The songs and background music placed at pivotal scenes are based on "Sailor Moon in Paris" album, setting the ambiance to transport you to the 'City of (Three) Lights' and the romantic mood playing throughout the 2 part chapters of this special "Sailor Moon Eternal Movie".
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"SAILOR MOON ETERNAL"
The 6th Season of the Sailor Moon Saga
"Sailor Moon Eternal in Paris Movie"
"La Destiny"
Part 1
Deciding to put a good spin on the matter (and not scaring her Robin silly) Michelle explains the sudden trip to the three boys as a long-awaited reunion with her beloved parents. Nothing out the ordinary—nothing at all. Robin did have his suspicions though, with the cheery way Michelle bounced about, packing and repacking his clothes to make sure he had just the "right" ones, of course.
The boys were glad to get out of their hectic work schedules for the coming week (which Terry forgoes almost immediately, canceling and postponing all of the week's upcoming events. This sudden vacation to Paris displayed itself as the perfect setting for a secret agenda in his mind.)
Sayer announces he doesn't care why they have to go, just as long as they did, especially if it meant he could be with Alex more. She was always so hard to figure for him, the way she ignored him at times.
Susan arranged for Tara, who, although the thought of Paris was inviting, and she was welcome at any time, wanted to spend as much of her time with the best friend who would be departing to the future soon again. She decides to stay on with Rini and the Harts' for another week. Serena's Mom, Irene, was glad to have Tara, with all the help she had been caring for little stepinfetchit "RiRi".
So, all responsibilities palmed off, all packed and readied the next morning, the Three Lights and the three Outers drive to the airport and soon board the first flight out to Paris, France.
Play opening song from Sailor Moon in Paris: "A Natural Romance":
(Out there under la moon,
Yes, our love matures…)
Good friends looking out over the endless blue ocean
The long darkness of night moves on for the new day
Excited lovers travel to a far-off land
(Such a place under the full moon!
So right, so good it is!
My heart is throbbing
Because of this miracle
More and more right
You think I'm beautiful…
Here I give my heart to you easily)
This spell of love quietly overtakes me
Together our eyes gaze up onto the clouds
More and more my heart awakes to this new degree of love I feel
I want only you to take part of me as yours
Come away with me, together we'll soar the skies
I love you!
Alone yours (Sailing my romance)
Alone mine (Sailing with you naturally)
Even the best of soldiers can fall to this
Seeking out danger not all—their hearts long for more!
It's so easy to fall in love woth the right one
(Such a time under the full moon!
So right, so good it is!
My heart is throbbing
Because of this miracle
More and more right
I think you're beautiful…
Now I give my soul to you easily)
Repeating this spell of love over and over
Filled with confidence of a hint of wonder
To come between you and I
I'm in love with you, my destiny
This special day we'll always recall the simple joys
I have been transformed into a soldier of love too
Let's go, my Love!
Not alone (Sailing with you, love)
Always you
So right, so good it is!
My heart is throbbing
Because of this miracle
More and more right
I think you're beautiful…
Now I give my soul to you easily)
Ooh, ooh! Ladies of the moon!
Sailors who dream of their loves
Ooh, ooh! Ladies of the moon!
Sailors who have found their loves
Ooh, oh Ladies of the moon…
No problems on the plane this time—except for a seating mixup with Sayer. He insisted on having the window seat, so Michelle gives it up, knowing he just wanted, really, to trade places with her next to Alex. She had placed everyone in separate seating arrangements on purpose, though somehow the couples all got together anyway, to her discontent with a sigh. There was a mix up with the stewardess, as Sayer kept "forgetting" which one was assigned to them, and instead kept opting to keep bothering the prettier, leggier blonde girl rather than the plump matronly woman who was the stewardess of their section. Even upon landing there was a luggage mishap as well, with Sayer nearly coming to blows, trading insults with a Frenchman who insisted that the particular traveling bag Sayer was questioning was his (and it turned out, after all was said and done, it was the man's.) Sayer had blamed the poor innocent Frenchman's broken English for all the confusion entirely.
Finally, after all that, early in the afternoon our six weary travelers find their way through the city of lights in a taxicab which takes them along the scenic route of Paris, to one of its finest hotels.
Treated like a queen upon her arrival, (after signing the register with her renowned last name in France), Michelle leads the team up to one of the most posh suites the hotel had to offer. The plush carpeting, golden trim Louis XIV style and décor of France exuded from every piece of expensive furniture.
"Where's the TV?" Sayer tramps around the set of rooms, sticking his head behind the stately setees and couches, even taking a quick peek around the monstrous bathroom, complete with sauna tub, looking for the elusive television.
"Are you just going to lay on that couch all day?" Alex asks, walking in and watching Sayer in amusement as he finally locates the TV in a separate recreation room, plopping down on the sofa in front of it.
"Not unless I have someone on it with me." Sayer smiles, flirting back, clicking off with his remote the nasally speaking French newscaster, and giving Alex his full attention.
"Just go and get unpacked." She shakes her head, leaving to do some unpacking of her own.
"What do you think of this one?" Michelle floats in, wearing a light blue summer frock all trimmed in lace.
"It's just as nice as the last one, Michelle." Robin says with a sigh, this being at least the fifth time she had changed and asked the same question. "Why are you getting all dressed up anyway? We're just going to visit your parents, right?" Robin asks, a little suspicious of her fluttering to and fro. Her inner thoughts about the matter seemed selective to him.
"You want to make a good impression, don't you, dearest? Besides, I haven't seen them for almost three years now. I want to look my best." Michelle admires herself in the cheval mirror in Robin's room.
Finally satisfied, she goes to his closet, now ready to work on him. "This one or that one?" She asks with an inviting smile, holding up on their hangers, two of his finest suits she had chosen from his closet. Robin shrugs with a bemused smile, turning his hands up in the air.
Why does Michelle look so worried? What's she hiding from me about her parents? It makes you wonder…
Bringing along Robin (and the rest of the gang for support) and making sure they were all properly attired, groomed and spiffed up for viewing, Michelle calls her "Ma Mere," announcing they have arrived, and one of the family's limousines is sent to pick them up in a flash.
Right away, Sayer doesn't take to the snooty chauffeur, who seems to eye them all, looking down upon them in his rear view mirror the whole trip, but Michelle doesn't notice, the way she was fussing over Robin. She was doing some last minute adjustments on his shirt, his tie, and his hair practically all the way to the front door of her stately family home.
'Stately' was nowhere near good enough to describe the palatial mansion before them. Its sprawling fenced in landscape, its monstrous stone columns, the statues and busts decorating the well-tended gardens surrounding, and the largest fountain any of them had ever seen was in front of the mansion—all quite breathtaking.
"Your folks must be loaded." Sayer whispers in awe. Michelle's eyes give Sayer's low-class rudeness daggers, praying he would not be so unsociable when they went inside.
"Please be good." She whispers back to him, almost pleadingly.
With a steadying deep breath that perplexes all save Alex, Michelle leads them to the house, with Robin placed purposely at her side (though Michelle keeps a proper distance, not clinging to him as she usually does). Wordlessly, the huge door is swept open before them, revealing the interior of the residence, which was even more ostentatious and ornate than the outside.
The polished marble floors gleam, the many crystal chandeliers twinkle far above them, hung from the cathedral ceiling that was fashioned after the Sistine Chapel, with religious painting after painting displayed beautifully by an expert artist's hand.
Such opulence, such elegance, the works of art decorating every wall and every antique piece of furniture stun them all into utter silence as they pass the ancient family butler who bows solemnly, welcoming "Mademoiselle" home.
In a way, Robin, despite being awestruck by all the art and elegance around him, did not quite like the way he made it sound, as if she was back for good and not merely visiting.
"You remember Amara, don't you Pierre, dear?" Michelle takes hold of Alex's arm, but the old butler shows no sign of emotion, one way or the other. Michelle was very fond of the old man, who had been their family manservant for as long as she could remember, but there was something distant about him now.
"And these are my dearest friends I was fortunate enough to meet in my time abroad in Japan." Pierre nods cordially, though Michelle is taken aback by his unusual stiffness—of all the people in the house, darling old Pierre was always a sympathetic ear. This feeling was foreboding to her, a hint of what was to come, and Michelle gives their names to be announced as he leads them towards the fifteen foot high double doors of the conservatory.
Upon entering yet another room, filled with high-class splendor and ostentation, in the otherwise empty, monstrous conservatory, a lone woman sits on a high-backed settee. Though tastefully dressed in the latest fashion for a woman of her age (she was no more than forty-five) the years of high-living had taken their toll on her complexion and features. Calmly leafing through a magazine of art, she gave off a well-bred air, the simple way she was seated and holding herself belied the deportment of her class.
"Ma Mere!" Michelle dashes to her before Pierre has a chance to announce them. She drops to her knees and puts her head on her mother's lap, like a small child once again.
"My darling." There was a genuine warmth behind her words, as the woman strokes her wayward only daughter's head.
"Monsieurs Starr and Mademoiselle de Venici, and…" With his last introduction, for a moment, Pierre's eyes almost could be caught sparkling at his own memories of a wild child, who had lived in the mansion for a time.
And turned it upside down all the while she was present.
"…Mademoiselle Sokova to see you, Madame." Pierre finishes with a graceful bow, closing the double doors behind him as he leaves.
"Amaralexis, my dear! Is that really you? My! How you have grown, my little wild one! But of course it is you! You look just like your mother…" Madame Moreau lets the words trail off as she leaves her throne-like seat at the settee and goes to Alex. Memories came back to her of a tiny golden-haired imp, held in the arms of the departed cousin she had loved so dearly—and lost so tragically.
My poor, poor Katia. That Ukrainian brute! Josephine Moreau was certain then, so long ago, to take the abandoned and destitute child that Katia had brought into this world and care for little Amaralexis as her own. To grow up as the companion her own baby, Michelle, needed.
The two girls were so inseparable then, it seemed they were destined to grow into womanhood together, side by side, with the opulence and splendor of the Moreau mansion and prestige about them –but that vision of long ago was not meant to be. There was a wildness in Amara that had cried out for freedom at an early age. Josephine found her youthful charge at times unmanageable and unwilling to become a part of the society she and her husband were offering. Wealth and elegance were not what Amara's soul longed for, and she begged to be set free to follow her heart's dreams. And though Josephine Moreau refused to let go of the child she had sworn to care for in her late cousin's memory, wild Amaralexis Sokova had taken flight on those independent wings, running away from the richness that money and power had to offer. She had blindly raced towards the path that destiny had already carved out for her—for her and Michelle both.
Josephine had kept track of her wayward charge, but from afar, as Amara wanted. As her mother, too, would have wanted. When the day had come for her own little girl to spread her wings into the world, Josephine could think of no one better for Michelle to fly to. The friendship the two had forged as girls, was a bond Josephine was certain could be renewed again, her meek Michelle needing the strength that Amara had. And her thoughts had proven themselves a thousand-fold more, though Josephine never knew exactly how or under what circumstances, but telling from correspondence with Michelle that the two girls' bond was now deeper than ever, forged together in a destiny that had linked them together now and for eternity.
"Madame." Alex nods, her own memories of this house and this woman, were bittersweet in her fight for freedom. Yet there was still that certain familial warmth and gratefulness Alex would never forget, of a woman who did so much for her—and gave her the ultimate gift of the perfect soul mate Alex had found in Michelle, too.
Shaking the tears that she would never weep in public, Madame Moreau pushes away the memories of the past to look at the upcoming situation of the present, emotional eyes turn suspiciously cold upon the three male guests watching the reunion from the sidelines, especially the little short silver-haired one.
"Ahh, and these must be the friends you spoke of so highly in our past communications." Her French accent was thick, but her usage of the English language was quite expansive. "Please…" She motions, Michelle rises as well, as her mother takes a few well-turned steps towards the group, extending her hand to them for further instruction.
"Ma Mere," Michelle was obviously happy to see her mother again, you could see it in her eyes, clinging to her mother's arm sweetly. "Let me introduce them to you." Michelle beams with a hopeful smile.
"This is Ms. Susan de Venici." They exchange polite greeting nods. "Monsieurs Terry and Sayer Starr." Josephine Moreau, was taken aback when the darker haired man vigorously shakes her extended hand, but is impressed by the taller young man's gracious taking of her offered hand and brushing it lightly with his lips in true gentleman style.
"Charming." She smiles approvingly at Terry. I like this one. Madame Moreau comments lightly to herself, as Michelle leaves her arm, and goes to Robin, taking his arm in hers, bringing him forward a bit more.
"And this is..." Michelle pauses, choking up all the courage she could muster, with a short prayer thrown in for luck, "…this is Monsieur Robin Starr." Michelle smiles up hopefully as her mother turns her attention to Michelle's latest conquest.
"Ahh." Madame Moreau says simply, as she looks Robin up and down with a critical eye.
"I'm very pleased to—" Robin starts with a gracious smile, knowing how to push the aristocracy's right buttons, usually…
"Short, though, isn't he dear?" Madame Moreau cuts him off a bit rudely, but the best of the upper crust were all a little rude in true high-standard fashion.
"Ma Mere!" Michelle was shocked at her mother's rudeness upon their first encounter. She was accustomed to the general disapproving comments, made at least after the second meeting—when they usually would be reserved for. But Madame felt something immediately upon seeing the silver-haired boy and her daughter than with any other of Michelle's past flings. There was something rather serious about their relationship already that would not easily be discouraged, so she had to start early.
Unprepared for such a 'welcome,' Robin stands silent, holding his tongue for once at her insulting comment, when the doors squeak open again and a tall, stately looking man over fifty, with a greying moustache and beard, enters the room.
"Pa Pere!" Michelle flies to her father's warm embrace, the relation between this good-hearted man and his daughter was quite deep. After the touching embrace, the lord of the manor turns his attention to his wife, who was still eyeing Robin disapprovingly.
"Josephine?" He asks the question, obviously it had already been a pertinent one between them.
"I'm not sure yet, Henri." She answers, her diverted gaze returns to Robin. "Your parents, boy, your upbringing. Please tell us about them and where you come from." She commands more than asks, motioning the rest of the group towards the settee and the other seats around the room.
Her investigations on this young man had turned up nothing other than his being a rock star, which wasn't a very good start in her opinion.
"My parents? Well…I…" Robin starts, nervous under both Michelle's father and mother's critical glares—especially her mother's. Robin shrinks under the overpowering woman's gaze.
How do I explain any of that? What do I say? Oh, just that I'm from a distant star across the galaxy, my mother was the Princess of my world, and my father…I won't go into that for sure!
Even though I am royalty.
Then what do I tell them? That I've been adopted by the Queen of yet another far-flung world? Michelle!? How could you put me in such a position! Why didn't you warn me?! He desperately searches for just the right words to say, knowing that his future with Michelle was now teetering in the balance.
"It's…a secret." Michelle fills in suddenly, Robin notices a mischievous and daring glint come into her eye.
"A secret?" Madame Moreau burrows her brow beneath her pale blonde coiffure, for nothing could be kept a secret from her.
"Yes. You see, Robin Starr here—Starr isn't his real name of course, Terry and Sayer's parents merely adopted him when he was a baby—when his mother died in childbirth. His father would have kept him, but his family insisted on the whole affair being hushed up. The child, Robin that is, was sent off to be secretly adopted. You see, his father was a member of one of the highest house of royals in Europe, and he and Robin's mother weren't…" Michelle leads off her totally farcical story with a pair of knowing French eyes, her voice excited with this made-up mystery of her own creation.
"Ohh." Madame Moreau, being of the French persuasion herself, understood her daughter's meaning right away.
"So you can see why it's been all kept so quiet. He and his new brothers had been provided for until their own parents were tragically killed in a sailing accident a few years ago. So they turned to music to soothe their woes, and just recently had become quite popular in Japan…and now all over the world." Michelle's tall tale kept growing, as Robin's eyes pop out with every fibbing word.
"I see." Josephine Moreau's hard heart softens a bit for the unfortunate son (of royalty no less) though illegitimate, he still was of aristocratic birth, and since the trail she had already set many top investigators on had turned up empty on this young man's past, the story was entirely possible.
"Poor lad." Henri Moreau breaks the silence he usually deemed to let his wife fill.
"Yes." Michelle nods with a sad expression for her tragic tale. Feeling her story had paid off, she takes Robin's hand without anyone seeing it behind their backs, and squeezes it affectionately, and a little triumphantly, too.
Though a little more open to the thought than when this group had first arrived, Madame and his lordship were still wary of the young man. His being royalty (however it occurred) was a definite plus, but they were still very protective of Michelle, who, as their treasured prize, would one day inherit all of this opulence, not to mention the good family name, and was not to be given away to just any man.
His background shrouded in mystery, more must be discovered of this young Robin Starr. We must see how well he fits in with this society you are destined for, ma cherie Michelle. Perhaps you have become too accustomed to those beneath your status while in Japan. Madame Moreau looks Sayer up and down disapprovingly and wonders if there was something between he and Amaralexis.
And your cousin as well…
"I have arranged for a soiree to commemorate you and your cousin's return to your homeland, my darling." Michelle must've inherited her mother's certain French charm, which she turns on full-blast, and Robin almost believes that maybe he has been accepted and everything was in the clear. "I have invited everyone, you know, all of your oldest acquaintances, to see you and Amara again. And to meet your new, ahem, 'friends.'" That sense of acceptance slips away from Robin, with the way Madame Moreau looks at him, making him feel less like a 'friend and more like an amoeba under a scientist's microscope. He was glad that, for the rest of their first visit, Terry mostly took over, expertly skimming over important facts and delighting both of Michelle's parents with his intelligent conversation.
Alex had jabbed Sayer in the gut twice with her elbow when he was about to slip up, and every once in a while Robin felt Madame Moreau's watchful eyes upon him.
"Michelle! Why didn't you tell me?!" Robin demands of her as they leave her parent's mansion and are being chauffeured back to their hotel.
"Tell you what, Robin dear?" Michelle says innocently, her enlarged blue eyes not going to be enough to calm him down this time.
"That I was going to be put on trial! Picked apart like—like—" His distressed mind searches for the word to describe how her mother had made him feel.
"A shrimp platter?" Sayer, who had found this whole situation funny, fills in.
"'Your Royal Highness.'" Alex was of the same mindset, teasing the poor guy when he was down.
"And where did you get that ridiculous story from?! I've never heard such a—" He starts to chastise Michelle and her tall tale, but stops when he sees her pretty smile turn into a pitiful frown.
"Oh, Robin, I'm so sorry! My parents are…I didn't want them to get a bad opinion of you…so I…" She bites her lower lip as it quivers dramatically. Her family knew nothing of her being a psychic or a Sailor Scout, and she didn't even want to think what they'd say of Robin's role in such matters. "So I…"
"You filled in the gaps. Oh, Michelle." Robin sighs. People should accept me for who I am. That's what I've always gone by. Then he smiles, lifting Michelle's dejected chin.
"I'll just have to try to impress them the best I can later tonight." He says with a confidence he didn't quite feel inside.
One interrogation session with that mother of hers was enough…
"Robin!" Michelle brightens at his words, gleefully wrapping herself around him in the limo's back seat, causing Alex, seated next to her, to twist her lip. "Stop here, driver!" Michelle suddenly calls up, seeing something out of the corner of her eye in the side window.
"Why are we stopping here?" Alex asks, as Michelle drags Robin out of the car. She heads toward a large building called "La Belle Femme Hibillier."
"I need a new ball gown for tomorrow night, of course!" Michelle was in her element dressing up for classy social occasions and always wanted to look her best. "And so do you, Amara." Michelle treads on dangerous ground with that, as the six of them enter the plush decorated fashion show center.
"Ball gown?" Alex repeats incredulously. "Michelle, you know I don't wear dresses. For anything or anyone." She shoots a warning glance behind her at Sayer, who was admiring all the dressy models rushing to and fro getting ready for the show.
"Amara, please! You need to look stately and refined and…"
"I can do all of that in the tuxedo I brought with me." Alex continues to argue as Michelle flashes her name card around, getting them all front row seats, even at this last minute.
"Mother wouldn't understand! You know how she is. She's from the old school and believes all women should wear dresses, especially to a society ball. Please, Amara? I'll buy you any dress you want. You can choose yourself. Just have a look, I'm sure you'll like one. Pleeeeaase?" Michelle puts on her most pleading voice, to which her "Amara" could never refuse.
"All right, Michelle. But don't expect it to be anything fancy. And don't ask me to ever do this again." Alex folds her arms watching as the models begin to strut along the runway in Paris' newest and most desirable haute couture.
"Pass me that pen, Robin dear." Michelle whips out a piece of paper.
"What for?" Robin asks, puzzled as to what she could be writing, as he hands her the pen.
"I have to write down the numbers of all the ones I want, of course. It does look like it's going to be a good season." She whispers excitedly, jotting down nearly every outfit presented to Robin's wide eyes.
He wasn't tight with money but—he did know how much fashions like these cost.
"Don't worry. We're in Paris. My parents will foot the bill for everything I buy." Michelle giggles at his silly expression and passing thought. "Ooooh, that is the one for tomorrow tonight!" Michelle nearly squeals with delight as she chooses an airy shawled black and white polka-dotted evening dress.
"It's very lovely." Susan says, amicably, next to her, when her polite smile turns into an awestruck mouth, hanging open at the next selection of a gorgeous slinky black velvet number, with a low cut (extremely low-cut) cleavage line, draped with diamond and garnet jewels all around. Seeing her interest, Terry takes note of its number, but doesn't say anything when Susan remains silent, this self-sacrificing woman would never ask anything for herself at all.
"Woo-hoo!" Sayer whistles his approval at the next dazzling fashion, a sparkling glitter red evening dress, with long red gloves and a slit all the way up the shapely model's leg. "Very nice." Sayer says aloud as the model passes by their front row seats. The French model seems to notice him as well, pulling a small piece of paper from inside her revealing and ample cleavage, tossing it to him with a wink. Sayer winks back the flirtation, sticking the phone number in his pocket for further reference later.
"Michelle," Alex's low voice was filled with foreboding anger, "get me that dress." Alex Sokova would not be showed up by any model to the man she was interested in. Giving Sayer a threatening look, she roughly grabs his jacket pocket, pulls out the slip of paper just put there, and smashes it in her fist meaningfully, with a final thrust across the room.
"Same thing'll happen to you." She turns her flashing eyes away from Sayer.
After the show is over, our three couples return to the hotel and partake of its finely recommended restaurant, with Sayer making a big fuss over the snails Michelle ordered.
"They're escargot, Sayer, don't say 'snails!'" She said snootily as he made faces.
They decide to make use of this vacation in Paris the next morning, going off to see the sights of this famed city of romance with their chosen partners. Even though Alex was a smidge more than miffed at Sayer's blatant behavior at the fashion display yesterday, she found herself forgiving him easily, somehow already coming to accept that he was a little too amorous for his own good.
Maybe that's what you like, Alex, the challenge. She poses the question to herself as they go down the street, choosing to walk Paris' narrow roads rather than join Michelle and Robin in the limo's guided tour.
"So where are we going first?" Sayer asks, forgetting all about yesterday's moment of anger, just as any memory of that model was gone with the wind as well.
"Where does everyone go when they come to Paris?" Alex smiles. It was so hard to stay mad at his childish attitude for very long.
"Tower of Pizza?" He asks, with a hopeful grin. Earth geography was not one of his finer subjects in school.
"It's not the 'pizza" you eat, it's Pisa." Alex chuckles, wondering if he was just stupid or if he actually had just said it to put her in a better mood. Either way, it worked. "Besides, that's Italy, not France, you idiot." She softens the harsh word with a flick of his constantly askew curls atop his dark head.
"There." She points forward, the morning breeze, carrying Sayer's gaze to what she was pointing at.
"The Eiffel Tower! See? I knew it was a tower!" Sayer snaps his fingers at his sudden ingenious recollection.
"Come on." Alex sprints off, full of the morning's fresh energy, as memories of the Tower flood back to her.
Sayer, still a little bit sleepy at this early hour in the morning, takes off after her nonetheless.
"What are you supposed to do here, anyway?" Sayer was not much for simple sightseeing, a bit bored already.
"You're just supposed to look, silly." Alex whacks her unwilling companion on the head with the pamphlet from his hands that he picked up at the tower entrance. "Let's go higher up." She feels that strange force calling her upwards all over again.
No, it isn't strange—just an old dear friend. She feels the wind brushing across her face as she climbs the flight of stairs leading up. Although there were a few early rising tourists on the bottom floor of the tower, the higher up they went, the fewer people were present. Until, at the seventh or eighth long flight of stairs later, Alex and Sayer find themselves alone.
"Ally…" Sayer finds himself huffing, knowing that even though he was in tip top shape, he wondered how Alex could keep it up with such endurance and not look a bit tired out, when he felt like he was going to fall over. "How far are we going to go up?" He huffs breathlessly as Alex never even slows her pace.
"As far as it goes. I always used to, when I came here in the mornings. No one else was awake—and that's how I liked it. Quiet and peaceful. Just me and the wind."
In a moment of sweet recollection of days past, Alex tosses these words over her shoulder at him, then notices him lagging behind. "Can't you keep up, Starr?" She taunts.
"Anything you can do, Sokova, I can do just as well!" He dashes forward, his easily damaged ego giving him the extra energy boost he needed. "Or better!" It was his turn to toss words back as he dashes up the stairs ahead of her.
Maybe that's why, too. Alex smirks at his competitive spirit, a close rival to her own. The likes of which she thought she'd never find in another, let alone in a mere man. But he's not just a man anymore is he? Alex quickly catches up to him, but Sayer keeps the pace, the two of them racing side by side, until they finally reach the top.
On the final flight of stairs, Alex allows him to rest, sitting close together on the narrow stairwell, till they both catch their breath.
"You're hard on a guy, you know?" Sayer smiles teasingly, his breath just coming back to him, feeling triumphant he could keep up.
"And I always will be. Don't forget that." Alex teases back. "Let's go get our reward now." Up the final few steps they climb, until their eyes are indeed rewarded by a sight of sights. The sun was still rising in a beautiful melon orange sky, fresh and sweet, with colorful birds flying high on the wind. The gentle breezes flow through Alex's waves and Sayer's unruly hair, making them feel as fresh and as part of the morning's magnificence, so high up in the air as the soaring gulls.
After a quiet moment of welcoming in the coming winds, remembering how it all was once again, Alex turns to the dark haired man next to her, watching with delight his hair scattering in the breezy winds. "Do you wish you didn't come up now?" She asks with a smirk.
"Nah. Right now, I couldn't wish for a single thing more." He says, and the genuineness in his voice makes Alex feel a strange closeness to him at this very moment, glad that only the two of them were here to feel this together.
Just you, me—and the wind. She closes her eyes, taking it all in.
From the eagle's eye view high above the city of Paris, Sayer and Alex could see (that is, if they were looking close enough) the scenic tall treed city park. As it slowly filled with varied tourists—children at play and young lovers, they all wanted to explore the green forest area together so early in the morning.
(PLAY 'Sailor Moon in Paris': "Spreading Light of La Moon")
(I feel your arms
Our era and times
Such pure delight)
One such couple stood out more than the rest. A beautifully stunning tanned woman in such a short mini skirted dress made such an impression that even the bluebirds were whistling at her as she strolled along with a tall and handsome wide-shouldered young man on her arm, the protective look in his eye keeping her safe from any amorous passing Frenchmen.
In this white sunlight, more and more
At this time right now
Here in this place of
The city we have come to
And it's because of you, my love
Precious scent that is yours
I'll not tire of
Uncertainties gone
Shining light of La Moon!
"Carriage ride, my lady?" Terry sees a horse and buggy on the side of the park's gravelly lane and immediately thinks of Susan.
"Yes, please, my lord." Susan delights in their proper yet oh-so-fond titles for one another, Terry truly had complete rule over her heart, looking so strong and handsome in one of his more casual outfits, a pair of dark blue jeans and simple white t-shirt. But you look gorgeous in anything. Susan smiles to herself as he helps her to the carriage.
The two startle awake the snoozing carriage driver from his peaceful slumber, as he good-naturedly takes the handsome couple around the park's often horse trodden path, past all of the beautiful sights that the lush greenery late July had to offer.
This love that I feel here in my heart
You so delicately see within me
And yet can you accept this degree of love
That you see within my soul?
A thousand empty years I've dreamed of this
The chance to fall in love and to touch it
And we'll be together through eternity
With this fascinating love
Wanting it to last forever
The sun rises high into the sky, and Susan was grateful for the covering of the carriage roof over them—but not for its shade alone. Together in such close quarters, she could drown in the soft, subtle waves of his freshly applied scent, making her feel lightheaded and dizzy. Swaying in the carriage's bumpy travels, Susan collapses into Terry's strong arms.
Seeing the future
I'll keep reaching
Out towards you now (It's only you, my love)
My intuition says you want to carry me (Away with you)
If we may part on some distant day
We'll encounter love again
I'll return to you
In my heart always
Kiss of time—La Moon!
"My love?" He asks, worry behind those beautiful violet eyes. Susan closes her own eyes, immersing herself in his scent, so precious to her, her head pressed against his warm chest, so as to hear his kind heart beating.
"Terry, darling." Susan whispers, feeling the palpable romance in the very air. "Do you know how much you mean to me?"
"Perhaps as much as you mean to me, my precious." He strokes her dark hair, wondering if this was the moment…
A love like this will always be close to each other
This beautiful mystery together
The happiness of love will be in our eyes
Throughout the galaxy!
There could be no one more wonderful
I want to share my time and place with you
Your deep soul, I yearn for, you are the one
I need you to tell you this
Wanting it to last forever…
The carriage suddenly hits a huge rut in the road and comes to a crashing halt, slamming the couple sideways, and Terry finds himself pressed atop Susan's body, which wouldn't be so bad if there wasn't the danger of the carriage collapsing to the ground entirely.
Agilely lifting himself and Susan out the side door, they find the wheel broken off its axle, and Terry kindly assists the older man who was driving, putting it back on and rounding up the wayward steed.
The Frenchman who spoke no English was very grateful that there was still goodness in even the foreign youngsters of today.
"Etes vous tres gentil! Merci!" The carriage driver calls out to Terry as he leaves, smiling, though the man never knew just how foreign he really was.
Terry jogs over to the side of the park where Susan had been hiding from the bright sunlight, under the shade of a stately oak tree.
This love that I feel here in my heart
You so delicately see within me
And yet can you accept this degree of love
That you see within my soul?
"I am sorry, my darling, but—" Terry starts to apologize for the mishap, though no fault of his own, but Susan presses a finger to his lips.
"It was very kind of you to lift the carriage for that man, to put his wheel back on it. You must be very strong." Susan sighs, leaning back against the tree, having watched him the whole time.
"Do you really think so, Susan?" A playful glint comes to his eye.
"Why, yeeee-sssss!" She feels those powerful hands wrap around her, lifting her from the shade of the tree, out into the blinding sunlight, twirling her around in his strong but gentle way, both of them laughing. Her long legs dangling, Terry leans against the white fencepost, Susan still hanging weightless in the air.
Oh, Terry! In a millennia, I've never imagined anyone could treat this ancient soul like a normal woman...I never knew there could be such sheer joy in living like everyone else...in loving like anyone else...feeling special by being loved by a special man like you...
Laughter rings all through the park, so all could hear their happiness of being together, of enjoying the day, the mood of Paris, the bright sunlight and most of all, each other.
A thousand empty years I've dreamed of this
The chance to fall in love and to touch it
And we'll be together through eternity
With this fascinating love
Wanting it to last forever
"I love you, my lady." Terry holds her in his arms, looking adoringly down into her magenta eyes.
"And I love yo—" Susan began, stopped by a crushing kiss on her lips, the sun blazing down upon them in the middle of the park, the white clouds rolling by on this perfect Paris day.
(So much in love
Two of us, you and I)
"Robin, dear! It's almost eleven o'clock! Don't you think it's about time you got up?" Michelle knocks at his locked hotel door, receiving no answer.
"Portier." Michelle says simply in French, telling the dutiful hall watchman to unlock the door for her, which he does immediately and without question. Mademoiselle Moreau's every whim was their implicit command.
"Merci." Michelle lets herself in Robin's suite of rooms, without a second thought waltzing right into his bedroom to find him still fast asleep. He was curled up in an adorable little ball like a kitten, sheets pulled up to his sweet chin, which Michelle tickles playfully, delighting in the minute unshaven stubble beginning to form there.
"Michelle?" His eyes still tightly shut, Robin didn't even have to look to feel her presence in the room. "I had a really bad night. Your mother gave me nightmares. Let me sleep a while more, okay?" He says whining, turning over and pulling his sheets up tighter.
"I am sorry, my dearest." Michelle smiles at his lazy form. "I am a little tired, myself. Perhaps you wouldn't mind some company then?" She slides down the sheets from his night shirted back, taking her shoes off and getting halfway onto the bed, when Robin suddenly jumps up, wide awake now.
Michelle giggles at his reaction.
"So where are we going today?" Resigned, changing the subject as he selects clothes from the closet.
"I thought we'd do a spot of shopping. I need a new wardrobe and Paris is the only place to do that properly in." Michelle lazes on the unmade bed, the thought of doing the simple task of making it never even entered her high-class mind. The femme, the maid, would do it, of course.
"Shopping? All right." Robin chooses a suitable dapper suit for himself, then turns to Michelle. "Your parents don't like me very much, do they, Michelle?" He asks, vainly glancing in the mirror.
"It's not that they don't like you—it's just, they're very selective of a suitable match for me." Michelle leaves the bed, draping herself across Robin's back and meeting his worried green eyes in the mirror. "They don't know you like I do." She whispers in his ear.
"Michelle, I didn't like lying to them." He says, feeling he and Michelle's honest feelings for each other had been degraded by the bold-faced lies.
"It wasn't lying—it was merely embellishing the truth." Michelle replies, trying to smooth it all over, deep inside knowing it wasn't right.
"I only did it because I don't want to lose you! Not like the others. My parents were right about them. But they're wrong this time. Because, Robin, I love you." She justifies to herself, with only a tinge of guilt.
"I love you, too, Michelle. And I won't lose you." Robin thinks back at her determinedly. Michelle is startled for a second, forgetting herself, knowing he could read her heart as easily as he could hear her voice. Sharing a sweet kiss, Robin smiles, leaving her in the bedroom to go shower and change for the day ahead of them.
Though inspired by her love, he was still uncertain and deep inside, a little scared, too, of what was going to happen to them if her parents did not approve, if they shunned him away.
Oh well, Robin sighs as he shuts the bathroom door. I'll know everything by tomorrow night, he thinks. The mere thought of all those scrutinizing gazes upon him slowly begins to erode away his confidence on the matter.
The rest of the day the three couples spend touring the famed City of Lights. They now knew firsthand why it earned that name when, as soon as the sun goes down, Paris sparkles with dazzling, multi-colored light displays, from every rooftop, lighting the streets of the city, making all of Paris seem to glow with a warm energy.
Feeling the warmth in the air (not to mention arms tightly wrapped around her firm abdomen, his warm breath on her neck) Alex speeds along the brightly lit roads, on a crimson red motorcycle they had rented to explore the parts of Paris they could not see on foot.
Uncanny, how good it feels to be racing along with him. How strangely right for him to have his arms around me. Alex, what's happening to you? Her mind questions itself, memories of the fun-filled day they spent together starting at the Eiffel Tower up to now, flashing through, of the silly things he did and said—of they way he always amused her. Imagine me enjoying being with him!
Tearing up the pavement, Alex steps on the accelerator, climbing a steep hill off the beaten track, just on the outskirts of the city. Stopping the motorcycle and putting the brakes down, Alex pulls off her helmet, shaking out her golden waves to look out over the city that once was a part of her past.
(PLAY 'Sailor Moon in Paris': "LOVE'S MYSTERIOUS EXPERIENCE")
(Je'taime
Finding myself now with you
I'm reaching for this love affair with you
My heart longs to take you and make you all my own
"Spectacular view." Sayer's silkiest voice comments, at more than just the scenery lighting up the city beneath them. Extricating herself from his unnecessary grip, Alex glides from the machine in one motion, sporting a white and lime green striped shirt and a small very enticing white skirt Michelle had loaned her because Michelle had insisted her mother would not look kindly upon the pants Alex usually wore and didn't want to antagonize her further.
Je'taime
Hearing your voice more and more
Whispered thoughts of love inside me are real
Like stars shining beautiful gold deep in my soul
Alex looks face on to the brisk wind as Sayer's eyes consider her, with a certain look in them.
"What?" Alex breaks his unusual silence defensively, feeling the weight of his gaze upon her, as she leans against the bike, supposedly taking in the view.
"Nothing." Sayer says quickly, changing his position on the motorcycle so he could look up at the dusky sky.
(Are you my love?)
Looking over
(I lift my eyes)
Secretly at night
Though I'm upset sometimes with you
Always stay like this!
I want you to come to my dreams just as you are
At last the time is right for us
Alex soon finds herself studying him now, as his eyes turn upward, catching the golden gleam of the last rays of the sun within them—making him radiant, on fire.
Or is that the fire within me? Alex wonders when his gaze turns towards her and the blaze reflecting back is undiminished.
In your eyes
I see more and more this shine
Your heart's made room for me
I'll begin this love now without expectations
Though I'm honestly a little frightened of this
Love affair - But what I never dreamed could be overtakes me now
She turns away though, still secretly watching from the corner of her eye, his every move, the soft way the wind blew through his hair and that sweet smile that came to his lips every once in a while.
What are you thinking when you smile like that? She wonders. His face was so beautiful in the coming twilight, so full of life and spirit. Even when I get angry with you, you still give me that smile. After all I do and say to you, you still…
Always stay like this. What are these feelings inside? What is my heart doing to me? I want to open up to you and tell you what I'm feeling but—I'm still a little frightened. Me, frightened. She smirks even at her own inner thoughts.
Of me, of you, of us—what kind of future will we have together? We always argue. You make me SO mad sometimes, but then, sometimes…you just make me love you more. Did I just think that? Her eyes widen in astonishment at these far-off realizations.
Love—a word I never thought I'd say to a man. What's happening to me? But I guess you're not just any man. You're sweet and caring, at the same you can be so arrogant and outlandish. But maybe that's what I find so attractive—you're maddening like the wind. I believe you can truly understand me. And beneath all the arguments and flirtations, there's really someone who could care for me, for who I am, and never try to change me—like everyone else always tried.
I have to decide now, but I think it's too late for me to change. Too late for me to just turn away. And I don't want to anymore. I want to hold you in my arms forever. Make you mine. And never let you go.
Je'taime
At the beginning with you
At this sudden time of awakening
My days are filled with life and your spirit
If you really love me, I will never let you go.
Alex smiles to herself, the wind whipping on the fateful decision to continue on with this love affair had been made, in her mind and in her heart, too.
Je'taime
I want to learn more of you
All at once I see just how cute you are
That sweetness of yours I want to hold through the night
"What're you thinking about, Ally?" Sayer asks, somehow feeling her pensive mood changing towards him, as he wraps his arms around her and she doesn't shake him off for once.
"Nothing much." Alex replies with a dismissive smile, knowing the time was not right to tell him yet all that she felt.
(Lift up your eyes)
To wondrous feelings
(It's déjà vu)
Can't keep myself from
This mystery I've found now in you
"It's getting late." She throws a long leg over the motorcycle and turns the ignition key on.
"Why don't you let me drive this time?" Sayer asks, putting the crimson red helmet on, feeling rather confident.
"'Cause I want to get back in one piece, okay?" Alex smirks.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Sayer twists his lip.
"Anyone would be crazy to let you drive them anywhere!" She taunts, though never having seen him driving close up, she was so experienced in the field she knew a good driver from a lousy one—and Sayer Starr was one of the latter.
"I can drive!" Sayer protests, insulted.
"Sure you can." Alex answers back.
"I can!" In his anger, he forgets to hold on, flying backwards and almost falling off as Alex hits the gas pedal, the two of them continuing their argument all along the way as his hands roughly grab back on.
Trust you to drive? No way. Trust you with my heart…That's another story. Alex smiles through all of his boisterous insistence, as the sound of Sayer's voice yelling in her ear becoming a familiar pleasure. Alex was falling more and more for him with each passing moment together.
I think that I will
Entrust my dreams for you to become a part of
Since meeting the real you, I see
The same thing in your eyes
Passions I never thought I could feel for someone
Beginning this love now without expectations
Yet still I'm frightened of this 'you and me'
But I've decided this is the time for a new destiny…
Love is a truly mysterious experience. Amaralexis Sokova smiles at life's most uncanny – yet temptingly beautiful - conundrum.
After spending their first day in Paris in carefree hours in the parc lands, Terry and Susan visit the shores of the lake nearby, quietly feeding the swans. They walk hand in hand by the edge of the sparkling water until the sun sets. They then return to the hotel to change into more proper garb for a dinner date at one of Paris' famed restaurants.
"For you, my lady." Terry places a gift box in Susan's hand as she is about to enter her hotel room.
"What is it?" Susan smiles sweetly at the surprise, with a little lilac bow tying it together.
"Open and find out." Terry smiles down at her, leaning in the doorway over her. Susan excitedly unwraps her prize, a lavender box with a single word written in gold calligraphy across it.
"It's a symbol of everything you are to me, my 'Precious'." Terry whispers the word into her adoring ears. Smiling lovingly up at him, Susan slides the perfume bottle from its case.
"Thank you. It's beautiful." A white petaled flower was immersed in the fragrance.
"Just as you are." Terry leans his head down, receiving Susan's gratitude, despite the knowing glances of the French porters tripping up and down the hallway.
"I'll wear it tonight. Just for you." Susan splashes a drop of the "Precious" fragrance to her neck, to which Terry gives a final kiss before letting her disappear into her room.
Soon looking dashing in a fully pressed black dinner jacket, Terry reappears to claim his lady, who was especially lovely tonight in a violet evening dress. Sweet scented, she clings to his arm and they decide to walk down the moonlit tree-lined streets to the exclusive high class restaurant "Le Grand Velfor."
After a tasteful French cuisine dinner and the romantic candlelit atmosphere overlooking the Palais-Royal, Terry finds the moment presenting itself as perhaps now the perfect setting for his next well-chosen words.
"Susan, my lady," Terry starts the lines he had rehearsed over countless times, for the second time this day.
"Yes, darling?" Susan smiles at him, returning her attention to him from the swaying couples on the dance floor.
"I want you to know that meeting you was the most wonderful thing to ever happen in my life." He takes her hands across the table in his.
"Oh, you're so sweet." Susan blushes under his intent gaze, her heart bursting with love for him.
"I've longed for you in every fantasy's dream, in every secret wish, every waking thought, and every hopeful prayer. And now you have come to me." He squeezes her hands, his deep voice tries to express all he feels for this wondrous timeless beauty.
"Susan, my lady, my darling, I—" Terry releases her hands, moving his chair back, when both he and Susan look up to hear a ruckus at the restaurant's front desk.
"What do you mean we're not properly dressed, Frenchy?" Terry is not surprised to hear Sayer's high-pitched voice insulting the maitre'd.
Alex, not holding him back like a proper female companion usually would, was rather amused, and folds her arms behind him, both of them still in the jeans and casual clothes of the day, making a stark contrast to the tuxedos and evening gowns of the rest of the high society patrons.
"Monsieur, please!" The mortified restaurant attendant tries to quiet them down, and gives in so as to stop the scene. "Pardon moi. Of course you may stay, monsieur, madamoiselle." His accent was thick, and the Frenchman bows hurriedly leading the 'low-class' couple to the furthest back table so they would not be seen.
"That's better. Let's see what's so Grand about this joint!" Sayer folds his arms triumphantly, while Alex's keen eye spots Terry and Susan (who were properly attired) at the table beside them.
"Hey, Ter! Susie!" Sayer smiles brightly, "How's the grub? Good, here?" He asks the sighing, smiling couple as the maitre'd nearly faints at his street words, and slaps down their menus, escaping as soon as possible.
"I think you upset him." Alex smirks, sitting down. Sayer shrugs, continuing to gab with them about the day's events. Susan politely entertains the conversation.
Oh well, Terry sighs to himself, so much for a romantic evening. He gives up again on his chance to say what he needed to for the rest of this night.
Michelle spends her day showing off her favorite Paris sights to Robin, including several art museums, of which the Louvre was one (where Michelle secretly wished to see one of her paintings hung on its famed walls someday). Meeting up with some of her old acquaintances along their travels, Michelle proudly introduces Robin to them as her "mon cherie"—everyone in gay Paris knew that when a well-turned young lady said it like Michelle did, she was really speaking of her je'taime—her lover.
They visit various museums and art exhibits (not to mention a spot of shopping) and then dinner at the finest restaurant in all of Paris. Later, Michelle takes Robin to one of her old haunts, in her posh city neighborhood, sneaking them covertly under the cover of darkness onto the grounds of her former (Jeune fille Academie) Young Ladies' Academy.
(PLAY 'Sailor Moon in Paris': "MOONLIGHT MAGIC")
(Mon chere, born to me magic
To my delight—moonlight magic)
"My parents insisted that I come to this school. They tried to make Amara come as well, to learn etiquette and poise from the sisters here. But nothing could hold Amara back then. Oh, when I was younger I was always envious of how brave she was to leave this all behind. And I used to dream of what life was like outside these confines." Michelle uncharacteristically touches the high fence bars between the school and the street, leading to Paris' downtown.
"Sometimes it's safer inside, than in that world out there." Robin says, he himself preferring the security of being alone, than the danger of a crowd, as his hands survey the Academy's ivy covered front stone pillars.
"You sound like my father." Michelle says, meaning it as an insult, but somehow past memories turn it into a fond comparison. Michelle had always been a "Daddy's girl" through her formative childhood years. Her "Pa pere" was one of the kindest souls in all of France, but still she did not like Robin agreeing with her parents' decisions so readily.
"Safer perhaps, but not half as exciting." She smiles, remembering vividly being fifteen and headstrong. "I left this school one day, a little jealous of Amara's boldness in running away. So I, too, longed to rebel against my parents. There was a young boy…no more than seventeen. From, as they say, the wrong side of the tracks. You weren't the first, Robin dear, who my parents disapproved of. They were right, of course, he wasn't the one…sweet Emile. I was too young. My mother scared him off one day, and I never saw him again. I was so angry with her, I rushed right into another man's arms. He was an older man, twenty five at least, appearing to be suave and dapper. Dazzling a young sheltered girl who just turned sixteen. Pa Pere and Ma Mere sent investigators after him, and they were right once again. He turned out to be a penniless gold-digger, only after my status and money alone." Michelle whispers, the pain of years past was as yet evident as she almost shyly focuses her eyes on the single gleaming light in the window of the school. She then swallows before continuing the very personal story she'd share with no one else.
And if in case the moon's magic fades
Will you remain another night with me?
The goddesses above whisper our names
Praying for moonlight magic
"Twice broken hearted, my parents decided that maybe Paris was not the right place for me any longer. So they packed me up and sent me away. To a boarding school in Tokyo, where my mother knew Amara had landed. And where Pa pere had connections with the principal. She believed life was slower paced there— more conservative atmosphere than "Gay Paris"." Her somewhat teary eyes dance about the streets of the famed city surrounding the quiet pair.
"It wasn't long after I arrived, that I realized within myself my destiny as a soldier. And I, too realized that it was Amara's destiny. After we found each other as Sailor Soldiers, she took me under her wing. By and by, I found our differences fading, my story and hers the same. She was of the same opinion of life and freedom and men, and from that time we swore allegiance to each other and each other alone. And…then I met you." Michelle finishes her tale of her far-flung foolish days in the city of her past.
Just then, the moon, dark until now, lifts its shroud to reveal its mystical aura to shine over them.
Let's stay together for another lifetime
Watching the next shooting start soar overheard
Reflecting in their radiance
So crystal clear, I feel this trembling in me now
Gazing upwards, her perfect skin aglow in the moonlight, Robin could almost see the tears reflecting in those eyes. Keeping silent the whole time, Robin had wondered why her happy mood suddenly changed as she conveyed the sad story to him.
My destiny has been written (At last!)
I will surely protect it from darkness (It's mine)
This throbbing within me (It's mine)
I feel only for you (Fate)
But expectations still exist
Moonlight magic
Moonlight magic
He realizes after a moment of her pure face washed in the magic of the moon's light, that she must be afraid of it happening all over again, this time with him.
And if in case the stars cease their flowing
If that happens, guide me away with you
Take me with you
To that place of wonder
The land of moonlight magic
"Don't worry, Michelle. That won't happen to us. I won't let it." He whispers, taking her shoulders firmly in his hands.
"Oh, Robin!" She bursts into the tears she's held back all day, throwing her arms around him. He holds her close—she was that lost frightened fifteen year old girl all over again.
Why do you become faint now, my love?
In the full moon's light, I can see it clear in your eyes
(It's you)
You want to leave this place
(It's you)
I tremble when I think you will not come here again
(Close to me)
"I promise you, Michelle. We'll always be together. Even for another lifetime." His soul calls out to hers in the moonlit silence.
"Always?" Michelle's heart longs to hear him say it over and over, her ocean of blue eyes desperately seeking his.
This destiny of yours is written
I will surely protect it from darkness
(I will)
Meeting you, all our times (It's mine)
Were all an illusion?
But truly inside I will believe!
"Always." Robin verbally says with determination, aloud, pulling her into a sweet embrace as he tries to tenderly kiss away her tears and his own he kept secretly buried away from her.
Let's stay together another lifetime
Watching the next shooting start soar overheard
Reflecting in their radiance
So crystal clear, I feel this trembling in me now
As their lips part, Michelle's worried expression turns into a dreamy smile, she gazes up at the shooting star twinkling in the crystal clear moonlight across the dark sky. In the cool wind, she could almost hear ancient souls whispering for her dreams to come true. Closing her eyes, Michelle wishes for Heaven above to watch over her and her love's destiny together, fearful of her parents' power over their fate. Her eyes close, a wistful smile was on her sweet lips, as Robin pulls her even closer to his chest, caressing his cheek against her soft hair.
My destiny has been written (At last!)
I will surely protect it from darkness (It's mine)
This throbbing within me (It's mine)
I feel only for you (Fate)
But expectations still exist
Moonlight magic
Moonlight magic
This fantasy we're in together—I will protect this love, as long as I'm the one you truly do want, Michelle. I won't ever let it end. Robin feels his heart throbbing within him, for the woman in his arms, hoping beyond hope, that their destiny was to always be together like this—the moonlight's magic doing its work on a pair of troubled young hearts.
(The moon and you
If only we could go there
To a distant time
You and I)
Moonlight magic
Moonlight magic
...to be continued...
Dear Sailor Moon friends,
We thank you for coming along on this 2- part journey of true love's path of destiny for our star-crossed lovers, set in the breathtaking backdrop of romantic Paris! Starting on this most romantic month of the year in updating this book anew, we hope you enjoyed all the romance and drama set to the lovely 'Sailor Moon in Paris' album music that inspired a lot of the three starring couples' interaction and scenes in this famed 'City of Lights' (The gorgeous Three Lights fit right in here with their intended Outer Sailor Scout partners, didn't they? ;) Sing along with the catchy translations of the wonderful songs! ^0^
In honor of the 25th anniversary of when this beloved Sailor Moon saga was first written, back in 1998, (it seems but just yesterday for this timeless series…;) after carefully rereading and proof combing through this story that I scripted to continue the SM saga into its 6th season and beyond, over two decades ago, we will be re-publishing the remainder of the chapters regularly, starting with this "Sailor Moon Eternal" movie, moving through the rest of the season's chapters, and FINALLY this author's scribbled handwritten papers are ready - after 25 years, of patiently waiting in a folder - to be typed up and released to finish Sailor Moon Eternal plotline! ^0^
We plan by this year's August birthday that our Sailor Moon 6th season continuation novel will at last be COMPLETED, God-willing. It promises to be chock full of romantic relationships, exhilarating battles and mystical excitement for our favorite Pretty Soldier Sailor Scouts and their intergalactic friends!
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"MOON ETERNAL MAKEUP!"
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