly as possible."
her tone cold and flat. As she heads down stairs, she stops and
ponders again, if I could just train harder and longer, I might be
able to remember something from those dreams. Then I could figure out
what, if anything they mean. If only I could remember.
As
she enters the dinning room for breakfast, her adopted parents are
all ready sitting eating. "Oh darling you look fabulous,"
she gushes. Then she notices the hair. "Oh, how could you?"
she screeches. "I have the best photographers fly all the way
from Paris, to do your birthday pictures."
"Yes dear
why can't you respect your mother's wishes", her father chimes
in. In his usual bland voice.
"Don't be so melodramatic,"
Tenshi states in a cold, silky smooth voice. "It's only hair."
Her mother immediately calms, realizing she did it just to get a rise
out of her.
"Why don't you be a dear and go get your maid to
fix your hair for you," she says in a sickly sweet tone.
"You
know very well I won't." Tenshi states blandly. "So don't
bother asking." Knowing that the argument is lost, she concedes
this round to her daughter.
"Very well then sit and let me tell you all about who will be here today," she says in that high-pitched whine that she calls a voice. As her mother drones on, she simple stores away the information without really hearing it. A very useful trick she developed years ago. She simply eats her breakfast, nods every now and then. Thinking she'd like to do something different for her last year of high school. But what? By the time her mother was finished, it was time to get ready to greet the guests. It was after all her duty as the guest of honour to greet everyone. Which means she would be at the front door for quite awhile? As she was about to go out of her mind from boredom, it comes to her she could go to Toronto they have place there that her parents hardly use.