Chibimamoru: Small Lady's Little Brother
Chapter 2 – Misunderstandings
Author's Notes: Kon'nichiwa minna! Watashi wa Zuishouluna desu. (Hello everyone! I am Crystalmoon!!) I've been studying Japanese language. Isn't it great? Sorry this chapter didn't come out sooner. I was hoping for some more reviews for Chapter 1 before I posted (I mean I only got one people!), but it doesn't look like anyone else likes my newest "Chibimamoru" story. is sad Oh, well. I am happy for the reviewers I HAVE had so far, and I really hope you enjoy Chapter 2, which is named "Misunderstandings." Here you see just a little deeper into the minds and hearts of Prince Triston and Prince Damien. Will they be able to reach Mamo, but the shadow infects him with its darkness?
In the gentle warmth of mid-morning, the children of the Crystal Palace carelessly romp and play. "Go Onii-san!" Princess Lita of Jupiter cheers her older brother on with a giggle. The dark brown braids at the end of her French pigtails swing back and forth as her excitement causes her to jump up and down. "You can beat him!!"
With a toss of his head, Prince Triston throws his soft brown hair back out of his face laughing at his younger sister's enthusiasm. Being ambidextrous like his father, he holds a sword in each hand coming at his friend from both sides at once. "Give up Damien-kun. You know you can't win against me." Damien doesn't answer, but shots back a knowing smirk. Jumping backwards, he just manages to dodge his best friend's attack. A cold chill runs down his back as a cool wind blows past him. The shadow of darkness is moving.
Damien stops suddenly eyes narrowing as Triston manages to stop just two inches from cutting into his friend's left arm. "Damien no baka, what gives? You just about got a chunk taken out of your arm." The young prince of mars' narrowed eyes flash, but fail to flinch. Purple orbs burn with intensity starring past the group into something beyond. "It has returned." He answers neutrally. "The shadow of darkness is moving."
Looking startled, Triston re-cases his swords stepping forwards to place a single hand on his friend's shoulder. With the other hand, he waves to the noble group. "Step back." He orders sternly taking charge in an instant. "Give him room." Obediently, the noble children step backwards pushing themselves into a tight semicircle around the princely pair. "Damien, speak to me please. What are you seeing?"
"It's Small Lady!" One of the noble girls yells before Damien has a chance to answer. "She must have put a spell on him!!" A nervous gasp can be heard as a loud agreeing murmur runs rampant through the group. Gradually, they begin to move in closer on the Martian Prince. Taking a nervous step back from the group, Princess Lita looks up spotting the candy-haired princess watching them from the balcony. Onii-san never let her play with Chibiusa, but Daddy said there was no such thing as witches and ghost. Not know what else to do but still wanting to help, Lita turned running inside to find an adult.
Prince Triston's chocolate brown eyes narrow as the whispers reach his ears. "Shut up." He whispers roughly, anger dripping from his voice. Withdrawing both of his swords at the same time, Triston spins around holding the weapons at arms length. "Shut up!" Loud cries of surprise can be heard as children pushed over each other in a rash effort to avoid contact with the twelve-year-old Jupitarian's twin swords. During the whole ordeal, Prince Damien's face remains neutral. Purple eyes close lightly as he focuses on the images . . . the knowledge that lies just barely out of his reach. "Bunch of morons." Triston begin.
"What part of back up did you dingbats not understand the first time?" He questions venomously. The circle of children quickly gets bigger. Children begin slowly stepping back as the Prince of Jupiter glares at them through narrowed eyes. In his stance is the strength of his heritage. In his eyes is the confidence of his position. He was born a prince and has no problem pulling rank if and when it is necessary. "Are any of your parents royal? Better yet, have any of your parents ever saved the world even once? I am just about getting sick of dealing with you idiots and your damn childish jokes. You haven't the rank or the brains to back them up."
"Honestly," A quiet threatening voice from behind the group replies dryly. "Small Lady is not a witch. She cannot cast spells. If she could, Damien would've been turned into a toad a long time ago . . . Move out of my way!" The noble children jump again eyes growing wide as perpetually quiet Prince Antiny raises his voice for what is – for most of them – the first time. The semicircle parts as the Mercurian prince makes his way through the crowd. "Honestly, Small Lady is nuts . . . for wanting to join your pathetic group so bad. I sure don't. Aren't worth my time or my breath." As Antiny approaches, Triston permits him to pass without a word to where Damien stands still starring with that same neutral glare flashing in his deep purple eyes. "Damien-kun, are you alright?"
Looking into his friend's eyes, Triston understands why his friend has remained silent. Emerald-green eyes narrow dangerously as he turns on the group. "What are you gawking at? Are you waiting for an invitation? Royal visions are for royal ears only." A low and hushed murmur run through the despondent group as they slowly begin to brake up. "Ok, Damien-kun." Triston replies as he re-cased his swords once more turning his attention back to his friends. "They are gone. Now can you tell us what is going on? Is it - Is it Small Lady again?"
Deep chocolate brown eyes watch the Martian prince nervously. Sure he wasn't going to risk allowing Lita to play with the afflicted princess. Sure he had seen the shadow that would sometimes flash across her red eyes. Sure he avoided her – and with good cause – but that didn't mean he'd want to see her hurt. It was his job to protect her, even if that meant protecting her . . . from herself. "Damien-kun?"
"Iie." Damien answers brusquely as distant purple orbs focus gradually in on his two friends. His eyebrows curse in worry as well as some obvious confusion. His two friends await an explanation. As he explains what he has seen, Damien's voice becomes honest and almost business-like in its tone. "It is not Small Lady's doing, although I rather wish it was. The darkness in her would be much less dangerous."
Cursing his lips, Triston nods with understanding, while Antiny remains silent – obviously in deep thought. "The Shadow of Darkness itself is moving. He – or she – is after . . ." Damien pauses taking in a deep breath, he closes his eyes as if wanting to make sure of what he has seen. After a moment, the Martian Prince's eyes open filled with both disbelief and certainty. "He is after the Prince this time."
"Nani! The prince?" The eyes of both Antiny and Triston bug out in obvious surprise. Taking his best friend by the shoulder, Triston stares deep into Damien's deep soul-reading purple orbs searching for a definite answer. "You mean Chibimamoru Endymion – the little prince – the missing prince? He is alive?" Taking in another deep breath, Damien silently nods in affirmation. "You said he was dead. You said you thought Small Lady . . ." Cursing his lips, Triston trails off deep brown eyes furrowing. "I kept Lita away from her for all this time, because I was afraid she would hurt her!"
Blinking for a moment in confusion, Damien drops his arms, which have previously been crossed in front of him at his chest. Purple eyes narrow in annoyance. "No, Triston no baka! You are putting words in my mouth!! I never said she killed him. I said I thought she knew more than she was letting on. She was with him when I stopped sensing his aura. What else was I supposed to assume except that he was dead?"
"I asked you . . ." Triston begins, twelve-year-old voice beginning to rise with his anger.
"You asked." Damien interrupts defensive and equally angry. "I said I didn't know. She had the opportunity. I never said that she killed him. You assumed she did. I only said it was a possibility . . . after you asked!" Breathing in deeply, Damien's eyes remain narrowed but his voice drops to a more normal level. "You have seen the shadow pass over her eyes the same as I have, Triston. If something were to awaken that shadow inside her and if she couldn't control it, do you want to be forced to choose between protecting your princess and protecting innocent people? I sure as hell don't!"
"Uh, guys. Do you see that?" Antiny interrupts the spitting match with a shaking voice trying to get his friends' attention. Triston and Damien grow silent. Eyes go wide as they turn to stare in the same direction as their mutual friend. A golden beam of light surrounded on all sides by an aqua blue beam of light rose from a thick forest just outside Crystal Tokyo's border hitting the sky like a beacon. (Author's Notes: Think along the lines of Chibiusa's pink "beam" from Season R) "It's the prince." Damien replies in an awed voice.