A/N: Sorry for the wait everyone!Here is chapter 11. I can't believe this one took so long to write, but I just wasn't happy with it initially.

Thanks again to my steady reviewers Thundercrash, Jedi Misty, Loveinthebattlefield, Dragonlady Relena, and now Aya! You guys keep me inspired. :)

Chapter 11: Souls Awakened:

Part 1:

Rubeus stomped into his command room with barely restrained anger and many things on his mind. The surroundings instantly eased a little of the agitation. Aside from numerous monitors keyed into various parts of the world, a mural stretched across the far wall. It depicted a triumphant Rubeus firing the device that destroyed the moon. It was done by an artist shortly after his conquest, though that artist was long gone now. For him it was an act of whimsy. More military despot than art connoisseur, it might make one wonder why such a thing was held in high esteem, until you counted in his ego.

For so long he had experienced no opposition. Why, when he was so close to the goal, would this happen now. However he smirked to himself. Rubeus still had some aces in the hole, and the game was only beginning. Metallia had graciously allowed him to regain all of the memories of his past life long ago on Nemesis, something he fervently kept from Sapphire. But he had learned a thing or two from his failures there. For one thing, never put all your hopes and goals on one plan.

"I think it's time for a little family reunion," he spoke aloud, his voice echoing in the cold empty chamber. Unknown to Sapphire, Rubeus had found the whereabouts of some of their former family members. Weak and helpless as they were it would be no matter to kidnap and recruit them. There had been no need before, and Rubeus had to admit he was reluctant to share his glory, but things had changed. Pulling up the first destination he opened a portal to a small side street where two floors above, a dim lamp lit a broken window.

Emma crouched on the sofa, hands wrapped around her knees. She hadn't even bothered to change, still donning fishnet stockings and the fluffy, feathery garments that barely covered the sensitive parts. She knew he would be home soon and she fingered her meager earnings nervously before tucking them back into her bodice. He was not going to be happy.

It was raining and Emma's mind began slipping back to the past. She remembered the day, five years ago, that she had gone from Emma the orphan to Emerald, the exotic dancer, and from Emma who wanted to be a princess, to Emerald who just wanted to run away.

He had found her scooping water from a rain puddle into a small cup, hungry, thirsty, and tired. He had been kind to her, treating her to luxurious feasts and all the water she could drink. And then, when she had become attached to the lifestyle and looked upon him like a father, that was when the work came and she knew nothing was for free anymore.

Just like that these five years have turned into a blur of exhaustion, stress, and pain. The thought of pain brought her thoughts back to the present. She had made half of what she normally did, perhaps thanks to the rain, and he was going to be mad. Torn by both fear and anger she waited on the knife's edge of breaking down, until the door opened.

"Alright, hand it over." He stood over her, beer belly hanging over dirt-stained pants. She could smell the alcohol all over him, but she demurely handed over the money which he promptly threw against the wall.

"You're holding out on me! Give me all of it now you little…" He took a swing at her, his hammy fist flying through the air with all the force of drunken rage. It never connected. To her shock she saw another man with his hand out, stopping the punch cold and looking like it cost him very little effort.

Her manager's jaw dropped and he barely managed to stutter out a shocked "L-Lord Rubeus?" His name was everywhere but she had never seen him before. Emma took him in from the spiky red hair to his muscle-bound chest and arms. His eyes were cold, showing little emotion and if anything only anger. He was not what she expected their ruler to look like, but Emma realized fearfully that she would have little hope of fending him off.

Rubeus squeezed the man's hand until he felt something snap and then threw him down the stairs and out into the street with one throw. Emma backed up cautiously, looking for a place to run. His eyes turned to her and she was frozen to the spot.

Rubeus forced a smile and reminded himself to be patient. "You don't have to be afraid Emma. I'm not here to hurt you. I am here to take you home. We've been searching for you for many years but it's all over now. You won't have to worry about this creep ever again." He extended a hand to help her up, but she shied away from it, clearly terrified.

"What are you talking about? Who said I needed any help?" Emma was close to panic. Rubeus was known to be cruel and sadistic. If she fell into his clutches he could do anything to her and she wouldn't have the power to fight it.

"Come on Emerald," he said, slipping into her old name by habit. "Haven't you ever felt that you were different somehow? It's because you are. You are part of a royal family. There will be plenty of time for explaining later." It grated on him to speak in such a soft patronizing manner and his patience was growing thin.

How could he have known, Emma wondered. She had often daydreamed in younger years that a handsome prince would come and take her away to a palace somewhere. It was a dream close to her heart though she'd long since lost faith in such childish fancies. He certainly wasn't a charming prince but she began to wonder if he were right. Maybe there was something different about her after all. If she didn't chase this mystery down now she'd never forgive herself. "Alright. I'll come with you." She took his hand and stepped through the portal into the unknown.

She found herself inside of a bare room with only a bed and a dresser. Atop the dresser were a comb, an ornate green decorative fan, and a beautiful emerald necklace. Something about the two seemed familiar and she found herself wanting to touch them, but restrained herself. They certainly did not belong to her. "Welcome home, Lady Emerald," Rubeus said still smiling graciously as she sat down. "We have much to discuss, so when you're ready please come with me."

He led her through the corridors to Sapphire's rooms which were on the way. "Sapphire, there is someone I would like you to meet."

Emerald surveyed the room which was littered with crystals, strange ingredients, wires, and leftover bits of things she could not identify. It seemed both laboratory and bedroom. Her gaze followed to a young man with dark blue hair wearing a blue buttoned shirt and white pants. As she stepped into the room she could see another person lying in a bed and hooked up to some machinery. He had snow white hair that was just short of his shoulders. His face was slender and almost regal looking, not to mention unbelievably handsome. She had trouble pulling her eyes away from the sleeping form. "Who is that?"

Sapphire spoke up, laying a hand on his brother's arm before looking at Emerald. "He is my brother, Diamond." Seeing the unasked question in her eyes he answered, "We were both in an accident some time ago. My brother has yet to awaken."

A hint of sympathy shone in her eyes. She could clearly see the regard and concern Sapphire had for his brother. But Rubeus interrupted the little reunion. "Come Emerald, it's time to see Metallia. She will help you regain your memories."

Sapphire whispered to her under his breath so Rubeus could not hear. "Don't do it. It will change you." However Emerald was far too anxious to remember and to find out who she was. She spun on her heels, flashing Sapphire an apologetic smile, and all but bounced out the door in Rubeus' heels. Sapphire shook his head and returned to work.

Part 2:

Tuxedo Mask stood guard over the entrance to where Sarah was hidden. He watched the last rays of sun set, lost in his own thoughts. He tried over and over again to remember when he had first met the four of them, how they had first come to him. And over and over he came up empty or with subtle hints that frustrated him more than helped. Luna came out and sat with him but said nothing, her small and quiet presence somehow reassuring.

An idea began to come to him, long shot though it was. Though he hadn't known what it was before, he could always feel what was happening on the Earth. Now he understood why he had such a connection and his understanding had made it stronger. But if he could sense things, was it possible to send something? Could he call to them somehow? The idea was certainly worth a try. "Luna, I'm going to try something."

Kneeling down on one knee he placed a hand firmly on the ground. Immediate nearby sensations came to him, but he closed his eyes and forced his senses to go further, thrusting his consciousness as deep as he could. Pain assaulted him as he reached stagnant waters filled with pollution, areas damaged by constant quakes, desolate zones where nothing grew. He pushed on, sending these thoughts as strongly and as widespread as he could.

"Kunzite, Zoisite, Nephrite, Jadeite! Please awaken and come to me. I need you." He repeated the thought over and over, using up every ounce of concentration he could muster. He sank to both knees, feeling lightheaded but still he sent the message until at last he could no longer keep up the connection and nearly collapsed as it suddenly snapped.

"Are you all right? You nearly passed out!" Luna thrust a worried face into his eyes as he waited for the world to stop spinning. Finally things settled and he felt confident to stand up. "I'm OK Luna."

"Did you reach them?" she asked quietly.

"I don't know. Let's hope so."

Part 3:

Nate finished putting his tools and bags of soil away as the last dying rays of the sun slipped beneath the horizon. The night was his favorite time, his quiet time and he soon settled down to watch the stars before tucking in to sleep. The night was very clear. He could see the big dipper clearly, and the North Star. The shattered Moon let off a very soft glow in the reflected light from the Sun. He let his mind wander, remembering nights just like this long ago.

His father used to take him out camping and hunting, spending long nights together by the fire and under the stars. His father had once told him that the stars watch over all of us, waking or sleeping. "If I wave at the stars, can they see it father?" Nate had asked once when he was five.

"Of course Nathaniel, but they live so far away that it might take a thousand years for your wave to reach them, and a thousand years for them to blink back. So you would never see it in your lifetime." His father had answered. Nate had waved anyway.

His mouth turned up in a smile remembering those days. For weeks afterward young Nate had watched the skies, hoping that a star might wink back at him. And though none had, watching the stars had become a habit by then. Just for kicks, he waved again, saying out loud, "Hello there stars." He immediately felt a bit silly, but his embarrassment turned to wide eyed surprise as what seemed like low whispered voices seemed to dance around him. He leapt up from the chair, looking around him with alarm.

"soon…"

"…has come…."

A surge seemed to suddenly come through the earth below his feet. It felt as if the world were spinning, And the stars too seemed to be spinning, twirling in dizzying patterns.

"neph…"

The patterns began to turn to images. He felt himself falling, losing his footing, but it seemed a thousand miles away as the images played across his eyes. He was seeing from high above a young man with dark shoulder length brown hair standing alone calling out to the stars again and again, communing throughout time with these celestial bodies. He wore some sort of uniform and as Nate seemed to zoom in closer he suddenly realized he was looking at himself, coming face to face with the eager eyes star searcher so much like him.

"…phrite…"

His point of view shifted and he saw himself with three other men fighting, training and watching over another with raven hair. As soon as he looked upon the younger raven haired young man a shock ran through him. Nate knew him. He was someone important. But before he could look again he was enveloped in blackness.

"Nephrite!" The whispered voices were more urgent now.

Sensation suddenly reached him, the chill from the hard ground beneath him seeping through his clothes. His head was sore, apparently from hitting it as he fell. He wondered just why he was sprawled out on the ground as he opened his eyes, and sat up rubbing the back of his head. The last few minutes suddenly came back to him with a start and he looked up at the stars curiously, half-wondering if he had imagined the whole thing.

"Nephrite," the stars whispered in many voices.

"We have waited long."

"We have missed you."

He suddenly felt a great joy fill him, as if being reunited with long lost family, as if something missing had been returned. So the stars did talk. He had always hoped they could even as a little boy and it seemed he had spoken with them before, in another time.

"So you do talk after all," he said with a look of awe and admiration in his eyes, "Why did you not talk to me earlier, when I was young?"

Several voices answered at once, talking over each other.

"Always…"

"We called for you."

"Always we spoke to you, watched you…"

"It was you who couldn't listen."

Nate was speechless. He knew now that they had done something, to open his ears or his heart, to awaken a connection that was dormant somehow. "Thank you, for whatever you did."

"Find him…you must find him."

"Earth's prince…"

"…in danger…"

"Nephrite you must go to him."

The celestial voices were becoming urgent again. Somehow he knew this person was the one in his vision. His father had always put a lot of credence in visions, having gone through an actual vision quest when he himself was little. Nate knew in his heart he would have to follow this through. When the powers that be called out this strongly, you listened. "Stars, I don't know where to find him. Can you tell me?"

"Do not worry young one, we will guide you as always. Trust in us."

He held out his hand almost by reflex. A narrow beam shot down from above, and something shimmered into existence in his hand. It was a crystal, dark like the night sky. It was warm to the touch and glowed briefly as he closed his hand around it. Something about it seemed familiar. He held it up, turning slowly around in a circle until he reached a direction where the crystal began to glow. Getting the idea he slipped the crystal back into his pocket. "I will find him. Thank you, stars, for your guidance." He placed a hand over his heart and bowed slightly, a Native sign of respect his grandfather had shown him when he was a boy. It just seemed right.

In a few moments he had packed the essentials into a large backpack. Being used to living in the outdoors he needed little to be comfortable. He looked back once more on the farm and wondered if he would see it again. Then he withdrew the crystal and followed it into the night.

Part 4:

Kiral had finished his studies for the night and went downstairs to the spare room they used for practice. His father insisted on a well rounded and traditional education, and that meant he and matai had martial arts classes alongside mathematics and other subjects. Sometimes when he couldn't sleep Kiral came down here to practice. It helped clear his mind of worries.

Right now he was worried about Matai. He seemed sad and distant these last few days. Even the look in his eyes seemed suddenly more mature. Kiral knew something had happened to his adopted brother in the last day or two and the not knowing what bothered Kiral immensely. As the older brother, he felt it his job to protect Matai against anything bad and lately his eyes had seemed haunted.

He picked up one of the practice swords from the closet and began to move through the katas, focusing more on breathing and form than speed. As he moved through the motions his breathing became deeper and slower, more relaxed. He spun, balancing weight on one leg while he lunged into the next movement and nearly stumbled when a vision came to him. For a brief second the spare room as replaced by grass, real green grass, and a young man standing there, holding his hand out to him with a smile on his face.

His vision quickly cleared and he continued on, moving to the next kata when it hit him again. He felt a sudden pressure in his chest as a word popped into his mind. "Kunzite". He was frightened a bit, but also curious and so he decided not to stop practicing as off and on images replaced his surroundings. He saw himself in some sort of uniform with long silver-white hair. And he saw the same raven haired young man he'd seen before when he touched Matai that one night while he was having a nightmare. And sudden realization hit him hard enough to nearly cause him to trip. That person, he was important. No, he was a prince. And suddenly Kiral recognized his face. "Matai…"

He dropped the sword to the ground and ran outside. He was filled with the sudden urge to find his brother. He knew now that Matai was the one he'd seen in his vision and that realization quickened his steps. Kiral had no idea where Matai was but intuition seemed to lead him. Finally he stopped before the silhouette of a man in a tuxedo and black flowing cape. "Matai", he said, his voice sounding loud in the quiet darkness of night.

Matai turned, surprised to hear his name, and was even more surprised to see Kiral who apparently could see through his guise. He came to Kiral, a bewildered look on his face, though deep within he thought he knew the answer. "Kiral? You're…"

"Kunzite," Kiral finished for him, looking just as surprised.