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to Takeuchi Naoko, Kodansha, Toei Ltd., and tons of other people.
Thank you very much for creating such a wonderful story and please
don't sue me.  ^_^;;;  However . . . the events of this story and
some of these characters are MY property.  No stealing!


In a time of peace  . . .

In a time of war . . .

Two kingdoms lived side by side . . .

Two hearts cried out for one another . . .

And thus was a legend born.

SAILOR MOON
IN ANOTHER LIFE:
THE LEGEND'S BEGINNING

by Fushigi Kismet


   Jed Raven, Zephyr Mist, November Light, and Kenneth Knight were 
lounging around the living room of the latter's apartment.  They had 
already gone over recent developments and most of them didn't like 
the trend events were taking one little bit.
   "Now what?" Jed asked, breaking the silence, as he stared 
contemplatively at a wall upon which hung a painting, done by a 
little known artist, of five men in armor.  The face of the man in 
the center was heavily shadowed.
   Kenneth sighed.  "Now we wait . . . plan for the worst . . . and 
hope for the best."


The Four Who Wait
aka
And Dream . . .


   A voice called out to him in the mist.  He ran towards it, not 
knowing where to go or what to do, only that he had to reach that 
voice . . . he *had* to . . . before . . . before . . .

   The alarm rang shrilly at his ear and Mamo Darien bolted upright 
in bed.  Glaring at the clock radio, he had half a mind to smash it 
before he realized that he was running late for work.  With a groan, 
he hopped out of bed and began dressing.

   Usa Serena snapped awake abruptly, glaring at her alarm . . . 
before she realized that it wasn't on.  She shivered a little, 
pulling her sheets closer about her body.  What had woken her?  She 
has been dreaming . . .  She had been calling out to someone and he - 
He? - had been running towards her . . .  She had almost been able to 
see his face when . . .
   She had woken up.
   Strangely disturbed by the overly abrupt end to her nocturnal 
wanderings, Serena tossed aside her sheets and got up out of bed.  
There was no fighting it . . .  It was just going to be one of those 
days.

   Usa Kevin, Elaine, and Sammy poked their heads around the kitchen 
doorway, staring wide-eyed at the sight in front of them.
   "Ohayo!" Serena said, setting out the places at the breakfast 
table.  Elaine noticed with some trepidation that her daughter was 
making use of the stove to cook what looked like pancakes, bacon, and 
eggs.
   "Serena . . .  You're cooking breakfast?"
   "Hai!" the blonde teenager replied, pouring hot coffee into her 
parents' mugs, then putting away the orange juice.  "I decided that I 
wanted something more than cold cereal."  She smiled.
   "Serena, you *do* realize that it's eight-thirty in the morning on 
a SUNDAY, don't you?" her father asked, a little frightened by his 
daughter's uncharacteristic behavior.
   "Yes, why are the three of you looking at me like that?  It's not 
like I've never gotten up early before!"
   "Yes, it is!" Sammy exclaimed, walking into the kitchen and 
sitting down at his place at the table.
   "Oh, I guess you don't want any breakfast then?"
   "Hey!  I never said that . . .  I think it's great that you're 
improving yourself!" Sammy said immediately, the smell of bacon 
making his mouth water.
   "Why thank you, Samuel," Serena said, hiding a smile as she passed 
him his plate.
   He gave her a sour look for the use of his full name, but it 
instantly turned into a smile as he chewed happily on a forkful of 
bacon.  "Hey, this ish weelly good, Sewena!"
   "Don't chew with your mouth open," she said absently.
   Her mother stared at her before walking over and placing a hand on 
her forehead.  "Honey, are you all right?"
   "I'm just fine," she snapped back irritated.  "What is *wrong* 
with you people?!"
   "Well, no fever," her mother said slowly.
   "Would you sit down and eat?" Serena demanded, gesturing to her 
parents to sit down.  Her mother seated herself, and her father 
walked over and did the same.
   "Mmmm, looks good, honey," her mother said cautiously.  After all, 
whenever Serena's cooking looked like it had turned out well . . .  
was usually when they knew to call the Poison Center.
   "Tastes great!" Sammy said, stuffing three pancakes in his mouth 
at once.
   "Sammy, you'll choke!" his mother said, alarmed.
   "A little moderation, son," his father said.
   "Can I have seconds?" Sammy asked as he finished his stack of 
pancakes.
   "O . . . Okay!" Serena said, beaming from ear to ear as she took 
Sammy's plate.  It had been a long time since she had cooked anything 
edible and she was rather proud of herself.
   Her father took a bite and his face changed from a nervous one to 
a happy one.  "Me too!"
   Hearing the praises of her husband and son, Tsukino Elaine finally 
ventured to take a nibble at a pancake.  "Oh, this is very good, 
Serena!"
   Her daughter smiled even more, filling up Sammy's plate with more 
pancakes.  
   "Whoever marries you is going to be one lucky guy," her father 
said absently.
   The plate clattered to the ground, the food spilling out all over 
the place.
   "Aw man, my breakfast!" Sammy whined.
   Immediately Serena was on her knees, cleaning up the mess.  
"Gomen, gomen nasai!  I'll get it all cleaned up!  It won't be a sec!  
Then you can have your seconds, Sammy."
   "Just leave it to buns-for-brains there to mess everything up 
after it was going so well."  Sammy rolled his eyes.
   "Sammy!" his father reprimanded him.  "Apologize to your sister!"
   Elaine started getting to her feet.  "I'll help, Serena."
   "N-No, Mom!" Serena said.  "You stay right there and eat your 
breakfast!  I'll clean this up in a jiffy, okay?"
   Elaine sunk back down onto her chair.  "All right, dear."
   "Gomen . . ." Sammy said sullenly, his father glaring at him.
   "Daijobu," Serena said in a tiny voice, suddenly finding herself 
fighting tears.  
   Elaine looked at her daughter thoughtfully for a moment before 
turning back to her excellent breakfast.

   Raye's eyes snapped open in the darkness.
   For an instant a wave of disorientation overcame her.  Where was 
she?  This was not her room in the palace . . .
   In the palace . . .
   Recognition flooded back and with it a strange aftertaste of 
terror and sorrow.  This was her home.  This was the shrine where she 
had lived with her grandfather since she was five years old.  Since . 
. . her mother had died, and her father had made it known that he 
would not be burdened with her care.
   She stared blankly at her wall, remembering . . .

   "Daddy . . .  Daddy, don't leave me!  Don't you love me?  Daddy!"
   He whirled about to look at the little girl he was roughly 
dragging by the arm up the steps to the shrine.  "How could I ever 
love someone like you?  You're too willful - nothing like your 
mother!  Kami-sama, how could she do this to me?!  How could she die 
and leave me with a brat like you to look after?!  The elections are 
in three weeks!"
   "You don't love me.  Do you, Daddy?" she murmured quietly, 
woodenly, her cheeks streaked with tears.  "Did you love Mommy?  Do 
you care that she's dead?"  Suddenly something grew hard inside of 
her and she knew that she hated him.  Hated him for what he had done 
to her mother, for what he was doing to her.  "You killed her!  You 
killed her!  You left her to die!  When she was sick you wouldn't 
even look at her!  I hate you!  I HATE YOU!!!"
   "URUSAI!!!!!" he screamed, slapping her across the face.
   Her head snapped back but still she glared up at him defiantly, 
using her inheritance from him - his own fierce temper and strong 
will - to keep from crying or from touching the stinging red mark 
that the blow had left upon her face.  She was biting her lip so hard 
that her mouth filled with the taste of blood.  "I hate you," she 
whispered.  "You aren't a man!  You always run away . . . from 
everything!"
   His face grew redder and he growled before turning around, yanking 
her quickly, far too quickly - her feet caught on the stairs and she 
stumbled repeatedly, skinning her knees - up the last few steps.
   "FATHER-IN-LAW!!!" he yelled as he came to the top and the little 
old man came rushing out.
   When he saw Raye his eyes narrowed and he strode forward quickly, 
angry at the father who would treat his only child of a dead wife so 
cruelly.
   Raye's father shoved the girl at him and spat out, "She's yours 
now, old man.  I took your daughter and she died, leaving me nothing 
but this baggage.  I'll thank you to take it back."
   Raye's grandfather caught the stumbling girl and looked down at 
her anguished face resolutely battling against the desire to cry.  
"You wish me to raise this girl, daughter of your own flesh and 
blood?!" the priest demanded, looking up.  His anger was palpable.
   "She is none of mine," the father replied.  "I relinquish her to 
you."
   "And this will not affect your *political* career any?  The man 
who refuses to acknowledge his own daughter?  That of his departed 
wife?"
   "I cannot raise her.  I am not suited.  Here she will receive 
adequate care and training, and perhaps she will become a priestess 
in time.  Who could fault me?"
   "I could," the old man replied.  "But I cannot fault your words.  
Indeed, she will do better here than with you."
   "Then you will take her?"
   "How could I refuse the child of the daughter of my flesh?"
   Raye's father nodded then looked at the girl.  "Sayonara, Raye."
   She did not look at him, carefully keeping her face buried in her 
grandfather's robes.
   Her father looked at her an instant longer than left.
   When he was gone, her grandfather pulled her gently away and said, 
looking into her face, "You can cry now," whereupon she burst into a 
fresh flood of tears and cried and cried until her soul felt empty 
but for the pain that swallowed her up inside.

   Little Raye sat on the curb in front of the Hikawa Shrine.  She 
stared down at her shoes.  The two crows she had befriended stared at 
her shoes as well.  They were the traditional sandals of a miko.  In 
fact, Raye was dressed from head to toe in the traditional red and 
white robes of a miko.  She sighed, kicking at the asphalt.  She 
loved her grandfather and she loved the shrine . . . what she didn't 
love were all the rituals and restrictions placed upon her.  She 
didn't much like the Catholic school her father had enrolled her in 
either.  The nuns were too strict and what was the point of a 
*Shinto* girl attending a *Catholic* school anyway?  She and her 
grandfather had puzzled over it for an afternoon before her 
grandfather had finally said, "There are many kamis" then told her to 
go out and play.
   Raye frowned.  And then there was the Sacred Fire.  Oji-san had 
made it her job to tend to it, which she didn't mind . . . but 
sometimes it seemed to speak to her and that she found a little 
creepy.  Sometimes it showed her things . . . images of future 
events.  It had shown her Phobos and Deimos arriving in the fierce 
storm last week a month before the storm had occurred.
   A woman had come to the shrine yesterday asking for spiritual help 
in finding her lost daughter . . .  Raye had been looking at the fire 
at the time and had been assailed by a vision.  It hadn't been a 
pretty one.  The girl had been tied up and left in an empty 
warehouse.  She had told her grandfather who then told the woman who 
proceeded to go into hysterics before calling her husband, the Chief 
of Police.  He had sent out several squad cars to check all the 
abandoned warehouses in town and they had found the kidnapper in the 
process of tying up the girl.  He had been arrested and the police 
had come around the shrine asking intrusive questions.  Raye knew 
that they were asking about her.
   She had heard her grandfather yelling loudly, "Leave her alone, 
can't you?!  Her sight is simply a gift from the Kamis!"
   The mother of the girl had put a restraining hand on her husband's 
arm and said, "Let's just give thanks that his little girl knew how 
to find ours and leave them be."  The chief had grumbled, apparently 
not that religious a man, and had called off his officers and left.
   The incident had troubled Raye greatly.  Her visions frightened 
her.  She didn't want to see the terrible things they showed her.  A 
tear trailed down her cheek.  She didn't want to be here.  The other 
children had learned about her "power" as they called it, and they 
were all frightened of her.  She missed being at home with her 
friends Seira and Ruriko.  But she didn't really miss them either, 
because they had simply been daughters of her father's friends and 
their main sources of enjoyment were pretend tea parties and acting 
like socialites.  That and TV.  And Raye didn't like TVs.  She had 
been watching the one at home when it had exploded and her father had 
come and struck her across the face until her nose bled.  She hated 
TV.
   She hated her father.
   "Daijobu?" a hesitant voice asked.
   Raye's head whipped up and she stared at the person addressing 
her.  It was a boy about three years older than her with dark black 
hair and ocean blue eyes.  He was looking at her with concern.
    Raye thought to herself in bewildered 
amazement.
   "Daijobu?" he asked again.
   Raye smiled.  "Daijobu."
   He looked at her and smiled back, holding out his hand.  "I'm Mamo 
Darien."
   She took it.  "I'm Hino Raye."
   "Wanna be friends?"
   "Sure!"  She looked at him with wondering eyes.  A real friend . . 
.  "Wanna come in for tea?  We have chocolate cupcakes!"
   "Yum!" he said, looking at her.  "I love chocolate."
   "Me, too.  Come one, let's go eat some!  We've got lots!"
   "Do you live here with your Mom and Dad?" he asked her hesitantly.
   "No, with my grandpa."  She paused a moment before saying, "My 
mom's dead and my dad doesn't want me anymore."
   He looked at her carefully before saying.  "My parents are dead, 
too."
   "Then where do you live?" she asked.
   "At the orphanage."  His eyes glowed a dark blue as he whispered 
to her, "Well, I *used* to live at the orphanage . . .  I'm running 
away!"
   "Running away?!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide and her mouth open 
in an "o" of amazement.  "Can I come with you?"
   "Nani?  Why'd anyone want to run away from chocolate cupcakes?"
   Raye stared at him for an instant before bursting into a fit of 
giggles.
   Oh . . .  It felt good to laugh!

   Darien stayed with them at the shrine for three weeks.  Raye had 
done her part in convincing her grandfather, and Darien's good 
manners and willingness to help out around the shrine had done the 
rest.  The old priest was forced to admit privately to himself after 
the first few days that Raye had been much more cheerful and a great 
deal happier since he had arrived.  It made him realize that Raye was 
lonely.
   Even though Darien refused to disclose which orphanage he had come 
from, Raye's grandfather had made a few discreet inquiries of his 
own, and the state of the place he finally found left him more 
determined than ever that Darien should never have to return.  He and 
Raye were more than willing to house the boy for as long as needed.
   However, at the end of three weeks Darien felt obliged to go.
   Raye and her grandfather worriedly allowed him to leave, expecting 
him back within the week.  When he did come back, two weeks had 
elapsed and he informed them that he had landed his first job and was 
working steadily.  He had rented a small room above a florist shop.  
He had even enrolled in school.
   It was then that they knew he would be all right.
   And when he promised to visit her every week, Raye knew that she 
too could make the most of her life.

   She tried.  She really did.  But it seemed that good intentions 
didn't usually work out in the long run.  Perhaps it was a mixture of 
her father and Kaidou-san's influence that began making her miserable 
again.  She remembered meeting Kaidou on her eleventh birthday.  Her 
father had introduced him as, "My assistant, Kaidou-san.  He visited 
the house several times before when you were younger, but you 
probably don't remember him.  He will be your escort today."
   "Today is my *birthday*!" she had protested, enraged that he was 
foregoing his duty to her once again.
   "I know.  But I also have several important political meetings to 
attend today, so I had to readjust my priorities.  You're a 
politician's daughter, Raye.  You should take the situation with good 
grace and a smile."
     She 
looked away from his cold eyes and turned to the young assistant, 
taking his proffered arm.  "Shall we then?"
   He nodded.
   She hated him.  Hated everything that he represented.  Hated all 
that he was and wanted to become . . . by following in her father's 
footsteps.  She hated him with an intensity that almost overcame her 
hatred for her father.
   When did that hatred turn into love?

   He came every year in place of her father.  She never saw her 
father, only Kaidou.  For holidays, scheduled "appointments," and of 
course . . . birthdays.  In time, she learned to tolerate his 
presence and make his arrival an excuse to go shopping with the money 
her father sent with him.  His quiet courtesy and seemingly genuine 
concern for her well-being and happiness little by little softened 
her feelings towards him.

   They went to a political ball together when she was twelve, but 
instead of him walking *her* home, she found their situation to be 
exactly the opposite.  Dismayed by a failed bill, Kaidou had drunk a 
bit too much of the other political party's congratulatory champagne, 
and Raye found herself burdened with the task of seeing him home.
   "I guess," he slurred, unhappily, "I'm just not cut out to be a 
politician.  I haven't enough drive to be able to hurt the people 
close to me to get what I want.  I'm a washout."
   "You're intoxicated," Raye said, unlocking his door and helping 
him inside.
   He shut the door behind them with a bang and she turned around, 
startled.  "You're what's intoxicating, Raye," he told her, pushing 
her against the wall, his hand touching her face.
   "K-Kaidou-san," she stammered, flushing.  "You don't know what 
you're saying.  Don't say anything you're going to regret in the 
morning."
   "I'm not going to regret any of this in the morning," he said, 
watching her intensely.  "You're shaking, Raye.  Don't be afraid of 
me.  I'm not going to hurt you.  I'll never hurt you."
   "You're drunk," she whispered, "and horribly disappointed.  You're 
going to regret this."
   "Why would I?  Now, I can finally tell you how I feel."
   "How you feel?"
   "I've wanted you for a long time," he said.   "You're a beautiful 
girl, Raye.  Aren't you aware of it?"
   "Iie," she whispered.  "I'm not beautiful.  I'm nothing.  I'm 
worthless."
   "That's your father speaking," he snarled, almost savagely.  "But 
he's becoming aware of just how beautiful you are.  Would it surprise 
you that he's already thinking of ways to use you in his politics?"
   "Iie, it wouldn't."
   "I'm not like him, Raye.  I would never want to use you."
   "Why?" she asked him, frightened by the look in his brown eyes.
   "Because I love you," he responded, kissing her forcefully, his 
hands pulling her into his arms.
   She found that her arms were around his neck and that she was 
clinging to him as though her life depended on it.
   When he finally pulled away, her lashes were wet with tears.  "Why 
do you love me?"
   "Because you're everything that your father and I are not.  You're 
pure and uncorrupted.  You're beautiful, Raye."
   Looking into his eyes, she could believe it.

   They met many times that year in secret, going out on dates and 
spending time together.  His kisses were marks of his possession of 
her, rather than of his regard for her, but she never realized it 
until much later.
   Darien worried over her a great deal, because while Raye promised 
him that she wouldn't do anything rash or allow her relationship with 
Kaidou to become too physical too quickly, there was something about 
Kaidou that he didn't like . . . didn't approve of.  Perhaps it was 
the glint in his eyes as he saw Raye, a coldness in his personality, 
the cool way in which he treated Darien, or perhaps it was more 
fundamentally simple than that.  Perhaps it was the way in which Raye 
blindly followed him without regard for the consequences.
    was the thought that plagued 
Darien day and night, 

   The way in which he broke Raye's heart made it all the worse.
   She had hurried towards the spot for their date today, her heart 
thudding in her chest.  She had dressed up that day for him in the 
new dress he had bought her, and she wondered how he would like it.  
Arriving at their meeting place her eyes lit upon a tall figure.  Not 
Kaidou, but her father.
   "Otou-san!" she had said, shocked by his presence there.
   Seeing her, he strode over quickly and tightly grabbed her arm, 
pulling her over to a nearby bench and forcing her to sit down.  
"Kaidou-san will not be meeting you today," he said, sitting down 
himself.
   "You . . . know?" she asked apprehensively.
   "Of course I know," he said with a harsh laugh.  "That damned 
fool."
   "He's not a fool!" Raye protested.  "Don't call him that!"
   Her father turned to look at her.  "Perhaps you won't think the 
same way after I tell you where he is right now."  He waited for her 
to settle down before speaking.  "He's with his new fiancee shopping 
for wedding clothes."
   "You're lying," Raye said, tears springing to her eyes.  "He's 
not!  He's-"
   "He *is*.  His new fiancee is a very beautiful and well-bred young 
lady.  The daughter of the head of the Democratic Liberal Party.*  Is 
it any wonder he chose her over you?  With this marriage . . . he 
will have a shining political future."
   "But he and I-"
   "So you still think that he loves you?  He made a deal with me the 
other day . . .  If I could use my influence to get the head of the 
DLP to accept his daughter's engagement with Kaidou, then Kaidou 
would not inform the public of his relationship with *you*.  Of the 
defilement of *my* underage daughter.  It would be enough to ruin 
both our careers, but for him it was a calculated risk.  And it paid 
off nicely."
   "But we never . . .  We didn't . . ."
   He laughed again, unpleasantly.  "Does the truth matter in cases 
such as these?  I didn't train him to be an idiot, after all.  Kaidou 
is a politician.  You're a politician's daughter.  It's time to be 
aware of that."

   She saw Kaidou only once after that.  He came to Hikawa Jinja the 
morning of his wedding day and asked to see her.  She obliged him, 
but her eyes were cool and the atmosphere of the room was frigid.
   "I guess you are fit to be a politician . . . after all."
   He had only one thing to say to her.  "There was a time . . . when 
I really did love you."
   "Never come here again," she said quietly.  "Never see me again."
   "Hai," he said shortly.  "Good-bye, Raye."
   When he had gone, she burst into tears.  Later, she would take 
refuge in Darien's arms, but that day she was all alone with her 
heartache.  It was her thirteenth birthday.
   So ended that chapter in her life.  Ended as many things did.  
Quietly, painfully, without a struggle.

   Raye dressed quickly.  As she slid open her door, sunlight 
streamed into her room.  She took a deep breath and stepped outside.
   

   Rill languidly stepped out of bed, allowing the sheet to fall from 
her body.  She stood, admiring her naked figure in the mirror for a 
moment.  Then she turned to look at her unconscious bedmate and 
licked her lips in remembrance.  Yes, indeed, he had done very nicely 
last night.  She did so *hate* to sleep alone.
   Of course, she would have no need of him tonight, but last night 
had certainly been adequate for her needs.  And after she had sated 
her more primal needs she had sucked his energy nearly dry.  She 
wouldn't have nearly enough energy for her needs if she didn't resort 
to such methods.  And truth to be told, she did rather enjoy watching 
the faces of her victims as she drew the energy from their bodies.
   She picked up an article of clothing from where she had dropped it 
on the floor in her haste last night and proceeded to dress.  While 
she usually dumped the bodies in a dumpster, this one had done so 
well she had even spared his life.  It would be a shame to waste him.  
Perhaps she would only leave him in an alley and seek him out in a 
few months when she felt like tasting his energy again.  After she 
had sated her appetite by trying a wide variety of others, of course.
   She sat down on her bed and raked her long nails across his bare 
chest, licking the blood on her fingers.  Hmmm . . . yes, an alley it 
was.  That was enough pleasure for now.  Time to work.
   Time to kill.

   Zephyr sighed, slumped against the couch on the floor, the phone 
to his ear.  "I'm *fine*, Mom.  And you?"
   Pause.  "That's good . . .  I'm glad you're all right now."
   Hesitation.  "He's not . . . treating you badly is he?"
   Pause.  "Yeah, I know he's still my "father.""
   Pause.  "Just take care of yourself, okay, Mom?"
   Shock.   "Wha-What do you mean I must've met someone?!  That's 
ridiculous . . .  That's preposterous . . .  That's . . . downright 
absurd!"
   Pause.  "Yeah, okay, I'll send her your love."
   He smiled, his eyes closed, his face at peace.  "Do I love her?  
Well, you're still my girl, Mom.  Always."
   Laughter.  "No, I won't let that stand in my way."
   Tense silence.  "Is that him coming?"
   Hurriedly: "Better not let him catch you!"
   Pause.  "Yeah, I love you, too, Mom."
   Click.

   Zephyr sat for a long time, staring out at nothing before he 
looked up and over to where Kenneth was standing in the doorway.  
"Hey."
   "Hey."  Kenneth looked at him, worry crossing his face.  "Things 
okay at home?"
   "Yeah.   Mom just found a new job and *he's* actually treating her 
decently."
   "Good news."
   "I can't help but worry, though."
   "Of course."
   "You know, she asked me to be as happy as I possibly could.  
Because she wanted that much for me."
   "You have a wonderful mother."
   "Yeah, and an asshole for a stepfather."
   "Things like that can't be helped," Kenneth murmured.  "You don't 
pick your relatives, after all."
   "No, I guess not.  I suppose you know."
   Kenneth grimaced.  "Let's not get into that."
   A moment, then: "So . . .  Who did you meet?"
   Zephyr snatched a pillow off of the sofa and flung it into 
Kenneth's face.  "And there you have the only answer you're going to 
get from me!"
   Kenneth peeled the pillow off of his face before flinging it back 
at his friend and diving at him, grabbing another pillow off the 
couch as he went and whapping Zephyr upside the head with it.  Zeph 
grabbed the bowl of potato chips on the table and emptied it on 
Kenneth's head.  Keth grabbed a can of soda, shook it up and opened 
it so it sprayed out in a foamy gush of caffinated liquid right into 
Zephyr's face.
   "Oh, I'm gonna *get* you for that!" the dripping blonde growled.
   "Oh yeah?  You and what army?!" Keth demanded, running a hand 
through his potato chip studded hair.
   Nev walked into the room, took one look, and walked out.  "I don't 
even want to know."
   Keth and Zeph exchanged a look and Nev suddenly found a barrage of 
pillows striking him from behind.  "Oh, that was a low blow!"
   When Jed walked into the apartment half an hour later he found Nev 
using the overturned couch as a barricade, Keth concealed behind the 
coffee table, and Zeph using the three potted plants by the doorway 
to the next room as cover.  All of them were flinging food and 
pillows at one another.  Zeph had somehow managed to procure a few 
water balloons as well and was flinging them about at whatever moved.  
All three were yelling at each other and paying no attention to him.  
He took that opportunity to try and quietly sneak out.  A water 
balloon exploding between his shoulder blades drove the notion out of 
his mind completely as he whirled around with a berserker cry of rage 
and grabbing the nearest supplies, Nev's bowl of pretzels, began 
attacking at large.

Downstairs . . .

   A geneticist shook his head as he looked over at his fellow 
scientist.  "I don't even want to know what the boss is up to . . ."
   His companion nodded his head sagely as another burst of yelling 
from upstairs punctuated the relative quiet of the lab.  "That's 
best.  I've learned in this business that if there's one thing you 
never do . . .  It's wonder about your boss's business.  It leads to 
more trouble than it's worth."
   His friend smiled.  "Come on . . .  He's seventeen years old!  How 
much can a kid like that have to hide, Chris?"
   "Oh, I don't know," his friend muttered under his breath.  "About 
as much as I do."

   Two hours later, fully depleted of supplies and *starving* for 
something to eat that wasn't strewn across the floor, splattered 
against the walls, permanently staining their clothing, or nested in 
their hair, the boys decided on a cease-fire . . . to take stock of 
their situation and clean themselves up a little.
   "Tell me, Zeph," Jasper said, staring at his shirt, "does 
marshmallow wash out?"
   "Why're you asking *me*?!  It's not like *I'm* the clothing expert 
around here.  Why don't you ask Nev?"
   "Huh?  *ME*?!"
   "But can't you . . . you know, analyze it with your computer or 
something?"
   "Oh ho, so you're actually *volunteering* for once?!"
   "N-No!  That's not what I meant . . . and you know it!"
   "Darn," Zeph said, snapping his fingers.  "Shouldn't have said 
anything . . .  Nev-"
   "I *don't* think so!"
   The three of them stared at one another for a long moment, then 
burst into laughter.  All the tensions that had floated like a cloud 
over their heads these past few months had - well, not vanished, at 
least not completely - but had certainly been eased.  They found 
themselves to be, once more, high school boys.  Ones with an 
important, life-altering mission to perform, but teenage boys 
nonetheless.
   "This isn't the time to be laughing," Kenneth said sternly.  "We 
have important duties to perform."
   "We know!" they chorused.
   "Do we have any of the rootbeer bombs left?" Zephyr hissed to Jed 
under his breath.
   "No . . . I think Nev used the last of them."
   "So what do you have planned for us to do, today?" November asked, 
ignoring all the chatter behind him.
   "The most important thing of all," Keth said gravely.
   "And that is?" Zeph said, smirking.
   "We've got to go grocery shopping."
   The three boys face-faulted.
   "Say what?" Zeph demanded, picking himself up off the floor.
   "You heard me," Keth said, and this time they could all hear the 
joking edge in his voice, "you've used up all my supplies.  We've got 
to restock or else how are we going to fight properly next time?"
   Jed laughed.  "Sounds good to me.  How 'bout we get some lunch 
while we're at it?"
   "I'm in!" Zeph and Nev chimed in.
   "Okay, Nev pays!"  Jed winked.
   "Hey!  Why me?!"
   "Because you were definitely the *loser* in that battle!  All your 
attacks were *soooo* weak!"
   "Like how?!  Your retaliatory attacks were pathetic!"
   "I'm afraid I'll have to agree with Jed on this one," Zeph said, 
nodding his head sagely.
   "Nani?!  Why?!"
   "Because your battle cry was the lamest thing I've ever heard!  
"You shall feel my wrath!"?  Come on!"
   "Hey, hey, I didn't hear *you* come up with anything horribly 
original either!"
   Kenneth sweatdropped as he herded the three quarreling boys out of 
his apartment.  "Come on, come on . . . play nice!"  He sighed as he 
ushered them down the hallway, sparing a pitying glance for his 
ruined quarters and furniture as he closed the door.    "I agree!" he said suddenly.  
"Nev pays for lunch!"
   "WHAT?!  But . . . but . . ."
   Jed and Zeph laughed at the bewildered protests as Keth smiled to 
himself.  

   Leaning against the wall on one side of the door, the blonde-
haired, blue-eyed member of the Guardians wondered how it was that he 
had been the one picked to watch the parking meter.
   Lifting his eyes from the silent, metal sentinel, he sighed.  

   His gaze flickered across the street as his ears picked up the 
jangling sound of the bell above a cafe door.  A slim figure stepped 
out, and his heart nearly stopped beating.  She was the very image of 
a dream he had had not so very long ago.  A dream that he always kept 
very close to his heart.
   The Goddess in his memories seemed to smile a bit.
   "Who *is* she . . . ?" Jed breathed to himself, staring at the 
dark-haired girl moving with unconscious grace across the street.
   "Aw, is Jed smitten with someone?" a teasing voice impinged upon 
his thoughts, and someone draped his arm over Jed's shoulders.
   "No," Jed growled in response, pulling away.
   "Hey, who does Jed like?" another voice asked.  Zephyr walked out 
of the store with a bag full of groceries.
   "Some *little* girl," November responded with a laugh.    "Honestly, Jed, she was around the age of my 
imouto!"  
   "I don't like her!" Jed protested.  "It's just - I feel like I've 
seen her before somewhere."
   "Sure."  Nev grinned, laughing.
   "Leave him alone," Kenneth's voice rang out.
   The three of them turned to meet the hard grey eyes of their 
leader.  He gazed back at them, unmoving.  "We have more important 
things to do."
   "But-!" Nev protested as Zephyr snickered at his stricken 
expression.
   "What now, O mighty leader?  We get the wrong kind of Nachos?"
   "Actually, yes.  I detest Ranch."
   Jed turned away from all of them, tiring of the nonsense, and 
proceeded to direct his gaze across the street again . . . but she 
was gone.  "Ah, damn!  You guys made me lose her!"
   Nev, Zephyr, and even Kenneth couldn't stop from bursting into 
laughter at the comical expression of dismay on his face.

   Amy stretched, feeling the kinks in her neck, wrists, and fingers 
loosen or crack.  Her fingers ached, but she flexed them absently, 
placing her pen down in the middle of her workbook and closing the 
text with a firm clap.  She stood up and briefly marveled at the 
stiffness in her legs.    She 
checked the time on her clock and made a face.  
   Her stomach rumbled, and she made her way to the kitchen.  
Slapping together a fruit sandwich didn't take all that long and as 
she seated herself at the table and took a bite, she smiled.    Her fingers itched to get around the well-worn pages of one of 
her old favorites, Austen perhaps, or maybe the new romance Lita had 
leant her the other day.  She blushed at the thought.  Perhaps she 
was better off studying Gray's Anatomy?  That thought led to *more* 
blushing.
    she chided herself.  
   She reached over for the mail so she could soothe herself with the 
newest issue of her science journal.
   However, she found, much to her dismay, that the basket in the 
middle of the kitchen table where the two members of the Mizuno 
household dumped their mail whenever one of them remembered to get it 
was completely empty.  Amy sighed.    Of course, her mother *had* returned 
home at 3:30 the night before and had left again for work at 5:45 
that morning . . .
   
   Finishing her sandwich, she rose from the table and quickly rinsed 
and dried her plate.  Finding everything in the kitchen to once more 
be in order, she picked up her keys from the nail by the front door 
and exited her house.

   Amy checked her mailbox, pulling out a packet of letters and some 
magazines that her mother subscribed to but never had time to read.  
A large brown paper wrapped package was resting outside the door and 
she picked it up, looking at it curiously.  "To Mizuno Amy . . ."
   She opened the door to her condo and walked inside, dropping the 
magazines on the counter where her mother would be sure to see them 
and placing the letters on the coffee table in front of her.  Her 
curiosity getting the better of her, she proceeded to open the large 
parcel first.
   A piece of paper fluttered out and landed on the floor so she bent 
over and picked it up, reading it quietly to herself.

Dear Amy-chan,

Here, I've provided you with more throwing material.  Work on that 
arm and you're sure to become a star pitcher!  If you're feeling a 
little less angry you might trying looking at it . . .

I'm hoping it'll bring a smile to your face.  You're just as cute 
when you're happy as when you're mad.

Don't be the kind to hold a grudge, Amy . . .  I haven't been 
'serious' about anyone in a long time.  And I enjoy challenges . . .

See you around,

            Zephyr Mist

   She sat looking at the note for several minutes.  
   She fumed before deciding to take a look at what kind of book he 
had sent her.  It was a brand-new book of paintings.  Watercolor.  By 
her father . . .
   The dedication page said: To my dearest Amy . . .  My daughter . . 
.  My inspiration.
   She shut her eyes and let the tears softly flow.
   
   After a few moments she turned to the other mail, still holding 
the book to her chest.  As she came to one strangely heavy letter her 
hand trembled and she nearly dropped it.  The return address was to 
one Peter Anderson. 730 Marron Ave. Paris, France.
   
   She tore it open quickly and pulled out the contents.  A letter 
and . . . a ring of keys?

Mon Ami,

   I know it's been a while, moppet.  For that, I'm really sorry.  I 
don't know if you can forgive me for being a bad father these past 
ten years.  I don't know if you can forgive me for still being one.  
I want you to know . . . I love you very dearly, mon Ami.  I've never 
stopped.  No matter how far apart you and I might be . . . I'm still 
your father and you'll always be my little girl.
   That's why . . . I thought I'd leave this decision up to you.  As 
you can see by the address, I'm in Paris right now.  I have a show up 
in one of the local galleries and I'm taking time to paint some of 
the countryside.  It's really very beautiful here, Amy.  I wish you 
could be here to see it with me.  As it is, I've finally come to a 
decision about the old place . . .
   I'm not going to be coming back to Tokyo any time soon, Amy.  I'm 
sorry.  I don't know what to say to you . . . only, my life isn't 
there anymore.  It hasn't been for a long time.  The only thing there 
that I have to hold on to is you.  And I don't know, but I can't help 
but feel that, no matter how tightly I want to hold on to you, you're 
still slipping away.  Please, Amy, don't despise me for this.  I'm 
such a coward . . .  Always running away from my obligations.  My 
obligations to you . . . to be the father you can count on.
   But because I don't want to decide your life for you, and because 
I don't want to destroy any memories you might have, the old place . 
. . the old house . . . I'm giving it to you.  Do what you want with 
it.  Sell it, keep it, rent it . . .  It's yours now.  Do whatever's 
best for you.  It's been ten years since I've seen it so I don't know 
what kind of shape it's in, what it looks like . . .  I barely know 
what *you* look like now.
   Please, Amy, I'm going to be in Paris for at least two months, so, 
please write to me.  Send me pictures . . .  Tell me how you're 
doing.  I miss you so much.  I want to see you . . . but I can't.  
Again, I'm sorry and I love you.

                               Lovingly,
                                      Dad

   "Otou-san," she said, staring at the letter in her hands.  Wet 
spots appeared on the paper and reaching up a hand to her face . . . 
she realized that she was crying.  "Coward.  You were always . . . a 
coward.  I want to see you!  Otou-san . . ."  Her shoulders shook as 
she covered her face with her hands and cried.

   Amy stopped walking when she reached a dull blue house.  It hadn't 
been lived in for years.  She drew a deep breath and pulled out her 
key, fitting it into the lock on the gate.  The lock fell off and the 
wooden gate swung open.  She stepped inside, staring at the remains 
of what had once been a garden.  Now it was nothing but a tangle of 
weeds.
   She sighed heavily and walked to the door of the house, unlocking 
it with yet another key.  She pushed the door in and a rush of musty 
air escaped into the outside.  She let some air move in before 
stepping inside.
   It was dark within the house, and she noted the cracked and 
peeling walls with disdain.  She covered her mouth with her hand to 
prevent herself from choking on the dust rising through the air and 
she quickly moved aside from a giant cobweb covered in huge spiders.  
Taking a cursory glance at the downstairs, she mounted the flight of 
stairs.  She paused at the top and opened the first door.  It was as 
large and empty and full of memories as the rest of the house.  She 
moved down the hall to the next door and opened it.
   It was a little girl's bedroom, decorated in light blue.  She 
could barely make out the faded seashell lettering on the walls and 
the slightly less faded ocean wallpaper.  Amy glanced at the empty 
spot where a bed and desk had once stood.  On the floor was a conch 
shell.
   She bent and picked it up, brushing off layers of dust.  Its 
insides shone back at her, pink and pearly white.  And she remembered 
. . .

   "Mon Ami!" her father cried from the doorway, arms wide.
   Little Amy ran into them, hugging her father tightly.  "Daddy, 
Daddy!  You're back!"
   "I certainly am," her father replied, returning the hug with a 
kiss.  "And what presents did I bring you!"
   "What, Daddy?" Amy asked, jumping up and down.  "Mommy bought me 
an encyclopedia for my birthday!  And she gave me a medical journal."
   A pained expression crossed her father's face.  "Such serious 
things for such a little girl?  I brought you toys and books, and a 
little goldfish for your new aquarium."
   "A goldfish?  Where?!  Let me see!" Amy cried, excited by the 
prospect of a pet of her own.
    Her father dug around in his carryon bag for a moment before 
pulling out a jar of water with a fancy goldfish in it.  It was 
bright orange with the puffy face and beautiful decorative tail of a 
purely ornamental fish.
   "It's so pretty!" Ami exclaimed as her father handed her the jar.
   He smiled.  "I thought you might like it.  You have a fine 
appreciation of art, moppet."
   The little girl beamed.  "Can I put her in the aquarium now?"
   "Yes, I'll help you.  Where's your mother?"
   "Mom went to work.  An emergency at the hospital."
   "Of course."  Her father looked heavenward for a minute before 
getting to his feet and saying, "Who's watching you, moppet?"
   "I am," Amy replied stoutly.  "I'm old enough."
   "You're four years old!" her father responded, glaring at a wall 
as he took her hand.  "You're old enough to be playing with other 
kids your age without all this medical journal nonsense."
   "But I like medicine.  I want to grow up and be a doctor just like 
Mom!" she declared as they mounted the stairs.
   "What happened to all of the artistic genes I passed on to you?" 
her father asked mournfully, pausing on the stairs.
   "They must be recessive," Amy decided, looking at her fish.
   They reached the top of the stairs and Amy ran to her room to drop 
her fish into the new aquarium her father had sent for her birthday.
   Right after Amy dropped the fish into the full tank the door 
slammed and her mother's voice floated upstairs.  "Amy, I'm home!"
   She whirled about, grabbing the conch shell she had found at the 
beach to show her father that she did have some appreciation of art, 
and ran for the door, excited that both her parents were finally home 
. . . only to find that the scene before her once she reached the top 
of the stairs did not quite meet her expectations.
   The temperature seemed to have dropped to absolute zero.  Her 
parents looked at one another steadily before her father finally 
spoke.  "Aya."
   "Peter."  Amy's mother didn't take her eyes off of him.  "It's . . 
. been awhile."
   "Don't give me that crap, Aya!  What is Amy doing home alone?!"
   "There was an emergency at the hospital!"
   "Well, what about at home?!  She's FOUR. YEARS. OLD."
   "What did you expect me to *do*, Peter?!  Take her into the 
operating room with me?!  When there's an emergency I can't just take 
her with me!  It's not like I have time to call a sitter.  Besides, 
Amy can take care of herself.  It's not like she hasn't had 
practice."
   "What?!  How many times, Aya . . . HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU LEFT 
HER ALONE?!"
   "As though it matters to you!  It's not enough for you to run off 
for months on end without so much as a phone call . . . you miss her 
birthday and Christmas . . . !  Dammit, Peter, I'm sick of it!  I'm 
sick of it all!"
   "If I remember correctly, *you* were the one who couldn't be home 
at *ALL* last year!  You talk about missing birthdays?!  What about 
last year when you went out with your friends and missed Amy's 
party?!  What about that?!  You left her waiting for you at the 
playground for THREE HOURS!"  His face was red and his fists were 
tightly clenched.
   Mizuno Aya put her hand to her face to wipe away the tears.  "You 
don't think I was sorry about that?!  I *forgot*, okay?!  I lost a 
patient that day . . .  I needed to get my mind off of things . . ."
   "And you COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT YOUR DAUGHTER!"
   "AT LEAST I'M NOT THE ONE WHO'S RUNNING AWAY FROM HIS FAMILY!!!"
   "What do you mean by that?" Peter Anderson's voice was icy cold.
   "Just look at you!" Aya hissed.  "Just back from two months in 
Europe.  A real gentleman . . .  And did you even think of us when 
you were off "painting"?  You know, it would be a hell of a lot 
easier to look after Amy if you didn't keep running off to Kami-sama 
knows where!"
   "Do you know why I have to keep leaving?!" he demanded.  "It's 
because I always come back to *THIS*!  I can't live like this, Aya.  
I can't."
   "Well, neither can I," she responded, looking away.
   "I'm going and I'm taking Amy with me."
   "No, you're NOT!  Do you really think you'll be able to provide 
for her?  You can barely take care of yourself!  And what kind of 
life will she have, flitting from place to place at your whim . . . 
never having time to settle down and make friends?!"
   "A better one than she'll have here, isolated and by herself.  At 
least I'll give her a childhood, dammit!  Not all of these medical 
texts and lonely days."
   Aya smiled bitterly for an instant.  "Good-bye, Peter.  I'll see 
you in court."
   He turned away and headed for the stairs.
   Amy gasped and dropped her conch shell, running back into her room 
and flinging herself onto her bed.
   When her father walked into her room, he put his hand on her head 
and stroked her short blue hair.  "Moppet, I . . ."
   "You're going away again, aren't you?" she asked, tears trailing 
down her cheeks.
   "Well, yes . . .  But if things go right you'll come to stay with 
me very soon.  You'll like that, won't you, Amy-chan?"
   "What about Mom?"
   "Mom won't be with us, Amy, but-"
   "Why not?!"
   He knelt by her and she turned so that he could see her watery 
blue eyes.  "Daddy!"  And she flung herself into his arms.
   He sighed and held her to him, stroking her hair and rocking her 
gently.  "Amy.  I love you very much.  I don't know if you'll ever 
know how much.  Your mother and I . . . we loved each other very 
much, once.  But people grow apart . . ."
   "We won't grow apart, will we, Daddy?"
   "No, moppet, we'll always be together."  He kissed the top of her 
head.  "Good-bye for now, my Amy-chan."
   Then he stood and left as Amy huddled in her room, her knees drawn 
up tightly against her chest as her tears ran down her face.   
she thought, fiercely, bitterly to herself.  
   "Good-bye, Aya," she heard her father say from out in the hall.  
Then her mother walked into the room and shut the door, looking at 
Amy.  "Your father will be back to see you again soon, Amy-chan, so 
don't fret, all right?>
   

   "Liar," Mizuno Amy repeated to herself, looking around at the 
house.  Her mother and she had moved out the next day to stay with 
some friends of her mother and her parents had gotten their divorce 
and had gone to court over custody of her the next month.  Her father 
had lost and Amy hadn't seen him in nearly ten years.
   She hadn't seen the house, either.
   She drew in a deep breath and tried to smile.  "Ta-Tadaima . . ." 
she said in a broken voice before breaking into tears once more.
   

   Amy stepped outside the gate and pulled it shut behind her, 
latching it.  She stood for a moment, quietly . . . thinking.
   "Need any help?" a gentle voice asked.
   She whirled about and stared at the source of the voice.  "Y-You?!  
What do you want?!"
   Zephyr Mist smiled.  "Nothing.  What I want to know is . . . what 
do *you* want Mizuno Amy?"
   "I want you to leave me alone!"
   The smiled slipped a little.  "If that's what you want."  He 
turned to go.
   "M-Matte . . ."
   He paused, waiting.
     "Gomen 
nasai, Zephyr-san.  I haven't been fair to you.  I-I wanted to thank 
you for the book.  It was . . . thoughtful of you."
   "I meant it as an apology."  He turned to look at her.  "Because 
you're not the type of girl I can play around with."  He leaned in 
and whispered, his breath warm against her ear, "I *am* very serious, 
Mizuno Amy . . .  And one of these days you'll understand . . . how 
serious I am."
   He pulled away from her and smiled brightly again.  "So . . . 
until the next time then.  Ja!  Dear, sweet, little Amy-chan . . ."  
He turned and walked away down the road.
   She looked after him, her cheeks stained with color and her breath 
coming short.  
   "Zephyr-san!" she called, as a sudden thought occurred to her.
   "Hm?" he asked, stopping and looking at her.
   "How . . .  How did you know my address?  And that I'd be here?"
   He laughed.  "Oh?  Is that all?  I was hoping for a sudden 
declaration of love!  But I suppose that will have to wait a while.  
There's no reason to be alarmed.  Didn't I tell you before, little 
Amy-chan?  I know all about you.  You're not the only one who knows 
how to do research!"
   "You mean you're keeping tabs on me?"
   "Among other things, yes."
   "That's not fair," she said, coyly.  "I can't keep track of your 
whereabouts after all."
   "If you ever need me, my lady," he replied with a sweeping bow, "I 
will be there."  He winked.  "If you want my number, you should just 
ask for it!"
   "N-Nani?"  She blushed bright red.  "I do NOT want your number!"
   "Well then," he said, shrugging, as he turned and continued on his 
way, "that's too bad, Miss 538-622-8974."
   She stood in bewildered shock for a moment.  "H-How did he?  
That's my phone number . . ."  She blinked and he was gone.  "I-I 
don't understand," she murmured to herself, turning and starting on 
her way back home.  "How could he . . . possibly?"
   From his perch up in the nearest tree, Zephyr laughed silently.  


   Rill frowned as she called up the information on the Guardians on 
her computer.    She had worked long and hard to make sure 
that the Guardians' efficiency would be severely limited and that of 
the Sailor Senshi as well.  But now . . .  All that hard work had 
come to nothing!  She ground her teeth together as her mind seethed.  
She would simply have to take steps to remedy that . . .
   Her lips curled in a malicious smile as the thought came to her.  
Yes, indeed, that would do nicely.  She already knew their everyday 
identities . . . why not make use of that knowledge?  She would 
attack them as only she was capable of . . . mercilessly and 
effectively.
   
   Her hand clenched reflexively as her thoughts turned to the one 
whom she most wanted to be able to control . . . and could never so 
much as dare hope to.  
   Her eyes glittered dangerously.  

   Lita sighed as she placed the bouquet of flowers down on the 
counter.
   "For a boyfriend?" the friendly cashier asked, ringing up her 
purchase.
   "No," Lita replied, "it's for an old friend."
   As she stepped outside she glanced at the lovely day around her 
and sighed again.  "At least it's a nice day for it."
   Luna met her outside, meowing at her feet.  The girl and the cat 
exchanged hesitant smiles before making their way to Hana Cemetery.

   It had taken a lot of searching on the city databases, but finally 
Amy and Luna had located the spot.  The spot where Io was buried.
   Lita had never really known . . . after Io had been killed, where 
the police had taken the body, or what had been done with it.  She 
vaguely remembered being questioned at the police station and 
bursting into tears, but everything afterwards had been a blur.  She 
had been too much in shock, she supposed . . . and had never fully 
realized that the woman who had died was the same as the cat who had 
always taken care of her.  All she had known was that the woman had 
died protecting her, and that Io was gone.
   It had taken a while to sink in . . . the events of that day.  
Later, after she had returned to her lonely apartment and cried into 
her pillow, she would wonder why she had never checked as to what 
would happen to the woman . . . to Io.

   Present-day Lita sighed.  She supposed that it was her own fault 
that she had been unable to visit Io before now.  That, and that she 
had not lived in Tokyo before . . .  That day Io had been killed, the 
two of them had simply been visiting.  Shopping for a present for 
Ken's mother's birthday, if she remembered correctly.  Silently, she 
cursed her former self's desire to find something stylish in the city 
instead of settling for the cute items found in the shops in their 
town.  But then, it was far too late for regrets.
   Unknowingly, she strode past November on his way home.
   "Hey, Lita," he said, catching sight of her as they passed one 
another.
   "Oh, hello," she said, her smile full of melancholy.
   "Are you all right?" he asked solicitously, noting the black cat 
at her feet and the bouquet of flowers in her hand.
   "Yeah," she replied.  "Just on my way to the cemetery."
   He blinked.  "Want any company?"
   "Arigato, but . . . I think I have all the company I need right 
now."  She indicated the cat and tried to smile a trifle more 
happily.  "Don't worry about me, November."
   "Are you sure?" he asked her.
   She nodded.    "I'll see you around, okay?"
   "All right," he said, looking at her, his eyes steady.  "If you 
ever want to talk . . ."
   "I know," she replied.  "You're a good friend to be so concerned, 
November, but I'm a big girl.  I'm fine.  Now, go about your 
business."
   He nodded and continued on his way, Lita briefly watching him go.
   "You're lucky to have such a friend," Luna said suddenly at her 
feet.
   "I know," Lita said, with a little smile.  "I'm lucky to have all 
of you."

   Arriving at the cemetery ten minutes later, they located the grave 
almost immediately.  It was in the shade of several large oak trees.  
A simple plaque with no writing was placed there to mark the spot.
   They took a moment to pray, each alone with her own thoughts.
   "It's quiet, isn't it, Luna?"
   "Hai," Luna said, sitting down in the grass.  "Peaceful."
   Lita leaned back against a tree and looked up through the light-
spangled leaves to where the blue sky glimmered above.  "She would be 
pleased, wouldn't she, Luna?  She always loved nature."
   Luna shut her eyes.  "Today would be what Io would call a 
"picturebook picture."  Not too cold, not too hot, pretty as can be.  
A "picturebook picture.""
   "I miss her."
   "So do I."
   "Luna?"
   "Hmm?"
   "Why didn't you transform before we came here?"
   "Because," Luna said with a brief smile, "on our planet . . . our 
forms are usually those of cats.  The human-shape . . . is mostly in 
deference to those of your solar system.  Io and I spent most of our 
lives as cats.  I wonder if she would even recognize me if I was to 
change?"
   "She would know you, Luna.  I'm sure . . .  She would know from 
her heart."
   "As she knew you, Lita.  The moment she set eyes on you, I'm sure 
her heart was rejoicing in having found you."
   "I was five years old . . . could she possibly . . . ?"
   "She's known you a long time, Lita . . .  Two lifetime's worth of 
time.  How could she mistake anyone else for you?  You were always 
the most important one to her, Lita.  Because you were her life."

   Five year old Lita laughed, chasing the butterflies that 
frequented the park near her house.  Her net swung up through the air 
but missed the glittering butterfly.
   "Oooh!  I'll get you yet!" she declared loudly, determined to 
catch her prize.
   She ran forward, her mother yelling at her to be careful, but 
tripping over an upraised tree root, she fell to the ground with a 
thud.  Before tears could start, she felt the soft lick of a tongue 
on her cheek and opened her eyes to see two dark green ones looking 
back at her out of a furry, bewhiskered, brown face.
   "Ah, kitty!" she said, sitting up and taking the cat into her 
arms, placing it gingerly on her lap.  "Are you okay, kitty cat?"
   "Meow," the cat said, her eyes shining.
   If cats could cry, Lita would have been sure she saw tears 
glimmering in the emerald depths of her eyes.
   "You're awful beautiful, kitty.  Does anybody own you, kitty cat?"
   "Mew."
   "Will you be my kitty?" Lita asked, petting the cat and listening 
to the reverberant purr emanating from deep within the cat's chest.  
"Will you be my kitty for forever and forever?"
   "Meow."
   "What's your name?"  The little girl asked, staring deeply into 
the cat's beautiful eyes.
   
   When her mother came rushing up to her a moment later, the little 
girl looked up with wonder in her eyes, the cat cradled in her arms.  
"This is my new kitty, Mommy!  Her name is Io!"

   They were always together, Lita and Io.  She had gotten in trouble 
with her school the first day of school every year from kindergarten 
on up for trying to smuggle in Io.  She was always sounded scolded 
and told that cats belonged outside or at home but *definitely NOT* 
in the classroom.  Afterwards, she had always shrugged.  "Hadda try, 
after all!"

   In the summer of her eleventh year, Lita and her parents were on a 
flight headed for America where they were supposed to be vacationing.  
Io was tucked away in a cat carrier in the luggage area of the plane.  
The flight was proceeding smoothly when the plane hit an unexpected 
pocket of air turbulence.
   "Okaa-san!  I'm scared!" Lita wailed, snapping the oxygen mask 
that had just dropped from the ceiling over her face.
   "It's nothing to worry about, Lita.  Just a little bit of 
turbulence."
   "I'm worried about Io!"
   "I'm sure she's fine, Lita.  Stop fussing!"
   "Demo-"
   "Lita," her father said sternly, "don't cause a scene."
   The plane shook violently and the overhead lights flickered.
   A few of the passengers cried out and Lita shivered.  She had a 
*bad* feeling about this.
   "Everything is under control!" the intercom blared.  "Everyone, 
please keep calm."
   The plane shook again, and this time the windows rattled as though 
they were going to break.  Lita could have sworn that she heard a 
hissing sound . . . as though air was escaping.  The plane was 
heading sharply downward, she could tell by the extraordinary about 
of pressure pushing against her.  She knew that they were nowhere 
near an airport.  They were flying over the Pacific Ocean.
     She shut her eyes.  
   "Lita, daijobu?!" her mother asked, and Lita could hear the terror 
in the crack in her mother's voice.
   "Hai.  Daijobu," she lied.
   "It's going to be all right," her father chanted like a mantra.  
"It's going to be all right."
   The intercom blared to life with a crackle of static.  The voice 
seemed tightly controlled, but there was a nervousness beneath the 
bland tone that spoke of unparalleled terror.  "We are attempting a 
water landing.  Please remain calm and do not leave your seats.  Make 
sure that you are properly fastened in and brace yourselves.  Please 
put on the life-vests under your seats."
   Lita quickly put on the life-vest, then yanked out her plane 
headphones and plugged them into the jack in her armrest, changing 
the station until it was at the station for cockpit conversations.  
In their haste, the pilot and his staff had forgotten to turn the 
radio off.  As she settled the headphones over her ears, she wondered 
how long they had left.  There was no way they could perform a 
successful water landing . . . not when they were descending at such 
a phenomenal rate.
   "Dammit, Kutou!  Can't you do anything about the engine?!"
   "Engine number one is off-line, sir!  I can't do anything about 
it!  We can't do anything . . . half the control panel's shorted out.  
The water landing gear won't come on-line!"
   "We're descending too quickly anyway.  Kuso!"
   "There's no chance, sir?"
   "No chance.  Gomen nasai . . ."
   "Sayonara.  It's been a pleasure."
   Lita shut her eyes, silently reaching out for her mother's hand.  
Her mother took it and squeezed it hard, tears in her eyes.  "It's 
going to be okay, Lita," her mother whispered.  "We're going to get 
out of this one all right."
   "For being such a trooper," her father said, "I'll even get you 
that pony you wanted when we get back home, okay?"
   "Okay, Otou-san," she said quietly, trying to put as much 
conviction into her voice as she could for her parents who were 
still trying, blindly, to believe in a happy ending.
   "I love you," she whispered, wondering if it would be the last 
time she would ever say the words.  Her eyes were growing heavy.  The 
loss of cabin pressure . . .  
   They hit the water with enough force to instantly kill everyone on 
board. They had all passed out already, and their passage from one 
world to the next came to them like a dream.
   There were only two survivors.  An eleven year old girl, and a cat 
that had miraculously escaped from the wreckage of the plane.
   Lita vaguely remembered floating endlessly in the waves, choking 
on the salt water.  Sometimes there were strong arms supporting her . 
. . sometimes the simple lick of a tongue and a plaintive meow as the 
waves lapped against her.  She couldn't remember how she had escaped 
from the plane before it had sunk beneath the waves . . . perhaps she 
had escaped after it had already sunk?  But that was ridiculous . . .  
There would have been no way to survive the pressure.  But how had 
she survived the loss of cabin pressure?  How had Io, for that 
matter?
   She had fever dreams where she had been surrounded by a pack of 
circling sharks and a white light had emanated from whoever was with 
her . . . rippling outwards in a protective ring about the two of 
them.  It had been like magic.  She dreamed too, that a beautiful 
woman with long brown hair with a streak of white and deep emerald 
eyes had told her, "Lita, Lita . . . you can't die!  You're stronger 
than this!  You weren't born again to die . . .  Hold on to your life 
with both hands . . .  Wouldn't you, a Senshi, be ashamed to die like 
this?!  Where's the battle?  The sacrifice?!  This end is not for you 
. . .  I won't let you die this time, Lita!  Not this time . . ."
   When she finally awoke for real she was in a Japanese hospital, Io 
curled up at the foot of her hospital bed.  When she realized that 
but for Io, she was alone in the world . . . she cried.  Her tears 
were as salty as the sea she had been saved from.

   Her years in the orphanage were years that she chose not to 
remember.  Io had always been with her, and Lita had grown to depend 
on her far more than she ever had as a child.  Whenever she sobbed 
herself to sleep, Io was at her side, licking away her tears.  
Through all the hardships in her life, Io was her silent partner and 
confident and Lita could only fervently thank the kamis for the 
miracle of Io having survived.
   Her first day at her new school, the elementary school that all 
the younger orphans attended, she smuggled Io in as usual.  She was 
found out and scolded as usual, and Io deposited in a bush outside 
the classroom window.  The other children in class could not smother 
their giggles or whispers and looked at her slightly in askance, but 
she proudly looked away from them and kept to herself.
   During lunch period, several of the boys began hassling her and 
she did her best to defend herself as they yanked her bento box out 
her hands and dumped her lunch out on the ground, trampling all over 
it.  They pushed her to the ground with a sneer, but found the 
expressions on their faces erased as a tall sixth-grader approached.
   "Is there a problem here?" he asked, and they shrank back, clearly 
apprehensive.
   "Iie!"
   "Daijobu?" he asked Lita, offering her a hand up.
   She took it and stood.  "Yeah . . .  I'm okay."
   "Good."  He turned to the boys from Lita's class.  "I take it this 
won't happen again?"
   They nodded and ran off.
   "Thanks for the assist," Lita said, bemusedly.  "I'm Kino Lita.  
Fifth-grader!"
   "Shinozaki Kenji.  Sixth-grader.  Call me Ken, all my friends do."
   "Ken-kun, then," she said with a bright smile.  "How'd you manage 
to scare them all off?"
   "I've taken karate all my life and I guess I have a bit of a 
reputation."  He laughed a little nervously.
   "Can you teach me?" she asked, eyes wide.  "Can you teach me 
karate?"
   "I'm not really qualified, Kino-san."
   "Lita!" she said, winking.  "I return the favor."
   "Lita-san, then.  I think you'd do better with a real teacher."
   "Oh, please!  How 'bout just some self-defense then?"
   "Well . . . maybe."  He looked at her a moment.  "You might need 
it.  Okay!  Come on over to my house after class today!  Meet me by 
the front gate and I'll walk you."
   "Okay!"  She smiled.  

   She and Ken did indeed become friends.  Best friends.  And 
perhaps, a little more.  After she had known him a week, she cornered 
him in the park during one of their training sessions and kissed him, 
"because", she explained, "I don't want to die without having been 
kissed."
   "But Lita," he had protested gently, "you were the one doing the 
kissing."
   "Well, will you then?" she had asked heatedly.  "Will you kiss me, 
Ken?"
   "Not just yet," he had said with a smile.  "Not until it means 
something."
   In due time Lita became proficient enough in self-defense to make 
quite a reputation for herself.  It seemed that she was always 
getting into fights.
   "I might have done you more harm than good," Ken had said 
ruefully.
   She had shrugged off his concern, and had continued picking fights 
when she believed her cause just, fending off bullies, and accepting 
any sort of challenge to fight.  Problems at the orphanage and at 
school escalated.  It was a trying time for Lita, and only Ken and Io 
saw her through it.
   When spring rolled around, she settled down a bit and things 
seemed to go more smoothly for her.  She soon acquired a series of 
schoolgirl infatuations with seemingly every good-looking boy in 
school.  Ken and Io were rather taken aback by it, but when she 
finally acquired her first boyfriend and informed Ken about it, he 
smiled.  And then he kissed her.
   To say that she was shocked was an understatement.  To say that 
she didn't enjoy the kiss would be a lie.  However, it left her 
confused and without direction and struggling with her feelings, she 
asked her best friend, "Why did you do it?"
   "To see if it would mean anything to you, Lita.  This time 
around."
   She shook her head.  She already had a boyfriend now.  It wasn't 
right to do things like this . . . and Lita was a girl who knew very 
clearly the difference between right and wrong.  "Gomen nasai."
   "I see," he said.  "Then it's all right.  Because I wasn't the one 
meant for you, Lita."
   "Will you always be my Onii-chan then?  Will you always be there 
for me?"
   He broke into a smile.  "Yes, imouto.  Without fail."
   Ken kept that promise, supporting her through broken relationship 
after relationship, and she realized that she valued him more as a 
friend then she could ever feel for him as a lover.  It was then that 
she finally became confident in her choice.

   She and Io were released from the orphanage in her thirteenth 
year, the day of her birthday.  There had been a phone call that 
morning, and that afternoon Lita found herself with her own 
apartment, her own savings and checking account, and a monthly 
monetary payment to her.  She hadn't questioned it.  She had merely 
accepted it as a miracle and moved on.  Miracles were what kept her 
going, she supposed, amidst all the tragedy in her life.  She might 
question the tragedies, but never the miracles.

   Then there had come the day in the city . . .  The intersection . 
. . the red convertible and that chilling, still instant when her 
world seemed to shatter.  It was, as always, burned into her mind.  
She wondered, for the umpteenth time, why a miracle hadn't come that 
day . . . to save Io.
   
   She looked over at Luna's calm reverence.  
   A tear trickled down her cheek.  
   "Okay, Luna," Lita said, rising to her feet as she wiped her eyes.  
"I think it's time we headed back."
   Luna nodded.  "Hai."

   As Jed walked back to his apartment his mind wandered over the 
events that had occurred in the previous few months and those that 
had not.  Stopping, he leaned against a wall, his hands in his 
pockets, and stared out at the blue sky.    He sighed deeply.  
    a corner of his mind asked.
   
   "Yeah, that's it," he muttered to himself.  "Jed Raven doesn't 
matter at all . . .  It's Phoenix who has a Destiny.  No matter what 
I do . . .  I can never escape my past."
    he mused, thinking of the girl he had glimpsed that 
morning, 
   He pushed himself off the wall and resumed walking, passing by a 
large sign as he did so.
   He paused and looked at it.  "Hmmm.  Hikawa Jinja?  Hey . . . 
isn't this the shrine I ran past the other day?"  He winced at the 
memory of nearly knocking someone over.    With that thought firmly in 
mind, he began climbing the steps that led up to the shrine.
   Upon reaching the top, he observed the shrine with a great deal of 
astonishment.    He moved over to the giant 
bell and wondered if he ought to make a wish or a prayer.  He studied 
the bell for a moment.
   "What do you think you're doing here?!" the strident voice called 
out.  "I thought I told you that I never wanted to see you again!"
   Jed turned around, astonished, and came face to face with two 
black crows (which were promptly ignored) and a furious dark-haired, 
dark-eyed beauty.
   She backed away immediately upon seeing his face and began 
apologizing profusely.  "Gomen, gomen nasai!  I thought that you were 
someone else!  Gomen nasai!"
   Jed could only stare for an instant before recovering his wits.  
  "It's all 
right.  Really!  Didn't I bump into you the other day?"
   She paused, looking searchingly at him for a moment.  "Was that 
you?"
   "Yeah, gomen, sometimes I'm a bit of a klutz.  Uh, before this 
conversation gets too far off track . . .  Who are you?"
   She flushed and said in a meek and apologetic voice.  "I am Hino 
Raye.  Um . . . welcome to my shrine."
   "Arigato," he murmured.
   A confused expression suffused her face.  "For what?"
     Instead, he blurted out, 
staring at her beauty, "You have beautiful soul."
   Raye smiled, looking questioningly at the mysterious man, her face 
slightly flushed and her dark eyes sparkling.  "Do I?  My thanks for 
the compliment."
   "No thanks are needed for the truth."
   "I sense turmoil within you.  A fire that blazes out of control . 
. ." Raye whispered the words without quite knowing why.
   Their gazes met and locked.  "I sense that same fire in *you*," 
Jed replied, drawn to her by more than her cryptic comment.
   "Then perhaps we are in the same in more ways than one."
   Jed's eyes lingered on her face, the beautiful dark eyes and 
delicately sculpted features.  Then, he took the next step.  He 
panicked.  "I have to go . . ."  He turned and all but ran down the 
steps.
   "All right," Raye said in confusion.  "Come again!" she called.
   "I will . . . Hino Raye."  Jed looked at her for a moment, his 
eyes dark and intense, catching her own and arresting them.  "I will 
come and see you again."
   She smiled uncertainly.  "Good . . . that would be . . . nice."
   It was only after he had left that she realized that he hadn't 
said that he would come and see the shrine but *her*.
   And her heart leapt a beat.

    was the thought that drove her 
as she mixed the magicks in her mind, and wove in the energy patterns 
that she would need.  Drawing from her share in Earth's power, she 
tapped into lines of mana that had heretofore been and still ought, 
by all rights, be closed to her.
   
   Rill concentrated, her eyes tightly shut as she focused her 
energy.  A stone formed in the palm of her hand.  Dark green and 
black light seemed to flicker over it in violent ripples as she 
watched.
   "You can sense them, can't you?" she crooned to the stone.  "You 
can sense those of Earth . . . the ones linked to this planet.  Seek 
them out for me . . . bring them to me.  The Four Guardians of Earth.
   "I want my playthings returned to me."
   She licked her lips, concentrating on the stone.
   "Jed Raven.  Light November.  Zephyr Mist.  Kenneth Knight.  Bring 
them to me . . .  Now!"

   Four sets of eyes opened in the darkness, dreams interrupted, 
sleep fled beyond recall.
   But they had been awakened without waking, they were conscious 
without consciousness.  Their eyes stared blankly out from their 
faces as they rose from their beds to answer the siren call of the 
stone.
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   Serena sat on the edge of the park fountain, her only illumination 
the street lamps nearby.  It was 1:30 AM, Monday morning.  She had 
school in another few short hours, but there was a Senshi meeting 
scheduled for the Game Center at 2:00 AM.  They had begun having 
these nightly meetings in recent days so their sleeping patterns 
could adjust and they could get some needed practice in sneaking out 
of the house late at night.  They could all sense that in the future 
their enemies would most likely begin attacking more at night than 
during the day.
   'It only makes sense,' Luna had said.  'Who's going to resist when 
they're sleeping?  And there's a lower chance of us being involved, 
right?'
   It was also easier to meet in the underground base at night, when 
no one was around.  There was less of a chance of being discovered.
   After the meeting they would train for an hour or two and go back 
to bed.
   "All in order to be stronger," she whispered, staring at her 
hands.
   Luna strolled by on her way to Crown Game Center.  "What are you 
doing here so late, Serena?  The Senshi meeting doesn't start for 
another half an hour."
   "Contemplating."
   "Oh, that's al-"  Wait a second.  The cat quickly backpedaled.  
"You're WHAT?!"
   "Contemplating."
   "Are you sick?  Do you have a fever?"
   "No, Luna.  Why does everyone keep asking me that?!  It's like you 
all think I don't have a brain or something.  I'm just wondering . . 
.  Why d'you suppose the enemy wants to attack us anyway?  I mean . . 
. what's their purpose?  And why do all of us have to be caught up in 
this?"
   Luna fell silent.
   "Tough, huh?"
   "Keep at it."
   "At what?"
   "Contemplating."
   "Oh."
   The two sat quietly next to one another, thinking.
   "How was it?" Serena asked after several minutes had passed by.
   "It was fine," Luna said, looking at her charge.  "I think Io 
would have approved."
   "And you really didn't want me to come?"
   "No, Lita and I . . .  It was something we had to do, you see."
   "I know."  Pause.  "Still, Onee-chan . . ."
   "Yes?"
   "You know I'm always there for you, ne?"
   "Yes, Serena.  I know.  Thank you."  Luna smiled, placing a paw on 
Serena's leg.  
   Serena smiled and stroked her head until Luna began to purr in 
contentment.  The girl's eyes were still troubled, however.
   
   "Imouto," Luna said, her neck craned so she could look up at 
Serena.  "I can tell by the look on your face that you're worrying.  
Don't.  Stop it right now.  You've been doing - much as I hate to 
admit it - a pretty fine job up until now.  There's no cause for 
concern.  And your actions the other night really impressed me."
   Serena nodded, forcing the fingers that must have stilled long 
moments ago back to work as she petted her mentor.  Luna settled back 
down in her lap and Serena went back to worrying.
   
   "Serena!"
   The cat's voice jerked her back into awareness.
   "You have a very busy mind at times, it seems.  Tell it to stop 
overreacting.  A cat would like a moment to herself to rest without 
someone else's ludicrous babble interfering with her own thoughts, 
thank you."
   "Gomen."
   "And Serena . . . our self-doubts are our own greatest enemy.  If 
you can overcome them, I'm sure that you can overcome just about 
anything."
   "Arigato . . . Luna-neechan."  This time her smile was genuine.

   Amy sighed, looking around at her fellow Senshi who were settling 
down in their seats.  Well, Serena and Raye seemed to be in a hair-
pulling and squabbling contest, but at least Lita was sitting down 
calmly.  Or was she asleep?
   "Ahem."  Amy coughed to get their attention.
   They ignored her.
   She coughed louder.
   Zero percent recognition.
   She slammed her geography book down on the table (having brought 
it in hopes of salvaging some study time).
   That shut Serena and Raye up and effectively woke Lita.  All eyes 
turned to Amy.
   "Can we get started with this Senshi meeting now?" she asked 
sweetly.
   Three heads nodded in startled unison.
   "Well, recent developments are cause for concern," she began.  
"Serena-chan, please transform and produce your new sceptre."
   Serena did so with a minimum of fuss.  Amy stuck some sensors on 
it which she had evidently dug up in a drawer somewhere in the base 
and let the wand sit off to one side as the computers analyzed it.
   "So far, all we know about this new item is that it is composed of 
and emanates a combination of Moon and Earth mana.  Apparently, the 
Earth half of the mana was created from Tuxedo Kamen which leads to 
the question of "Who is he really?".  He doesn't seem to be one of 
the Guardians.  Sailor Earth is, so far, the only other known 
possessor of Earth mana.  She has made use of this in the past to 
affect the Guardians.  Since the nature of Sailor Moon's new weapon 
is unknown, it must remain suspect for now."
   "Sailor Moon, with your new transformation you can create an 
energy disk with your tiara again, correct?"
   "Hai."
   "And the rest of us have new, improved attacks," Amy mused for a 
moment.  "All right.  I'll have to check as to the new power levels 
of our attacks as opposed to the old ones.  Are the rest of you 
capable of using your old attacks again?"
   Raye and Lita nodded.
   "I . . . think so," Raye said slowly.
   Amy made a note on her notepad.  "Okay, we'll have to check that 
out."
   Looking at the next topic on her notepad, she said, "Guardian 
Dragon was also missing from the last fight.  I found that a little 
odd, but it might explain why Lita was unable to transform before 
Luna's timely deliverance of our new henshin wands.  According to the 
computer data, he was probably the one who was mostly blocking your 
power, Lita-chan."
   "That bastard!  I'll kill him!"
   "Lita-chan, calm down!  It was Sailor Earth's doing, remember?"
   "Oh.  Right."
   "Now then, it seems that the Guardians were able to reverse 
whatever Sailor Earth did to them, which means that they themselves 
became aware of the problem.  All to the good.
   "What is NOT good at all is the current situation as I see it.  
All of our disparate enemies were working against us last time . . . 
and it was almost to our downfall.  I'm not sure if they're 
*actually* all allies, but whatever they are, it seems clear that 
they can agree on at least *one* matter.  Eliminating *us*."
   "Amy-chan, I have a question," Serena said.
   "Yes?"
   "Remember how you identified the two enemies on the computer as 
being the blue-haired guy and the pink-haired female?"
   "Yes?"
   "It *was* the two of them.  Why was the probability of one of them 
being the pink-haired girl only 27.64% or whatever?"
   "27.63," Amy corrected absently.  "I don't really know.  One 
explanation could be that her energy patterns had changed so much 
that absolute identification could be near impossible."  Her brows 
furrowed as she thought over the implications.  "Whatever the case, 
I'm sure the reason isn't anything that'll help *us* any."
   "I suppose not."
   "Girls," Luna interjected, "it's getting late.  Put in an hour of 
training in the park and go home to bed."
   "Hai!" they chorused, getting to their feet.

   The Guardians stepped within the mystic circle Rill had drawn on 
the floor of an abandoned building.  The energy inside the circle 
crackled with power that washed over them.  Earthen power to be sure, 
but it was as far from the source of their own powers as the darkest 
of nights is from the brightest of days.
   "So," she murmured from the darkness outside the circle, stepping 
forward to meet them, "you've finally come."
   They stood, unmoving.
   "Oh," she murmured, looking at them curiously, "how delicious you 
are.  I didn't notice it before . . .  Of course, none of you can 
match up to Darien, but I can enjoy you regardless."  Her lips curved 
in a dangerous smile.  "Oh, yes, I can enjoy you . . . once I have 
what I *really* want from you, your energy, mind, body, and soul 
shall be all mine."
   She laughed.  "How easy it was to bring you here . . .  How 
simple.  You have no defenses against me, do you?  Not when I control 
the power of Earth.  Let us proceed swiftly so that I may taste your 
energy . . . claim you as my own.  You refused me once . . . but 
never again."
   Touching the stone that floated before her, she said softly, 
"Somewhere behind those blank expressions your minds might be 
screaming for rescue, but no one will come for you this time.  I 
chose this place for a reason.  This building has been abandoned for 
fifty years.  No one uses this place except for the rats.  Here, we 
are as far from civilization and notice as we would be in the midst 
of the wilderness.  My magic has been cast all throughout this area.  
Earth amplifies and carries my power as you well know.  Everyone will 
turn a blind eye to anything I do here.  So you see, there is no help 
for you.  Cease resisting . . . give your minds over to me."
   She placed a hand on Zephyr's head.  "What?  Still resisting, 
Guardian?"
   She whirled away and cupped her hands an inch beneath where the 
stone hovered.  It began to glow more brightly and she turned 
satisfied red eyes on them.  "Earth is giving me power.  It knows 
that I am the only true wielder of its strength.
   "Sleep, Guardians.  Let your consciousnesses fall into the silent 
abyss.  Sleep.  Do not dream.  Let only the power within you wake to 
hear me.  I seek only that.  Let the Earthen power rise to the 
surface.  You are but vessels for that power . . .  I will have what 
I want from you."
   Any remaining light in their eyes dimmed and Rill felt the 
desperate struggle of their minds to retain control fade into 
nothingness.
   "Can't you feel it?" she murmured seductively.  "The pulse of 
Earth itself?"
   The four of them stared at her, mesmerized.
   "Can't you feel it calling you?  You were born from Earth . . .  
Why don't you return to it?  To me?"
   Slowly, slowly, a light began to glow around each of their chests.  
Brilliantly, flaringly green.
   "Yes," she whispered, "return to me, my Guardians.  I am the true 
ruler of Earth . . .  Your true master.  Become my servants . . .  I 
will make good use of you.  My cause is yours . . .  The world will 
be ours once again . . ."
   The glow intensified, and shapes began to emerge from their chests 
. . .  Green stones . . .
   "Jadeite," she murmured crooningly.  "Nephrite, Zoisite, and . . . 
Kunzite."
   They took unsteady steps toward her, their eyes bright with an 
unnatural sheen and completely unseeing . . . glowing blankly with 
power.
   She moved towards them, her hand outstretched with the stone above 
it.
   And a streak of red light flashed down, shattering the stone as it 
burned past her hand and embedding itself in the ground.  Its form 
resolved into that of a rose as Rill drew her hand back with a hiss.  
"Endymion . . ."
   "No," the familiar voice called . . .  "Not yet.  There are those 
who still sleep . . ."
   "ENDYMION!" she screamed, looking up at where the shadowy figure 
stood, outlined against the dark sky by the silver moonlight.
   "Do you dare say his name?" Tuxedo Kamen asked softly, 
dangerously.  "Do you dare try to invoke him?  His power is not yours 
. . .  It exceeds it.  His is the true power . . . yours is but a 
dark shadow."
   "I am of the bloodline of Earth!" she screamed.  "I am the 
successor!  The true heir to the throne!  The power given to the 
Royal Family is mine!"
   "It is true," he said slowly, "that you are of the Earthen 
bloodline . . . as it is true that the blood you possess is that 
tainted line that was banished long ago by the Kings of Earth.  The 
impure of heart do not lay claim on Earth or its power."  His blue 
eyes were dark and cold.  "She is the mother . . . you the errant 
child.  Repent, Beryl, daughter of the shadows!  Repent . . . and you 
may yet live."
   "Chaos bore me," she seethed.  "Bore me and gave me shape and 
form.  Gave me purpose.  I will not rest until I possess all the 
power of Earth . . . until all the planets of this solar system . . . 
this universe bow before me as their ultimate ruler.  Until those of 
the White Moon are destroyed."
   "Do you hate so much?"
   "I will destroy you too, Endymion . . . if you seek to oppose me.  
Destroy you and everything that you love.  That girl-child . . .  I 
will pierce her heart and crush it, still beating, in her chest."
   "Even so," he murmured, "even so . . . she will still triumph over 
you, Beryl.  Her eyes are clear . . .  Her heart is pure.  You cannot 
win against that which you cannot understand.  You cannot win against 
love."
   "Do you speak of love?  You, who cannot love?  You are the shadow 
now!  I see you, but there is no substance behind you.  He is 
projecting you . . . but because his heart is divided, you have no 
real strength.  You cannot oppose me like this, Endymion . . .  And 
if you ever finally find the courage to choose . . . it will be too 
late."
   She smiled.  "You cannot win."
   "Perhaps not.  But what I *can* do, I will!  Guardians of Earth, 
Four Who Guard . . . awaken to your true selves!  Earth herself 
commands you in the name of your prince . . .  Cast off all 
enchantments!  Purify she who defiles the ground beneath and the sky 
above . . . the clear water that flows.  I charge you thus!"
   Then he vanished in a blaze of light.
   Beryl whirled about with a curse to face her four captives, only 
to find them still staring blankly ahead.  She let out a short laugh.  
"So is *this* all you are capable of now, Endymion?!"

   Deep within the Guardians' psyches awoke a dream.
   Their own voices spoke within them.

   She's running . . .
   Running . . .
   Running to me.

   Calling . . .
   Calling me . . .

   There are tears in her eyes.

   -Why are you crying?-

   -Didn't you hear me?  For so long I have been calling, crying out 
to you.  I've waited so long.  Didn't you hear me, beloved?  You 
promised that you wouldn't forsake me this time . . . that this time 
we would be together forever.  Did you forget that promise?-

   -No.  I didn't forget.  I'll never forget.  For you alone was that 
promise made.  I wanted . . . to live for you.-

   The four Guardians blinked in unison.  
   Beryl stepped back, snarling, "So he got through to you after 
all?"
   They looked about in confusion for an instant and she took that 
opportunity to fling her henshin wand into the air and shout, "EARTH 
POWER, MAKEUP!"
   The Guardians took that as their signal to power up, their armour 
appearing instantly about them in four blazes of light.
   Then the two sides were facing off, Sailor Earth smiling, "I will 
give you one last chance to join me . . .  It would be a shame to 
destroy you so needlessly."
   "SOUL PHOENIX FIRE BURN!"
   The fire flared out, flame tendrils reaching out as she leapt 
away.
   "Does *that* answer that question?!" Phoenix yelled.
   "Indeed.  I *had* hoped that you would be more reasonable."
   "In your dreams!" Dragon spat.
   "SPIRIT MIND UNICORN WATER PURIFY!"
   Again she leapt away, but then Zephyr nodded.  "It's been 
confirmed at any rate.  Go to attack plan B!"
   The other three nodded.
   "Gotcha!"
   A series of explosions followed as their rapid-fire attacks chased 
Sailor Earth across the length of the building.  One of them blew a 
hole in the wall through which Earth escaped, the Guardians quickly 
following suit.

   No!
   No . . . no . . . Goddess . . . the pain is a flame . . . burning 
through my body . . . a fire I can't fight.
   The cold, slick wetness dripping down the side of my face . . . my 
arms . . . my legs . . . I can smell it.  The stench of my own life's 
blood.  Why does the pain . . . the searing never end?
   I can't move my arms . . . my legs . . .
   My eyelids are heavy, too heavy to lift.  Why can't I die?
   "Rei."
   Why does that voice come to me now?  Why does it . . .
   "Rei."
   Go away!  I don't want to hear you.
   Death.
   I want my death to come to me swiftly.  I want to be free of my 
guilt . . . my shame . . . free of the sense of failure . . . of 
obligation.  I want to be free of it all!
   The tricks my mind plays can't stir me into any semblance of life.  
I won't believe . . . I can't believe that he's come for me.
   It's too cruel.  Not after I . . . not after I . . .
   "Rei."  The voice is louder now, more urgent.  Desperate and 
despairing.
   No.  Go AWAY!  I want to die . . . to slip into a dreamless, 
hopeless death.  I don't want to be toyed with like this by my own 
mind.  The mind that longs for what can never be again.
   "Rei.  Wake up!"
   Why . . . ?
   "Open your eyes . . .  REI!"
   Why . . . ?
   "For the love of Serenity, if ever you loved me . . . LOOK AT 
ME!!!"
   The awful sense of foreboding . . . of a world about to end . . . 
of all my dream shattering . . .
   Why . . . ?
   My eyes snapped open to meet desperate, despairing blue.
   And despite it all . . . I wanted to smile.  Because he *had* come 
for me . . . despite everything . . .
   But my first glimpse of heaven was my last.
   "Ja-"
   The blade came down, shining in the light.
   And in the end . . . it was swift and beautiful.
   There was blood . . . pain . . . fire . . . a fire filling me . . 
. burning me . . . engulfing me in flame.  And then I was free . . . 
and I fell down . . . down . . . down from the dark crystal spire 
that had bound me . . . down to the ground . . . to the fragile 
shattered remnants of my dream.
   And the fire rose around me . . . burning away everything . . . 
the unreality of it all . . . the wielder of the sword who cried out 
as his flesh melted away . . . the sky was lit with fire . . . and I 
clutched the golden head to my breast . . . kissingly closed the 
sightless blue eyes as tears ran unceasingly down my cheeks.
   Yes, now I was dead.
   But it was a death more painful than I could have ever imagined.

   The beeping woke her, tears still streaming down her cheeks.  Her 
hand shook as she picked up her communicator, but not as much as her 
voice as she answered.
   "H . . . Hai?"
   "Sorry to wake you again tonight, but, Raye-chan, get down here!  
Sailor Earth is attacking and-"
   *Hiccup*
   "Raye?  Are you *crying*?"
   "Iie!  Of c-course not, Odango-For-Brains!  I'll . . . I'll be 
right there!"
   "Okay, look, it's in the warehouse district . . .  *Again*, I 
know!  Luna sensed it first and woke me up.  We're almost there and I 
can see the explosions from here-"
   "You're calling while running along the rooftops?!"
   "Of course!"
   "Be careful!  You know you can't run and do other things at the 
same time!"
   "Haha, very funny!  Whoops!  Slipped a little there.  Anyway, 
Amy's sending the directions to all the communicators.  I have to get 
going now.  See you soon?"
   "Y-Yeah!  Of course!"
   "Ja."
   -Click-
   Raye closed the communicator and stared out the window for a long 
instant, when she pulled out her henshin wand . . . she was still 
shaking.

   "GUARDIANS!" Rill shrieked.  "You were created to serve *ME*!"
   "Wrong!  We swore no allegiance to you!  We were created to serve 
our Prince and no other.  So return to whatever hole in the ground 
you crawled out of!"
   Rill snarled.  "So be it, Guardians . . .  It is your time to 
DIE!"
   "I take it back," Zeph muttered.
   "What?" Nev replied.
   "She's got the lamest battle cry.  Hands down."
   "Agreed."

   "I WON'T allow you to disturb the sleep of everyone in this city!" 
Sailor Moon announced from a nearby roof, Luna behind her.  "Ai to 
segai no, sailor-fuku bishoujo Senshi, Sailor Moon!  Tsuki ni 
kawatte, oshiokyo!"
   "Sailor Moon!" Unicorn called.  "Nice of you to join the party!"
   Sailor Earth let loose an ear-splitting scream of frustration.  
"When will I ever be rid of you?!"
   Sailors Mercury and Jupiter showed up moments later, followed by a 
very late Sailor Mars.  While they were all shouting out their 
speeches, the Guardians took that time to discuss their plans.
   "Now seems like a good time to put Plan B in action!" Unicorn said 
with a wink.
   "Oh, I agree," Griffin smiled.  "You think you can handle it, 
Phoenix?"
   He winked.  "Leave it to me!"
   They spread out, unbeknowst to the rather irritated Sailor Earth, 
so that she was the center point of the box that they formed with 
each standing as one of the corners.  It was much like the circle she 
had lured their subconsciousnesses into earlier, a magical shape 
within which they could concentrate their powers.

   Plan B was what Zephyr liked to call their plan of using Sailor 
Earth's ability to affect their energy with her own in reverse.  
(Since no one can remember the real name!-Zephyr)
   'After all,' he had said, 'it stands to reason that if she can 
affect us easing Earth mana . . . we can affect her.  The next 
opportunity we have . . . let's put it to the test.'
   'With what?' Keth had demanded testily.
   'The Purification Ritual, of course,' Zephyr said, citing the 
ancient Earthen ritual used against demons and the like.  'Well, with 
some modifications,' he had amended rather hastily at the pale looks 
on his companions' faces.  'I'm sure you'd rather *not* cut her 
heart/comparable organ out and bottle it, ne, Jed?'
   Jed had swallowed.  'At least I don't have to eat it.'
   It turned out that none of them remembered the ritual all that 
well, but they adapted what they collectively *did* remember with 
regards to the formation, patterns of energy flow, and phrasing to 
create their *own* version of it, which would hopefully, as Zeph was 
apt to say, "prove itself in a pinch."
   Since Plan B was their best chance at cutting off Sailor Earth's 
source of power and neutralizing her as a foe, they were all willing 
to try it.

   Guardians Griffin, Phoenix, Dragon, and Unicorn gathered their 
energies together, Griffin using his skill to overlap and weave them 
together like a type of magical netting, as they sent them out.  They 
landed over Sailor Earth and wrapped around her, trapping her tightly 
in the individual strands of energy as they twisted and fused 
together.
   Earth screamed as the energy about her began to crackle.
   "Now, Phoenix!" Griffin shouted.  "The Purification Ritual!"
   "Right!" Phoenix replied.  He bent to one knee, his cloak flowing 
around him and deepening to a deep shade of crimson from its regular 
slate-grey color.  His hair also deepened to a brilliant shade of 
copper and bronze as did his eyes.
   The Senshi watched with startled fascination as he folded his 
hands in the gesture of prayer and bent his head.  He began to chant.  
"I, Guardian Phoenix of Earth, heralding from the Realm of Soul, do 
beseech the Guardian Souls of Earth, seven who shall arise, to give 
forth thy power unto my use for my need is great."
   Phoenix gritted his teeth as power flowed from seven distant 
sources to coalesce within him and add strength to his aura.  He felt 
the brunt of the energy and struggled to find the control within 
himself to keep the excess of energy safely contained.  Suddenly it 
was back within his control and his own strength seemed to have 
increased considerably.  He turned his head to glance briefly in 
Dragon's direction and saw that the dark-haired Guardian's 
concentration seemed to be focused inward.
    Phoenix mused to himself 
for an instant before directing his attention back to the situation 
at hand.
   "Remove the jeweled trappings of Earth from this Soul!  Leave it 
as barren of Earthen power as when it acquired its false strength.  
We, the Four Who Guard, protectors of this Planet Earth, do beseech 
you in the name of our once and future King, Endymion . . . to remove 
the pretender in our midst!  For the Soul of Earth falsely used in 
this body . . . *PURIFY*!"
   Sailor Earth struggled, and dark energy flared up around her.  The 
earth shook violently, a chasm splitting the ground nearby and 
causing a nearby building to sink into its depths.  The Guardians 
each fell to their knees, unable to control their shaking.  Phoenix 
found himself kneeling on both knees and struggled to keep his 
concentration.
   "Damn it!" he shouted.  "It's no good!  She's not relinquishing 
her hold on the power."
   Unicorn moved to his side in two leaps and a bound, Griffin 
compensating for the move my adjusting his own position so that Beryl 
was within an equilateral triangle.  Unicorn placed a hand on 
Phoenix's shoulder to steady himself more than anything.  "It's not 
just part of Earth's Soul that has to be Purified, Phoenix," he said, 
his eyes scanning the information scrolling on his visor screen.  
"It's Earth's Spirit as well.  It's Will . . ."
   "That's your department!" Phoenix snapped.
   "Right!  I'll handle it . . .  But she's too strong right now . . 
."
   "I can't hold her for much longer!" Griffin roared, the ground 
underneath him still rattling.  "My concentration's shot!  Whatever 
she's doing to the earth is weakening the energy bonds.  Hurry up!"
   Dragon growled out that he was losing his concentration as well 
and the other colors mingled with Phoenix's aura seemed to waver in 
agreement.
   Phoenix and Unicorn exchanged a look.
   "Sailor Senshi!" Unicorn shouted.  "Can you hit her?  Hard?!"
   "Can we ever!" Jupiter replied, eager for the chance to actually 
*do* something.  She hated being on standby.
   Sailor Moon nodded, realizing that whatever the Guardians were 
attempting to do had, as of yet, to render the desired results.  
"Right, team!  Let's go!"
   "Moon Princess HALATION!"
   "Sparkling Wide PRESSURE!"
   "Shine Aqua Illusion!"
   "Burning Mandala!"
   The attacks struck Sailor Earth as one and she screamed more in 
anger than in pain as she tried to gather enough strength to repel 
them.  In doing so, the earth ceased its violent shakings and the 
Guardians were able to concentrate once more.
   The Sailor Senshi kept up their attacks, Sailor Earth trying 
desperately to ward herself against them and retaliate.  The greater 
part of her attention being directed towards the Senshi, her efforts 
to stave off the Guardians' ritual were considerably weakened.
   Phoenix and Unicorn nodded at one another and Unicorn began.
   "I, Guardian Unicorn of Earth, heralding from the Realm of Spirit, 
contend that the Spirit of the earth should not dwell within this 
Senshi.  For it was never Earth's Will that a Senshi should arise to 
defend it.  For Mother Earth has no need of such a protector in the 
Four Realms of its Lord Prince, Endymion!"
   Together they spoke:
   "We, the Four Who Guard, protectors of this Planet Earth, do 
beseech you in the name of our once and future King, Endymion . . . 
to remove the pretender in our midst!"
   "For the Soul of Earth falsely used in this body . . ." Phoenix 
repeated.
   "And for the Spirit of Earth . . ."
   "All evil shall be undone from Earth and from this most unworthy 
daughter shall all Earth retreat.  Thus shalt we greatly endeavour to 
redress the grievance and for the wound we shalt . . . *PURIFY*!"
   Earth's henshin wand appeared, floating in front of Sailor Earth, 
as the energy she had been gathering evaporated along with the energy 
net that held her.  She stumbled forward a step and reached out a 
hand for the wand.  But before she could touch it, the henshin wand 
exploded with a burst of black electricity and Rill's agony-filled 
shriek as her Sailor Earth fuku dissipated into its constituent 
molecules.  She fell to her knees as black ribbons flickered in and 
out around her, her regular clothes forming about her.  Her earth 
sign glowed erratically then finally faded.
   She turned glowing red eyes on the Senshi.  "YOU!  You will PAY 
DEARLY for this!"  Her gaze shifted to the Guardians who were gazing 
steadily back at her.  She snickered and her lips curled maliciously. 
"*I* am the only TRUE RULER OF EARTH!  NO ONE will stand against me!  
I shall return and when I do, all of you will be BEGGING for 
DEATH!!!"
   With that, she vanished, leaving everyone else to stare silently 
at the spot that she had occupied but moments before.
   "There goes one very disturbed woman," Phoenix commented dryly.
   "Indeed," Griffin replied as the Guardians turned about and began 
walking away.
   "Wait!" Sailor Moon called.
   They halted.  "Yes?" Griffin asked carefully, his back to them 
all.
   "Will you . . . will you always help us?  Are you on our side?"
   Griffin shut his eyes wearily, though they could not see it, and 
replied in a cool voice, "We serve our leader.  That is all."
   "Oh . . ."
   "Sailor Moon?"
   "Huh?"
   "If you have need of us . . . we will be there."
   "Thank you."
   "I need not be thanked.  In serving you, I am serving him.  It is 
the closest that we will get for a while."

   The shadowy form of Tuxedo Kamen suppressed a grimace.    And on that thought, he faded away.

   Atop the roof of a building halfway across the city, the four 
Guardians stood, the events of the evening running through their 
minds.
   "Did you feel his presence?" Kenneth asked, his grey eyes intense 
with suppressed emotion.  "He was guiding us!"
   "Yes, it was almost his energy."  Zephyr turned troubled eyes on 
his leader.  "But not quite."
   "As we are not the same as we were before . . . so is he 
different."
   "But why conceal himself from us?  Why not summon us to his side?" 
Jed's voice was filled with frustration.
   "More than any of us . . . he is in danger.  It is possible that 
like us, he has yet to fully awaken." November's voice said calmly.
   Kenneth nodded.  "The time for waiting is over . . .  Now, we must 
act.  The only way we will ever find our prince is by actively 
searching for him, and until we find him, we cannot ignore our 
duties.  To this world, to these people, and to each other.  Are you 
with me?"
   "Hai."
   "Then pledge yourselves to serve and protect this world and its 
High Prince . . . repeat the ancient vows that our ancestors swore."
   Zephyr spoke first.  "In this, the time of peace . . ."
   Jed followed.  "In this, the time of war . . ."
   November intoned, "In this, the time of troubles . . ."
   Kenneth continued, "We pledge ourselves . . ."
   "To lay down our lives in the name of our Prince . . ."
   "Our kingdom . . ."
   "Our world . . ."
   "And this solar system . . ."
   All four spoke as one, "To protect from threats within and without 
. . .  Let the power of our mother Earth be granted unto us in as 
full a measure as we can possess . . . to be used in defense of this 
world and its ruler . . .

                              Endymion.

We hereby swear ourselves, Guardians of the Golden Kingdom of Earth."
   "Guardian Phoenix!"
   "Guardian Dragon!"
   "Guardian Unicorn!"
   "Guardian Griffin!"
   "We are the Four Who Guard, keepers and guardians of Earth.  
Protect us Great Mother to whom we owe life, Planet Earth.  Let this 
be a spell to bind us for all time.  Here, do we renew our vows, in 
the manner of our ancestors . . . in the manner of ourselves."

   Green auras rose up and surrounded the four of them, intermixing 
and flowing together until they had but one aura, that of the earth.  
As they each took one step back from the circle, their aura's color 
abruptly shifted.
   Jed's from green to a blazing crimson.
   November's from green to a dark pine green.
   Zephyr's from green to a frosty blue-white.
   Kenneth's from green to silver with flickerings of gold.


   "And thus are we bound," Kenneth's voice said in the silence that 
followed.
   "Until such a time as you find your prince?" a female voice asked 
softly.
   The four men whirled, their auras blazing up as they took 
defensive positions.
   "YOU?" Kenneth asked in disbelief.
   "Hai, Kunzite, in this life known as Kenneth Knight . . . it is 
I."

To be continued . . .


   Okay, who's the mystery girl?  I'm not telling! See if you can 
guess . . .

Apologies for taking *SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO* long (Ack!  Over a *YEAR* . 
. . and I promised you wouldn't have to wait that long . . .  *Sob 
sob*  I really did try, but Senior Year of High School was really 
hectic!  Not to mention that I moved 3000 miles this summer and was 
without an internet connection for an abysmally long period of time.  
On the plus side, University of California, Berkeley, which I started 
attending in the Fall (Go Bears!) ^_- has a *very* speedy connection!  
^_^  Anyway, this year there's been a lot of stuff going on that I'd 
rather not go into, not the least of which was my computer deciding 
that it wanted to go insane . . .  ^^;;;) to get this part out. This 
is going to be the last new part of "IAL:TLB" for a while (Gomen 
nasai!!!  I know you're mad.  :( *Especially* since it took me THIS 
long to GET this part out!). . . at least until I'm mostly through 
"IAL:GB."  'Cause, it's like this, you see . . .  Since "IAL:GB" 
comes before "IAL:TLB" everything that happens in *that* season has a 
REALLY big impact on this season and on subsequent ones.  So in order 
not to confuse myself or mess up the plot that I have planned, please 
bear with me and support "IAL:GB"!  Thank you!  Oh, and yes, I will 
try and keep up with "C&K" as well.  It might not seem like it, but I 
*am* working on all of them all of the time . . .  Hopefully you'll 
be able to see the results soon.  ^_-  My New Year's Resolutions this 
year were to keep in touch/get back in contact with all my long-
neglected friends (*sniffle* Love you all!), reply promptly to all e-
mails, write as much and as quickly as possible, and at the very 
least keep my webpage updated as to my writing status!  Hmmm . . . 
Oh, and try to do well in my classes of course.  ^_^;;;

For those disappointed by the *TOTAL* lack of Fiore, Ailan, and Ann 
and the *almost* total lack of Darien in this Episode, rest assurred 
that the rest of the season will focus on them alone as the only 
major villains.  Rill will certainly be back, but the joint efforts 
of the Sailor Senshi and the Guardians have certainly put her out of 
commission for *quite* a while.

Also, for those disappointed by the quality of this piece, all I can 
say is, once again, apologies!  It went from a non-realized recap 
episode, to a let's-remember-our-tragic-pasts episode-and-not-
actually-move-forward-with-the-plot episode *without* my cooperation 
and *with* much bewilderment.  Matters I had hoped to address and 
didn't even touch on will be dealt with in future episodes.  The plot 
will pick up after this point, since (not counting the oh-so-short-
and-mostly-written epilogue) this episode marks the halfway point in 
"IAL" season one!  Finally!!!!  ^_^  Can you believe this is my 
fourth year writing this series and I'm still on season one?  ^^;;;  
But HEY at least I'm *still* writing it!  Hmmm, at this rate it'll 
take me, um, 44 more years or so to finish.  ^^;;;;

I'm so depressed . . .

-Fushigi Kismet, January 13, 2001



*The Democratic Liberal Party/DLP is the political party that Rei's 
father belonged to in the manga.


Usa Serena/Tsukino Usagi
Mamo Darien/Chiba Mamoru
Anderson-Mizuno Amy/Mizuno Ami
Hino Raye/Hino Rei
Kino Lita/Kino Makoto
Mist Zephyr/Zoisite
Raven Jed/Jadeite
Light November/Nephrite
Knight Kenneth/Kunzite
Luna/Luna
A(i)lan Galaxy/Ail Ginga
Ann Galaxy/Ann Ginga
Fiore Et/Fiore
Doom Tree/Makujii
Bell Rill/Beryl
Mystery Girl/Guess!
Shinozaki Kenji/Shinozaki
Io/ORIGINAL CHARACTER
Kaidou/Kaidou
Seira/ORIGINAL CHARACTER
Ruriko/ORIGINAL CHARACTER
Kutou/Original Character


Ai to segai no sailor fuku bishoujo senshi, Sailormoon!=For love and 
justice I am the sailor-suited pretty soldier, Sailor Moon!

Tsukini kawatte, oshiokyo!=In the name of the moon, I'll punish you!

Arigato=Thanks
Bento=A type of Japanese boxed lunch
Daijobu=It's all right/I'm all right
Demo=But
Gomen=Sorry
Gomen nasai=I'm very sorry
Hai=Yes
Hana=Flower
Henshin=Transformation
Iie=No
Imouto=Little sister
Ja!=Bye!
Jinja=Shrine
Kami-sama=God
Kamis=Gods  (It should probably actually be Kami-tachi, or something
             to that extent . . . but it's hard using
             Japanese terms in English.  So I'll keep it as the
             oft-used in fanfiction "kamis.")
Kamen=Mask
Kuso=Shit   (It's a curse word.  This fits the context.)
Nani?=What?
Ne?=Right?
Oji-san=Grandfather
Okaa-san=Mother
Onee-chan=Older sister
Onii-chan=Older brother
Otou-san=Father
Sayonara=Good-bye
Senshi=Soldier(s)
Tadaima=I'm home
Urusai!=Shut up!

    Source: geocities.com/tokyo/palace/3649/fanfics