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"SAILOR MOON ETERNAL"
The 6th Season of the Sailor Moon Saga
"Sailor Moon Special : Sun, Sand and Sea! Three Lights Rock the Beach"
Chapter 20
"I Want to Hold Your Hand"
"Hey, Sokova! Can't your bucket go any faster!?" Sayer Starr was reveling in the speed of his new found friend, the jet ski, as, with no roads nor gravitational pull to hold him back, and the whole wide ocean his playground, Sayer taunts his racing competitor over the whirring sound of the motor.
"Faster?!" The soldier of speed in Alex, insulted, shouts across her jet skis sideboard, only a meter or two behind the mad racer in front of her. "You haven't seen anything yet, Starr!" She was just about to step on the gas when she hears him call back.
"I know I haven't! When are you going to ditch that oversized shirt of yours, and reveal all?!" He was dying all afternoon to see the rest of her only teased of swimsuit hiding somewhere beneath that men's shirt she still wore.
Alex couldn't help but smirk back at him across the splashing waves where Sayer's navy ponytail flapped wildly in the wind, whipping at her speedy jet ski's frame beside his from time to time. In stark comparison to Alex's still obscured chest area, the always hot—in every sense of the word—member of the Three Lights own signature color red shirt had already been long since discarded into the sea, leaving his ample six-pack abs and tight, well-formed pecs on self-satisfied, open display.
You make a very good looking man in very good shape, Alex thinks approvingly of his slim, yet muscular physique in those tight, steel blue shorts as she pulls her jet-ski parallel to his.
"I'll take it off…" She calls over the waves as, while driving with her left hand, Alex's right undoes one of the few remaining buttons at the waist section of her white shirt purposefully slow.
Sayer's thrilled eyes watch Alex start to tantalizingly undress before him, drooling like a wolf as he revs up more than his water ski's motor. His eyes were glued to Alex's toned abdomen of her bared skin torso being displayed one button at a time temptingly in a strip tease, and not the path of his jet ski.
"But only if you can catch me!" Playfully toying with the last remaining crucial button holding her shirt on, Alex taunts, yanking a veered left to cut his inattentive jet ski off at the pass. She flies like the wind ahead of her fellow racer, kicking up sea foam in her wake.
"No fair! U!? I'm gonna catch you now, for sure!" Sayer slams his foot down to the vehicle, kicking it into gut-wrenching high gear speed, determined to catch his prize now more than ever.
The pounding wind, the spray of ocean waters on her face, and the exhilaration of a good race with a worthy opponent (and this Star Soldier was a very worthy opponent), Alex could hear Sayer's running motor close at her heels.
Her jet ski at full velocity power already, Alex was shocked to find her machine soon being jack-knifed rammed from behind.
"Hey! These are only rented, you fool!" She yells back at him, and then smashes her own 'rented' jet ski to make a direct hit right back into his.
"Get ready to take that shirt all the way off, Ally!" Sayer's strident voice was filled with cocksure confidence as he again bashes her craft like a bumper car, maneuvering it towards a deserted cove along the small spit of the shore.
SM-AA-SSHH!
Both skis skid wildly on shore to a grinding halt. The merry chase over the waves may have been over, but the even merrier one on land had just begun as Alex dismounts her ski in a flash, she out and running on the beach before they even fully stop, as a burning melody starts to pound across her consciousness.
Got a feeling you're the one now. My heart's beating for you stronger!
Sprinting after her, sure he could hear the wind laughing at him, and knowing her unmatchable speed well, Sayer does a very ungentlemanly thing. He, with great effort—and a little cheating star energy—manages to get within a few feet of professional runner Alex. Then, the crazy dark-haired teen, chock full of adrenaline, lunges forward his well-exercised body to grab his target by her two ankles, knocking both of them flat to the baking sand ground.
Sand flying through the air, Sayer and Alex become a tangled mess of arms and legs as they struggle, tumbling and tussling over and over in the hot sand, until Sayer finally ends up on top in the violent scuffle.
Every day I'm dreaming of you. What's a girl in love to do, huh?
Strangely winded, Alex Sokova just stares up into his intoxicatingly serious, dark blue eyes for a paralyzed millisecond. But rather than fending off another round of his fondling 'attack' on that last button of her shirt, she was instead surprised by Sayer's powerful kiss smothering her lips, quite unexpected after such a brawling thrash about.
Got emotions that are real and growin,' can't seem to keep 'em from a-showin!
The burning sand beneath her, the crashing waves ring in Alex's pulsating ears. Sayer Starr's rich scent of succulent strawberry and gardenia cologne, with the fresh salt sea air all mingle into one as the wind resonates music through Alex Sokova's normally well attuned, now rocked senses.
Just want to shout out to the sky: 'Please be mine!'
All at once, everything—and everyone else—on the distant beach suddenly disappears from sight, like a sea foam carried breeze over the roaring tide of her spontaneous desires.
I want someone to love! To give my everything! I just want to be with you, be with you, baby!
Uranus' heart pounds in her chest, lasers playing a steel blue drumming lightshow across her mind making her more lightheaded, as Alex wildly encourages the intensifying kiss to linger. This star man's electrifying laser touch shooting right through her body was so desirable in a way this independent female never would have imagined before.
Her strong grip and animal instincts pull his tight, lean form down to hers with a runner's muscular long legs wrapping around, suddenly wanting—needing—this person more than the air she was breathing.
'Cause if I had your love, I'd have everything! I just want to be with you, be with you, baby…Yeah! Yeah…
Their longest and most fierce kiss ever to date, Sayer was about to pull back, their fun cat and wolf tease long over, when he feels Alex's tensed body relax in his zealous arms, her hot breath in his mouth gasping invitingly for him to keep coming. And every yearning tendon in his young male physiology sensed she did not want this growing unleashed passion between them to end, every bit as much as he didn't.
Couldn't now be any clearer! All I want is for you to be nearer!
And more amazingly, her body language practically screamed she wanted him right now to give her everything that had been sizzling between these two antagonistic fighters for years.
Closer to the heart that beats for you—
But that's just when suddenly Alex feels Sayer's hot kisses subsiding, as he slowly pulls away from her lustrous, perspiring body. This Fighter's energized, powerful hands—which had finally revealed her taunted bikini by tearing that last button veiling it off, along with some shredded white shirt fabric in the process—the last to let go of her willing torso. Sayer's hungering fingers slide over the smooth, waterproof titanium plating over her butter yellow bikini that would soon have found this Starlight soldier's touch irresistible…
Don't you know that I want, want, WANT you?
Lying there in nothing but her exposed bikini and bottoms, disheveled and breathing heavy in the cooking sand with the sea wind whistling raw emotion through her, Alex's exhilarated eyes intensely stare up at him in eager anticipation…
But Sayer's pensive eyes abruptly break the gaze, looking away to avoid hers, as he repositions his youthful male body to move from atop her and plop to the side, sitting up in the sand.
I do want you, Ally. More than you can ever know. But…I don't want you to think that's all I want. Are you testing me? As tempting as you are today…how easy it would be…it's not all I want, really! Now that I've found you, I want us to be so much more. But how can I tell you what I feel? It'll just sound stupid to someone as impressive and cool and dazzling as you are... Sayer's thoughts were filled with torment, as he peers at Alex, for once not knowing what to say, not knowing what to do, versus what he desperately wanted to express to this incredible Sailor Soldier.
But the scared, little clingy part inside of this wandering star did not want to ruin what had only just begun between them.
Uncertainty. I can see it in his eyes. Next time—if there is a next time, I have to know what you're thinking first. I have to know if you really are the one worth the price of my all. Alex looks deep into his troubled eyes. What sweet, gorgeous, starry eyes. I let myself be vulnerable just then, and you didn't take advantage of my moment of weakness… Maybe that's a sign in itself. I don't know. I don't understand anything. Not you, not me, not anything—except this crazy feeling still inside whenever you're around.
All I know is what I feel...and I think I want to try to unravel this wild mystery with you…Starr…if you're still willing to try with me…
Smiling to herself after their mutual silence, Alex sits up, lightly touching his sinewy arm.
"Obviously, you were dying for a sneak peek of this so much you apparently decimated my clothing…So, what do you think?" Her voice back to normal, the shapely golden blonde shows off her previously hidden, two piece low 'v' dipping, yellow bikini bottoms, and matching butter yellow bikini top, which most intriguingly featured a silver titanium plating molded over her bust, water resistant (and any other unwanted force resistant, too) armored swimsuit.
Shining in the sun, it was 'magically' uncovered when she wasn't even aware during their rough scuffle as Alex displays her fulsome form to her best advantage, now kneeling up in the sand beside him, in an attempt to recapture his spirit and zest from before.
"Ally…" Sayer bites his lip, about to attempt to explain himself, the words of his true feelings never came easily to this Fighter, but Alex puts a hand over his lips, stopping him.
"The checkered flag is yours. You won it fair and square, Starr." A professional competitor through and through, Alex scoops up from the sand to wave her ripped off shirt's tattered pieces like the winning flag aforementioned before Sayer's staggered, confused gaze.
Listen now to what I'm saying! Cause this ain't a game I'm playing!
"We'll figure it out." She says determinedly, looking direct into his eyes as she ties the shirttails of her torn blouse to create a stylish midriff, more cool and improved now anyway. "Let's just enjoy the ride along the way, for all the bumps and bruises we inflict on one another." Rhythmically tapping her hard, but malleably rigid, titanium metal bust plate with the navy blue bead choker she had been wearing (also found mysteriously half buried in the sand at his ankles) Alex clasps the large dark blue bead necklace tight around Sayer's wiry neck as the prize winning trophy, per se.
You may think other girls are fine, but boy, I'm gonna make you mine!
"Gee…ungh…thanks…cough" Sayer hacks a bit at his award choker, pulling at the snug piece of jewelry Alex had snapped around his skinny neck as he chokes lightly.
Start thinking in a new direction! You and I would be a total perfection!
"When the time is right, the wind and the sky we're both part of will align, if it's meant to be." With deep voiced wisdom beyond her years, the golden blonde speaks philosophically—and in prose, too, the enjoyably garnered bruises a real thing—as she laughs at him choking until a few of his tugs loosen the elastic cord stringing the beads.
The cool side now to affection—here ya go!
But in between now and an unknown then, the guardian of Uranus did not wish her equal contender of a Starlight soldier to ever lose his schoolboy charm she was suddenly finding more alluring than annoying.
I want someone to love. To be my everything!
"Looks better on you than me, anyway. Brings out the color of your pretty eyes." Alex teases with a tender fingering of her donated deep dark blue beadery at Sayer's gulping Adam's apple, her digit traveling up to the victorious recipient's 3 o'clock shadow stubbled chin.
I just want to be with you, be with you, baby, baby!
His eyes still a mixture of shame and perplexity, Alex decides to do something to make always jovial Sayer Starr laugh again. Enigmatically grabbing a handful of sand up from the beach as she rises, the golden-haired racer walks a step behind the dark pony-tailed singer as he stands to his feet.
I want someone to love…someone to be my only love…
As she watches his curled navy blue hair and long tail scatter in the wind, the ocean breeze washes over, surrounding the both of them in a mystifying way the soldier of it could not deny.
I want someone to be my only love…
I understand it is peacetime, largely thanks to him and his fellow Starlights. But am I—as a Sailor Guardian—ready for a relationship this intense with anyone? The sun's heat must've melted my brain…and this star's laser touch has seared my heart…
I want someone to be my only love~ove~ove…
"We'd better be getting back." Taking in a deep breath that puts her wild RPM racing heart in neutral again, Alex speaks casually, her voice as cool as a cucumber as she heads them towards the pair of discarded jet skis 'parked' at the ocean edge. That's when she suddenly turns, yanking the front of his pale steel blue shorts forward to drop the whole handful of sand she had been harboring in her flexing fist down them.
"HEY!" Sayer yelps at the unbelievable thing she just did, his spirits lifting because hers were, too. Sayer leans down—after relieving himself of the unwanted, coarse and scratchy baggage—scooping up some more sand in both of his hands.
"And what are you going to do with that, Starr?" Alex asks suspiciously, backing away from the evil look in his eye.
"What do you think I'm going to do, Sokova? Let's see how armored those are!" Sayer's voice innocent, his fast hands make a dive for both cups of her silver metal plated bikini as Alex takes off, the chase on again, teasing laughter returning to the well-matched pair of love and war duelists.
Back on the bustling beachfront, a dripping wet Terry turns to his poor, drenched and long hair flattened Susan, who was staring down at her splashed form in delayed shock.
"Forgive my brother, my lady. He can be trying." Terry scans for Sayer's speeding contraption, but it vanished into the air, leaving only the gorgeous rippling waves of the ocean in his view. "But since you are wet already…" He playfully starts to drag a surprised Susan towards the inviting cool water.
"No, Terry, I don't want to go in the water—" She tries to squirm from his firm grip, which Terry believed only to be the natural delicacy inclination of a female's privileged playful prerogative and proclivity usually practiced by the fairer sex.
"Come, it's beautiful out there in the water. You mustn't miss this chance to show off that swimsuit, my lovely one." Almost at the shore's edge, Terry lifts a reluctant Susan up in his arms as she struggles. Her magenta eyes widen as the rushing ocean currents reach Terry's long legs up to his thighs. "Ready?" Terry, unaware of the source of her real unwillingness, was about to release Susan—albeit gently—into the deep water.
"Terry, NOOOOO!" Susan suddenly screeches him to a halt, burying her face in his broad, bare chest.
"Susan, what?" He asks in concern, gazing down into her face questioningly, worried something was terribly wrong from her fearful cry.
"I—I can't swim." She doesn't meet his eyes, still clinging to his chest, flushing with utter embarrassment. How foolish he must think me. A grown woman not knowing what even the smallest child can do. But being the resident of Time's doorway all these years, swimming never seemed a necessity to learn.
"Susan, darling." Terry lifts her chin to look into her fearful eyes. "That's nothing to be embarrassed about. At no fault of their own, many people don't know how, well into their maturity, if no one ever taught them. I can teach you right now if you'd like." He smiles sweetly, always so understanding.
"Then, you're not ashamed of me?" Susan's eyes gaze up timidly at the handsome of face and muscularly well-built of body young man.
"Why would I ever be ashamed, my darling?" Terry squeezes her, the surf gently washing over her legs as he slowly lowers her into the water. "It's simple, really. It just takes a little bit of confidence in yourself and a little trust in me." He holds onto her arms as Susan feels the cool, yet comfortable water rush around her body.
"All right." Susan whispers trustingly, as she lets herself let go of his manly neck. Her only lifeline now was his strong hands, gripping her around her slim waist.
"All right?" He asks, looking down into her face. How cute you can be at the same time as beautiful. He smiles, her eyes tightly squinted and her fists clenched, he can even feel her body trembling. "Trust me." His deep voice whispers low in her ear. The soft spoken words, the tender touch of his hands gave Susan the confidence she needed, making her feel as calm as the crystal clear waves that sweep over her, and she no longer felt afraid.
There's nothing I fear when I'm with you. Susan smiles, listening intently to Terry's instructions. I trust you. I trust you completely…my lord. She smiles adoringly at her patient, comely swimming instructor.
A short distance away, back to building a "Sand Sammy" on the shore, Rini watches her "Terry-papa" patiently teach "Puu" how to swim, looking like he was quite enjoying the experience himself, too, from the smile on his face.
"It's nice to see how they first—" Rini cuts herself off, realizing this was not "her" Tara from the future beside her, but her Tara from the past, to whom she should not reveal any future secrets.
"Yes, it is nice." Tara smiles blissfully at them, reconciled with herself that all was well again.
Sammy, lying beneath them, takes Tara's admiring look at Terry to mean something else he'd been suspicious of the past few days. The half buried, honey hair colored boy makes an envious, sour face.
"RiRi!" RiRi plops a shovel full of wet sand on his head.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Just then, Mina comes shrilly screaming up, Ken trailing right behind her, loaded down with bags of popcorn and cotton candy.
"What is it, Mina?" Rini asks, jumping up. Lita, Rei, Amy and the rest of their gang come to see what all the commotion was about.
"They're going to hold a karaoke singing contest here in a few minutes! Whoever wins gets all rides free for two, on the boardwalk! I'm gonna win!" Eyes wide and wild under her orange baseball cap, Mina pronounces this important info to the world loudly.
"Karaoke contest? Sounds interesting." Overhearing Mina's excitement, (who didn't?) Michelle and Robin had just returned from their scuba diving excursion and were now back in their original swimwear, as they saunter up to the group.
"You going to have a go, Michelle?" Alex's low voice asks amusingly, seeing that certain sparkle in Michelle's eyes as the taller woman and Sayer join the growing crowd.
"Maybe, Amara." Michelle was sensing her best friend and soulmate had already been 'singing' a love duet of her own, from the still present scent of Sayer's cologne mixed with an ample dose of testosterone all over her usually non-tactile partner who was now sporting a more openly feminine, torn fashion modification. "Since I have the perfect type of motivation right here." With raised brow eyes that said 'I know what you've been up to, so don't judge me,' the Frenchwoman then turns her lowered eyelids to Robin, who blushes beneath those chic sunglasses of his under everyone's watchful gaze when Michelle brazenly tickles his chin.
"ALL ENTRANTS FOR THE 'BEACH BUM' KARAOKE CONTEST, PLEASE COME AND CHOOSE A TUNE NOW!" An announcer's voice blows over a loud speaker.
"All right! Let's go!" Mina was first to take off at the speed of orangey light, everyone else interested trailing behind her.
"Yes. Shall we, Robin?" Michelle smiles beamingly at her attractive beau, seizing his hand as she drags him towards the makeshift stage at the center of the beach.
"This is going to be interesting." Alex smirks, knowing when Michelle had "that way" about her. Add 'competition' to the fray and 'frightening' wouldn't be a strong enough word to describe the elegant mermaid.
"You think so, Ally?" Sayer asks as he stuffs some pink cotton candy he had been offered by another pretty girl (who was offering other sweet things too, but he wasn't buying anything 'not titanium plated, this trip') down his gullet. He could not imagine that there could be anything more interesting left in the world after his delightful afternoon romp together with his unpredictable Alex.
Alex herself watches like a hawk how Michelle chose a certain song from the promoter's list, with secretive glee aimed at Robin in her mischievously smiling face.
"More like positively frightening." Knowing her destined Sailor partner well enough to know what the child of Neptune was planning by now, Alex delayed replies to Sayer, both looking with curious glances in Michelle's dynamic direction.
"I wanna be a star! Star! Star! I wanna have my name up in lights…"
"I wanna be a star, star, Star! I'm gonna blaze across the sky like a meteorite!"
Assertive Mina proudly struts her stuff while she sang and danced of her cherished dream to be an idol, the crowd roaring at the end of her contagious ditty. By far, of all the 'Beach Bum' entrants, she gave the most rip-roaring, star-stuck performance as Mina waves to her adoring 'fans' while descending the stairs of the stage to Ken's smilingly approving clap.
From the crowd's applause level rating factor lighting up close to the highest score like a Christmas tree, Mina was sure she had this contest in the bag, leaving only one entrant left to sing.
"Wish me luck, Robin, dearest." Michelle sweetly coos to him as she finishes drying her curls with a towel she hands him after their scuba adventure earlier.
"You're too talented to need luck, Michelle." Robin compliments, squeezing her hand as he escorts her up the stage's makeshift steps.
"'Break a leg,' but not too many hearts." He mentally projects the age-old thespian phrase with a clever adage of his own. Though he was unsure if this was a proper venue for his dignified classical artiste, with all the low-life of trashy females—and shameless males, for that matter milling about—all displaying way too much bared skin in order to gain more applause points for appeal than talent, the critic in Robin wanted to please her, so he said nothing of it.
Especially my heart… The little jealous green eyed monster in him suddenly ponders of his well-bred sophisticate when Michelle quite kittenishly lowers upon her shoulders the filmy peach chiffon shawl which had been obscuring her rather daring, sides-cut-out, partial breast exposed, high-thigh, hip uncovered, two-toned aqua and sea green bathing suit which had been fascinating him all afternoon.
Everyone (particularly those of the male persuasion) watches with baited breath for the last performance to commence, as the shapely in-all-the-right-places young lady begins to trot to and fro quite coquettishly on the shoreline stage which had an ocean backdrop, quite fitting for the Soldier of the warm waters.
Engaging performer Michelle Moreau courts the audience with her enchanting eyes, giggles demurely like a scintillating seductress, and flirtatiously fluffs back her slightly wet, but still charmingly curled coif as she awaits her song to start.
Suddenly loud music fills the area as the karaoke of the old Beatles' song, "I Want to Hold Your Hand" begins to play, but with an upbeat, more modern arrangement. Michelle begins to sing and dance with her long shapely legs and flowing chiffon stole like a real life seductive siren stepped out from the sea, quite provocatively in fact, causing a mortified Robin to close his eyes in utter disbelief.
Not my elegant, classy, refined Michelle. He tries to keep the dissatisfied thought to himself so she wouldn't overhear and was successful, for his psychic partner's focus was elsewhere. This isn't REALLY happening. It's just a dream. A very bad dream. Pulling his dark sunglasses over his eyes in humiliation, Robin holds his head as the frolicsome Frenchwoman flaunts her frisky feminine flirtations on stage for the whole world to see.
"Oh yeah I…tell you something. I think you'll understand…When I say that something…I want hold your hand!"
But as her silky voice belted out the catchy lyrics in musically trained key, Michelle's unwavering gaze was entirely focused on singing directly to Robin.
"I want to hold your ha-an-nd! I want to hold your hand!" The fervent songstress extends her one delicate hand out to point him out of the crowd, as if the silver ponytailed young man was her one and only audience.
So much so, it finally prompted everyone to turn their eyes upon him as well, to see who this pretty, entrancing girl singer was so thoroughly enthralled with. As all gazes rest on him, Robin feels a cold sweat on his brow and slides down to look inconspicuous. Hiding behind his cool shades, Robin hears Sayer's taunting laughter behind him. "You stay out of this, Sayer." His hissing voice was even more husky and nasty than usual as total embarrassment creeps in.
But his naughty youngest brother could not resist.
"Gee, Rob. Your face is all red." Sayer chortles sadistically, poking a scowling Robin in the ideal male model quality ribcage.
"Seems as though he's ashamed of something…or someone." Alex adds, a little threateningly with pitched brows at anyone who dared offend her Michelle. Particularly some person already on tenterhooks, barely allowed to even be involved with the other half of her heart and having the gall to dissatisfy that precious pure heart in any way.
Immediately Robin could imagine Michelle's hurt face in his mind, (not to mention her wrath, which could be fearsome at times) so he straightens up and pretends to enjoy the show, just as Michelle sings:
"Ohh, please…say to me, you wanna be my man…"
Blowing him an ardent kiss, the mesmerizing mermaid tosses her airy wrap at him, which flutters down upon his head, making everyone laugh at the adorable bewilderment obvious on his staggered features.
Ignoring their mirth and his discomfort at this embarrassing predicament, Robin looks up to the stage at Michelle who was singing to him, for him, with all her heart. And all at once it occurred to him how silly he was to think her foolish or undignified.
"And please…say to me…You'll let me hold your hand!" Michelle cries out in her flawless coloratura soprano with as much honest emotion in her soul as her hand beseechingly reaches out across the audience to Robin.
"Now let me hold your hand!"
She was simply showing how much she cared for him—and she begged the world to know how much she had come to love him, so completely without reserve.
"I want to hold your hand!"
Immediately this Star Healer felt ashamed of his heartfelt error as he gazed upon the unsurpassable beauty of body, mind and soul scampering and swaying across that bright stage, just for him. And to prove that he was worthy of her warm embrace, Robin Starr raises the sunglasses up on his no longer shamed head proudly, his mint green eyes aglow with delight at his chosen soulmate who had called for his lonely soul to hold her hand in the light of destiny.
Or did his soul call out for Michelle first to hold his hand in the dark of night?
To Alex and Sayer's shock, the silk shirted young man, in one bound, magnificently leaps onstage to land right before the stunned songstress. He falls to his knee in penitence for his ill thoughts and errant behavior, and kisses her extended hand extremely romantically as she beams with delight at his appearance. Elated inside and out, Michelle continues the next line of the British phenomenon hit's lyric with even more pizzazz in her stunning voiced delivery than before.
"And when I touch you I feel happy...inside
It's such a feeling that my love
I can't hide...I can't hide...I can't hide!"
The 'Fab Four' of the 1960s could never have dreamt that their peppy, feel-good love song would have been so poignant for a pair of deep-souled, star-crossed lovers, decades and light years later. But Michelle's dream was now Robin's too, and vice versa, their fates forever entwined.
Michelle's hand still firmly squeezed in his, Robin not only stands to his feet and swirls his mermaid around the stage in an impromptu little waltz, but his teen idol's even more developed, mature voice adds harmonized backup to his leading lady's next refrain:
"Yeah...Yeah...Yeah!"
"Yeah you...got that something
I think you'll understand
When I...say that something
I want to hold your hand...!
I want to hold your hand
I want to hold your hand!"
Displaying Michelle's hand linked with entwined fingers in his as he raises them both to the blue sky of the seashore in songful symbolism and with true love, Robin gazes into the empathic young woman's pleased eyes deeply before the sleek man from the stars just as smoothly makes a leapt exit stage right.
"I will always hold your hand, Michelle. For you have always been holding mine. True love and soul mates for a lifetime in destiny, right?" In reference to together witnessing the stirring seahorse dance before, Robin whispers psychically across the astral plane to Michelle, bringing tears of joy to her crystal blue orbs at his sweet sentimentality that was as rare as it was beautiful.
"And when I touch you I feel happy...inside
It's such a feeling that my love
I can't hide...I can't hide...I can't hide!
Yeah...Yeah...Yeah!
Oh Please...say to me
You want to be my man!
And please...say to me
You'll let me hold your hand
Now let me hold your hand
I want to hold your hand!"
And the idea that her Robin wanted to hold her hand just as much throughout their lives, and be part of her secret world forever, made Michelle practically start drooling. Her heart melted into a puddle then impulsively comes up with some modern Three Lights-like techno-pop styling of her own, aimed direct to tickle his senses in a seductive splash edge at her gorgeous silver stud's heart freely open to hers.
"Wanna hold your hand wanna hold your hand wanna hold your hand, boy!
Wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wanna! Wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wanna!"
"Want to hold your hand, boy!"
With more gusto than ever, Michelle's encouraged song was filled with pure emotion and inspired motivation as she launches into the final verses with all the enthusiasm of a woman desperately in love who knew for certain her man felt the same way.
"Oh yeah I...tell you something
I think you'll understand
When I...say that something
I want to hold your hand...! I want to hold your hand
I want to hold your hand!"
"I want to hold your hand...I want to hold your hand...I want to hold your haa~aaa~and!"
When Michelle finishes her song which inspired her lover to accede to its prime directive on so many levels, Robin metaphysically holds the hand of her heart and soul and body too when he returns her chiffon peach wrap to her shoulders from where he left it with Alex to keep safe. Then the unashamed idol takes his breathless, splendid performer in his arms, publicly kissing a blissfully swooning Michelle in full-throated gratitude.
And the once aloof, unsociable, introverted young man meant it with all his heart, as those who knew this elegant pair best stand dumbfounded with their mouths hanging open at the sight.
At the approving whistles and roaring applause that drove the lighted gauge of applause points earned in an off the scale pinnacle for Michelle's stunning performance, Robin gestures to her for all the credit, he holding her hand as the musical artiste, minus her violin for once, bows graciously to the crowd.
Mina, though usually a sore loser, especially to snooty Miss Perfect Michelle, was moved by the fact she did sing it for Robin and their inspiring new love story, as Mina still had a bit of a soft spot for her "favorite" idol herself.
The blonde bombshell even claps joyfully as the promoter hands Michelle a little souvenir trophy and the two all-rides-free passes to the boardwalk (as if the heiress and teen idol needed free passes).
Everyone's overwhelming applause proved that Michelle was far above and beyond the winner of the contest with her genuine warmth and spunky song attitude, sung with a style all her own displayed for the man she had fallen in love with, who reciprocated her love which made this now romantic drama live show even more thrilling.
Robin, his embarrassment thoroughly washed away by the waves of Michelle's affections, smiles a sweet smile at her, with the pair looking so completely in love to all those attending as they leave the stage to enjoy her well-earned winnings.
But Michelle knew all along that her real prize was holding her hand already, as they simply opt to take a stroll along the seaside of the scenic boardwalk together, hand in hand the whole time.
The boardwalk was indeed scenic this time of year, it being its busiest season, so it was jam-packed. There were endless lines on every ride, yet Mina was determined to do all of them, it was just a matter of patience—especially since Michelle had generously donated her winning prize all-free-pass tickets to a certain runner up, after Robin preferred a placid stroll alone with his sensational, sensitive, singing siren along the seashore.
And when patience failed, pushing yourself ahead of the crowd would do just as nicely. Mild mannered gent Ken was sticking with her, becoming more and more impressed by Mina's vibrant, indomitable spirit through it all, too.
As Lita, Andrew and Lizzie hit the roller coaster scene together; Rei walks by complaining as she makes Chad carry all her shopping bags from souvenir shop to souvenir shop. Amy and Greg go boating through the tunnel of love (ooh, ooh) as Sayer and Alex (at Sayer's insistence, of course) go busting through the bumper cars with vigor upon the forced-to-come-along-for-the-ride Michelle and Robin. Rini and her little sister visit every child's candy land dream, a simple "ball" game even RiRi could accomplish where candy rained from the skies, as Susan and Terry dutifully watch over them. Tara and Sammy don't participate in most of the "silly" kiddie rides (after all, they were WAY too old for such things at thirteen) but they trail Susan, Terry and the children, anyway.
While Rini was guiding RiRi through a sliding board maze, Terry proves his strength yet again (at Susan's request) on the gong meter. Using only one arm; he easily sends the gauge flying straight to the top.
DING!
Susan hangs on his arm, adoring her strong man. Running up to prove himself, Sammy spits on his hands, taking the mallet, determined to prove he was just as tough as that tall guy to Tara.
BANG!
The young teen slams the hammer down hard as he could. Looking up hopefully, the gauge goes up, up, then down, down—chalking in only as far as just below the halfway mark.
"This thing's rigged!" Sammy tries to cover his shame, with his cheeks flashing bright red, making Tara giggle.
"I don't think I could even lift that big mallet." She tries to make him feel not so bad.
"Yeah. It's too heavy for a girl." Sammy lifts it up high, showing off, almost knocking Mina's brains out as she goes by, her bright orange hat not so fortunate.
"Hey! Watch it, you little spore!" Mina tosses back at him as she pulls Ken off to the ice cream stand for the third time this hot hot hot day after the soft-spoken young man retrieves her smacked down baseball cap with an appeasing dusting.
Outside the gate of the bumper car ride…
"Want some ice cream, Ally?" Sayer spots the stand, too, his overheated, sugar-craving mouth watering.
"No, thanks. Watching you make a mess with one is enough for me." Alex teases with a shake of her head. Then she scans the bustling crowd for Michelle, who had somehow disappeared with the shrimp, as soon as they dizzily disembarked from their bumper cars.
"You mind if I get some, anyway?" Sayer turns to her before racing off to the ice cream vendor.
"As if I had any say in the matter. Go get your sweet treat, little boy. I'll be looking for Michelle." Alex rolls her eyes at him, vexed that she couldn't locate her partner easily in the crowd anywhere in such a short period of time.
Getting in the long line, ready to order a triple scoop of dark chocolate, butter pecan and coffee mocha, Sayer overhears two fair to medium looking young chicks—it was his bad habit to always gauge women he viewed. Bad, bad boy!—discussing the karaoke sing-along contest behind him.
"That was SOOO corny a performance from that hussy of a woman! She looked way too mature and posh to enter in the 'Beach Bum teen' category. Wasn't she, Maddie?" The medium one asks, an obviously envious smirk on her medium looking face.
"Yeah. Totally not fair. That song was way ancient and badly sung, too. Not worth watching at all." Talent-less herself 'Maddie' was also of the catty girl jealous type to be honest about anyone else's genuine flair for the theatrics.
"Except for that way hot and totally cool, hunky guy at the end." The original surfer girl answers callously.
"Ooh, you mean that stud with the silver ponytail who spun that weird, dyed aqua babe around the stage and sang her backup? That was the ONLY good part of the whole song! He was stunningly fabulous! I'm CERTAIN I've seen him before."
"Yeah. Like on TV. Didn't he look familiar somehow?"
"Yeah, I thought so, too. He had a movie star/ screen idol quality about his phenomenal, out of this world good looks!"
"Hey! Wasn't he in that rock group from last season? The one that was so hot like, two years ago, then broke up and suddenly disappeared?"
"That's right! Ooh, what were they called!? My sister used to think the dark and dangerous lead singer had a voice of an angel. I guess between his voice and his looks, he believed he was God's gift to women."
"He did! I remember that arrogant guy! I myself had the hots for the tall, smart, sexy one with the brown hair…although, like every girl else in our class, I was also gone for the cool beauty of that guy we think we saw. Double sigh." Both girls sigh at the fangirl memories of youth.
"Sayer!" Maddie shouts suddenly after a quiet moment in the two females blabbing.
The dark haired man in front of her freezes in place at her cry. "That's what his name was! I remember it because it was so different and interesting—really suiting a wild rock star of his caliber."
"Yeah! And the group was called the 'THREE LIGHTS'! How could either of us forget how wild we were about them?!" Maddie's final shout made every girl within earshot spin at the idol group's mention.
Sayer's incognito heart stops in his chest under the radar of dozens of suddenly salivating fangirls from all sides.
Trying to be inconspicuous, Sayer pulls down his dark shades further down over his eyes, sticking his hands in his pockets and skulking away from the ice cream truck, praying he wasn't noticed.
For if he was, he knew he would be mobbed in this gaggle of beach girls.
"Yeah! I KNEW IT! Those guys that we saw at the shore MUST'VE been them today! Let's go and try to track them down now!" Another, more voracious fan club president cries out to rally her endless amount of troops who all line up from out of the woodwork, it seemed.
Whistling past the graveyard, Sayer quickens his step, glancing backwards through his shades at the crowds of girls joining those two nosy ones for the "merry star hunt."
"Oh, boy. We're in trouble." He whistles low as he dashes back to Alex, safely in the opposite direction of the mob he was guardedly glancing back at all the while.
"What happened to your ice cream? Did you devour it already, Red Riding Hood?" Mixing fairytale metaphors at the peculiarly acting man wearing the drenched red silk shirt she had fished from floating on the ocean crests that was still clinging wet to Sayer's studly form, Alex smirks at her sweet-toothed wolf in sheepish looking clothing.
"I…lost my appetite." Keeping it honest, Sayer keeps glancing back to make sure the coast was clear.
"You probably just made it all up to chat up some pretty girl, if I know you." Edgy Alex eyes him suspiciously, their encounter earlier not clouding her opinion of the young gigolo's wandering star penchant when it came to the wolf and his ladies.
"I did." Sayer admits it to Alex's wide, green-eyed, open-mouth surprise, transitioning into his flirty mode in a laser fast change flash.
"I'm wearing her beads right now." He concludes genuinely, proudly rubbing his fingers over the blue bead necklace she had awarded him before and the two share a rare, tender smile.
"C'mon. I'll help you look for 'Chelle and Rob." Sayer proves he really understood Alex's point of view by empathizing with her anxiety and protection for her cousin and best friend.
Nonetheless, as he and Alex swiftly stride through the boardwalk in search of the two mysteriously missing friends, this Three Light's wary eyes behind his thick visor-like sunglasses were constantly glancing behind in fangirl fear…
Still on the Boardwalk, at the Target Range Stand…
BANG!
'Super Commander' Terry was in action once again, his aim with a gun dead-on as ever, the very first shot hitting its target square on the bulls-eye. Susan, right at his side by a target range stand, claps her hands together, pleased with her man's seemingly endless abilities.
"Which one this time?" The vendor owner sighs, pointing once again to a variety of stuffed dolls hanging on the wall. Susan was already clinging to a monstrous stuffed bear Terry had already just won for her.
"Now which one do you want, RiRi, dear?" Susan scoops up the child who had been hanging on her long hair.
"Bunny!" RiRi had a fascination for the long-eared creatures (wonder why), the tiny fuchsia babe managing to say its name aloud correctly and clearly, even without adding her adorable 'RiRi-ness' to it.
"The white bunny, please." Politely asking for the plush toy from the starry-eyed, wowed by her mesh bathing suit beauty teen boy attendant, Susan hands the happy child her prize.
After giving the young drooling gun range attendant a murderous glare to 'Back off!' Terry's eyes conversely smile at the motherly affection Susan sweetly gave to little RiRi.
"Me too, Terry-papa!" Rini rushes up with Tara and Sammy, the three of them with half eaten gyros in their hands. Amy and Greg walk by, hand in hand, waving to the youthful group with one romantically shared blueberry Icee shake to go with their gyros as well, three placidly purring cats on their trail.
"All right." Terry lifts the gun from the table, and with barely any aim, fires off a winning shot right on the mark again.
"Terry-papa, you're wonderful." Rini squeezes her newly won stuffed pegasus to her happy chest. Mina and Ken race by in the background, almost crashing into loaded down with bags Rei screaming at poor Chad for dropping some 'fragile' ones.
"Pick out which one you want, Tara." Feeling challenged—even though Terry was absolutely unaware of it—Sammy picks up the gun as soon as Terry puts it down, giving his tall rival a dirty look.
"Okay. I see one I'd like!" Tara smiles enthusiastically, touched how Sammy was trying so hard to impress her.
BANG! Missed.
BANG! Almost.
BANG! The third bullet did it, a perfect bull's eye shot!
"Nailed it! Name your prize, Tara!" Sammy proudly sings, blowing the mouth of the gun like an old West six-gun pro.
"That sweet little grey mouse, please." After the attendant gives the stuffed critter to him, Sammy hands Tara her chosen prize with pride.
"Thank you, Samuel." Tara gives a blushing Sammy a peck on the cheek, then holds up her mouse for Susan to see, who was pleased to see both her young ladies loving their prizes. Not for the toys' sake, but because of the fact that someone special had thought of them enough to win them their heart's desire.
"Where do you wish to go now?" Terry asks his little entourage, somehow he and Susan always ended up having the responsibility of the children, even on this day off. Luckily, neither of the generous, kind souls minded really, so fond were they of their young charges.
"Only one more ride before your bus, Small Lady." Susan says sadly, not ever having to consult a watch to know what time it was. Lita and Lizzie drag a looking-pretty-worn-down-by-overeating-and-dual-sister-and-girlfriend-demands Andrew past the shooting range, the poor man having two nurses, at least to attend to him on the way to the terminal.
"Ohhh…" Rini and Sammy both moan, sad to see this fun day drawing to an end.
"May I go home with Rini tonight?" Tara asks, wanting to see more of her friend, and Sammy, too!
Susan nods and the children's faces brighten up. "Race you two to the bumper cars!" Sammy runs ahead, with Tara and Rini laughing behind him.
"Bumper! Bumper!" RiRi wriggles from Susan's arms after her companions, while Molly and Melvin emerge hand in hand from the tunnel of love in the background.
"Oh no, you don't." Terry scoops up the wandering child. "Too dangerous, Little Miss." He playfully pops her tiny cute nose, RiRi giggling with him. Now it was Susan's turn to reflect on his paternal treatment of all the children as he relinquishes charge of the tiny double heart bun headed toddler to her.
You would make a wonderful father, my love. Susan wistfully smiles at him over RiRi's giggling head, and Terry meets her gaze with one of his own admiring ones. The romantic poet was just about to finagle a kiss over the dumb child's chortling silly head to Susan's blissful delight.
But instead, he was forced to look up suddenly, Star Maker's alerted wisteria eyes confused when he sees Sayer and Alex racing towards them.
And the two were full steam running like they were being chased by some negamonsters hot on their trail.
Because they kinda were.
"Sayer, what—?" He begins to ask, worry written on his handsome brow.
"Heads up, Ter! We've been spotted!" Sayer shouts as he runs up to them.
"By whom?" Terry looks up to see a throng of bathing beauties racing towards them, as Susan and RiRi cling to him, frightened.
"Every crazy fan girl in this blasted place!" Being mistaken by some—obviously deaf, dumb, blind and height insensitive—girls as third member of the group, Alex and Robin (who would both hack a simultaneous "eww!" at that) did not take kindly to this kind of fanaticism as she and Sayer stand back to back, both taking fighting positions.
Soon, as the mass of female fandom swarm in, Terry—who had selflessly managed to gently push Susan with RiRi away in time before he was swallowed up as well by the attenuating pressing in human cage around he, Sayer and Alex.
It looked like they three were all about to be mobbed from all directions from girls screaming at the tops of their lungs: "Three Lights! Robin! Sayer! Terry! I love you!"
Suddenly a sharp whistle blasts over the loud speaker, catching everyone's attention.
"ALL BUSES HEADED FOR TOKYO CITY ARE LEAVING EARLY." Comes a flirtatious woman's voice from nowhere and everywhere at once.
"AS IN NOW. SO YOU'D BETTER SCRAMBLE, PEOPLE, IF YOU WANT TO GET HOME TONIGHT!"
A scratchy voice that sounded mighty familiar to Terry and Sayer frenzies the crowd as nearly all of the mobbing throng snap awake in their places. Doing an almost comical 180, the female 'attackers' race back without abandon towards the bus stop at the beach's edge in crazed panic.
In a matter of minutes, the bustling boardwalk empties out ahead of schedule, only a few more of the saner spectators who had driven up the coast in their own cars remained.
Looking up to the loudspeaker tower where the mysterious, crowd liberating voices came from; Sayer, Alex, Terry, and Susan catch a glimpse of two familiar figures in the box waving elegantly down at them.
"How's that for service?" Michelle Moreau's voice comes over the intercom as she and Alex exchange a thumbs up signal.
"So who are you calling "shrimp," now?" Feeling like a 'big' shot way up there, Robin can't help but jab as he looks down at the tiny form of Alex from the safety of his spot way up in the high tower, his unique voice booming over the speakers.
"Shrimp!" Alex shakes a fist up at him, uttering some inaudible expletives. Even from a distance, Robin could plainly understand her threatening meaning.
Uh-oh, I'm in trouble. The culpable thought flashes through Robin's mind as he and Michelle race out of the 'borrowed' loudspeaker box room like a pair of mischievous kids. Hand in hand they laugh like Robin never thought he could with a single person in this world not his own.
But Michelle Moreau—the Guardian of the outer planet of Neptune—was a singularly special individual who had rocked Robin Starr's world and had filled the empty half of his wandering soul with the warm ocean of her embrace.
In any world, any galaxy, any universe…in the light of day, or in the dark of night…She will always be there, holding his empty hand over the endless waters which connected them through destiny…
The sun begins to set over the gorgeous shores of the ocean, sparkling radiant on its calming waves, the tide rolling in. Saying farewell, the Inner Scouts and their entourage, three cats and the children, drive away from the beach on their bus home, fond memories of the day already etched in their youthful minds.
Their delightful afternoon of fun was over, but for others, a night filled with promise was just beginning...
Hello Sailor Moon Eternal friends!
This romantic beach episode featured two songs from the "Sailor Moon: Luna Rocks" album from 1996 that inspired some of the love scenes for two of our Outers x Three Lights pairs! Check out the songs : "I Want Someone to Love" & the Beatles cover song " I Want to Hold Your Hand" (which inspired our title for this chapter, as well as Robin from all Michelle's strutting and emotive serenading him with it ;) And 'I Want Someone to Love' theme amazingly made Alex hot on the beach for a certain wolfish rock star...
Also, the beach attire for each of the Scouts was based on the original Naoko Takeuchi 'Sailor Moon S Artbook' that showed all the girls in their beachwear. But, since it wouldn't be quite in a Summertime fun special to have them all in black bikinis and one pieces, I opted to throw a splash of each Scout's planetary color scheme (i.e. Rei wearing a red swimsuit, Mina in orange bikini and hat, Michelle in two tones of aqua, etc.) to better fit in with a colorful Day at the Beach! ^0^
I hope you're enjoying this 'Sun, Sand and Sea' 3-part Summer Special as much as we are reliving it all over again!
I'd love to hear your reviews of this exciting and fun beach party!
God bless you all!
HarukaKou