NOTE: This chapter is heavily based around Rini (more so that the Sailor Moon SuperS collection claims to be). Please Review and let me know how you feel about this and what you think of this chapter. Also it'd be great to know what some of you think of the whole story overall. For more of my Sailor Moon stories just search my pen name. Thanks.
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Rini had called all of the Sailor Scouts and Tuxedo Mask that very same day to meet her at the dock at the end of the park. She had the slight feeling that most of them had been able to place the meeting and the dock together to know what this all meant. She sighed, not sure if it was of relief or sorrow. One by one all of the girls arrived in their civilian outfits, Luna and Artemis accompanying them. Serena and Darien where the last to show up.
"Stupid Serena, she's always late" Rini thought to herself, her own words hurting her.
As they all looked towards Rini and meet her eyes they all knew what was going to happen.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" Darien asked her. "You don't have to do this, we'd be glad to have you stay longer"
"Yes please Rini, please reconsider" some of the girls begged but Rini did not listen to what the had to say.
"I need to go and see my mommy" she said, her mind made up. "I need to go back to the future. I need to get away from here; I need a break from all of it"
Serena was the only one who seemed to understand what the little girl was saying. She smiled weakly and tried to encourage her decision. All eight girls and Darien watched as Rini went back to her own time.
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"I'm back home" she thought to herself, as she removed her hands, uncovering her eyes. "I'm back home!" she squealed, running towards the palace where her parents would be. She ran across the grassy fields laughing as she did so. She stopped a few times to admire flowers and to perform handstands to express her excitement. She ran through the streets of Crystal Tokyo, people stopping along the way to great her and pay their respects to the young princess. She ran past them all, waving and smiling at those she could. By the time she reached the palace she was out of breath, but still to excited and energized to stop and take a break. Slowly and gracefully she walked up their stairs of the palace, trying not to make a klutz out of herself or look like a disrespectful or disobedient child. She stopped along the way and greeted some of the maids, continuing up the stairs. A wide grin spread across her face as she looked around the place that she called home. Nothing had changed. Feeling an urge of what others might call immaturity, she broke into a run, running to where her mother and father would most likely be; outside in the rose garden.