Hello again! To those who sent their reviews, you've really touched my heart—
Thank you so much!
(I dedicate this chapter to a dear friend who just died, my dog, Reeves—
For the loyalty and love I see whenever I look into your eyes.)
Anyway, hope you enjoy this one, especially Serena and Harry's scene!
(KD) Keating's Disciple
"Talking"
'Thinking'
(Setting, Place)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sailor Moon or Harry Potter; they belong to Takeuchi Naoko and J.K. Rowling.
MEMORIES OF YOU
CHAPTER 3: Black Notebook
( August 3, 1999 – 6: 45 AM
3rd floor, Bartlett Hall
14th Bloomsbury Road, London )
With her oval compact mirror, Serenity Moon scrutinized the dark areas under her eyes.
"You look horrible, Princess," the magic compact mirror stated jokingly.
Serenity rolled her eyes, "I know, Setsuna, I know."
She put the small compact mirror down and studied her face in the bigger mirror attached to the vanity table. "That's the reason why we have make-up and concealers…to try to hide those awful eye bags and other imperfections," she explained as she fished out a tube of concealer from her make-up purse.
While she applied some of the cosmetic under her eyes, the small magic mirror addressed her again, "Princess, you haven't been sleeping again."
The moon princess picked up the compact mirror, stared at it and said, "Yes, I have," continuing to spread the concealer evenly.
The magic compact mirror seemed to laugh, "Oh, although you're a good painter, Your Highness, you're such a terrible liar!"
It paused for a moment and continued in a more solemn tone, "I know everything, Your Highness. I could see you through the Mirror of Time … the dreams and images are bothering you again … and your drawings of those things you see in your head."
The girl placed the compact mirror on the table again and leaned back to her chair. She crossed her arms and furrowed her thin eyebrows, "Setsuna, since you have been watching me through your Mirror of Time, I know that you know the truth. I believe you know something about these dreams and images … you're not just telling it to me."
The Guardian of Time whispered, "Princess, no matter how much I'd like to tell you the truth … I don't want to risk the chance of altering fate. Soon, you will find out everything … destiny will show you the way."
"Setsuna," said Serenity, "sometimes I really find it exasperating whenever you talk these riddles. Mother is not telling me anything as well. She's just like you…talking in riddles! Telling me to be patient and be strong to overcome these bizarre happenings. Now I know how Mamoru felt when he had those nightmares of me dying. Unfortunately, he's the one dead right now…him and…and the senshis…" Tears started to form in her eyes.
"Now, now, don't cry…" the magic oval mirror said, "…or else you'll ruin your make-up. We have great faith in you, Princess. Queen Serenity, Mamoru, and the senshis…their souls are watching over you. Always remember that. And besides, the Three Lights are with you now. Plus, this dashing photographer new boyfriend of yours, David Morgan."
"He's not my boyfriend, Setsuna. He's just a friend," the lady artist said with a small laugh, wiping her tears with facial tissue.
"Anyway, about Mamoru and the senshis…I have accepted their death better now…it's just…I still miss them. I just don't know how I seem to be dealing with their death more easily at present," Serenity wondered, staring at the diagonal scar on her right palm.
"Perhaps it's the boy in your dreams," the small mirror said.
Still looking at the wound on her right palm, the Lunarian princess answered, "Probably. I don't know. I really don't know him, yet his face continues to haunt me from time to time. But when his face appears in my dreams or in my head, I feel…warm and … and protected and sad at the same time."
"Maybe you'll meet him someday, don't worry," Setsuna's voice responded.
"Maybe … HEY!! There you go again, you and your cryptic words!" snorted Serenity. "You know, you're not just good at monitoring people, you're good at keeping secrets from me too!" she added with a pout.
"You know me very well, Your Highness," the little mirror chuckled. "By the way, you look a lot better now. All made-up … that concealer really does make wonders."
"Thanks, Setsuna. So, should I put my hair down or tie it up?" the blue-eyed girl asked.
"Whatever you like, Princess. Any hairstyle will suit you…just don't shave off your hair or color it. Silver really suits you," the Time Guardian said.
"HAHA! Well, I'll just braid it then," Serenity finally decided, starting to brush her long silver hair.
Few moments passed when suddenly—
KNOCK! KNOCK!
"Come in," said Serenity while checking her braid.
A tall, young man with dark brown hair and dark blue eyes walked into Serenity's room, hands carrying something behind his back.
He stopped behind Serenity and smiled, "You look lovely today, Ser. Flowers for you, milady," showing a bouquet of assorted flowers from his back and presenting them to the girl.
"Wow, David!" the lady artist exclaimed, turning towards the man and accepting the beautiful blossoms. "How very thoughtful of you, thanks," she said with a blush, standing up and putting the flowers in a vase.
"Well, breakfast is ready. Philip, Lori and the Three Lights are already waiting for us at the mansion," the handsome man informed.
"So, milady, shall we?" he asked offering her his arm.
Serenity closed her compact mirror and placed it in her pocket, "Of course, kind sir, whisk me away towards the dining hall," giggled the silver-haired girl taking the young man's arm.
With that, Serenity and the guy named David left the room and went to the Sanders Mansion.
Harry and the rest thought that the Lunarian princess died, especially since the moon crystal had been taken out of her body and had been crushed by Voldemort.
After Serena had died during the battle in the Riddle Manor, Setsuna Meioh—the Guardian of Time, took her body and tried to revive it. The spirits of Queen Serenity, Prince Endymion, and the Sailor Senshis had gathered and resurrected the Lunarian princess.
Together they had joined the powers of the Silver Moon, the Earth and the rest of the planets, forming a new life source for Serena—the cosmic crystal. When they had restored Serena's life, her silver gold hair turned into pure silver.
Since the cosmic crystal was now the source of life and powers of the revived princess, Serena's memories during her stay at Hogwarts were not restored. When the Dark Lord had shattered Serena's moon crystal, her memories of Harry and the Wizarding World were also destroyed.
Upon the request of Queen Serenity, the Sailor Starlights had left their planet and went with Serena back to the mortal world. Setsuna gave the Lunarian princess a small oval compact mirror in order for them to be able to communicate with each other.
Serena and the Sailor Starlights stayed in Japan, with the latter having their comeback as the famous Three Lights rock band. The Lunarian princess created her new identity, Serenity Moon, and supported the Three Lights with their projects.
In one of the band's concerts in Tokyo, Serenity met David Morgan, a renowned fashion photographer from London, who was in Japan for a vacation that time. While in Tokyo, there was this one occasion when David invited Serenity to attend an art workshop, conducted for two weeks. It was during that art workshop when the Lunarian princess discovered her unique talent in drawing and painting.
During the workshop's exhibit, an Italian art professor named Francesco de Rossi saw Serenity's works and was impressed. Professor de Rossi offered Serenity a scholarship in the school where he was teaching and administering—the prestigious Royal Academy of Arts, in Picadilly, London. The Lunarian princess accepted the scholarship, pleasing the professor, and even David, very much. Thus, giving birth to the career of the art genius, Serenity Moon.
Serenity had been staying in London for a year now, finishing her studies at the said art school. The Three Lights also stayed with her, after having been accepted in the Kingston College of Music and Media.
While in London, David Morgan had courted Serenity, but sadly was turned down by the
silver-haired girl. Presently, the two remained very close friends though. The young photographer had been the one who introduced Serenity and the Three Lights to the Sanders.
Philip and Lori Sanders were the godparents of David. When David's parents had died in an accident when he was 12, the childless couple asked the boy to live with them in the Sanders Mansion. From then on, Philip and Lori treated and cared for David like their own son. But when David had gotten older and began his career as a fashion photographer, he moved in to the Bartlett Hall.
The Bartlett Hall had been owned by the Sanders for years now, functioning as a big working place and apartment for artists. The couple had named the building after Philip's parents—Mr. and Mrs. Bartholomew and Paulett Sanders.
Besides being David's godparents, Philip and Lori were also respected philanthropists and major sponsors of art exhibitions in London and other cities in Europe. Philip ran his own textile company, while Lori acted one of the heads of the famous Hayward Gallery and British Museum.
Once the couple had learned about the young painter Serenity Moon, they immediately asked her to visit them and David at Bloomsbury. Since then, Serenity and the Three Lights had been visiting the Sanders Mansion and stayed at the Bartlett Hall during their vacations.
The couple offered Serenity to sponsor her first major one-woman art exhibit at the Hayward Gallery. And now, since the lady artist was spending her school break, they finally decided to hold the show.
In two weeks, Serenity Moon would be revealing and sharing her masterpieces to the world.
( 7: 12 AM
Dining Room, Sanders Mansion
14th Bloomsbury Road, London )
A laughing Serenity dressed in light yellow long-sleeved tunic with floral design, baby pink capri pants and pink sandals; arrived at the dining hall with her friend photographer, David.
The Sanders and the Three Lights were already seated at the table and had started eating breakfast.
"Good morning, Serenity, David!" greeted Lori Sanders with a smile while buttering her piece of toast.
Philip Sanders looked up from the newspaper he was reading, "Good morning, you two," he said curtly then dropped his gaze back to the paper.
David walked to the table and greeted everyone, then ushered Serenity to her seat.
"Good morning, Lori, Philip," said the silver-haired girl to the couple. She turned to Seiya, Taiki and Yaten, "Morning, guys." The three nodded and mumbled their greetings.
"Serenity, dear," Mrs. Sanders spoke suddenly, putting down her toast, "Seiya said that you've been working again in the studio until 2 in the morning…Sweetie, you should really rest and enjoy your school break."
Serenity turned towards Seiya who was smiling guiltily and shot him a glare. Then she gazed back to the worried Mrs. Sanders, "Really, Lori, I am okay…it's just one of those sudden artistic impulses. So please don't worry."
Philip looked from his paper, "Serenity, Lori is right, don't stress yourself too much. Oh! Before I forget…" he paused, "…here's another article about you that I've been reading," he said calmly to the girl, passing her the newspaper.
"Oh my…" the lady artist whispered, browsing the article in her hands. "Moon Chronicles: Lady Renaissant on Exhibit…" she read.
"Oh, I'm truly excited, Serenity," beamed Mr. Sanders. "My friend editor in that newspaper really arranged a great publicity for you. Actually, other newspapers and magazines had been talking about you for the past weeks. I'm really looking forward for your big exhibit, Serenity," the kind philanthropist said.
"Gosh, thank you very much, Philip …" blushed the Lunarian princess, "… thank you to both of you…" she addressed sincerely to the Sanders. She then turned towards David and the Three Lights with a smile, "Thank you, guys!"
"Don't mention it," David answered tenderly. "It's really nice to help a fellow artist," he finished with a wink.
"Well, Ser," Yaten suddenly joined, "you really are getting famous. We are very happy for you!"
"Yeah, Ser, it's really amazing how much you've accomplished within just a year!" Taiki added.
Lori smiled more widely at the girl she had become fond of, "Serenity, dear, you don't owe us anything. You did all of this by yourself. Well, we just really have the eye for great talent."
"That's true, Serenity. Lori and I had devoted ourselves to helping people, especially artists like you, David and the Three Lights," added Philip. He looked at his watch,
"Oh! I have to go now. I have an appointment at 9 AM," he said starting to leave the table.
"By the way…Taiki, I'll send your proposal to my colleague at the Islington School of Music," Philip told the quiet Three Lights member.
The brown-haired singer smiled, "Thank you very much, Philip."
"You're welcome," replied Mr. Sanders. He went to his wife, bent down and kissed her on the cheek, "Goodbye, everyone. Lori." And with that he left them.
Then David stood up from his seat, "Ah! Me too," he said, dabbing the table napkin to his mouth, "I got to go. I still have a photo shoot!" He kissed Serenity softly on the head and did the same to Lori, "Ser, Lori," he addressed them.
Serenity beamed at her friend before sipping her orange juice, "Bye, David!"
Then the photographer turned to the Three Lights and waved, "Later, guys!" The trio waved back and David left the room.
"Okay, Serenity, about your dress for the exhibit…" Mrs. Sanders suddenly said to the young painter with much excitement.
Seiya turned to Taiki and Yaten and rolled his eyes, "Women," he remarked.
Taiki just smiled and Yaten chuckled, finishing their breakfast.
( 7: 40 AM
Kitchen, Stuarts' Apartment for Wizards )
The wonderful aroma of coffee filled the whole room with pleasant calmness. Green eyes checked the table once again for the last time—
Freshly baked bagels arranged neatly on a tray, delicious Egg Benedict and fried sausages on separate plates, and slices of apple, banana and strawberries doused with syrup in a big bowl.
'Perfect," Harry thought, as he set three plates on the table.
The young wizard went back to his seat. He sipped his favorite hot cocoa from his blue mug, opened his journal and began reading again the words he had written awhile ago—
I looked up the sky,
waiting for the dark cloud to descend on me.
As the wind flicked my falling tears,
I raised my hands
ready to dwell with misery.
Don't want to stay awake
and witness
and be blinded
by the light.
With misery, I will sleep forever
and not walk along the world of happy dreams.
Harry leafed through the notebook more and perused its contents.
The notebook that he was currently reading was a gift that had been given to him by Hermione, for his 18th birthday. The notebook was a very special one and had been bought by Hermione from a small weird shop at Hogsmeade.
The journal was about seven and a half inches wide, ten inches long, covered in simple black leather, and had a unique silver lock shaped like two snakes coiled together. The said notebook was special because it never ran out of paper, and it could only be used by anyone who speaks Parseltongue. Passwords in Parseltongue must be uttered in order to hide used pages, retrieve hidden pages, and to open and lock the journal.
Hermione intended to give the journal to Harry as a form of therapy in dealing with their loss of Serena. When the muggle girl had given the black notebook to Harry, a small note in Hermione's handwriting was taped on its cover. The message read—
Turn your wounds into wisdom. Fill this emptiness with everything that you feel.
At the moment, Harry's journal was visibly about half an inch thick. Most of these visible pages were poems and anecdotes authored by the young wizard. However, if the Boy-Who-Lived would retrieve and show all the pages he had consumed, his journal would definitely be a lot thicker. So many thoughts and emotions entrusted only to this black notebook.
After Voldemort's defeat and Serena's disappearance, Harry had gone back to Hogwarts safe, but with a very broken heart and spirit. He still had attended his classes, yet he avoided talking to anyone.
Oftentimes, people had seen him spacing out in the day, and heard him screaming and crying at night. Thanks to the unwavering support and belief of his friends, most especially of Ron and Hermione, the young Gryffindor wizard was able to finish the remaining months of his seventh year at the Wizarding School.
After graduation, Hermione had suggested to Ron, Ginny and Harry to continue on with their studies together. The brown-haired girl had explained that it would be easier for them this way, since they would be able to help each other out.
At present, Hermione was starting the second year of her International Magical Law course, Ginny was entering school as a first year medi-witch student, while Ron and Harry were both studying to become Aurors, beginning their second year as well.
The four friends had also been renting at the Stuarts' Apartment for Wizards, for more than a year now.
( Back to the Kitchen )
Harry heard noises in the background, 'Perhaps they're awake already,' he thought, closing his notebook and drinking from his mug again.
Few seconds later, Ron emerged to the kitchen still wearing his sleepwear.
"Hi, Ron!" Harry greeted.
"Mmmhaaghh!" yawned Ron, scratching his head with his right hand. "Mmm-morning, Harry," he said sleepily. Then he saw the food on the table, "WOW, FOOD!!" his eyes widened in pure delight.
Ron immediately sat beside the table and reached for a bagel, "Yum! Mmmm…Harry, did you prepare…mmm…all of this?" asked the red head while eating his bagel.
"Haha!" laughed Harry, amused by the reaction of his friend, "Yeah, Ron, I prepared all of this…well, except for the bagels. I bought them at a bakery this morning," he explained.
"Cool!" Ron exclaimed happily, again taking a bite of the bagel. Suddenly he said, "Hey, Harry…you going somewhere?" he asked, eyeing his dark-haired friend.
Harry dressed in a dark blue polo top and khaki cargo pants, answered, "Well, I'm going to the library today. Maybe borrow a book or two."
Then Ginny and Hermione joined the two boys at the table.
"Morning, guys!" Ginny said cheerfully to the two. Seating beside Harry, she inquired, "Hey, Harry, are you feeling okay? I heard what happened this early morning."
"Yeah, I'm fine now. I even cooked breakfast, see?" Harry answered smilingly.
"Really, Harry?" asked Hermione who was seated beside Ron. Studying the green-eyed boy's face, "Hey…did you go back to sleep when Ron and I left you? You look tired. And why are you dressed?"
Harry fixed his eyeglasses and said, "I didn't go back to sleep right away…I went to the balcony to clear my head…then wrote things on my journal…slept a little and woke up again to prepare breakfast."
He paused and placed his black notebook inside his bag, "I also went out to buy some bagels…and now…" he paused again, stood up from his seat, slung his bag to his shoulder, and grabbed his jacket on the chair, "…I'm going to the library."
"Mmm, library?" Ginny blinked, swallowed her food and continued, "But we're in our school break. Harry…don't tell me you're turning into a bookworm like Hermione. One bookworm in our group is enough already," she teased looking at Hermione's direction.
Hermione put her coffee down and snorted, "Ginny…there's nothing wrong with being a bookworm."
"Hey! I'm just teasing, Mione," Ginny chuckled. Then she turned towards her brother, "RON! Don't eat all the bagels!!" the younger red head whined.
"Mmm-mmwhat?" asked Ron, stuffing a piece of sausage and bagel to his mouth.
"She said STOP SHOVING ALL THE FOOD IN YOUR MOUTH! You dolt! You're not the only one who's going to eat here!" shouted Hermione.
Harry just smiled as he watched Ron and Hermione argue, 'True—opposites attract. They should've gotten together by now,' he mused.
"Guys, I'm leaving now," said Harry heading towards the door.
"Harry," Hermione shouted, "you haven't eaten yet!"
The green-eyed wizard replied over his shoulder, "No! I ate already!" then he closed the door.
( 10:24 AM
Literary Section, London Public Library
11th Tottenham Court Road, London )
Harry Potter had been reading a violet book for almost two hours now. This book titled, "Stories of Mystery", was a collection of short stories of puzzling events and phenomena written by various authors. However, he was getting kind of sleepy now since he didn't get that much rest last night.
He closed the book he was reading, put it aside and whispered to himself, "I think I'll take a nap." He hugged his bag in front of him, laid his head on it and closed his eyes. Moments later, Mr. Sandman took over, causing Harry to dream again.
( DREAM SEQUENCE )
After the astounding incident at the Quidditch field, Harry and the angelic girl were brought to the hospital wing. Malfoy, who had been badly hurt by the Bludger, was also tended by Madam Pomfrey. The Slytherin player was given a mild sleeping draught and was now resting at the far left corner of the infirmary.
As for Harry and the mysterious girl—well, the two were now resting next to each other, at the right corner of the medical wing. Since the Gryffindor Seeker did not have major injuries, Harry refused to be given any sleeping draught, but was still told to stay in bed by the school nurse.
While lying on the bed, the green-eyed boy kept on glancing at the sleeping girl.
He couldn't take it anymore so he sneakily got up from his bed and sat beside the blonde beauty.
Again, he carefully studied the angelic girl. Silver gold hair spread behind her like a blanket, long lashes touched her lovely face, rosy lips slightly parted, and the upturned crescent moon mark on her forehead had disappeared.
Harry brushed aside some strands that framed the girl's face, stroking the soft skin. "So soft," he murmured marveling at how her hair felt in his fingers.
Suddenly, Harry's scar on his forehead started to sting, Voldemort was trying to enter his mind again.
The Boy-Who-Lived touched his scar, closed his eyes and bent his head down in agony, "Ugghh, why do you have to enter my mind now?" he asked.
For few moments, he just bent his head down and tried to resist the pain. Then his head thrashed backwards and dropped at the end of the bed. Harry just stayed there, his head below the girl's legs, hands snatching the sheets.
( ANGELIC GIRL'S POINT OF VIEW )
She had awoken the moment she felt someone brushed aside the hair on her face. However, she just kept her eyes closed, enjoying the pleasant feeling as the fingers grazed her cheeks. Then suddenly, the gentle fingers had stopped stroking her face.
She opened her eyes and saw the green-eyed boy whom she had collided with, beside the bed, his head bent over his knees.
"Ugghh, why do you have to enter my mind now?" she heard him said.
Slowly, she sat up, propped her torso with her elbows and hands, and just silently watched the boy as his head thrashed backwards and fell below her feet.
"I want to help him," whispered the girl. "He's in so much pain," she added as she stared at him with concerned eyes.
The girl moved slowly towards the boy and cupped his face, she closed her eyes and the crescent moon appeared on her forehead again and started to glow softly. Slowly, she bent down to kiss the scar that was causing the boy's pain.
But the boy's head whipped suddenly upward and the girl's lips missed the scar on the forehead. Instead, the girl found herself kissing something else—
His lips.
( HARRY'S POINT OF VIEW )
'I need to lie down on my own bed,' Harry thought wincingly as his scar continued to throb painfully.
The boy's scar was just stinging so badly that he didn't feel the hands that cupped his face.
Harry bolted up from the bed but was stopped unexpectedly, when his lips crashed into another pair of lips. He leaned in to the kiss, savoring the softness and sweetness of the lips touching his. Slowly, the pain coming from his scar ebbed away.
After about ten seconds, the soft sweet lips started to pull away when suddenly; Harry grabbed the owner of those lips and kissed that person again—this time with a little more force.
The second kiss lasted only for five seconds, but the feeling it left Harry lasted forever.
Harry released the person that he had grabbed and opened his eyes. He saw the angelic girl staring down at him, blushing and slightly panting. The crescent moon was back again on her forehead, softly glowing.
The green-eyed boy realized what he had done and blushed furiously. "Uhh … I'm sorry," he managed to squeak softly.
'Damn hormones! But the kiss was truly AMAZING! Far better than the kiss with Cho …' Harry thought.
The girl moved away from him and sat gingerly on the bed. "I …" he heard her say, " … I am very sorry about that too … Umm … I did not mean to kiss you on the lips. I intended to kiss your scar and remove the pain," she explained shyly, the blush on her cheeks making her look more beautiful.
Then, Harry took the girl's hand tenderly and stared into her eyes. "Thank you …your kiss did stop the pain … and … I … I really enjoyed it a lot," he also said timidly.
He realized his boldness of holding the girl's hand and remembered the wonderful sensation of their kiss, that his face turned red even more. He dropped her hand quickly. "Sorry."
"No, it's okay," the blue-eyed girl replied.
Then the young Gryffindor spoke again, "Oh, I forgot to ask what your name was."
"Serena," the girl answered softly. "My name's Sere—"
BLAAGGG!!
( END OF DREAM SEQUENCE )
( Back to the Libary )
"My name's Sere—"
BLAAGGG!!
"Wha?!" exclaimed Harry, blinking at his surroundings sleepily. Someone near his table had accidentally dropped a big thick book on the floor, waking him up in the process.
He stretched his arms a little and checked his watch. "10:39," he whispered. He leaned back to his chair. 'I slept for about 15 minutes, hmm. It was Serena again … and our first kiss,' he mused wistfully.
He sat up straight and took out his journal and pen from his bag. He opened the black notebook to an empty page and thought for a moment. He gave a sigh and started to write—
Figments of a dream
Wonderful you truly are
(PAUSE)
Wisps of enchantment
chasing from a far
(PAUSE)
Feathery embrace
of your cool finger tips
Surge of sweetness
flowing through your lips
(PAUSE)
Figments of a dream
Wonderful you are to me
This feeling my heart holds
is anything but ordinary.
The green-eyed boy read the words that he just wrote and smiled sadly. He truly wished he could see Serena's smile again. He just wished he could tell her how much she meant to him.
With another sigh, Harry closed the notebook and brought it close to his face.
"sss-Lock!" he whispered in Parseltongue, causing the two silver snakes to coil together.
He returned the black journal and pen to his bag. He took his bag and the violet book he was reading and headed to a more secluded section of shelves—still thinking of the dream about the first kiss he and Serena had shared.
Mr. Sandman really knew how to torture him with his bag of dreams.
Author's Notes:
What do you think of Harry Potter being poetic? I just think it's romantic! (smiles) A different side of him, I guess…
Please review!
The quote: "Turn your wounds into wisdom," is by Oprah Winfrey.
mish: Lee Jordan's comment about Malfoy's angels not liking him or the lack of
them, is one of my favorite parts too. (smiles)
Taiki: Serena and Harry would probably meet in chapter…
( I won't tell it's a surprise! )
firefly: Thank you very much, I'm pleased to hear you like it.
kitty: Ron and Hermione aren't dating here, but Harry thought that they would
make a cute couple…'Opposites do attract'. Seiya, Taiki and Yaten and the
Starlights are one—but they weren't the one who defeated Chaos in the anime.
Sailor Moon/Serenity was the one who beat Chaos, I think. But in the manga,
Chaos did not really die; she would come back as Sailor Chaos and would
bring havoc to Sailor Cosmos's world.
Again, thanks for the reviews, people!