1The Return Of Tenshi

Ch9

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-Momiji's Dream-

A five-year-old Momiji peered into the open doorway to Hatori's office. He watched as his serious cousin talk to his mother with the idea of erasing her memory of him.

"The only regret I have is that, that thing came out of my body," Momiji's mother replied, disgusted with the fact that her son was born into this world.

Momiji watched with sad brown eyes as Hatori placed his hand over his mother's eyes. And with a quick flash of light, Momiji was forever erased from his mother's memories, mind, life, and perhaps even her heart.

Momiji turned around and ran out of the office to where even he wasn't sure of. "She hates me," he whispered softly to himself, "Mutti(1) hates me." He continued to run wherever his legs could take him.

The only time he had stopped to see where he was going was when his foot got caught in a small dug hole and he fell onto the grass that cushioned his fall. Momiji pushed himself up and looked around to see that he had gotten himself in to the garden in the back of the main house. He took his foot out of the hole and just glanced around at the gorgeous plants and trees that filled the place with cheer and fresh scents from the blossoms.

But the flowers didn't do much help for Momiji, the sadness inside of him just grew. His knees were planted horizontally on the ground and his hands were what braced him from falling. Momiji's blond curly hair was matted to his head, wet with sweat; his brown eyes changed from being focused and not as they were slightly blurred from his tears still harboring in place, refusing to budge.

"Momiji, what's wrong?"

Momiji looked up to see Usagi standing in front of him with a worried look on her face. She was wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of faded blue jeans; both articles of clothing had patches of dirt on it. She had a light brown smudge on her cheek under her right eye. In her hands was a pot of pale pink honeysuckles, which looked ready to be planted.

"Tenshi, what are you doing here?" Momiji asked, rubbing his eyes, trying to hide the fact that he as about to cry, and smiled at her.

Usagi walked over to the hole he had tripped over and placed the pot down. "I'm just putting some of the flowers here so I could make this place look prettier," Usagi replied. She looked up at Momiji and playfully scolded, "Don't change the subjet."

"I think what you meant is 'Don't change the subject'," Akito corrected, walking into the garden. He smiled at Usagi when she looked at him, but the minute she looked down, Akito frowned at Momiji with disgust and disappointment.

"Usagi, I have to go out for a little while, but I'll be back in time for dinner," Akito said softly. "I expect Momiji will help you with your task."

Momiji immediately knew that even if it sounded like a suggestion, it was really an order, one that you must follow unless you wish to be punished…severely. The young boy kept his gaze down and muttered, "Hai, Akito, I'll help Tenshi."

Akito nodded his approval to Momiji's response. He knelt down beside the busy Usagi, who was planting the honeysuckle into the hole, and planted a kiss on her cheek. "Be a good girl, okay?" he said.

Usagi nodded her head and watched as Akito turned around and walked away. When she couldn't see him anymore, Usagi turned to Momiji. She stared at her cousin with concern in her eyes.

"Momiji, did something happen?" Usagi asked, crawling over to the downcast Momiji. "You look really upset. Did something bad happen to you?"

Momiji sat on the grass and brought his knees closer to his chest. "Mutti hates me," Momiji whispered, "She went to Ha'ri and got her memory erased."

Usagi gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. "Momiji," she whispered. Her eyes went wide as she realized that Momiji's life could never be the same ever again from this day on.

Her, Momiji, and Hatsuharu were all pretty close, considering they were all the same age, just a couple of months apart. Hatsuharu was born in the spring, just as his name 'first spring'(2) stated. Momiji's name means 'maple', and was born in the autumn, the very season in which the tree's colors become vibrant. Usagi's name, though it means 'rabbit', has nothing to do with the season in which she was born into, which was the summer.

Usagi latched herself onto the sobbing boy and hugged him. "I told papa I was okay with mutti forgetting me, but I don't want her to," Momiji whispered, "I didn't want mutti to forget, but…but…"

"Your mommy is sick, so by having her memory erase, she could get better," Usagi whispered, "And maybe in the future, she could become stronger and maybe she'll let you back in."

"Maybe," Momiji muttered, "But what if she doesn't let me in? What if she doesn't remember me anymore?" The feeling of hopelessness increased as those thoughts ran through his mind. The pain and sadness his heart felt grew slowly until the pain felt as though it was going to explode throughout his whole body.

"At least, you could now make new memories in the future," Usagi said, "She might now be able to look after you, but…you could look after her." She glanced over at Momiji and smiled at his tear stained and flushed face. "You could be your mommy's guardian angel."

Momiji nodded his head. "You're right, Tenshi. Maybe mutti will remember me again. And then we can be a family again," he said, smiling widely.

He hugged Usagi tightly and then dragged Usagi to the pots of flowers. "Come on, let's do some planting!" he cheered, jumping up and down.

Usagi giggled and raced with Momiji to gather more pots of flowers. The rest of the afternoon was spent in laughter as the two friends spend their time being covered in dirt with flowers planted into the ground, transforming the garden into their own secret hideaway.

-Hatori's Dream-

Hatori sat in black chair beside his desk. He ran a hand through his black hair and dragged it down his face. He was now twenty-years-old, ever since he was a child, he was trained to become a doctor just as the dragon before him. In those last fifteen years, he had seen miracles happen in his family, but there was one miracle that stood above all else. It was when…

"Ha'ri! Come quick!" Momiji shouted, rushing into the room. The nine-year-old brown-eyed blonde was looking more like his mother each day. He had lived with Hatori being his guardian for the last four years.

"What is it, Momiji? Is Akito ill again?" he asked getting up. Hatori reached over to grab the black medical bag when Momiji stopped him.

The young child shook his head and shouted, "NO! It's a lot worse!"

Hatori raised his eyebrow. What could be worse than Akito being sick? Akito's the head of the family so it's understandable that he's always ill, but what was it that Momiji had in mind?

"It's Tenshi. She's sick. Very sick!" Momiji screamed, "And Akito is very upset. If Tenshi doesn't get better, I'm scared that Akito might get angry!"

Hatori's eyes widened. He took hold of the bag and quickly ran towards the main house, almost as if the entire world rides on the fact if this one little girl gets better or not.

"But then again," he said silently, "It does." Usagi Tsukino, a.k.a. Tenshi, it's been known throughout the entire family that she was meant for great things in the future. She was the miracle that plagues Hatori's mind.

Ever since Hatori was brought to the Tsukinos and laid eyes on the newborn baby. Ever since he watched with excitement as the wings grew on her back, eliminating all signs of her sickness that threatened her life. Ever since he watched as the baby grew into a little angel with a galaxy-sized heart.

Hatori wasn't a very religious person, believing in God or Jesus, but this is one thing he hold true in his heart. But what if Usagi's birthday wasn't in June, but in December, and not just any day in that month, but on December 25 (3). Then everyone will actually see Usagi as a miracle as well, just as they had viewed Jesus Christ as a miracle.

He quickly burst into the room and saw a pale Usagi lying in her futon on the floor. Her blond hair was taken out of its usual style and laid fanned out around her. Her eyes revealed exhaustion, but not a hint of their sparkle disappeared.

"Hey, Usagi, how are you feeling?" Hatori asked as he kneeled down next to her. He opened the medical bag and smiled gently at the girl.

Usagi smiled weakly at the doctor. "I'm okay, Tori-nii, just a bit tired," she whispered, "Akito-san wanted to be in here, but Reno-nii told him he can't. I think he's mad."

"Of course, Akito can't come in. He might catch your cold," Hatori said, "One sick patient is enough for today."

"Gomen ne, Tori-nii," Usagi said softly, "For making you come on your day off."

Hatori gave Usagi her shot and made her eat her medicine. "Don't worry about it, Usagi, just concentrate on getting better," he said, tucking the girl in.

"Hai," she said with a smile, snuggling into the covers. "Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?" she asked with droopy eyes.

A grin crept up on his face as Hatori looked down to his little miracle. He held her small hand in his and caressed her cheek as he softly whispered a story about a lost little angel with sun kissed golden hair and the clearest blue eyes, who was stranded in a kingdom filled with people, who has no hope for their future, and managed to become their light of hope.

Usagi fell asleep at the end of the story with her fever slowly diminishing under the doctor's watchful eyes. As she slowly drifted off into dreamland, she overheard Hatori mutter, "The people in that kingdom was the Sohma family and the little angel was you," and kissed her cheek before leaving the room.

(1) mother in German

(2) I'm guessing that's what Hatsuharu name means. Hatsu meant first and haru meant spring, so I just put it together to make it mean 'first spring'.

(3) December 25 is known as Christmas day and the day Jesus was born. If you didn't know that…then I feel terribly sorry for you.

Anyway, so how was it? Did you like this chapter? Send some reviews. Oh, and before I forget…CONTINUE TO VOTE PLEASE! The poll is on top as you can see. Stay tuned for the next chapter. It's Hatsuharu's turn and…I'll leave you to guess until next time.