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"SAILOR MOON ETERNAL"
The 6th Season of the Sailor Moon Saga
Chapter 18
"Moving Day"
Monday morning shines bright and early on the busy scheduled members of the household.
Bright and early at least for some, anyway.
"Sayer, wake up." Terry, always the early riser to prepare not only for himself, but his two brothers as well, was already dressed and shaved, wishing to get this busy day going. After all, today the three of them were moving into a new apartment in the first step of their new lives and careers as civilians on Earth again.
"Sayer." Terry pats his lazy brother's arm gently, the kind hearted soul never having the heart to be stern with either of his siblings when they were sleeping so peacefully. After all, having shared the guest bed with him last night—after Alex had coarsely shoved them both by their snagged collars behind the door—Terry was aware Sayer got precious little sleep. The dark head had tossed and turned restlessly in his sleep, most likely due to stuffing down way too many late night snacks of candy, sodas and popcorn during the movies.
"Just shake him hard." Less kind of heart when it came to Sayer, Robin comes in without knocking—who needed to knock when you're closer than close?—with a big yawn coming from his sideways smirking mouth. Not as wide awake and ready for toil as his responsible, tallest brother, Robin was generally the last to awaken and more dully placid in the mornings than at any other time of the day. But sometimes it was hard to tell, because the silver mane tossed back idol usually had the sleeping habits of a cat.
But today, he was a kitty who wanted to escape this attractively fascinating, yet sometimes smothering 'cage.'
"Ally..." Sayer murmurs in his sleep, obviously still dreaming of his dazzling in gold, new princess.
"Ahh, he's having a nightmare." Robin twists his lip, always ready to take a jab at his fast-becoming arch-nemesis and main rival for Michelle's attentions.
"Nightmare?!" Sayer's eyes pop open groggily at Robin's insulting words aimed squarely at Alex. "Ally is a knock-out dream! Take it back!" He, swift as a laser flash, jumps from his bed, ferociously attacking Robin with a stranglehold and knocking them both flat with a loud bang to the floor.
"You'd have to be knocked-out to dream of her!" Snide remark at the ready for the 'golden dragon,' Robin grunts out as he tries to escape the boyish struggle which had both struggling on the ground, pulling at one another's handsome faces and long ponytails. Terry raises his eyes up to the heavens, wondering what could ever keep his two oil and water brothers from quarreling, their respective relationships with Alex and Michelle obviously not helping.
Speaking of whom…
"What are you boys up to in there? Do you need help closing your suitcases, perhaps? I'm sure Alex can lend some muscle if you're having trouble…" Teasing Michelle coyly comes peeking into the crack in the door Robin had left open, to see what all the noisy ruckus was about.
"Oh, uh, umm…" Sayer stops his tugging at Robin's hair, jumping up so quickly he has to hold onto his loosened boxer shorts as they threaten to come a-sliding down.
Covering her mouth girlishly, with dancing eyes upon Robin in a very fetching, yet compromising, spread eagle position, his hair tousled in just the right places, Michelle giggles while Terry helps poor Robin to his feet. This scuffler was desperately trying to straighten his mussed hair as he rubs his sore head in an attempt to regain his dignity.
"Just doing our daily…morning…calisthenics." Sayer pretends, his agile body leaning over and touching his toes in able demonstration.
"Oh? You exercise every morning, too?" Michelle asks smirking, not believing for a moment that this undisciplined young man could ever hold to such a regimented schedule—but she did know someone who did. "Amara is out doing her regular laps around the property right now. If you're interested, I'm sure she'd enjoy your company." Michelle teases, knowing Amara liked this time to be alone and might not be all that welcoming if Sayer showed up uninvited.
Sayer jumps at the chance. Dashing to the closet, he rummages through the packages there, producing a new pair of running shoes. Pulling them on hastily, he was about to rush out the door, when Terry's calm voice stops him.
"Sayer." His older brother silently holds out a pair of black shorts. Robin rolls his eyes, and leaves the room. But not before Michelle gives him a 'good morning' kiss on the cheek and fixes his cutely disheveled hair "just so," causing the mint eyed sleepyhead to smile at her attentions.
And Michelle's mouth-watering promise of hot coffee and a European breakfast cuisine, along with homemade French croissants she had already personally prepared for her favorite guy in a romantic, last-morning-here, little private treat for just they two.
"Oh right!" Sayer grabs the shorts, gauchely pulling them on as he runs into the hall, nearly crashing into Tara and Rini as they come out of Susan's room, already dressed and ready for school.
"Hey! Watch it, Dummy!" Rini shouts angrily, her fangs out at the rude shove.
"Sorry, Munchkins!" Sayer sings as he races out the door at full throttle.
"I was waiting for Amara, but since she's—ahem—going to be busy, would you be a darling, Terry, and drive me to my class after Robin and I finish our treat?" Michelle expects no less than total servitude from Robin's brother as she glances up to Terry from where she and her young beau were partaking in her excellent handmade pastries, perfectly paired with some of the lovely fresh blackberries from Alex's wildflower garden out back.
But maybe I won't tell her I snitched a bowlful for Robin!
"Of course." Terry answers politely, always eager to help a lady. Going into the hall, he looks down into the two bright faces waiting for him expectantly. "Are my two ladies ready for school?" Terry-Papa was always so nice and gentlemanly to the opposite sex, giving them respect as young women.
Not treating us like children—like SOME people. Calling me a 'munchkin.' Rini shoots a nasty look at the closed front door and the annoying person who had just sailed boorishly through.
"It's not really school since I've already finished the lesson course this year with Michelle-mama and Alex-papa here at home, just a higher learning science class I wanted to go to. Today's the last day. Susan-mama's going to be the school nurse today, so I'm sure they'll let Rini stay with us, too." She adds happily, glad all of her dear ones would be around her at this special class. Tara explains as she, Terry, Rini enter the kitchen.
"Good morning." Susan greets them in her nurse coat as she pours the milk into Rini and Tara's favorite cereal where the two girls thought it fun to share a chair at the table to eat their cereal. Alex's sliced grapefruit was also on the table, still untouched, beside two plates of Michelle's famous croquet madame (French cuisine egg, ham and cheese omelet sandwich)—which Susan had been left in charge to fry, and under strict orders not to burn! They were covered and awaiting Terry and Sayer, while the primary chef had taken Robin to eat with her their croissants and berries on the south-facing veranda.
Impressed with his lady's early morning homemaking skills, Terry smiles at Susan, and caresses her cheek. "It seems you've taken care of all of us, my lady. But tell me, where is your breakfast?" He looks over the busy table, to her placemat, tightly squeezed next to his of course, which had no breakfast in front of it at all.
"Oh, I—forgot myself, didn't I?" Susan meekly conjectures, still not much used to eating, after spending all those years in the doorway where bodily sustenance was unnecessary.
"Then, you shall have half of mine." He says authoritatively, sitting the tall, slender beauty down. Terry was already feeling responsible for her wellbeing—and that went beyond the invisible bonds of Time around his wrists— as he splits his omelet in half and transfers it to a plate Tara had scurried to provide him with.
"But Terry, I—" Susan starts to argue, never much hungry, her sylph-like figure proof of that.
"Susan." Terry gives her that overpowering gaze she can't help but melt under, as he cuts off a piece of the fancy French pastry omelet and puts the fork to her mouth, which she obediently takes a small nibble of.
Enjoying her precious, demurely feminine little mouth's modest movements admiringly, Terry smiles, as he continues the 'feeding' of both himself and his lady until the entire coquet was gone.
"Don't let your man spoil you all the time, Susan." Worldly female Michelle—who had the experience of more than a few past relationships with males who had short attention spans once they believed they had you in their pocket—comments drolly as she glides into the kitchen.
"I don't mind at all, and never will, for all time." The mahogany haired gentleman attests, his expressive words causing Susan to gaze up into Terry's beautiful eyes with adoration.
"Hmph." Michelle gives Robin a coy glance as he takes his seat beside her.
He'll soon tire of it, and then, I fear, you, Susan, as I foolishly allowed myself to be fooled before as a girl… Having been in and out of countless forbidden dalliances in her much-chased after youth as a desirable young heiress, Michelle thinks with jaded recollection of another spoilingly attentive young man who supposedly loved her and left her as an adolescent teen.
"Not Terry. He's as solid as they come, Michelle. You can trust him to take care of and never fail your friend's heart." Sensing her hurt while overhearing her self-recriminations, Robin, with zero resentment, speaks openly to his psychic soulmate's own romantic past wounds, attesting for his brother and soothing her in a way Michelle found reassuring.
"Just as I could never grow tired of you." Robin's sea of mint sparkles over Michelle's ocean of blue orbs, bringing the French woman out from her ill humored remembrances to smile. Michelle giggles lightly as she brushes her lips to the crook of Robin's adorable mouth, to 'dab' where the minute traces of sweet purple blackberry juice lingered after their thoroughly enjoyable and relaxing juicy fruit and flaky, buttery croissant breakfast on the balcony.
"Do you think Sayer will want this?" Robin, always hungry, asks suddenly eyeing his brother's unattended cheese omelet. "It'd be shameful to let such fine cuisine go to waste. It's just getting cold." He shrugs off his annoying brother's well-being, digging into Sayer's breakfast as well.
"Maybe we can make another—" Susan, just clearing up the rest of dishes starts to offer her and Michelle's services.
"Don't bother, Susan! He's a big boy! I'm sure he'll find something on his own." Michelle couldn't care less about Sayer's breakfast, though she was very pleased Robin was fond of her recipes as well as the rest of her emotional soul as he was contentedly devouring more with a satisfied smile on his face.
"I'm the one being spoiled. You're so good at everything, Michelle." Robin's mind reiterates yesterday's medley as he takes a sip of her expensive taste in coffee, too.
"And you're too cute! Keep that thought until I get back, dearest. Mmwah!" With a quick mental kiss, the aqua enchantress hurriedly rushes into the living room, grabbing her purse. "We really must be going." She glances at the clock worriedly and then at Terry, who was already moving with Tara towards the kitchen side door exit at Rini's direction.
"But the dishes…" Susan was training to be a model homemaker, the rule book stating clearly one 'should never leave the house with the sink full.'
"Never mind that! Come on, Susan! We're going to be late!" Showing her youth, usually calm and composed Michelle yanks her millennia older roommate along out the side door, which Terry was gentlemanly holding open, waiting for them with the running car. "Robin will do them!" Michelle loudly calls back, kindly offering her shocked lover's services to a task he had never before attempted in his life, and never really intended to.
"You can start the packing as well when you're finished." Terry could not help but smile as he adds this insult to injury, at the thought of his uppity brother doing the mundane chore of dirty dishes which he himself normally carried out for both his brethren.
Even Terry was unsympathetic as he quickly pulls from the driveway with his more pleasant task of driving such lovely ladies away before Robin can manage to even utter a word.
"Michelle!?" Robin psychically complains in exasperation, only to find her previously open mind to him, setting up roadblocks at this juncture.
Leaving the stolen omelet half eaten on the plate, his appetite spoiled now, Robin gets up. He wrinkles his nose at the dirty dishes piled up in the sink with disdain, deciding that he wasn't going to soil his model smooth hands on them.
But when Michelle gets back, she'll be disappointed…
So pampered idol Robin Starr turns the water on, beginning to scrub a dish with the foreign objects called 'sponge and detergent.' That's when, through the kitchen window, he spies two all too familiar figures, competing with each other once again as they raced to the side door.
The sky was a particularly brilliant shade of azure blue, and Alex finds herself lost in it more often this morning than any other. Calmly watching the lazy clouds scroll by as she jogs along, the runner feels the strength of the firm earth with every pounding step, the coolness of the early wind on her sweating brow.
I'm running—but I'm not running away anymore, am I? Her thoughts sift slowly through the past few days' life changing events—the Princess' predestined wedding, the harrowing battle that followed it; facing her own death, and finding new reasons why she desperately wanted to live. Closing her eyes as she continued her laps without pausing once in between, Alex feels the wind rising from the ground, sweeping away, returning, bringing the sweet, yet deep scent of strawberry and gardenia to envelop her senses. Not slowing for a moment, Alex keeps on running, though registering a particular someone's presence at her back.
Let him come to me. Alex smiles to herself, picking up the pace a bit more. The competitor in her was excited there was someone else who could keep up with her—and thrilled that maybe this one had the capability to even surpass her.
Watching her fly like the wind ahead of him, Sayer sprints off after Alex, determined to catch up. A natural athlete himself, he admired Alex's tall physique, her strong, slender arms and long, very shapely legs, pumping in perfect sync. Her style, her speed, her momentum was impossible to surpass for any normal human being.
But this Sayer Starr Fighter wasn't your everyday earthling.
She's playing with me. Sayer smiles to himself. So maybe I'll win this little game my way.
Though his star-powered velocity could be blinding as a shooting star, Sayer wasn't going to employ it in this 'fair' competition. Giving up the chance of his human form ever catching up to the wind, Sayer stops in his tracks, taking refuge behind a tall oak, obscured just off the path, waiting.
Seeing her starting landmark, Alex takes note. This is my tenth lap now and he hasn't caught up yet. Should I have slowed down? She inconspicuously glances back to see if Sayer was there yet, a bit disappointed that he wasn't anywhere in sight. I suppose he must've gotten tired of this little game and given u—
"Oof!"
Suddenly, something slams against her, knocking the wind right out of her. That scent of strawberries and gardenia overwhelming in her nostrils once again, Alex knows exactly who it belonged to, glad that he hadn't given up after all.
"Got ya!" Sayer triumphantly announces, kneeling down atop of the award winning runner, pinning her down quite provocatively with his full pressed body, arrogant eyes flashing in her shocked ones triumphantly.
"You really think so?" Alex breathlessly huffs up, trapped beneath the lean, wiry young man. Though tired out from all those laps of running, her adrenaline was now pumping through her bloodstream, making her quite a formidable opponent in this game of cat and mouse.
KICK!
Kneeing her male 'attacker' in just the right place, Alex smugly smirks when the moment ago very vital wolf grows limp. Then Alex simply pushes a stunned Sayer aside like an old sack of potatoes.
"All's fair in love and war." She whispers into his nipped ear before taking off in the direction of the house.
His own adrenaline (and maybe a little testosterone, too) flowing through his veins, Sayer Starr was swiftly up and after her again. His recovery time was quicker than Alex thought possible after her no holding back knee thrust.
And this time this street fighter was hot on her trail.
"So what is this we've got, Sokova? Love or war?" His silky voice catches up, his limber body suddenly running right alongside her, neck in neck.
"You figure it out, Starr." Impressed by her competitor's speed to be equal level with her, Alex shouts back, playfully tossing the sweaty towel around her neck at his face. She was laughing like a kid at the exhilaration of the race and of being with this crazy man who made her a bit crazy herself.
Flashing him her most dazzling, challenging smile, Alex leaves that verbal carrot dangling in front of him. With Sayer's attention now diverted, as he angrily flicks the towel from covering his eyes, she takes off in a final spurt of speed, winning their competitive little race once again.
However, Sayer doesn't feel at all that much like he lost, as his satisfied eyes follow her slim form inside the kitchen door.
"The two of you seem to be enjoying yourselves." As the two breathless runners enter the kitchen's side door, Robin comments sourly over the running water of the sink. Obviously, he himself was not finding much enjoyment in scrubbing dirty dishes and loading them into the dishwasher.
"Michelle's got you working as her maid already, huh?" Sayer taunts him, knowing the aqua debutante was the only one—besides the Princess, of course—in the entire galaxy with enough power over his lazy brother to make him do dishes.
"MAID?!" Robin screams back, almost dropping a dripping wet, expensive Royal Doulton saucer of his lady love's fine bone china.
"Your face might freeze like that!" Sayer points an accusing finger at Robin's anger-contorted features.
"At least she finally found something you're good for." Alex pipes in as she pours herself a tall glass of orange juice. Taking a gulp, she then hands it to a panting Sayer, who downs the rest of it.
Ignoring her words, Robin wrinkles his nose at the thought of ever drinking from someone else's glass. His snooty high-class attitude forbade such distasteful practices. Yuck! I doubt Michelle would ask me to do that uncouth practice. But after all, she and Alex are different kind of women. Thank God for that…even if Michelle did make me do these awful dishes. Even Robin's inner thoughts grump to himself. Both Alex and Sayer plop down to their seats at the kitchen table, their bodies exhausted after such a demanding sprint.
"Hey! Who's the thief who stole part of my egg?" Sayer's suspicions point right to his always hungry brother, who just puts his cute nose up to the air, Robin puckering his lips and rolling his eyes back at him.
Not having the energy to chew the breakfast burglar out properly, Sayer just hungrily devours what was left. Glancing up, he sees Alex calmly spooning out a simple grapefruit.
"Is that all you're having?" His mouth full, it comes out more like "Im dat ar yo ar ving?"
"Ye—ee—s. It's healthy, so you'll know nothing of it." Alex amazes Robin, who was listening into their conversation, with her auto-translate understanding Sayer's gibberish perfectly as she simultaneously derides him.
"Here, have some of mine." Sayer looks down at the one sad little bite of Michelle's fancy ham and cheese French omelet left on his plate, and grinning, he holds it up, offering it to her still.
"No, thanks." Alex finishes her grapefruit, wiping her amused mouth. "You should rather opt for my breakfast fare next time, to keep your 'girlish' figure, too." She teases wickedly, with a poked finger at Sayer's tight gut. "I'm off to my shower." She stands before he had a chance to answer her saucy remark.
"Oh, need some help?" Sayer, not seeming so energy drained anymore, jumps up from his seat.
"Don't even think about it, mister. I bring my sword with me." Alex shoves him down, the look in her eyes threatening as she goes out into the hall.
"Women are hard to figure, aren't they, Rob?" Sayer searches the pantry for something more to eat, settling for some Gorotto Granola, straight out of the box, and stuffing a handful of the roasted soybeans into his mouth.
"That's not an ordinary woman." Robin says of Alex, nasty thoughts in his mind for the insulting creature.
"I know." As he chews on the nutty beans, Sayer's thoughts were entirely on a different track. The eighteen year old smiles wistfully, thinking of a certain golden beauty and imagining what she must be doing in the shower at this very moment.
"Terry told me to tell you to go and pack our stuff." Robin slightly rearranges Terry's words, pawning the other rotten chore on Sayer.
"I bet he told you to help, too, Rob." Sayer was ready to pick a fight now with his ill-tempered brother. For neither was ambitious enough in the morning to delve into the mountain of clothes and suits and such all piled in poor Tara's closet.
"I did the dishes." Robin whines, slamming the dishwasher door shut—though forgetting the soap, of course—after finding the little button marked "on."
"I'm not doing any more work." Robin says haughtily, crossing his arms, feeling he had done more than his share of work already today.
"Well, I'm not, either." Sayer would never just give in to Robin. Both of them just glare at each other for a long moment, waiting for the other to fold.
But Sayer comes up with a better solution. "We'll leave it for Ter." Sayer says, used to pushing responsibilities off on his kind, responsible brother.
"Yeah." Robin dries his wet hands on a towel, throwing it down stubbornly as Sayer leaves to get dressed and cleaned up. Robin departs to the living room, turning the TV on and plopping on the couch lazily, neither of them giving another thought given to the packing.
There. They finally found something to agree on.
Upon returning home, Terry finds their things still unpacked. Smiling at his two brothers' irresponsibility, he begins the job himself. The classical music playing throughout the house soon stops, and Robin eventually finds his way to the room, lounging lazily on the bed instead of helping his busy brother.
Uncomplainingly, Terry continues to get their things together, cleaning up the borrowed room as best he could as he listens to Robin's endless whining about Sayer and Alex.
"That woman treats me like dirt, Terry. And Sayer doesn't do much better." Robin "helps" by lifting his legs up for Terry to retrieve Sayer's shoes, still hiding under the bed.
"She and Michelle have always been close. It's the price you must pay." Terry continues to fold the clothes, stacking them into their boxes and bags near the door.
"Yeah, I know." Robin thinks of his prize of Michelle's beautiful soul and smiles. "Well, at least they had finally left me pretty much alone for awhile, while they're doing something with that stupid car. Do you know how much that thing must've cost?!" Robin himself was extravagant with money but still felt he could complain about Sayer's usage of their funds, and in such a large amount, especially since it was for her.
"Yes. I stopped by the bank on my way back." Terry looks at Robin, concerned. "I haven't been here to invest what was left of our capital here on earth. And now with all these expenses and the new apartment being rather high priced, the books are quickly depleting. To keep up with the standards we're accustomed to, we really must return to our careers as singers." Terry's responsible mind was always thinking ahead.
"I guess so…" Robin frowns, the lazy streak within him shirking at the thought of demanding work again.
"What are you guys up to?" Sayer comes barging in the door, nearly toppling over all of Terry's neatly stacked boxes.
"Just about ready to take these out to the car." Terry smiles a greeting to Sayer, his arms full of suits on hangers.
"Great! Come on, Rob." Sayer gives Robin a shove and energetically grabs the bunch from Terry, leaving the room (losing a few shirts along the way). Robin sighs at him as he grumblingly lifts (a very small amount) of packages following Sayer out the door. Collecting the fallen shirts, Terry falls in the rear, hefting most of what was left in his powerful arms.
Once outside, Sayer makes a beeline for the red sports car, though from behind the raised hood, inspecting the sparkling new engine, Alex knew he was coming.
"I thought I told you not to come back." She reiterates her admonishment from a moment before, slamming the hood down and seeing the load of men's clothes he was dumping in her new Ferrari. "Where do you think you're putting those?" She says, her hands on her hips.
"In our car." Sayer smiles sweetly at her. "You're going to drive me to my new apartment." He makes the puffed-up demand with hands on arrogant hips.
"Oh, am I?" Alex raises an eyebrow at his order, unaccustomed to taking those from anyone. Sayer nods with those damnable pursed lips, then his smug eyes flash wicked.
"After all, Tara needs her room back. But it could be more fun to stay, if you could find me some other accommodations…" Sayer's sultry tone insinuated that Alex herself would have to provide him with these "fun accommodations."
"The couch is still free…" Alex airs the sardonic offer, perfectly understanding his intentions, though her eyes go wide and innocent looking.
"I didn't mean the couch." Sayer leans over the hood towards her, intending to land a passionate kiss.
"Didn't you?" Alex teases, letting him come closer, her eyes and tone inviting.
"We're ready over here, Sayer!" Robin's annoyed voice calls to him, from out of the green sedan's passenger side. Terry, locks the house door and smoothly slides in behind the running engine.
"So are we." Alex whispers seductively, moving closer to Sayer's expectant arms—then skillfully ducks out of the path of his embrace at the last possible second.
Sayer falls, his moist lips kissing the car's fire red hood hard instead.
"I didn't know you loved her so much. Get in, loverboy." Alex laughs a scoffing chortle at him as she starts the engine. Undaunted, Sayer quickly bounds over the side door of the cool convertible without opening it as the two cars pull out into the street.
At the new apartment, in the city, Alex helps the three men carry their things up to the flat, mostly glad that all the junk was out of her slick car now. Passing on the way up, they bump into that stuck-up, old fashioned manager that Terry had dealt with when he signed the lease.
Looking the group up and down as they enter the suite of rooms, Mr. Harding believed them to be a rowdy looking bunch from their rock star appearances. The three of them sported designer clothes and long ponytails that screamed 'wild.' And the fourth golden haired man had a certain untamed, almost dangerous air about him, something old Harding did not like at all.
Speaking to the most respectable of the four, that 'Terry Starr,' who had come yesterday to sign the contract, Harding decides to address the touchy subject ahead of time.
"I thought you said that you only had two brothers, Mr. Starr?" He watches the mountains of designer clothes, electric instruments and such being produced from the cases the dubious rascals had brought up. Eyeing the four men suspiciously, the house manager wondered how such young boys could afford the expensive trappings.
"I do have two brothers." Terry politely responds as he begins the introductions.
"Mr. Harding, I would like you to meet my brother, Robin Starr." Robin nods curtly, the scowl of finding some shirts wrinkled was still on his face. "And my other brother, Sayer Starr." Terry motions towards Sayer who waves from where he was already busily moving the couch about, more to his liking, to face the television.
"Hey." Sayer gives Harding a friendly smile, nearly falling on his face in the battle with the heavy couch.
Sensing some refined culture in the first sibling-coiffed silver young man, rocker hairstyle or not—Harding rolls his snooty eyes at this other one's obvious spoiled rotten childishness.
"And that fourth young man is…?" He directs his gaze at the even more slender young man who seemed more interested in the view from the open balcony than unpacking.
"Oh, forgive my rudeness." Terry smiles, a bit confused by Harding's words before realizing his error. "This is Miss Alex Sokova, she's kindly helping us with the move." He introduces Alex and she strides back into the room, giving Terry a strange glance at his unnecessary introduction of her, but she sticks out her hand nonetheless.
Harding's eyes go wide as he looks Alex up and down, concluding that this tall, confident individual was indeed a woman. A woman dressed in men's clothing? What will kids these days dream up next? He sighs to himself, the decline of the world always a regular topic for him.
"Nice to meet you." Alex's low voice and firm handshake made Harding realize why he could've mistaken she was a man.
Casting the group one more suspicious glance, with an exasperated sigh, Harding finally leaves them alone, deciding to watch this group very carefully in the future.
Leaving Sayer, Alex and Robin to continue the settling in—yeah, right, the unpacking would have to go on pause until he returned—Terry goes in the sedan to pick up the girls. He would fetch Susan from her nurse duties at Tara's school, and Michelle from her class, the responsible mahogany haired man promises to bring back lunch with him for the hungry troops, mostly at Robin's insistence.
Terry soon returns with the four ladies, bags of groceries and subs for lunch in tow, with Michelle carrying a special surprise of her own behind her back.
"Which room is yours, Robin?" She asks immediately.
"This one over here." A little unnerved by the beautiful female's query, Robin points to the room at the far end of the hall he had settled for.
"Good. I have something to show you." Bubbling over, Michelle grabs his wiry arm, dragging the unsettled man along to his bedroom.
"I don't think I like the sound of that..." A step behind, suspicious Alex quietly follows the pair as self-appointed chaperone.
"Close your eyes." Michelle commands him, giggling as they enter the spacious bedroom. Following orders, Robin picks up the sound of her unwrapping something in paper, then hears Michelle excitedly say, "All right! You can open them now, dearest!"
Upon opening them, Robin sees Michelle holding up a framed painting to the wall opposite his bed. And not just any painting, but a beautiful portrait depicting the gorgeous setting sun melting into a calm sea, with two figures, a man and a woman, silhouetted on the shore wrapped together watching the stunning scene before them.
Immediately knowing who those figures were meant to be, Robin smiles in awe at the sheer exquisiteness of the artwork, with special attention to the way it made him feel, as if he was truly there in the stunning portrait—with flawless beauty Michelle Moreau at his side.
"Do you like it?" She looks to him expectantly, proud of her day's work, illustrated from the heart just for him.
"More than you can know." Robin projects out to Michelle with his mind, his physical self unconsciously moving closer to her as well.
"I think I do." Michelle answers and he feels her soft waves drift over his soul.
"You and me." He smiles at the connection between them, the portrait was a perfect image of what they have for each other.
"You and me." Michelle echoes back, as Robin moves closer to kiss the elegant artiste who decorated his once bleak soul with the embrace of her love.
Their lips were just about to meet when a deep, cutting voice purposely interrupts them.
"Isn't that still wet?" Alex leans in the bedroom doorway watchfully, her arms crossed as she points to the portrait.
"Oh, yes." Michelle guiltily pulls away, straightening the framed portrait from being pressed between their two slender bodies.
"Go get a nail or something to hang it on, shrimp." Alex orders. 'Before I hang you.' Her deep green eyes threaten darkly, no words necessary to be said.
Robin glares at her, teetering on whether to say something nasty or not, then decides not to, for Michelle's sake and this memorable gift's moment he wouldn't let Alex wreck.
"Amara, do you have to call him that?" When Robin had departed, Michelle asks, as Alex relieves her of her load, holding the frame up for her.
"Of course. He makes it so much fun." Michelle could see there was no use in arguing, whenever Alex got like that.
And when it came to poor dear Robin, she always was 'like that.'
After preparing the sandwiches for everyone around the living room, Susan utilizes the Three Lights' sparkling new kitchen. The dutiful woman was beginning to wash up the few dishes when Terry comes in and insists on drying them for her, at least. The resulting warm fingers touching warm fingers as the dishes passed between them made the mundane task so much more enjoyable for both.
After clearing up the luncheon was complete, Terry goes to the job of finishing dividing up their things—which meant unpacking Sayer's belongings and clothes, too. As Terry does the heavy work, Susan a quiet—and sometimes embarrassed, like when men's army camouflage boxer shorts spilled out from between the suit she was hanging—aid, Sayer himself begins playing video games on the built-in television unit in his room with Rini. Clapping her pale hands together at the excitement, Tara watches the two 'adolescents' compete almost viciously.
Once that was done, Terry finally moves onto his own room, with Susan soon drifting in to 'help' him in there, as well.
"Are you the school's nurse often?" His cheeks pink, Terry strikes up a conversation, a little embarrassed for Susan to have to hang his clothes, but she, too, insisted upon it.
"Sometimes." She answers, burying her face in the handsome grey and yellow jacket he wore that night of Darien's bachelor party. "I volunteered so I could be close to Tara at all times." Susan straightens the shirt he hands to her, her delicate hands hanging it caressingly as she does with each piece of Terry's clothing, excited just to know they belonged to him.
"That was very kind and thoughtful of you." Terry squeezes into the closet with her, hanging another suit. But the tall scholar soon realized that was a mistake on his part. Susan was simply too tempting after removing her proper nurse's jacket for school, now wearing a tight-fitting red mini dress she herself designed. "Only if you truly wish to do these menial tasks, you could fold my shirts from the suitcase on the bed, if you please." Polite Terry quickly finds an excuse for her to leave the intimately tight closet.
Smiling at his sweetness, Susan does as instructed, emptying the case full of shirts on the bed and folding them into the drawers on the oak dresser. That's when yet another bag—the one Terry had hurriedly stuffed under the bed when he heard her entering the bedroom—peeking out catches her eye.
As Terry finishes stacking his numerous pairs of his large size men's thirteen shoes in the closet, he finds Susan sifting through a bag she should not be in.
"These are cute." She smiles up at him, fondling—there could be no other word for what she was doing—a pair of his light purple briefs.
"Susan, I think I should—" Turning red, Terry was about to snatch the bag from her. That was when, coming out of it, gingerly held in her hands, was a very familiar, small little brassiere. Looking up into his eyes, Susan blushes, recognizing it was hers from that first night.
"I—I was meaning to return it to you." Terry tries to cover up—though secretly he fully intended to keep it as a souvenir of sorts—his face now a bright, bright red.
"No, he wasn't!" Sayer's big mouth inserts in as he rummages through another bag of clothes, somehow sneaking quietly in unnoticed. "He keeps it under his pillow—every night." He whispers into Susan's blushing ear wickedly, honestly thinking Terry didn't really have to keep that a secret anymore.
After all, Ter and Susie already have…
"Sayer!" Terry scolds, mortified, such things told in front of his honorable lady.
"What? It's true, isn't it?" Finding what he was looking for—a brown belt he must've reckoned was his—Sayer winks at Susan. Then he rascal runs out as quickly as he came in, leaving Terry to gaze at Susan, guilty and horrified.
"Do you really keep it under your—?" Susan starts to ask, holding the lacy purple lingerie up in the air for him to see.
"Susan, I know I shouldn't have—" Terry begins to apologize for his ungentlemanly behavior when Susan's next actions make him stop in mid-sentence.
"I think it's romantic." She smiles at him, as she lifts the coverings on the bed, placing the lacy bra beneath his pillow, then replaces the comforter to cover it with a gentle pat.
"You don't want it back?" Gulping down his guilt and shame, wide-eyed Terry offers as Susan saunters towards him.
"Not if you still keep it there." Susan's words offer things of their own as she corners him into the closet.
"Susan…" Terry whispers, getting nervous again, as he was unabashedly backed into the corner of the closet.
"Terry? Have you seen my—" It was Robin's turn to come into Terry's room for something missing.
That's when gazing in the open closet door he finds the pair hopelessly kissing, sandwiched quite comfortably between Terry's suits and clothes. Noticing the audience and gaining control of himself—albeit hesitantly—Terry pulls from the embrace. He escapes Susan (and his own urges, too!) by rushing from the closet out into the middle of the bedroom.
"What were you looking for, Robin?" Terry tries to catch his breath, with a less than composed smile.
"Uhhh. I forgot." Robin was still shocked to find his "normal" brother acting so crazy all the time now, too.
"Make sure you call us when you remember." Susan herself felt a bit giddy, as her long, painted magenta fingernails take hold of Terry's tie, pulling him towards her and closing the closet door behind them.
That left Robin standing there in the new bedroom alone, his mouth hanging open.
"Sayer is right for once. 'Women are hard to figure.'" Robin says to the walls, at first taking Susan to be a calm, sedate female, with not an ounce of the vixen qualities she had just displayed in front of him. Shrugging his shoulders at the conundrum, letting out an inconceivable sigh, Robin leaves the empty room, with the closet door still firmly shut.
The rest of the afternoon wears on, and Terry soon emerges from his room, with Susan clingy at his side.
"Did you get everything you wanted done in the closet?" A cloyingly sweet feminine voice asks the tall, young singer and his hanger-on when Terry—his tie readjusted straight around his reddened neck—enters the living room of the three-bedroom, exclusive penthouse apartment.
Robin had obviously shared his discoveries with the rest of the gang, at least with Michelle, who smiles at the couple teasingly with her words.
"Well, not all of—" Susan starts to complain a bit, though she couldn't whine that much about "unfinished business,' considering the vast amount of innumerable passionate kisses and necking accomplished in the small closet space.
"—I was thinking." Terry cuts her off, clearing his throat, making a space on the messy couch—it had to be, Sayer had already taken up residence there—for them to sit, with Susan alighting onto his lap, quite comfortably.
"Yeah, Ter? Oh, damn, road block—! Game over?!" Still playing video games, but now a race car game with Alex, Sayer finds his car hopelessly lapped behind hers in the pro racer's dust as her vehicle crosses the checkered flag finish line in record-setting time.
"Beat that." Alex puts her controller down triumphantly, not much interested in video games anymore, but determined to show this rival of hers exactly who was boss in all competitions.
His lip set in a twist, Sayer shuts down the TV and flops to the couch, arms crossed sullenly. Laughing at him, Rini and Tara had long lost interest in video games quickly, opting more to draw pictures together on the living room floor on Terry's donated composition board.
"I was thinking," Terry continues, quite used to Sayer's outbursts, "that maybe we should start singing, releasing records and doing concerts again, to keep up our lifestyle."
"Sure!" His love of song almost unsurpassed, Sayer was quick ready to agree to Terry's judgment on these kinds of things.
But seeing the look of dislike on Robin's cute face where he sat across the table, well-endowed society girl Michelle offers to come to his rescue of course, with a wave of her hand.
"You boys don't have to work to make money! I'm sure I could supply—"
But Terry cuts her off with a raised hand to the air.
"Thank you, Miss Moreau, for your kind offer. But we three really would like to be able to support ourselves." Terry's male attitude shows, not to mention having his own reasons for wanting to work to be able to support himself—and maybe one other—as soon as possible.
Michelle nods politely, sipping her tea as she lays a hand against Robin's forearm..
"Besides, it's fun to sing on stage!" Sayer cries out, striking a pose as he leans back in his seat, always the showman.
"And even more 'fun' to have all of those adoring girls swarming around you, screaming your name in the crowd, throwing personal clothing items at you with phone numbers scrawled across, hmmm?" Alex raises her eyebrows at Sayer, suspicious that this was perhaps the underlying motive for this wolf's immediate enthusiasm.
"Jealous already, Ally?" Sayer scoots closer to her on the couch with the whisper.
"Not at all." Alex diverts her eyes away from him, annoyed, and crosses her arms now, too, trying to appear unaffected.
"Well, I am." Michelle contradicts her beloved partner's impassive stance, giving Robin dagger eyes as she squeezes his arm so acutely, he nearly squeals in pain. 'You have no interest in those females or their phone numbers, do you, dearest?' She mentally adds the burning question.
'Of course not, Michelle! I don't even want to go back to that sort of public life…' Robin immediately responds, he never enjoyed how false those fangirls were, not really knowing a person's soul, only caring about their looks and popularity.
'Oh, good. I want you all to myself, in private.' Putting emphasis on the word 'private,' Michelle's appeased mind whispers back as she physically strokes his arm up and down possessively.
"But if my brothers need me to be a part of the Three Lights again now that we're back on earth, I guess I have to support them." He adds aloud, suddenly not so dead set against the idea of being independently funded and not beholden to anyone under their own wherewithal.
"Yes. Thank you, Robin, Sayer. Tomorrow we'll locate more instruments and the things we'll need to get started again." Terry's calm mind was racing to go, especially now he had a secret goal.
"Terry darling, you're so handsome when your brow is so set and determined." Susan sighs into his chest, impressed by his organizational skills and drive as she admires his comely facial features.
"Do you boys think your lady fans will mind too much that you have significant others now?" Michelle wants to ingrain this fact in their minds beforehand—especially Robin's.
"We just won't tell them." Answering far too quickly, Sayer takes the easy and sneaky way out of the serious issue.
"Good idea." Alex agrees a little too readily for Sayer's taste, her chin defiant up in the air.
"Not a good idea! I don't want all those women thinking my Robin is still…available…and pitching themselves and their virginity at him even more than two years ago, especially now they see how masculine he has matured." She claims her guy for first dibs, hanging tightly on his slim, but deliciously muscular arm and firm chest the jealous Frenchwoman would be the first to enjoy.
"I really don't think you have to worry much about that with yours, Michelle." Alex smirks under her breath at an insulted Robin, his mint eyes flashing lime green at her in anger for a brief moment.
"Amaralexis Sokova!" Michelle rarely stood up to Alex, but this time her ire was up, her hands on her hips as she defends her gorgeous sweetheart.
"Joke, Michelle." Alex holds up her hands innocently, but the wicked look in her eye locked with Robin's was not so apologetic.
"It doesn't matter what they know about our private lives." Terry himself was not so willing to give up his wondrous new status as his divine Susan's 'lover.' "As long as we can continue to sing and act, performing as musicians well in our public personas, I'm sure we will find enough fame to suffice our lifestyle." Terry concludes as Susan smiles up at him adoringly.
"That's acceptable." Michelle agrees, as if she was required to be consulted on the subject. After all, the high strung violinist felt that she owned half of Robin Starr's soul now.
"Can we have front row seats at your first concert?" Interrupting all the drama, Rini asks Tara's whispered question because the shy girl thought it was too bold to inquire in the midst of the adult conversation.
"Of course." Terry smiles fatherly at his "small ladies."
"Yippee!" Rini exclaims, excited to be able to attend the legend she had only been told about before. Or was that after, in the future?
Everyone laughs at the time-tripping child's exuberance over an event that still in the making when suddenly the doorbell rings.
"I'll get it." Susan unwillingly gets up from Terry's warm lap, going to the front door.
"Hi! Hi!" Mina's happy voice sings out, as Susan opens the door.
"Hello, Mina, girls." Susan nods to them pleasantly, as Mina, Lita, Amy and Rei track into the apartment, none of them surprised to see Susan open the door for them. However, some were a tiny bit shocked when she reclaims her spot on Terry's inviting lap when the group enters the living room.
"Ladies, welcome to the Three Lights' new abode. Please have a seat." Terry motions towards the vacant seats on the large wraparound couch.
"How'd you all find us?" From Robin's scratchy voice, you couldn't tell if he was pleased or displeased that they had come. Michelle eyed Mina and Rei—aka 'fangirls'— charily as they swarm around her sexy silver sweetie.
"We stopped by to visit Rini, and Mrs. Hart said she was here with Tara and you guys." Rei explains to the older Sailor Scouts and Three Lights gathered in the posh penthouse apartment living room.
"Oooh! Ritzy!" Mina whistles as she looks around the spacious living room furnished with the finest modern style.
"This is a beautiful apartment." Lita could appreciate such an expensive flat, having her own modest one, and just about making it on her own monthly allowance from the fund her parents had left her with. "I brought a homemade apple pie and some cookies for you guys, as a housewarming present." The generous young ponytailed woman puts the gifts of food on the coffee table.
"Thanks! I love homemade apple pie!" Sayer answers.
"You never even had store-bought apple pie before, Sayer." Like a cold splash of water, Robin comments drolly, he and his brother like oil and water most of the time.
"Well, I always liked the sound of it! And it smells soooo good! Let's fix that, right now!" Adoring the smell of the sweet American treat he'd heard much about in movies, Sayer liked the taste of it even more as greedy fingers break off a nibble of the buttery crust and scoop out some of the sugary cinnamon apple filling that Lita had slaved over to make just right. "YUM-MY! You made this yourself?! This is the BEST APPLE PIE EVER, Lita! You're a great cook!" Sayer exudes gratitude and warmth to the baker's joy, she not minding how the boy had practically ravaged one side of the neatly crafted baked good.
"Thanks. I made it from scratch." She modestly answers him, blushing at the well received accolades.
"What'd ya scratch to make it taste so good?" He winks with a wicked tease and a corny joke shocking turn of phrase. And Sayer Starr was smiling from ear to ear, as his playful fingers scoop up another crumbled morsel of goodness from the decimated pie plate, to Rei's disgust and Lita's wide eyes.
"Sayer! Manners! Forgive him, Miss Mitchell, he—" Terry starts to apologize for his rude sibling, but the kind chef waves him off.
"He shines. And I'm glad my apple pie brings such a bright smile to people when they enjoy it. Don't sweat it, guys. I'm pleased." Slicing a piece of the juicy apple pie fare for Sayer, and Terry (who graciously accepted, nodding in agreement to its good quality) and Robin (who didn't decline, but the high-brow food critic in him was picking at the baked fruit filling with skepticism, until he tasted and couldn't help but give her pie a big thumbs-up), the young girl—who secretly had the ambition to be a sweets baker, master restaurateur, martial artist, as well as excellent florist and now add great wedding planner to her skillful, hardworking ambitions—was beaming from ear to ear at all the praise.
"We're not all moved in yet, but, you girls wanna have a look around the place? It's pretty cool!" Sayer then offers, excited as a school boy as he stuffs his mouth with the remainder of the piece Lita just cut for him.
"Sure!" Mina jumps right up, the rest of the girls falling in line behind her as Sayer gives them the 'grand tour' of the new Three Lights' pad.
"I think he really missed them all." Alex comments to Michelle and Susan with a smile. She found the sweet boyish side, as well as the wild, adult side of Sayer Starr, equally quite appealing.
"Yes. It might be hard to believe but he was a bit of a loner on Janus." Terry was glad to see his brother back to his normal, happy self once again.
"I don't think the silly boy will be lonely anymore. Do you, Amara?" Michelle coyly aims at her friend, trying to get a rise out of her. But Alex merely sighs, knowing Michelle was still smarting from the snide comments before about Robin.
"I'm going to get some air." Alex goes through the sliding glass doors, out into the breezy, dusky sky to be alone with the wind for a while.
"That's a beautiful painting in your room, Robin." Amy compliments as she emerges back into the living room from Sayer's 'tour' after a few minutes.
"It was done by a master artist." Robin squeezes Michelle's arm affectionately, the once untouchable idol's new attitude surprising the girls to say the least.
"Thank you, sir." Michelle giggles demurely, pleased to please her art critic.
"C'mon, if you think the rooms were phenomenal, then you gotta see the view out here!" Sayer continues the hyped tour, throwing open the sliding doors for the four young women.
"Wow!" Reminding her of her time in England, Mina exclaims at the impressive city skyline, which featured the beautiful sunset glowing from behind, with the ocean glimmering in the distance.
"Pretty." Rei, too, says with a dreamy sigh, the sensitive girl impressed with the cool vibes Tokyo's natural beauty was emanating.
"Nice. Huh, Ally?" Sayer speaks quietly to not disturb the windsong sweeping over the soldier of the sky. He had walked out a bit further from the others to lean on the far eastern railing next to Alex, his eyes gazing out at the skyline, as well.
"Very nice." Without even looking at him, her deep voice permeates an adult mood, full of satisfied contentment at having Sayer near. The four Sailor Scouts behind the pair watch the wind flowing about them, through them, the sky surrounding these two passionate fighters in a way they'd never in their wildest imaginings could ever have dreamed they'd see.
Suddenly feeling that they should not be present, Amy signals for the other three to come back in and leave Alex and Sayer alone. But that's when Alex notices their quiet departure.
"Where are you pretty girls off to?" She turns, leaning backwards on the balcony to face them.
"Hey! Are you guys hungry?" Sayer breaks the romantic mood before any of them could answer Alex's original question. "How 'bout pizza?" He offers, hungry himself, even after devouring that big piece of apple pie of Lita's.
"Pizza!" Mina, Lita, and Rei, all throw their hands up into the air at the thought of piping hot (not to mention "free," as they knew Terry always insisted on paying for them all) pizza.
"Guys." Self-conscious Amy folds her hands, wanting to crawl away, at her fellow supposedly 'adult,' eighteen year old girls' immature outbursts. Alex lets out a laugh, knowing what it was like now to have children around, this bright, moody, playful, serious, caring, careless, crazy and at the same time savvy, multi-faceted person from a distant star possessing the ability to be unpredictable.
And that was something the rebellious princess of Uranus found irresistible.
"Come, my kittens. Let's go spring this on "Terry-papa." Alex smiles, knowing that particular Starlight was the one who would be doing all the ordering and paying.
"Terry-papa?!" All four girls (even Amy) exclaim, confused by the paternal suffix attached to the young, intellectual rock star.
"That's what the pipsqueaks are calling him. Don't ask me." Alex shrugs, placing her long arms around Mina, Amy, Lita and Rei's shoulders, leading them all back into the high-rise apartment.
Six empty pizza boxes later, card games, video games and stories of the past two years' events on their separate worlds, the gang finds themselves just hanging out together and enjoying it as teenagers and young people should.
"We've really missed you three. Life's been so dull here without you." Mina coos, snuggling up on the couch to Robin playfully, as Michelle makes a sour face towards the blonde bombshell as a result.
"Yeah, it's great being here again." Sayer grins, his fondness already for this earth was growing with each passing day, with his eyes on this golden wildflower who meets them with a knowing smile.
"Wonderful, in fact..." Terry adds, a dreamy texture to his sexy voice as he pulls a contented Susan closer to his chest.
"And you're going to sing again? That's so exciting!" Lita says pleasantly, tickling Diana's little head, since the grey kitten, Luna and Artemis had joined them later on during the day.
"You three are really not returning to your home world, then?" Luna asks, always the responsible one, thought secretly pleased that Robin would be around again.
"It wasn't really our home world, and the Princess did give us leave. In reflection, I think she knew we weren't coming back." Robin looks out the glass window towards the shining stars, still feeling her presence overlooking them, her sweet fragrance which would always be embedded in their souls. Michelle senses a sadness suddenly, how he missed Fireball and she squeezes his hand tenderly, causing Robin once again to realize why he returned to this planet—and how destiny had decided for him to stay.
"Mother always told me of your concerts. May I come too, sirs?" Diana's little voice squeaks.
"When we're going to have one, certainly, little kitten. You will be first to receive backstage passes." Robin strokes her head, knowing how to make a cat purr at his touch, and thinking how much she resembled Luna. Artemis puffs up with pride at any compliment given to his child.
"It's very kind of you to give us all front row seats when it happens." Amy thanks Terry politely for his kind offer earlier.
"Not at all. You're all very dear friends." Terry answers in kind.
"Remember that time Serena got on the bus and missed the first Three Lights concert we attended?!" Mina laughs at the recollection of the thrilling first time they saw the Three Lights on stage.
"Stupid Serena." Rei interjects, always ready to beat up on her best friend.
"Who could forget that night?" Alex rubs it in Sayer's face, the first time they had met was quite memorable too, though not an entirely pleasant experience. Sayer grins at her guiltily, with Michelle chuckling cattily behind her knuckle.
"Why? What?" Robin asks curiously, no one had ever mentioned anything about all the ins and outs of that night to him. He only recalling how Michelle Moreau's joint violin concert night had sent his deep senses reeling back then and he couldn't help but present her with his yellow rose.
"Nothing important, Robin dear." Michelle plays with his long silver ponytail.
"I wonder how Serena's doing on her honeymoon." Lita comments, a wistful expression on her face, having no idea the can of worms she had just opened.
"Hot, hot, hot! I'd hope." Sayer opens a can of worms.
"You would, Wolf." Alex tosses her bangs back, her voice bordering on venomous.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Sayer leans forward to look in her face.
"You know what I mean, Starr." Alex now lets her annoyance show for all to see, avoiding his eyes.
"Oh, do I, Sokova?" Sayer was just itching for a fight, not backing down it seemed.
Blink. Blink. Blink. Blink.
Everyone watches the argument on the verge of explosion. The angry barbs passing back and forth between the strangest of strange couples was becoming quite heated, until the girls, finding the pairing quite hilarious, burst out in raucous laughter. Sayer and Alex stop in mid argument, now their turn to blink at the girls laughing at them.
"You guys are too funny!" Lita exclaims, chuckling as she clears up her now empty pie plate.
"I don't know how you two will ever put up with each other." Rei smirks at the thought of them ever having a civil conversation, let alone anything else close to a relationship.
"It's been fun being with all of you." Amy giggles sweetly, her hand covering her mouth.
"Yeah. Let's get together again tomorrow. Everyone's out from school on summer break now! Time to hang with friends and party!" Mina lived for summer break, and parties were her specialty.
"That sounds nice. Why don't we all drive up to the beach on the coast together? It will be good in the especially warm weather I heard reports of this weekend." Terry offers.
"The beach!?" Mina, Lita, Rei and Rini all scream at once, making Mr. Harding, who was passing out in the hall, wring his snooty hands.
"Settled then?" Terry always managed these things well, and the girls nod back excitedly. "We'll meet you there around 11AM. All right?"
Deliriously happy, anticipating tomorrow's fun with the Three Lights!, Lita, Mina, Rei, Amy, Rini and the cats, soon exit to prepare their new summer swimwear, leaving the four Outer Soldiers and the three Starlights, left in the new penthouse apartment.
Susan and Tara clean up as Michelle feigns she's about to leave herself, waiting for Robin to kiss her 'good night.'
"I'm going to miss you terribly at my mansion tonight, Robin dearest." The aqua maiden sighs, sadly forlorn, as she hangs on his stylish sleeve, stroking him like a little girl who was about to lose her beloved kitten.
'This is your mansion now, too, Michelle. So you'll never have to be lonely, wherever you are. And neither will I ever be.' One hand motioning to his cranium with a smile, Robin's softest psychic voice murmurs back as his soul caresses hers in that intimate way between them which held no limits of distance or space.
"You have such excellent taste, Mademoiselle Moreau. I think I can enjoy sleeping here now, thanks to you..." With spoken words filled with double meaning, Robin obliges her needs capably, to Michelle's utter delight. He tenderly kisses the sadness from Michelle's pouty face at the same time his mind properly thanks her for her gift, now present here in his room, of the artist's personal collection gallery artwork, with ample petting of the lovely ingénue's many talents.
This takes place all while a tearful Susan and smiling Terry very romantically, though more quietly part with their passionate lips as well, inside the foyer of the new Three Lights' penthouse flat, as Tara, at peace with her heart that was glad for them, watches and waits patiently for Susan, her cherished Sailor partner.
Sayer and Alex eye each other warily at this point, their fight from before still unresolved. But looking into his eyes—his dangerous, intoxicating eyes filled with the stars—Alex couldn't help but smile at what Rei had said earlier. "How am I going to put up with you, you pain in the neck?" Alex shakes her head as she walks out the door, then pauses as Sayer taps her on the shoulder with a whistle wolf call.
"Funny. I was going to ask you the same thing." Sayer says devilishly back, the ill feelings of jealousy melting away as he leans his arm over her in the hallway. "Thanks for getting us moved in here. I'll try not to be a pain…" Sayer whispers on the nape of Alex's titillated neck.
Peering about to investigate what all the late night ruckus was in the hallway, Harding, the landlord, not wanting to be accused of spying, ducks behind a tall plant as he watches the wild looking pair he had met earlier, do what he was sure all teenagers these days do.
Necking in an open doorway in such a dignified establishment for all to see! Shocking! And at this time of night too! How vulgar!
He had to pull his glued eyes away to glance down at his watch, clicking his tongue at the newly renting rock stars' first chalked down infraction he would have to take up with the other Mr. Starr who had signed the contract to this exclusive apartment.
How unsatisfactory.
But Sayer and Alex both felt quite the contrary.