I opened my eyes slowly, letting them gradually adjust to the light before turning to the silver haired beauty next to me. Kissing her softly, she giggled "Good morning Mr. Chiba" into my mouth.
"Good morning Mrs. Chiba," I replied.
"Not yet," she laughed. She looked adoringly at me, then adoringly at the shining ring on her left hand. I rolled my eyes and sank into my pillows. At first, I had almost been jealous, but now I had gotten used to it. Who could be jealous of a ring anyway? But that didn't stop me from making a comment. I may have gotten softer in my age and in love, but I was still Chiba Mamoru at heart, and she was still my Odango Atama.
"You'll go cross-eyed if you look at it any longer." This comment was met with a pillow right in the face.
"Baka." Some things never change. I grinned, then proceeded to tickle my young fiancée, her squeals of laughter music to my ears. Soon my fingertips came to a rest on her flat stomach, and I made soft circling moments with an index finger. Soon, perhaps next year, we would have Chibi-Usa. Serenity VIII. Small Lady.
In the twentieth century, the name Small Lady had never quite appealed to me, but now it rolled over my tongue, like waves in a restless sea. Serenity's hand joined mine. "Soon," she whispered.
I kissed her once more, then made my way over to one of our windows. Crystal Tokyo was awakening with us. As my future self had once told me "back in the day", it had evolved into a bustling hub of music and the arts [AN - English Dub quote for you =D]
But it hadn't been easy. Whilst Serenity looked brave and strong on the surface, I knew deep down she, and the other Senshi wanted normal lives. They were afraid. Whilst we still married and had children, their duties were to her, and myself, our Golden kingdom and the Neo Silver Millennium. Such a price to pay for almost nothing. Serenity had been frightened of the responsibility. It came naturally, eventually, the ruling of a kingdom, solving problems of the people, everything she had learnt in our previous lives. And yet, there was a part of her, one I think still remains even now, a year later, that yearns for (dare I say it) freedom. To be her own person. Not a Queen.
Said Queen currently bustles around the bedroom looking for a certain wedding planner. Here it comes…
"Endy have you seen my-"
"Second drawer on the left Ren."
The day I can burn that blasted book is a day that cannot and sadly will not come soon enough. Now don't get me wrong, I am so very excited about our wedding. But there are only so many times I can pick out tablecloth colours. Hearing my sigh Serenity walks over clutching the bane of my existence to her chest. "As much as I appreciate how so enthusiastic you are about our wedding Endy, try and turn it down a notch please?"
I grin. "Yes Dear."
