I sat there.
Just sat there. Staring at my reflection, wondering how long it'll be until everything explodes. My hair flowed down to the ground in waves and I could feel the timeline changing. How will it change? I'm not sure. Whether it's changing for the better or for the worse, I have yet to check. All I know is she will soon be facing a battle that she must win.
"How goes my bunny?"
I meet his eyes in the mirror. He stands behind, unblinking, unsmiling. It's been millenias since I last saw him and he has not changed at all. His white hair flows straight down and his topaz eyes glimmer with unspeakable, yet undeniable passion.
I open my mouth to comfort, but the words would not come. "She will hurt."
Serenity, Usagi, as she calls herself now, was always protected by one being or another, whether physical or emotional. But this time... with the coming War of the Gods, she will hurt, in more ways than one.
He bows his head and I fought the urge to go to him. They have been separated for so long. So many millenias of being apart. They were one and the same once...
And yet...
"The link is still intact?"
My eyes searched his for any tell-tale signs. He allowed me none, but his answer told me all, "Yes."
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Mamoru approached the door warily. Every time he comes to pick up Usagi, her father stands in the way, a scowl on his face, his hand itching for the rifle that he always threaten to use, but never do. Tonight... was no different. Mamoru was greeted with the gentle smile of Usagi's mother. He was ushered in to sit and wait while Usagi finishes up. Resignedly he accepts. He is the Prince of Hell, and yet he must suffer through the mortal torture of the agony of waiting for one's date. What has he been reduced to?
Kenji sits on the couch, his arms folded and a deep scowl was on his face. His darling little girl... and this evil minion from Hell. Just the thought of it made his rifle hand twitch. Sure, Mamoru had interned for him for a few months and his work was impeccable. But he was so much OLDER than his sweet young daughter... his face contorted into a deeper scowl as he stared at the cool Mamoru.
"So..." Mamoru looked around, "How's..."
"I know what you want, young man." Kenji interrupted, "I won't let my daughter be taken advantage of, especially not by some college BOY like yourself!"
Mamoru blinked a few times and then asked himself once more, what has he been reduced to?
"I assure you, Tsukino-san, I hold Usako... Usagi-cha... san..." He quickly clarified at Kenji's sudden outburst, "in the highest regards." His eyes turned solemn and then he said with an air of seriousness that left no one doubting him, "I would die for your daughter."
"Will you, Mamo-chan?"
The two men turned towards where the heavenly voice was located and both pair of eyes widened.
Dressed in a snow-white gown, Usagi descended down the stairs and not a word was uttered. She had let down her hair for the evening and it fell in waves down her bare shoulders. Somehow the dress looked familiar to Mamoru, but he couldn't place it. "Well?" She smiled softly, "Will you?"
"I..." He was at a loss for words. This angel standing in front of him was smiling at him.
Kenji found his voice first, "What are you wearing, Usagi?"
Usagi turned towards her father and smiled, "It's a dress, Daddy." She kept her back from him, letting him see how proper it was in the front, "Mom bought it for me." At that, her eyes darted around, wondering where exactly was her mother. Seeing her father in a state of shock, she quickly took Mamoru's arms, "Let's go, we're going to be late." She quickly pulled him towards the door. Almost there, she silently pleaded, please don't make a big deal out of it...
"Hold it!" They frozed as Kenji walked towards them. They faced him and heard him let out a big sigh. Keeping his eyes towards Mamoru, he said to her, "Curfew's at midnight." His eyes softened as they took in the sight of his daughter leaving the next, "You look beautiful, honey."
Blinking at the unusualness of the situation, Usagi and Mamoru smiled, "Thank-you Daddy." She glanced at her ornate watch, "We really have to get going."
"Have fun, sweetheart." And then he turned to Mamoru and growled, "Midnight."
As the two left the house, they both wondered, 'Why do I put up with this?'
Mamoru opened the door to his black Audi for Usagi and then walked around to get into the driver's seat. "You do look beautiful tonight, Usako."
"Thank you." She turned towards him expecting a kiss and was rewarded.
"And yes," he softly murmurred into her ear as he pulled away, "I would die for you. A thousand times over."
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Something wasn't right. I took to the air and scanned the city of Tokyo for any disturbances. As I flew, I became aware of another being close to me. "Come out!" I called. "Show yourself!"
A shadow appeared next to me and my initial fright gave way to a small relieved smile, "Hades." I shook my head, "Don't scare me like that."
"A thousand pardons, milady." His shapeless form slowly grew larger and a flapping cape was seen as it flew beside me, "How goes our princess?"
"Stressed, but happy at this currently moment." The nagging feeling subsided and I paused for a moment to reorient myself. "Let's go spy on her." I said with a mischeivious grin. I started flying towards the silver Audi, not checking to see if Hades was following me.
Happy to partake in my fun, Hades agreed. After all, it has been quite a while since he last played a game with his shadow moon. "Perhaps we can fool them both."
"I highly doubt that." I wrapped herself in a dress of alice blue and clipped a small crown atop my large mass of sangria colored hair, stray ringlits framed my heart-shaped face. I smiled at Hades as he placed his cloak around my shoulders, "You look lovely as always, milady."
"Thank you." I extended my hand to him and smiled delightedly when he took it and bent his head over it in a way that was rarely used in this day and age. When he lifted his head, my smile broadened as a handsome face smiled back at me. "Let the shadow games begin." I whispered as he placed my hand on the crook of his arm and we stepped from the clouds onto the earth beneath.
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Usagi fiddled with her dress as she sat across from her lover. Dinner was finished at the soft candlelight cast her in a vunerable light. A small smile was draped across his lips as he watched her intently, his thumb making small circles on the palm of her hand, "What's wrong, Usako?" It bothered him to see him looking so flustered.
She looked up at him and opened her mouth to say something, but thought better of it, "Nothing." She smiled and shook her head, "It's such a nice night... let's walk."
He didn't press her, instead, he rose, "As my lady wishes." Lacing their fingers together, they walked out into the warm June night, the stars glittering above them, "Are you sure you're okay?" He asked her gently when they reached the park. She had not uttered a single word on their walk and he knew for sure something was bothering her. He stopped her when they reached the pond, "Usako, talk to me."
She avoided his gaze, "It's silly, it's stupid... it's..." He waited patiently as she tried to find the right words to say, and then opted to blurt it out and see where it went, "I'm Sailor Moon."
He merely smiled, "I know."
She looked up in surprise, "You... you know?"
He closed the gap between them, "I love you, Usako. How could I not recognize you underneath that glamour?"
"Mamo-chan..."
"Usako."
As she leaned in for a kiss, the park suddenly clouded over, casting everything in foggy darkness. "Mamo-chan!" She tightened her hold on his hand, "Don't let go."
His own hand tightened, not out of concern, but of anger. She had finally trusted him enough to tell him her secret and now this. He held onto his rage to answer her, "I won't. What's going on?"
He couldn't see her, but she shook her head just the same, "I don't know. This has youma's written all over it." She stayed on alert, but didn't want to transform and lose her hold on Mamoru's hand. Slowly, the fog disappeared. Bit by bit, they made out an entrance in front of them. Turning around, they were surrounded by all four sides by bushes.
She didn't trust the design, but she saw no way out and was startled when Mamoru tugged at her hand. "All we can do is go in." She gripped his hand tightly as he started to move. He turned back and smiled, "Don't worry. We'll make it through this." He tugged at her hand, "It's our only option now."
She let him lead her, but as they made their way to the heart of the maze, she couldn't help but feel that this was not the first time she had made her way through this maze. Each turn brought a particular feeling into her heart. A blood-red rose appeared at the next corner and fell easily into her hand as she grabbed it. Bringing it up to her nose, the scent brought back memories she didn't remember existing. "Hades..." She whispered with a smile.
Her breathless whisper brought brought Mamoru up short. He turned sharply to look at her and saw the rose in her hand, a gentle smile on her face. "Hades?" He asked softly. The tone of his voice had Usagi looking at him. What she saw in his eyes scared her, but she didn't let it show. Anger shimmered in the surface and a fire that Usagi never saw flamed up behind his dark eyes.
"Shadow games." Was her only explanation. Not wanting to stare at his eyes anymore, she started to move, "I know how to get out of here." She started to move and yelped when Mamoru's hand gripped hers tightly. "Mamo-chan!" She yelled as she tried to shake him loose.
"Who is Hades, Usako." He asked in a pleasent manner, all the while keeping his iron-grip on her.
His sudden change in demeanor scared her and his grip only tightened more as she struggled to get free, "Who is Hades." He enunciated, his smile had left his face and he stared at her intensely, his dark eyes almost glowing with rage and she refused to answer him. "Dammit Usako!"
"Don't call me that!" She screamed at him as she finally wrenched free, "Don't ever call me Usako in that tone!"
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I drifted above them, invisible to their eyes. This was not suppose to happen. I had forgotten about his temper, or perhaps, I had hoped that time would have softened it. I wanted to step in, to explain, but Hades was a step faster than I was. Perhaps this is best. He has no real need to know of me. No real need to know what I remember; to know what I know. I waited as they argued, watched as Hades explained their past on the moon. Only on the moon.
No one must know her connection to Him. Not even his very own. If they should ever find out, they will know that she is the only thing keeping the world spinning, for she is the world.
Without her existance, nothing can exist.
Only then will Chaos reign.
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A/N: I know you're all wondering what the first section of the story was, but I don't believe I shall tell you... yet. Let's see if you can figure it all out. I'm attempting to wrap up the loose ends from Of Heaven and Hell, so yeah. Review! Review! and I shall continue to write! Dances WHOO!! I'm hyper, can you tell?
Next chapter: HiStory comes.
It's been almost a year since I last updated... probably more than that with an actual chapter. Can you all forgive me? ;
'till next times my dear readers!
Ryo Angel