It seems like I did a chapter like this already, but I can't place it...oh well, I guess I will get notified if it's to screwed up. There are a lot of perspective changes in this one, and I hope I made them semi understandable. If you want any better answers you can email me at arcanewitch05yahoo like I believe I have also said before…any who, I'll let you read on, and please, R&R.
Reaffirmed Changes
The rest of the days, she felt like she was watching a movie, a long, pointless and emotional movie. It was never ending, and always going. She was sick and tired, underneath it all. Darien was also getting to nosy for his own good.
Darien
Watching Serena leave, I wondered if we said something. Andrew voiced it. "I hope I didn't say anything wrong." I stood up to throw my own tray away. Coming back, something weird and not insulting came out of my mouth concerning Serena. "I think something else is wrong with her, drew, but she doesn't want to say anything. Women are like that." Andrew got up to throw his own tray away and considered it. Not sitting, he gathered what he had already bought and waited for me to grab my lone bag. Secretly, I had done most of my shopping already, and just had a few people to buy for. "Probably Darien, but I think we should do a little spying." I gave Andrew a look. He is usually very protective of Serena and would do nothing to violate her privacy. "Hey, something is wrong, and we still haven't bought her anything for Christmas anyway, so what's the problem?" I never got a chance to refuse, because Andrew was already dragging me towards where Serena had fled to. She was pretty easy to find, actually.
We watched her as she went into random stores several times, and bought things, like a pocket protector, whom I assumed, was for Melvin, and a stationary set for who I assumed was for Molly. Really, we didn't learn anything about her until we hit the Tokyo merchandise shop. That shop sold everything that Tokyo was famous for, including a wall full of Senshi stuff, which was amazingly bare. In here, we might have been caught, but hopefully weren't. She had picked up a book of senshi myths, which brought great joy to her. Her responses seemed to be actually like she knew what she was talking about, just like that sword comment in the arcade. Picking up that, a collection of news, tabloids and TV reports of senshi activity, and a photo collection, she paid and left the store. As she was about to leave, she stopped to look at the back wall again, as if she would never see it again. "Look Mommy, Its Sailor Moon!" Serena actually responded to that, and it turned out to be a little girl looking at a poster near the store. That peaceful look on her face was the most truthful face I had seen her where all day.
Andrew and I decided that if she didn't do something interesting in one store, we would leave then. I actually questioned if this had any purpose whatsoever. The next store she went into was to intriguing to pass up. It was an educational store. Giving each other looks that said "you distract her, and I'll investigate", we set into action. I insulted her hair of course, to infuriate her, which honestly, didn't work. "Maybe your right." That disarmed me so much that until she actually picked up a video and went to pay, I came up with nothing back to say except I'm sorry. As she paid, I came up behind her and pulled out a book out of her bag. She took her change before she snatched the book out of my hands and stuffed it under her arm, stuffing the video with it. Giving nothing but a look, she left the store and was swept into the crowd. Andrew came up behind me. "That didn't work very well, did it?" I felt something crunch under my feet. I picked it up as I answered Andrew. "I think she knows that we have followed her." The piece of paper was stuffed into my bag as we walked out of the store. "Let's just leave, Darien, I finished my shopping. Did you finish yours?" I stopped looking for her long enough to answer. "No, but I just have one more person to buy for. I'll see you later at the arcade, okay?" Andrew shrugged and waved as the crowd took him, and I sat down to rest.
Actually, I wanted to see what I had put in my bag. I pulled out the paper and felt heavy parchment, or old, I couldn't tell which. It was written in that odd language that I had found in my history books, the unidentifiable one. "Then, they will be at rest." What had been the first part of it? What was Serena doing with something this old? She looked to ditzy to keep anything for a week, well before late anyway. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Serena looking mildly worried but other wise fine, and was heading towards the exit. Honestly, I didn't want to know how angry she could get, if she thought anything, however, so made an attempt to find another way out. Unfortunately, I knew that other exits didn't exist. Sighing, I decided to maybe wait it out and see when she left. Getting up, and looking around the corner, I saw that she was staring at a window display, with awe, or something close to tears.
On an urge, I followed, but not before I was paranoid and set every single shield around myself before entering. I even willed her not to see me, although I could pretty much verify that she didn't have much innate power of her own. I hope, at least. What she had looked at before was a statue, and that was deduced with the knowledge of everything in that case was a statue. One little one, off to a corner, well, not little, but out of sight, was one that I was attracted to, besides the statue that I had modeled for those thousands years ago. My little feeling told me that is what she had been looking at as well.
It was a crescent moon of moonstone with onyx carvings, based on a single sheet of sapphire, and a woman figure was standing in the crescent moon. She was of pewter, with silver inlaid as highlights in her flowing hair and gown had it across the top of the gown and sleeves. Hematite made up the color of her eyes, and her expression was of a strict guard that no one would pass by and live. Her delicate hands held a crystal and crystal drops were in her ears as earrings. Looking at the price tag, it was amazingly cheep, and I wondered why it was that cheep. I looked into the store, and saw that she wasn't in there, and concluded that she must have left as I was examining the statue.
Stepping into the store, I had to shade my eyes from the glittering. There were sun chimes, expensive looking jewelry and more statues. Though, there were no diamonds or anything amazingly expensive and rich. Everything was in moderate, and enough in moderate to be beautiful. The clerks back was turned and rummaging through something, so I cleared my throat to get his attention.
The man was a typical mystical old man who knew everything, or looked like it anyway. "Yes, young prince, what can I get for you?" I blinked at being called 'prince', for it had been a thousand plus years since I had been called that. "Sir, how much is the 'Guardian of the Moon' statue in the wall?" I was asking to make sure of my reading ability. The man looked pleased about something. "Are you getting it for her, highness? And how is it that you know of the last figuring of the Lunarian era?" It was uncomfortable being called those things again, but I ignored it. However, I was intrigued by the phrase 'Lunarian Era.' "I'm sorry sir, what are you talking about?"
The man gave a look of understanding. "You know only of what you have remembered. No worry, in due time you will know all. Yes, 'Guardian of the Moon' is a well crafted piece and sells for 35 dollars." So I hadn't read it wrong after all. I was still suspicious. "Why is she that cheep? She's a beautiful masterpiece, but you sell her for so low. Why?" I do not get ripped off for others Christmas presents. The old man looked proud. "Do you recognize the beauty of the piece? The history, highness?" I gave him a look. "Yes, so why is it so cheep if it is worth much more?" The old man began to ring up the statue. "That is why only a few get this piece. Is that all, young prince?"
I didn't initially question why he knew I would by it, but I went along with it anyway and looked around to see the rest of the things. I knew that I shouldn't have, that the statue was enough for anyone's credit, but a jewelry set on sale caught my eye. If she was mad or wouldn't accept the gift for any reason, the jewelry would do. "I'd like this please." The man rung it up, the total was really low considering, only about fifty counting tax, and I got out my credit card. I gave it to him, and then examined what jewelry thing I just bought. It was a four piece set, with a pair of crystal crescent moon earrings, a little star pendant, and two bracelets. The two bracelets were one of golden beads and another of charms and links. This store was great. I took the bag and my credit card back, thanked the man, and left the store. Turning around to see what the name was, I saw the metal gate down, and the lights off. "Creepy." Still, as I kept walking, and turned back, I saw the store open again, and the old man waving good bye. I waved and kept walking.
Serena
I had been aware of Andrew following me, but not of Darien. When he had pulled the book out of my bag, I had freaked because the little note that told me about the crypt had been in the book, and I had thought he had let the note fall. I went back to look later and found that only half was gone, the relatively innocent half of the note. I wasn't even mad that they had been following me. Again, I had been Curios but not mad. That last store I went in was marvelous and I could have blown the remaining money I had on me to get both the one of the earth guardian and the moon guardian, but I only had to still get Darien's presents, and to get food for the lunar journey, so I figured I would make my parents proud and save the remaining money. The earth guardian suited Darien and had been amazing cheep for having onyx, emerald, and sapphire parts.
With the man calling me 'Princess' and 'majesty', I had been a little distracted with memories, however. The one main memory was of posing as the moon guardian, with artist those years ago. I had always thought that they should have included my wings, but mother wouldn't allow it. Secretly, the artist had drawn me with my wings had given it to me as a birthday present. It was lost in the rubble.
I was at home now, wrapping the gifts I would drop off tomorrow, listening to some holiday memories, and plotting of how I would get the bodies of the 'fallen senshi', as they were now called, from the morgue to where I was going to teleport from. I was thinking about making a visit as Sailor Moon, to see if I didn't have to steal the corpses from underneath their noses. It was about four now, and dusk hit about six-ish. Now what would I say? "Hi, I would like the corpses of my senshi. Would you please give them to me?" No, probably the government has its claws in one of the things that made Tokyo popular. It's amazing; to get killed or nearly killed brings one government business. That's the economy for you. Well, I have definitely gotten darker since my first battle, maybe I could just be a little, oh, how would you say it, demanding?
It was six o'clock. I was in an all black outfit, hiding on top of a building to drop in the basement of the morgue, preparing to demand a few corpses. I took a minute to think about what I was going to do. Say they refuse, and then go in and steal the bodies. People would blame me, point fingers at me, and then probably arrest me. These laws aren't usually broken, so I don't know what the punishment would be. What if I just stole them? That way, people would mourn more, no one would really suspect me, and if they did they were rather odd. Yes, that was better. I'll strike at the usual midnight, so as not to break any thieving codes.
I headed home, the long way, so no one could find me at my own house, but, as I had hoped would not happen this week, a shadow came alive. Standing on the roof I had jumped onto, I gathered my energy, and sent out a wave of sensory abilities, to find this shadow. Surprisingly, it was at the same place as last nights. I took to the roads and alleys, to keep up the element of surprise. I was going to transform where I had last night, because I felt safe in that corner. Plus, the only person who lived in the surrounding buildings were old people and Darien, so they would be easy to kill or wipe their memories. Cold, yes, but effective.
"Dark Moon Prism Power!" The energy came raging back, and revenge was looking sweet. "Teleport!" I put my hands together, released my energy, and was trying to scare a shadow since I couldn't easily defeat alone. It did nothing but use up energy. Oh well, I didn't need energy to fly or to use a well organized plan. "Shadow, you not live to see the next shade. In the name of the moon, I will punish you!" It was easier to pull off the actions on the ground. The shadow laughed, if it could, and skipped all words to go to direct actions. A tendril shot out, giving me time to avoid it, but barely avoid the next one.
It attacked, I dodged, he got tired, I got tired, he regained energy, and I learned a new tactic. "Lunar binding!" The attack came from the new scepter, and didn't use much energy however. The shadow couldn't move, except backwards, and fell into a corner, where it shrunk to a more manageable size. "Lunar binding!" The thing had begun to break free. Another attack came to mind just as I was going to bind it again. "Torment of darkness!" The same light and glitter came from the scepter as it the thing dead on. Light began to fill the shadow from the inside, and seconds later, consumed it, with the last threats lingering in the surrounding area. Wearily, I lowered myself to the ground to stop the dizziness. My vision cleared a few minutes later. Tokyo tower chime ten. That fight took awhile, or longer than it felt, at least. Leaning against the building, I thought about if I could do it tonight, and then I realized that if I didn't do it now, it would be after Christmas.
I saw that the moon was at 3 quarters, or more seven eighths. On full moons, and a few days after a full moon, or on a new year, I glowed more evidently in the moon light, besides the subtle glow I always had. Explaining that would be hard. The open day I had was Tuesday, then Friday to next Monday to do this. The problem was that for Andrews party, we had to leave on the 28th or 29th to get up to the little mansion where his family held a party every year. That left Tuesday, Friday, or Saturday. Sometimes, I was a driver for those things, or Lita was and since Lita wasn't here, I was stuck with the job. Joy. Friday was the funeral, and I was planning to suggest that it be combined with the memorial service. I had to do that sometime. All that meant that I had to do it Tuesday to uphold the charade I play for the rest of my world. One night of life threatening actions coming up.
It was now ten thirty. I had made it to the morgue, and was preparing to teleport eight bodies into my basement. First, though, I had to get inside the building. No one would come by a morgue at night. People are just too superstitious.
As she did with the rest of the story, this part seemed like she relived it every day.
Silently, I dropped down the four story building with the wind caused by my wings being very loud. No one hears me. I feel inside the building for where people are, where their vibrations are. One man is in the basement, probably freezing a body. I open the door to the front of the building, the only entrance, to find that I missed someone. I call up invisibility quicker than is healthier. The person turns his back to me. The base of my scepter knocks him out. Silently, I crept down the steps behind the door, still invisible. Down in the basement, some female is having fun staring at the knives, needles and chemicals. I pull up an 'I'm not here' spell and creep past her. Crunch. A can underneath my foot is smashed and the lady turns around. I knock her out and wipe her memory of tonight-permanently. I can't let anyone know about this…I see another door. I open that to see a room lined with little drawers full of bodies. The phrase senshi-planet are marked on the drawers. Some one is a fan here at the morgue. It is good to know that we reach all kinds of people. I pull open those drawers. One by one, I teleport them into a self made freezer that used to be my basement. By midnight, I am at home, upset with holding the corpses of my friends in my arms to carry them to their temporary resting spots. Somewhere, I notice that they are all still transformed.
By the time I have been asleep for a few hours and had cried most of the night, the police are called, and when Sailor Moon is called, I don't come. Nothing is remembered after falling onto my bed.
I don't remember when I had fallen asleep, or when I even came home. Around noon, I wake up, with the last memory of teleporting Jupiter, the last senshi, into my basement. I felt the stiffness of my face, and conclude that I had cried during the night. Lying there on my bed, I feel that I am about to face beryl again, and that I am about to die. All I am going to do is lay my fellow senshi to rest, where they will finally not have to worry about hiding our immortality, our innate powers, and our secret identities. Are they luckier than I am, to be able to do that? Or am I the lucky one to live? I turn my head towards my pictures. We are all so happy, so carefree, those years ago. Another picture is of last year, in the summer. Our faces are relieved but tired, and other wise happy. Comparing pictures, we look so different, but it is unexplainable. The last current picture is just a few months old, again, in the summer. We're faking it, or people who knew us would say. We are tired, and actually look it. A bruise even dots Ami's pale face and all of our faces, but no bruise should ever be on the face of one who wanted to save people. They are the lucky ones, to be free of all these charades.
My alarm buzzes one. Oh, yeah, I still have to give my other people gifts. Why? Will they even remember me when I am gone from Tokyo, and off to finish my destiny? Will any of the senshi clan be remembered after the memorial service? I laugh softly. We won't be remembered as the people, who died, or the teenagers killed, but as the girls in mini skirts with magic attacks who died against the bad guy. Was that what we had wanted to be remembered by as we dreamt of becoming a priestess or a model? No, of course it wasn't. Destiny made it that way.
Up until that point, I had been seeing things as if I had been looking into the past. That needs to change; I need to see my pointless future. After the New Year, it would, and my past won't haunt me anymore. Let Tokyo burn for all I care. It has done nothing for us, even though we have given our lives for it. Yes, may Tokyo be covered in shadow and die.
It has finally been done, and now the fates get a chance to win…of course it will be turned on its head of course. Thanks for reading and even more thanks to reviewers. R&R, Chrisanikakwanzsasolstice. Eh I tried…
Yes don't be shocked but Saturn's Darkness was productive on Christmas Eve