Kamen... Tuxedo Kamen - Prologue
by Miriamele and Sailor Eclipse
Miriamele's notes: Hey y'all! I can't tell you how very lucky I am to
be able to write with the wonderful author: Sailor Eclipse!!! Really,
this is SUCH an honor! Real quick, I'd like to tell you that I FINALLY
got a webpage, which I share with a new-found friend, Krystal! YAY!
I'll give you guys the address at the bottom!! I would like to thank
Krystal, Kell, and of course Sailor Eclipse! Things have been
stressful lately and it feels good to be back on track! ^_^
Sailor Eclipse's notes: hi all! Welcome to another fic by yours truly,
and Miriamele! Miri-chan is one of my fav authors and I am soooo happy
to be writing this fic with her! ^_^ And thanks to her for the great
title. Kamen... Tuxedo Kamen... it just has a ring to it, doesn't it?
--Denotes when Mamoru is speaking directly to audience.
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Prolouge - Birth of the Former Earth Prince
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--I'm am man who's early life is shrouded in mystery. I'm a
man who's lucky enough to have the best wife in the world. But rose
petals, tuxedos, and my love for Usako are just about all you know
about me, ne? Now be honest.. That's the whole reason this has been
written! I want you to know the facts; it doesn't matter how painful
they may become. Please read carefully and respect it. This is my
life... my story. I am Kamen, Tuxedo Kamen...--
And so our tale begins...
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A young woman lay in a sterile room. Her breath was labored and
she felt extremely hot, or was it cold? She didn't know, didn't care.
All she wanted was to be rid of the pain in her lower stomach. She
grabbed the dark-haired man beside her bed and though gritted teeth
forced out: "You did this to me! You... You... AHHHHH!!!!"
The man gritted his teeth to prevent himself from screaming. As
much as he loved his wife, he simply wished that she would loosen her
grip on his hand.
"Just once more, Keiko-san!" The midwife instructed.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" The blue-eyed woman pushed as hard
as she could; and under the silver moonlight that streamed through the
windows, the former Prince of Earth was born. Chiba Mamoru.
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::Age 6::
I sit on the floor looking up at my Mommy and Daddy. I hate it
when they fight, but that's what they're doing. 'Why can't they just
get along, like Motoki-kun's parents?' When they fight, they always
pull me into it, but this time I'm not gonna take sides! Na-uh! No way!
"Mamoru, don't you think your papa should do the dishes once in
a while?" Oh-oh... that's my mama. Her gleaming royal blue eyes
question me pleadingly, begging for support.
"No Mamoru, your mama should do the dishes! I work hard
everyday, twenty-four-seven, to put bread on the table. She could be
just a little more appreciative, don't you agree?" And that's my
papa... He ran shaky fingers through his matted midnight hair. He was
drunk again. I don't know why my mother hasn't left him. I don't
understand this, but I know it's wrong. *Sigh* Now is when I being the
silent chant: ' I Will not take sides, I will not take sides, I will
not take sides...' I give the innocent look. I widen my dark blue eyes
and bite my lower lip, in a sorry attempt to extract myself from this
situation. They must think I'm stupid, because I don't respond; but
it's much easier than taking sides, ne?
"Mamoru, honey, I think it's time for bed." My mother looks
more frightened than usual as she leads me by the hand to my room,
placing me in my new "big-boy" race car bed. The door softly shuts
with a click, drowning out little of the chaos hidden from my sight.
"All right, Keiko, I'm sick and tired of this nonsense! You're
not going to leave me and that's final!" My father slurred. I had to
admit that I was surprised he even cared. When he was drunk he didn't
usually come home, and then to demand my mother not leave him! This was
a new one.
"But Seji-" CRACK! I hated that sound. Hand against cheek.
Powerful against weak. It wasn't right and I wasn't about to let this
happen to my mother again. I would stand with her. If she got hurt, I
would be hurt.
"Leave Mama ALONE!!" I screamed, jumping out of bed and into the
hallway, right between them, blocking each from harm.
"Mamoru, please...Go back to bed, honey." My mother said, cupping
her face as the blood ran down it. A red rose blossoming on her
porcelain skin. Tears pooled in my eyes.
"But Mama-"
"Mamoru, please-"
"NO." The messages we were transferring ot each other through our
eyes were suddenly cut short, as both our chins jerked to face him.
"You know what? I think the kid should have a say in this."
"But-"
"Silence, woman-"
"We'll go as a family. It's time for us to go for a little drive."
Now it was my mother's turn to be negative.
"Seji, no. You can't do this!" She pleaded, but it was already
too late. He grabbed me roughly around the waist and threw me over his
shoulder. I could smell the alcohol on his breath and the stench of bar
clung to his clothes.
"Papa, please! Please put me down! Papa! PAPAAAAAAAA!!"
"Seji, please, Seji-" CRACK! A whirlwind of sound and motion. We
are driving in a thunderstorm. The smell of wet leather and foul drink
stir through the air. The rain is pounding down on the windows,
roaring in my ears. He was too drunk to see the broken guard rail or
the cliff that lay below. And suddenly, I'm free falling through the
air. My mother's piercing scream cuts through the rushing silence like
a knife. My father only stares, wide-eyed at our inevitable fate in
the rocky gorge below. I take a last look around. I am Mamoru,
protector, but here is nothing left to protect. Curling up in the fetal
position I began to cry.
--And so now you know how my parents died. Yes, my papa was a
drunkard and he did in fact abuse my mother. Even now as I sit holding
my wife, that particular memory still hurts so much. I have often
wondered, why me? Why was I born into the family I was? And at times
that question still haunts me. But what can I say? We must take the
cards that life gives us and play the best we can with them.--
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End of prolouge
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