A/N: First foray into Sailor Moon fanfiction. I've always been intrigued by the Shitennou. They were characters who didn't receive a lot of development. We know that they were Endymion's personal guard and court. We know that they were the equals and contemporaries to the Senshi. An early idea had them as the love interest of the Senshi but it was discarded later down the road. I've seen some other amazing writers put their own spin on the Shitennou and I wanted to try my hand at it. I lay before you the beginning of an AU where the Shitennou remained loyal Endymion but were killed by Beryl before the major fight broke out. It's kind of a what if the Shitennou were reborn, resumed their roles as guardians, and possibly met Usagi before she ever came into contact with Luna or the rest of the Senshi. That part, however, doesn't happen in this little five part story. I'm also a Senshi/Shitennou shipper but it is really only mentioned in passing in this story. Please enjoy!

Yun-qi-Jadeite

Yun-qi gripped the strap of his backpack as he looked around the Eastern side of Tokyo Tower's special observation deck. A bell chimed overhead. In Japanese, an attendant announced that the tower would be closing in fifteen minutes and asked if everyone would make their way to the elevators that would take them back down to the street below. Yun-qi had no clue why he'd come to Tokyo Tower. He'd just woke up that morning and felt that he'd had to. He'd been living in Tokyo for the past two weeks and for some inexplicable reason, Yun-qi suddenly felt as though he had see the view from the top of the tower. It wasn't like he had the burning desire to see it when he'd first gotten to Japan. He'd been to the Shanghai Tower in his native China. There wasn't much difference between one tall building and another. If you saw one bird's eye view, you saw them all.

"I should've stayed home and worked on that summer homework." he muttered under his breath as he pushed away from the windows. He rubbed his temples and pushed his short, curly blond hair out of his eyes. School started the following week and he'd procrastinated way too long on the work. That's what he got for spending more time playing video games than actually focusing on his studies. It was a miracle in the first place that he'd been accepted into the student exchange program in the first place. His grades weren't the best in the world and everyone back in his Chinese high school knew there were at least ten other candidates who were more interested than he was. In fact, he'd only applied for the program because he was sixteen and had nothing better to do.

Shaking his head, Yun-qi turned away from the window and started to follow mass of tourists heading for the elevator. For some reason he couldn't place, he felt incredibly disappointed as he made for the exit. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was forgetting something important, something crucial, which wasn't like him at all. In his distraction, Yun-qi managed to collide with a slightly older teen with long brown hair. The teen turned to give him an icy look. "Sorry," Yun-qi said in Japanese before looking up at the teen.

Yun-qi met the teen's eyes and a jolt went through him. It was like a shock went up and through his body. Tokyo Tower disappeared and Yun-qi found himself standing on dusty battlefield. Bodies of fallen soldiers in varying uniforms lay on the ground before him. Smoke rose from fiery explosions and made the ground shake beneath his boots. The clothes the teen in front of him was wearing changed from jeans and a t-shirt to a blood stained and torn white military uniform with red detailings. He carried a glinting steel blade in his hand. His red-brown eyes seemed far away though, like he wasn't seeing the same thing Yun-qi was. Nephrite. The word, no! No it was a name. The name Nephrite came instantly to Yun-qi's mind. "Do...do I know you?" Yun-qi heard himself stammer as he looked at the tall teen in front of him.

"I...I don't think so…" he replied in confusion. "I've never been to Japan."

"Really, because you're Japanese is perfect." Yun-qi told him offhandedly.

"What?" the other teen blinked. He opened his mouth to say more but there was a crackle and a pop overhead. The room got instantly darker without the lights in the fading evening light. Yun-qi and the other teen looked up at the observation deck's ceiling.

"That was weird." Yun-qi said as his eyes roved over the ceiling. The trance was broken over the two of them. Yun-qi shook off the vision that he'd seen and looked at the brown haired teenager. However, the teen was staring past him at the window. The look on his face put a dark feeling of dread in the pit of Yun-qi's stomach. It was one of pure panic. Nephrite only gets that look when he sees something. The thought hit Yun-qi out of nowhere. It left him short of breath and completely confused. Where the hell were they coming from and what the hell was going on? The teen pushed past Yun-qi and ran straight for the window. "What is it? What's wrong?" Yun-qi asked as he followed close behind the other teen to the window.

Outside, below them on the ground lights were flickering out street by street. Yun-qi watched in utter confusion. He couldn't explain it but the way the other teen's face darkened made Yun-qi tighten his grip on the hand rail. Something very familiar and very terrifying filled his mind. I've been here before. I've stood next to this guy and waited for him to tell me what evil is heading our way. "What's going on Nephrite?" Yun-qi whispered as he stood beside the inexplicably familiar teen. The name slipped out subconsciously.

The teen was silent for a few moments and Yun-qi fought back nerves. He watched the quickly darkening city below him. "Something's coming Jadeite." the other teen said. Another jolt went through Yun-qi. The hair on the back of his arm stood on end.

"And what exactly is it?" asked a voice dripping with authority behind them.

Yun-qi and the other teen turned around in perfect synchronization. Behind them stood two teenaged boys. One was a few inches shorter than Yun-qi with a feminine face that was chiselled into a mask of grim determination. His curly strawberry blond hair was pulled into a ponytail at the nape of his neck. The other was taller than the brunet teen by a head. He was tanned with platinum white blond hair and eyes that held more authority than Yun-qi could ever fathom.

"Kunzite!" both Yun-qi and the teen next to him said at the same exact time. A wall in Yun-qi's mind, one he hadn't even realized was present, came crashing to the ground in a loud tumult.

X X X

Rene- Zoisite

The cute girl over in the corner blushed under Rene's overtly flirtatious and dazzling smile. She retreated closer to the boy she was with and Rene wondered idly if they were together. Judging by the way the girl whispered in his ear and the way the boy turned to glare at him yes, they were definitely together. Actually, the boyfriend was kinda cute too. Rene winked at him in a way that couldn't be construed as anything but flirtatious. He wasn't picky after all. Not in the least.

The boy drew backwards, shocked, before taking his girlfriend under the arm and dragging her away from Rene. "Ahh, la prochaine sera la bonne." he sighed and shrugged. Better luck next time.

He turned his attention back to the northern view from Tokyo Tower, bent over and leaning against the guardrail with his chin propped up on his hand. The view was breathtaking, he'd readily admit but it left something to be desired. Then again, when you were used to seeing the landscapes of beautiful Paris everything else seemed to pale in comparison. As a Frenchman, though, he could say that he was truly flattered by the architects who had designed Tokyo Tower. It was wonderful when other people tried to emulate the stately beauty of his beloved France and Eiffel Tower. Truly it was. It was just too bad that he was unbelievably bored.

Rene gave a sigh as he flipped his long, curly, strawberry blonde ponytail back over his shoulder as he gazed out the observation window once more. He really had no clue why he'd even ended up Japan. He'd woken up in his Parisian apartment a few days ago with a nagging restless feeling that he couldn't ditch. He refused to believe that it was because of his break up with Ames. Well, he refused to believe that in it's entirety. There was some other reason that he'd been drawn to Tokyo, Japan in particular. For some unshakable and unwavering reason, Rene felt that he had to be exactly at Tokyo Tower. He was just slightly miffed that his burning desire equated to little to no excitement.

The sky to his left was beginning to darken and a quick glance at his watch told him that Tokyo Tower would soon be closing. Rene rocked back on his heels. No sense in sticking around. Whatever reason he'd been pulled to Tokyo could wait until he'd checked out nightlife. Granted he was only sixteen but his beautiful angel face got him into places where he probably shouldn't be. Ah, the perks of being young. He couldn't help the smile that crept on to his face as he made his way to the elevator.

Rene shoved his hands in his pockets as he waited in line for the elevator behind some other tourists. Casually he looked around at some of the faces in the crowd. "Oh! Hello there," he breathed as he caught sight of the back of one interesting person.

He was tall, tanned, and had a body chiselled by Auguste Rodin that drew Rene's eye to him with even just his back facing him. Actually, if Rene was being completely honest with himself, it was the teen's platinum blond hair that really drew his undivided attention. Something about the way it looked, the way moved fluidly as a cape would through the air, took Rene completely off guard. For some reason he couldn't explain the sudden familiar feeling that was rushing through him.

He forgot about the elevator and maneuvered his way through some of the other waiting tourists. Rene ambled his way over to the tall stranger who currently had his nose in a guide book. Ah, thought Rene, another tourist like me. Wonder if he speaks English. A devilish smile cracked across his lips. Rene smoothed his curls down over his head and leaned against the guardrail as flirtatiously as he could manage. "Did you know that Tokyo Tower was modeled after and inspired by the Eiffel Tower?" he said conversationally in English. Most foreign nations taught English in their classrooms as a second language nowadays.

"Samehni," the older teen started in another language, Arabic from the sound of it. The older teen looked over at him with unbelievably hard, scrutinizing steel blue eyes and Rene's was suddenly thrown back a thousand plus years in time.

"Zoisite!" screamed everyone's voices as pain burned through him, threatening to burn him to nothing but ash. Kunzite swung his scimitar through the enemy in front of him before turning to look at him with wide, frightened eyes. He was too far away to offer help. Jadeite jumped forward towards him, but of course it was Nephrite who reached him first to drag him away from the torturous grasp of the spitting red haired demon-witch woman that had sunk her claws into him. It was too late for him though. The damage had been done. From somewhere inside him, blood was gushing from a wound. He collapsed in Nephrite's arms. Nephrite's hold tightened around him protectively, as if it were enough to save him. Jadeite jumped in front the both of them with his secondary side sword raised to defend them. Again, it was a futile gesture.

"Leave me," Zoisite coughed. Blood filled his stomach and came up through him, leaking through his mouth. Rene recognized his own voice forming the pain torn words. They were dead if they stayed behind with him.

"Not a chance," Nephrite and Jadeite said almost in unison.

"Yield to me and I will save him!" screeched Beryl as she hovered above them. She wasn't talking to any of them though. Her words were directed at Kunzite.

A hand reached down and grabbed his shoulder. Roughly. "Zoisite!" growled Kunzite's voice, now right above his ear. "Zoisite! Get a hold of yourself!"

The pain suddenly ebbed and Rene found himself supported partially by the handrail and Kunzite's arms. That's when Rene realized he wasn't simply Rene anymore. He was Zoisite, King of the North, and one of four Shitennou, the sworn guard of Crown Prince Endymion of Elysion. "K...Kunzite…is it really you?" he gasped, looking up at his captain, his leader, his mentor.

"Yeah, it's me." Kunzite assured him with the warm, reassuring smile that he only seemed to share with him and his brother Shitennou. Wait a minute! Hadn't he just been planning to hit on him. Oh boy, that was awkward. Maybe he hadn't noticed. "Are you alright?" Kunzite asked him.

Rene nodded stiffly as he pulled himself on to his own feet. "I...I think so. I just saw...I think...I'm pretty certain I just relived my death."

Kunzite's eyes went wide. "God above." he swore under his breath as he pressed his hand against his forehead. "Nephrite and Jadeite…and Endymion..."

"I'm here by myself…" Rene explained quickly, apologetically. "I felt drawn here though. To Tokyo. To this place. So maybe…"

Rene left the words hanging in the air. Saying the words would give them hope. After what he'd just felt, Rene didn't want to feel too terribly hopeful. Judging from the way Kunzite's jaw stiffened, neither did he. He shook his head however. "We have to at least see." he said simply and authoritatively. "Come on!"

Before Rene and Kunzite had even taken a step, the lights above their heads cut out and left the Tower in semi-darkness. A spark ran down Rene's spine and the hair on the back of his arms stood on end. Some unknown force pulled his eyes to the windows. The lights below on the street flickered out for blocks. A lump formed in the back of Rene's throat. "That's not normal." muttered Rene as he watched light after light cut out. Something in the bottom of his stomach was rolling and threatening to come up his throat.

"Something's not right." Kunzite said with absolutely certainty that was bred from centuries of spotting things that weren't right. His face was tight and lips were pressed together in a thin line. Rene's stomach flipped over again.

"What is it?" he whispered.

"I don't know, but we're going to find out. Come on." Kunzite told him as he strode back towards the now useless elevator. Rene pushed his nausea down and set his face before hurrying after Kunzite. He had no clue what Kunzite had planned or if he even had a plan but that had never mattered in Zoisite's decision to follow him in the past.

Kunzite stopped short. Rene nearly ran into his shoulder when he stopped. His heart gave a jolt when he saw why Kunzite had put the brakes on so quickly. In front of them, standing with their backs turned and staring out the window, were two very familiar teens. There was no mistaking them. It was Nephrite and Jadeite.

Both of them were gripping the handrail for dear life as they watched the city below. Jadeite was looking at Nephrite expectantly with wide eyes. Nephrite's had a vision, Rene realized grimly. Nephrite's visions typically weren't good news. One look at Nephrite's face only solidified Rene's belief. "Something's coming Jadeite." he heard Nephrite tell Jadeite in a deadly even voice.

Nephrite spoke Japanese to Jadeite. Rene knew absolutely no Japanese. However, he found himself with immaculate understanding of the foreign language. So much so that he was fairly certain that he could start speaking Japanese if he was so inclined.

"And what exactly is it?" Kunzite asked him in Japanese, voice dripping with authority.

Both Nephrite and Jadeite whipped around at the sound of Kunzite's voice. They stood looking at Rene and Kunzite for only a half second or so before recognition dawned across their faces. "Kunzite!" they exclaimed together in complete and utter surprise.

Then they both cried out in pain and fell to their knees. Rene and Kunzite shoved their way through the lingering people to get to their sides.

X X X

Parker- Nephrite

"What the hell am I doing here?" Parker whispered to himself as he pushed a strand of his thick, wavy brown hair behind his ear. He didn't speak a word of Japanese outside of konichiwa and toyota. He really had no business being in Japan. However, for some reason he'd woke up the other morning with a strong desire to see Tokyo. Scratch that. It wasn't a strong desire. It was more like a gnawing, persistent need to be in Tokyo. He couldn't place the reason why. He hadn't even been able to come up with a good excuse for his parents or his sister before leaving their northern California home. However, as it was the middle of summer and he had saved up a huge chunk of money from his summer job, his parents had been alright with their seventeen year old son taking off for few days to a foreign country. Of course, it helped that he did a good deal of international travelling with his buddies once or twice a year. They considered him experienced. Though his little sister, Jenny, had been completely irritated with him for not inviting her along.

Parker sighed and curled his fingers tighter around the guard rail that kept people from touching the windows. He was standing on the southern side of the tower, overlooking the massive city below. The sky was streaked with red and yellow light as the sun was beginning to set on the horizon. In another half hour it would be dark. Though there wasn't much to look forward to in his opinion. He was a country boy and he was used to seeing the stars. He'd discovered rather quickly though that there weren't many stars to see in Tokyo's night sky. Again, for some reason he couldn't quite explain, he felt disappointed by the fact.

A bell chimed overhead and Parker looked up on instinct as a recording came on in Japanese. It finished and was followed by the English translation. "Tokyo Tower will be closing in fifteen minutes. Please make your way to the elevator. Have a good night."

Parker cast one last glance down at Tokyo below him before turning away from the guard rail. "Time to go back to the hotel I guess." he muttered under his breath to himself. He grimaced. He needed to start packing. He flew back home the following afternoon. Parker couldn't shake his irritation. He'd spent a lot of money to come to Japan to satisfy an out of the blue itch and now that he was preparing to leave he felt as though he hadn't accomplished anything.

Someone bumped into him, jarring his shoulder and pushing him off balance. He turned to glare at the blond haired teen that had walked into him. The teen muttered an apology in Japanese as ran his hand through his short hair. Then their eyes met. Something poured through Parker like fire, a recognition prickled against his skin.

He was no longer standing on the observation deck at Tokyo Tower. Instead, he was standing in room with dark wood paneling covering the walls and a long oak table occupying the center of it. Faintly he was aware of others in the same room, but they were fuzzy and out of focus. All except the blond teen standing in front of him. However, his backpack and street clothes had changed into a snow white military uniform with blue detailings. On his belt was a sheathed katana and a smaller dagger. Jadeite, his name is Jadeite. The thought struck him out of thin air, but Parker couldn't find any real reason to discredit it though he couldn't explain why he suddenly believed it was true. What really scared him, however, was the fact that Parker was absolutely certain for no foreseeable reason that he knew him, as well as he knew his sister back home. The teen was staring at him with wide blue eyes, completely mystified.

Parker and the blond haired teen stared at one another for several minutes. "Do...do I know you?" the teen asked him.

"I...I don't think so…" Parker answered haltingly. "I've never been to Japan."

"Really, because you're Japanese is perfect." the teen pointed out detachedly.

"What?" Parker mentally tripped over the realization. The other teen was right. He was speaking perfect Japanese. Since when did he speak Japanese? What the hell was going on?

All of a sudden all the lights on the tower cut out. Parker and the other teen snapped their heads up towards the ceilings. A few girls shrieked in surprise as a few guys laughed and teased them. "That was weird." the blond teen said with an upraised eyebrow.

Parker wasn't paying attention. He turned back towards the window. One by one, street by street, lights were going out below them on the street. It was like a wave of darkness washing over the city below. It's coming. A tiny voice whispered in the back of his mind. A bad feeling that Parker couldn't explain roiled through the pit of his stomach. He clutched the handrails in front of the window. His jaw tightened and his eyebrows furrowed.

"What's going on Nephrite?" the blond teen asked. Parker hadn't even seen the guy follow him over to the window. The name prickled at the back of his mind, like there was something just beyond the reach of his conscious memory. However, Parker pushed the feeling aside for the time being.

What's coming, Parker asked the voice he'd heard. He didn't expect what happened next.

A vision of a monster with flaming red eyes and razor sharp talons assaulted his mind's eye. Panic wrapped itself around his brain. Parker gripped the handrail and sucked a breath through his teeth. "Something's coming Jadeite." growled Parker as his knuckles went white on the guard rail.

"And what exactly is it?" asked a voice behind Parker. Something inside him reacted instantly to the overt authority in the voice. It caused both Parker and the blond teen beside him whipped around at the same exact time.

Two teens, one older than he and the other younger, stood behind them. The younger one had girlishly fine face and strawberry blond curls that were pulled into a ponytail at the nape of his neck. Zoisite, whispered the inner voice that had spoken to Parker just at the same time the name came to him. However, Parker's gaze flitted over the younger one and to the older, taller one. He was tanned with platinum blond hair, his grey blue eyes hard as steel. "Kunzite!" both Parker and the blond teen said at the same exact time.

Memories from another life, another time, hit Parker like a sack of bricks.

X X X

Amal- Kunzite

Amal glanced up at the scenic view from the western side of Tokyo Tower before looking back down at his guide book. It was getting way too dark for him to see anything that he was supposed to be able to see from this spot now that the sun was beginning to set from somewhere behind him. Not that it really mattered anyways. He'd been at Tokyo Tower for the better part of the day. He'd been round and round the observation deck so many times that his head was spinning. Even after so many trips around the Tower, Amal had yet to figure out exactly why he was here.

Not that there was really any surprise there. He'd felt as he'd lived his life not really knowing what he was doing or who exactly he was. Sure, Amal did really well in school and always had excellent grades but he always felt as though something was missing. Something important and he didn't think it was the fact that he had no clue who his parents were. Well, that was probably more important than he was giving it credit for. However, there was something else that Amal thought was missing, something less obvious.

Amal sighed and shook his head. He was overthinking things again. It was his worst habit and he was notorious for it. His classmates teased him unmercifully about it. They also told him that he had a stick shoved so far up his arse that he couldn't help but walk straight. They were always begging him to join them at the bar for a drink. "You're eighteen Amal!" they laughed, "Live a little before you overthink yourself to an early and serious grave."

They had been extremely surprised when Amal had told them that he was taking off for awhile to go to Japan. That had been so Earth shattering to them that Amal hadn't been able to stop laughing at their expressions. In fact, even as he board his flight at Cairo International Airport, Amal still hadn't been able to fully suppress his snickering. Not that Amal would've been able to give a real reason as to why he suddenly wanted to go to Tokyo, Japan. He wasn't even sure of the reason himself.

"This was a dumb idea. Why'd I even bother coming to Tokyo." he grumbled under his breath as he scratched the back of his neck, messing his platinum blond hair up in the process. An irrational aggravation rose in him. He stared hard at the guide book in his hand, as though it was at fault for Amal's ridiculous decision to come to Tokyo in the first place. It hadn't proved useful one in bit in helping him figure out why he'd woke up and decided, literally out of the blue, that he had to be in Japan. About the only thing it had been good for was to get him to Tokyo Tower when he'd woken up that morning and decided, again literally out of the blue, that he had to go there. The Tower would be closing soon and Amal was still no closer to figuring out why he'd been drawn to a city and a country he'd never had any interest in before. None of it made sense to him. Amal liked things to make sense. Things were easier that way. He could plan and strategize and think clearer when things made sense. And now I'm overthinking this again, he thought to himself ruefully, my classmates would have a field day if they could see me.

"Did you know that Tokyo Tower was modelled after and inspired by the Eiffel Tower?" a teenaged boy told him conversationally, not to mention flirtatiously, in accented English.

"Samehni?" Amal jumped, startled at his sudden appearance. It wasn't exactly everyday that someone managed to just sneak up on him. Amal turned to look at the teen who'd managed to do just that, raising an eyebrow at him in irritation. When he saw the teen in front of him though, Amal's irritation evaporated like water in the desert.

Zoisite stood in front of him. However instead of standing on the observation deck of Tokyo Tower in their jeans and t-shirts, they were standing on a training field at the Golden Palace in sleek gray uniforms. Zoisite's green detailings were covered in dirt and his strawberry blond curls were mussed and escaping from his ponytail. His bright green eyes were tired but laughing at his success on the training field. Behind Zoisite, he could see Nephrite and Jadeite arguing over something or other. Endymion was behind him, out his line of sight but still shouting at Nephrite and Jadeite to break it up and not be so pigheaded. "Not bad, right Kunzite?" Zoisite smiled brightly as he spun his twin knives around in his hand before sheathing them at his waist.

Something inside Amal unlocked and a door flung open. The important thing that he'd always searched for fell into place in his mind. Four men, three of them his brother Shitennou and one of them the Golden Prince they were sworn to, all took their place inside him as though they'd never been missing. They seamlessly filled the void that Amal had searched his whole life for. Kunzite, that was him. That had been his name in the past. They had all died at the hands of Beryl in a bloody war. They'd been separated. Now though, now they were reunited after a millennia of being apart. He wasn't just Amal anymore, the too serious orphan from Cairo. Once more he was Kunzite, King of the West, leader of the Shitennou, and the sworn protector of Prince Endymion.

A pained gasp brought him crashing back to reality. Zoisite was falling, hand still weakly grasping the handrail. Amal jumped forward and grabbed on to Zoisite to hold him upright. Zoisite's hand clenched around the handrail with a white knuckle grip as his face contorted in pain. The loudspeakers above announced that Tokyo Tower would be closing in a few minutes and people began to make their way to the elevator. Some of them stopped and turned to look at Amal and Zoisite curiously. Zoisite was still grunting and groaning in pain. "Zoisite!" Amal hissed urgently in his ear, "Get a hold of yourself!"

As if saying his name was the magic word, Zoisite's eyes opened again and looked up at him. He took a shaking breath. "K...Kunzite…is it really you?" he gasped at Amal.

Amal felt something warm in his chest. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so elated. It had to have been before he died in the Silver Millennium. Then again, maybe he'd never been so happy before. It was taking every fiber of his being not to crush Zoisite against his chest. His men were back. They were safe. They'd been tested through Hell's fire itself and had come through it. "Yeah, it's me." Amal reassured Zoisite, smiling warmly at him. Then he truly saw the stricken, pale look on Zoisite's face. Amal frowned. "Are you alright?" he asked.

Zoisite nodded slowly as he heaved himself upright again, once more supporting his own weight. His hand though, Amal noticed, was still white knuckled on the handrail. "I...I think so. I just saw...I think...I'm pretty certain I just relived my death." Zoisite told him, voice still shaking but almost imperceptibly now.

Amal's eyes went wide. Unwanted images and memories of their final battle with Beryl flooded his mind. Suddenly he was standing on that battlefield again, separated from his men by too much distance and too many enemies. Beryl's creatures had cut him off, captured him, and forced him to watch as Beryl personally kill his brother Shitennou. "God above," he breathed, pressing his hand over his forehead and trying to stem the flow of memories.

"You could've saved them," Beryl had hissed in his ear as Zoisite gasped his last and died. She'd kept him restrained and away from his men. Then she let him go just long enough for him to raise his blade against her. He wasn't quick enough though, to save his men or to save himself. Beryl had plunged her sword through his middle. He'd died apart from his men.

Amal looked at Zoisite again. "Nephrite and Jadeite…and Endymion..." he said quietly as a burning need to know where his brothers were now and what had become of their prince coursed through him.

"I'm here by myself…" Zoisite answered apologetically. "I felt drawn here though. To Tokyo. To this place. So maybe…"

Maybe...Amal couldn't bear the thought of what he would do if Nephrite and Jadeite hadn't somehow been reborn as he and Zoisite had. He clenched his jaw tight and shook his head. "We have to at least see. Come on!" he told Zoisite firmly, sweeping past him.

They hadn't gotten very far when the observation deck lights cut flickered and fizzled out, leaving the Tower in semi-darkness as the sun continued to set. A few people shrieked and some laughed. However, Amal's eyes were drawn to the ground below the Tower outside the window. Darkness stretched out beneath them as the lights cut out. Some buried deep instinct rose up in Amal's chest. It sent rapid fire electric shocks down his arms and spine, making his hair stand on end. This wasn't just a simple power surge at Tokyo Tower. If had been, then back up generators would've quickly brought the emergency lights on. On top of that, a power surge at the Tower wouldn't have affected the lights around it. His chest tightened. "Something's not right." he said looking at Zoisite. Even as he said it, there wasn't a doubt in Amal's mind that what he said was true. For once it appeared as though his tendency to overthink things was actually helping.

"What is it?" Zoisite asked quietly. The look on his face told Amal that he clearly agreed that there was, indeed, something wrong.

"I don't know," admitted Amal, "but we're going to find out. Come on."

Amal started towards the elevator with Zoisite following close behind. He didn't know where to start but on the ground seemed as well a place as any and the stairs would take the pair of them there. Amal wasn't the only one looking for the stairs. Several people pushed their way past him, trying to hurry out while they still had some light. However, as Amal looked around, he saw two teens that didn't seem in such a hurry to get out. Amal froze in his tracks as he looked at those two, one blond and the other brunet. Jadeite...Nephrite, Amal blinked. They were here. They were alive!

There was something wrong. Amal could see that in just the way they were standing with their hands tight around the handrail. Nephrite's face was grim as he stared down at the street. His eyes were dark, like he was just coming out of a vision. Jadeite looked equally worried as he stared at Nephrite, waiting for an explanation. "Something's coming Jadeite." Nephrite said darkly in Japanese as he continued to stare out the window.

For some reason, Amal had no problem understanding a language that he'd never studied or had prior knowledge of. Even more interestingly, Amal found himself the ability to speak perfect Japanese. "And what exactly is it?" Amal asked with unmeasured authority in his voice.

Nephrite and Jadeite spun on their heels to face them. Their eyes went wide when they saw Amal and Zoisite. The recognition was obvious on their faces. "Kunzite!" they both called out in shock. Then Nephrite and Jadeite cried out in pain and fell to their knees.

Amal and Zoisite pushed their way through the crowd to get to them.