Earth
Guardian Prince Endymion:
By Senshi of Ruin and Mizu no Senshi
Part Six:
The Kouryo Concert Hall was packed.
There was not an empty seat in the house, Seiichi noted as he made his way onto
the stage and dull cheers rose to a screaming pitch as he did so. Casting a
glance back at his manager, Tetsuya nodded encouragingly for him to be seated
at the piano. Seiichi often, even now, got nerves from being on stage but this
time it was different. The Master had asked him to cancel and, despite then
insisting that he continue, Seiichi wished that he had done so. Never before
had he seen the Master so agitated.
“Then leave it be. I’ll wait here for the concert to
finish.”
“Master--”
“Go. You don’t want to keep your fans waiting.”
Taking a breath, Seiichi shuffled the
sheet music and then placed it back on the stand before starting to play. Once
he had begun, he faltered slightly as he started to play the beginnings of Tsuki no
Jigoku. Looking to Tetsuya once more, Seiichi
paused, even as his fans leafed through the programme that had been given to
them before the concert started. He was to start off with Kinzuru and then Moonlight Sonata. Tsuki no Jigoku wasn’t supposed to be played until quite late in the
concert. In fact, Seiichi knew it to be the closing piece.
Nerves Tetsuya mouthed and hurriedly
motioned for him to start again. Seiichi did so, but again he found himself
playing the incorrect piece. Stopping again, he was starting to feel
uncomfortable as the whispers from disgruntled fans reached his ears.
Taking another deep breath, Seiichi shut
out the rising number of voices and again concentrated on Kinzuru. He couldn’t play the piece. It was as though his mind had
suddenly gone blank. Even with the sheet music it was no good. Each time he
tried to play, all he could do was play Tsuki no Jigoku.
Realising his growing discomfort,
Tetsuya hurried out onto the stage, murmuring quietly “What’s wrong?”
Seiichi shook his head, “I don’t know,”
he admitted.
Tetsuya nodded and then turned to face
the audience, “Minna-san, there appears to be a error on the programme. The
first piece will be Tsuki no Jigoku.”
He then turned back to Seiichi, looking
for approval. Seiichi quietly thanked him, but this did nothing to assuage the
feelings of worry that were welling up inside of him. This wasn’t a case of
stage fright. This was something else…
The crowds were getting restless and,
from his place now off-stage, Tetsuya was frantically motioning him to begin.
Seiichi nodded and took half a minute to regain his composure before starting
to play.
As his hands touched the keys, he became
aware of another presence in the concert hall. He could feel breath on the back
of his neck, but his hands and feet were seemingly locked to the piano before
him, forcing him to continue to play as another instrument joined in with the
piece.
“Don’t forget that creepy harp playing”
Harp?
Slowly the instrument grew louder,
overcoming the piano completely until its melody changed, ringing loudly in
Seiichi’s ears as he ceased playing, his hands trembling atop the keys as his
vision narrowed, focusing at a point passed Tetsuya and off-stage. Taking in a
breath, Seiichi could hear his heart pounding as again the presence moved
towards him.
Then another essence, for a fleeting
second, overwhelmed that of the harp. Seiichi turned around as Mamoru burst
onto the stage, falling to his knees and his eyes sliding closed as the harp’s
music increased ten fold.
“Master…” the word refused to escape him
and Seiichi stood, wanting to take a step towards the fallen form of the
Prince, but at that moment he felt an ice-cold touch on his shoulder. As he
registered this contact, the concert hall disappeared and his entire world
melted into nothingness.
******
The fierce pounding in his head was the first thing that
dragged Mamoru back from the depths of his unconsciousness. The felt the smooth
wood beneath his cheek and inhaled deeply and almost immediately started
coughing as dust invaded his nostrils and poured down his throat.
Pushing himself up onto his knees,
Mamoru saw that dust also coated his jacket and trousers as well as the floor
that he had been lying on. He ran a hand through his hair and found yet more
dust and dirt. Taking a racking breath, he allowed his coughing fit to subside before
standing completely to take in the unfamiliarity of his surroundings. He
appeared to be on a stage of some sort, though how he actually got here was
beyond him. Torn red curtains hung lifelessly on a wooden pole that was at a
rakish angle to his left. Directly in front of him were ten rows of chairs,
some with the stuffing coming out of them. The windows were boarded up, but the
skylight allowed some daylight into the hall, eliminating most of the stage.
As Mamoru took in this, he realised that
he did know where he was; the Kouryo Concert Hall in Shibuya. It had been
closed for years and Mamoru could recall going to various plays here with Hina
when they were very young. It must have closed when he was 7 or 8 he presumed
as there was a lack of interest and a newer hall in Shibuya had just opened
down the road from here.
But what was he doing here? He had come
from Crown but… Mamoru shook his head as confusion crowded his mind. The last
twenty-four hours were somewhat a blur to him. His mind couldn’t quite focus on
the question.
Stumbling off of the stage, Mamoru knew
that the first thing he had to do was get out of here. The air was heavy and
dust filled, making it difficult for him to breath and the headache that he had
since he had awoke had renewed its ferocity and the hall spun slightly as he
walked.
Mamoru somehow managed to navigate
himself towards the back door, falling over several upturned chairs as his legs
were shaking as much as the rest of him was at this unknown feeling that was
creeping up on him. There had been something else here… he could feel a strange
aura… almost familiarity and fear at the same time.
He reached out to try the door handle
and paused when he became aware, for the first time, of the crumpled piece of
paper clenching tightly in his right hand. Frowning, Mamoru smoothed it out and
his confusion deepened when he saw that it was a piece of sheet music. The
rainbow coloured parchment glowed slightly in the dim light and Mamoru closed
his eyes as a memory came back to him.
Picking up a few more sheets of music, as though to search
for clues, Mamoru jumped slightly when the door opened again. Seiichi seemed a
little hassled as he entered the room, but quickly hid this when his gaze met
Mamoru’s before it travelled down to glance at the pieces of paper clenched
tightly in his hand.
Instantly, Mamoru set them down on the desk again, “I’m
sorry” he said quietly.
“Seiichi?” studying the paper once more, Mamoru read the
signature scrawled neatly on the bottom of the paper; Komoro Seiichi.
“Seiichi?” he called out this time, his voice echoing
around the hall, “Seiichi?”
He gained nothing but silence. The concert hall hadn’t
been used for years… but Mamoru could now recall his friend performing here not
moments before he blacked out.
He didn’t know… he couldn’t think… Wildly, Mamoru turned
the door handle, surprised somewhat at how easily it gave way, he hurriedly
exited the concert hall, only to collide with another person.
“Kisho?” the older man frowned slightly in annoyance as
Mamoru knocked into him, forcing him to stumble back into the wall for support
with the extra weight.
“Mamoru? What are you doing here?”
“I was about to ask you that” Mamoru huffed, somewhat
childishly, but his momentary clumsiness in front of his guardian had
embarrassed him slightly and he looked away so that Kisho couldn’t see the
reddening of his cheeks.
“I was looking for you” Kisho declared haughtily.
“Why?”
“I sensed something” was his unexpected reply, “I was
worried about you.”
Mamoru nodded, “Did you see Seiichi?”
“Seiichi?”
“Yes. He was performing inside.”
Kisho did nothing to disguise the laugh that escaped him,
“In there? Mamoru, this hall hasn’t been used in years.”
Mamoru paused, whirling around to glare at his older
friend as a sense of foreboding started to overtake him. “Do you know who
Seiichi is?” he whispered.
“I’ve never heard of him” Kisho shrugged, “But I suppose I
shouldn’t know all of your friends.”
“He’s your friend, too. What about Taro and Masaki?”
“Did you hit your head whilst messing about in there?”
“Shut up, this isn’t funny” Mamoru snapped. This was
madness… his memories… it was as though he had two different versions of events
leading on from his awakening as Tuxedo Kamen. One set saw Sailor Moon finding
her three Senshi, Sailors Mercury, Mars and Jupiter, and another saw Mamoru
finding his Guardians, Jadeite, Nephrite and Zoisite. Both sets of memories
were as powerful as each other and Mamoru could no longer tell which set was
real.
Perhaps the Dark Kingdom…
“Mamoru?”
“Why did you come to look for me here?”
Kisho shrugged, clearly annoyed and agitated, “How should
I know? I just had a feeling that you would be here.”
“A feeling?”
“Calm down. I don’t know what’s got you so worked up,
but--”
Mamoru spun around again and practically snarled in
Kisho’s face, “Why must you dismiss this simply because it has nothing to do
with the mission?”
Kisho’s reaction, however, was unexpected. The colour
drained from the man’s face as he uttered a name: “Taro?”
“You remember them, too?”
Kisho shook his head, “This is impossible.” He placed a
hand to his forehead, his eyes gaining a far away look about them as, very
slowly, his memories began to return.
Mamoru, satisfied, looked away, content to give his friend
some time to allow these recollections to slowly surface rather than rush him.
Why was he here? Mamoru glanced around wildly as he sensed
his mind slipping away from him. His vision began to fray at the edges, as he
could no longer recall why he was at this concert hall.
Seiichi… he was here to see Seiichi…
With a renewed force, Mamoru pushed himself away from the
wall and staggered down the corridor towards the sounds of the piano being
played, but now the instrument was being accompanied by another; a harp.
“A harp” Mamoru whispered, more to himself than Kisho, but
the older man picked up on this anyway.
“Taro-kun said he could hear a harp playing,” he stated
quietly.
“Then this is… What is this?”
Kisho frowned, deep in thought he allowed Mamoru to sweat
for a couple of minutes before granting him with an answer, but it was not one
that Mamoru was expecting:
“Let’s go to Taro’s house.”
“Nani? Why?”
“To see if my theory is correct, of course.”
“What theory?”
Kisho smirked, “You’ll have to wait and see.”
Mamoru sighed, but, upon realising that he wasn’t going to
gain any more answers from Kisho than this, he was content to do as he
suggested and soon they were on their way to Taro’s house.
******
Kisho took his time in walking towards where he recalled
Kimura Taro had once lived. A part of him felt apprehensive about what he
suspected that they would find when they got there and another part of him was
still berating himself from listening to Mamoru to begin with. Why should he
help his former Master? Mamoru still had clear feelings for Sailor Moon, which
made him his enemy.
Why must you dismiss this simply because it has nothing to
do with the mission?
It was to do with the mission, Kisho reminded himself.
His memories, one set of meeting Taro, Masaki and Seiichi were telling him that
they had been friends and the other saying that he and Mamoru had fought
unaided against the Dark Kingdom since Kisho’s awakening. Unaided that was
apart from Sailor Moon and her Senshi.
Jadeite, Nephrite and Zoisite were now fighting for Queen
Beryl and the Dark Kingdom, or so Kisho’s conflicting memories were telling him
as did Sailor Venus. After Seiichi’s disappearance, Kisho had a good idea of
what was to come, but, like the whereabouts of the remaining Tennou, he had
resolved to keep this to himself… for now at least.
Which set of memories was real? Kisho knew the answer to
this question without hesitation. His memories of Masaki-tachi were real,
despite the gaps and the vagueness of them. These other memories, the Senshi’s
awakening, seemed almost too clear… too perfect to be true ones. Something was
manipulating them and Kisho wasn’t overly sure that the Dark Kingdom was to
blame.
“Beryl set this up! Can’t you see that? Kenichi knew we
were coming. He knew we were working with the Senshi. She must seek to destroy
us so that there will be no resistance when she reaches the palace. I’ve healed
Jadeite’s wound as best I can, but he can’t fight and neither can you, Zoisite.
Nephrite, you must take them both back to the palace for treatment.”
“What about the plan?”
“There is no plan! This is a trap and the Senshi are going
to walk right into it!”
Then if not the Dark Kingdom, then who? Kisho knew that
they had to establish this quickly before… he cast another glance at Mamoru,
before anything happened to him.
Of course, as he paused outside of the Kimura family
house, this would mean proving his own theory first.
“They are still here” Mamoru commented quietly, “I don’t
understand.”
You will in a minute, Kisho thought to himself
as he walked up the pathway and knocked on the door. After a minute or two it
was answered by Kimura Kanaye, Taro’s older half-brother.
“Hello?” he frowned slightly when he did not recognise
them, “Can I help you?”
“We’re here to see Taro” Kisho explained and when Kanaye’s
sense of confusion continued to deepen he added, “Your brother.”
Kanaye shook his head, “There must be some mistake. I
don’t have a brother.”
“You don’t?” Mamoru asked quietly.
“No” Kanaye repeated, clearly a little annoyed when Mamoru
continued to linger on the doorstep for a moment or two longer before Kisho
apologised to Kanaye for bothering him and hurriedly ushered Mamoru away.
“What was that for?” Mamoru demanded once they had walked
down the block, away from the bemused older man.
“Don’t you see?” Kisho explained impatiently, “It’s not
just us. Kanaye-san didn’t know who Taro was! Whoever is behind this must be
really powerful to change peoples memories like this.”
Mamoru nodded, “But our memories changed. At first it was
just that we had no recollection of Masaki, but when Taro disappeared the
memories changed again. It is the same with Seiichi and--”
He broke off, suddenly realising what Kisho had from the
beginning. The Shitennou were being taken one by one and now that Seiichi was
gone it meant that Kisho was most likely to be next.
“It is true that whoever this is, is powerful” Kisho
mused, in an effort to take Mamoru’s mind off this fact. “But they cannot block
our memories completely. If they could then we would recall nothing about the
others.”
“So we need to find out who is behind this” Mamoru said,
focusing once more on the problem at hand and not on his obvious distress at
losing the three of them. Kisho also felt bad for this, but they both knew that
to simply dwell upon it would not help get their friends back.
Kisho nodded, “And the best way to do that is to beat them
at their own game.”
******
“Motoki-kun, konnichiwa!” Usagi beamed as she thrust her
Crown Karaoke pass under Motoki’s nose.
“Konnichiwa, Usagi-chan” Motoki returned the greeting with
relative enthusiasm, but his gaze then slid passed the bubbly pigtailed
teenager and to the taller girl behind her. She was dressed in a brown and
white school uniform and clutched a black school bag somewhat apprehensively in
her hands in front of her as Motoki scrutinised her. She had dark brown hair
that was pulled back from her face in a neat ponytail. Her eyes, too, were dark
and her face delicate and yet showing strength at the same time combined with
some nervousness and she looked away when Motoki’s stare went beyond the point
of politeness.
“Ah” Usagi cried, realising that she hadn’t introduced
them, “Motoki, this is Kino Makoto. She transferred to my school a few weeks
ago.”
“N-nice to meet you” Motoki held out a hand, but Makoto
had already turned away and started towards the meeting room.
Usagi, somewhat dismayed, gave Motoki an apologetic look
and hurried after her friend. She caught up with Makoto near the steps that led
down to the Senshi’s meeting room.
“Mako-chan? Daijobu?”
“I’m fine” the tall girl replied softly, “I just don’t
like being stared at, that is all.”
Usagi nodded, knowing that Makoto hated attention from
guys as most rejected her because of her height. Boys did not want to date
girls that were taller than they were. Still, she couldn’t think that Motoki…
that was it!
“Hey, Mako-chan?” Usagi said slyly, “I think Motoki-kun
likes you.”
Makoto was not as elated by this as Usagi had hoped and
simply shrugged and entered the room. Usagi pouted and then, far from
discouraged, raced after her, even ignoring Ami and Rei’s greetings.
“What do you think?” she asked when Makoto quietly took a
seat at the table.
Makoto shrugged again, “Why would I think anything?”
“Mou”
“Usagi-chan?” Ami asked tentatively, “What is wrong?”
“Motoki-kun likes Mako-chan” Usagi declared.
Rei shook her head, “Usagi, we have more important things
to worry about. The Dark Kingdom--”
“It must be nice” Ami mused quietly, thinking that no one
had heard her, “To have someone who likes you…”
Usagi trembled slightly as a wave of guilt washed over her
at this statement, but she quickly dismissed it and murmured softly, “It is not
always that great, Ami-chan.”
“Gomen” the quietest Senshi whispered.
“You should stop thinking about Chiba Mamoru” Rei berated,
and Makoto nodded, silently agreeing with her friend.
“Demo…”
I can’t help how I feel… In the past life we were destined
to be together, no matter how ill fated our love…
“What you had in the past” Rei continued, “It can never be
repeated.”
“I know” Usagi whispered, almost bitterly, “I know.”
In the past life what we had was precious… we were unaware
of such misfortune that would befall us. All we had wanted was to be together…
“Endymion!” Serenity cried, a smile creeping across her
face as the Prince of the Earth Kingdom glanced in her direction, his own
concerned frown melting away into an equally delighted smile as she ran towards
him, her white gown fluttering in the breeze.
Behind Endymion, the Shitennou looked less than happy to
greet the Princess of the Silver Millennium as she came to a halt in front of
their Master. Endymion greeted her politely, using the proper decorum and
Serenity could tell that he was struggling to hold back his obvious feelings
for her.
A blush crept across her pale cheeks at this realisation.
Many times had she observed the Prince of the Earth but never before had she
dreamt that he could return her feelings as a relationship between a Lunarian
and an Earthling was frowned upon by both societies and even the stars had
condemned their love to be ill fated.
No! She shook her head as though trying to somehow erase
these black thoughts. They would not listen to such foolishness. Holding out a
hand, in almost defiance, towards Endymion, her delight deepened when he took
the offered palm, much to the distaste of the Shitennou. Casting a glance at Kunzite,
Serenity saw him take a step forward, as though making to stop Endymion from
following her lead. Nephrite placed a hand on the oldest king’s shoulder and
silently shook his head. Kunzite roughly shook himself free and turned, with a
flip of his cape, and walked away, back along the path that they had come from.
Endymion hesitated slightly and then continued to follow
Serenity away from his remaining guardians and through the palace grounds. It
was a warm day, the artificial dome that allowed life to thrive on the Moon
synthesised the sun’s rays down upon them as Serenity lead him through the
Sakura trees and to the glen in the middle of this orchard that only the two of
them knew about. It had been in this glen that they had first spoken. Endymion had
happened to be visiting the Silver Millennium on official business and,
marvelling at the beauty of the grounds, he had taken to wandering through the
closely-knit trees and stumbled upon Serenity’s private glade.
At first she had been horrified that her sanctuary had
been discovered, but Endymion also shared her desire to get away from royal
duties once in a while and, therefore, a bond had formed between them and,
gradually, Serenity began to fall in love with him. Endymion had stayed in the
Silver Millennium for a year and in that year their feelings for each other
deepened and, as Serenity matured, Endymion had made his intentions towards her
fully known: he intended to ask Queen Serenity for her daughter’s hand in
marriage. This was one thing, the Princess knew, would never be allowed. Their
guardians would not stand for it, not in this world.
Serenity knew that the Shitennou held her to blame. Venus
had often warned her that, on Earth, she would be seen as the Lunarian
Temptress who sought to steal Endymion away from his people and duty.
Queen Serenity, too, had voiced her disapproval for
Serenity and Endymion’s union. The Lunarian’s created the Earth and must not
interfere with the lives of its people, she often lectured, but Serenity could
never abide by this rule. How could she go against her own heart? She cared
little for the consequences of her actions, as did Endymion… until that day…
the day that he had lost everything that he held dear to him.
Serenity had known little of this Queen Beryl who had once
been a loyal member of Endymion’s court and had harboured strong feelings for
the Earth Prince. On her visits to Earth, the Princess could recall seeing a
young woman with flame red hair observing the Prince from afar, but often one
or more of the Shitennou would appear and, after a few words between them,
Beryl would leave them be.
Afterwards, when Beryl disappeared to D Point on Earth,
seeking to bestow upon herself the powers of the demon being Metallia, that had
been sealed deep beneath the Earth by the power of the Ginzuishou, the Silver
Millennium’s most powerful weapon, Endymion had expressed his guilt for what
had happened, although he had never once done anything to give Beryl the
impression that he might have feelings for her. This was one of the things
Serenity loved about Endymion, he would only say something if he truly meant
it. There had been no false pretences with the young Prince. He was always open
and honest, especially with those he loved, which was why keeping their relationship
from the Shitennou had not been an option.
Serenity knew that the Senshi and Shitennou all disagreed
with her relationship with Endymion and, when the war between the Earth and the
Dark Kingdom started, she knew that the Shitennou had urged Endymion to put an
end to his talks of marriage. The Senshi, too, begged Serenity to give him up,
but they didn’t understand. No matter whom Endymion was with, Beryl’s rage and
jealousy would not dampen. She was bitter inside and only wanted to make Endymion
her own, not even taking into account the Prince’s own feelings on the matter.
The day that the Earth fell and her Senshi were stolen
from her; Serenity had a feeling that she had lost more than just her closest
companions. When the last Tennou died, something inside of Endymion died along
with him. Jadeite, Nephrite and Zoisite had died defending them, defending a
relationship that they had never really believed in…
“Master…
Princess… All of this… how many more will suffer? Jadeite, Nephrite, Zoisite,
your own people! When will it end?”
The
Prince had no answer and Kunzite stood, unsheathing his sword, he took a step
towards them, “Is this how it will be? Then so be it”
For a while, Endymion had been
unable to tear himself away from the bodies of his three Tennou and Serenity
had remained at his side. Never before had a guardian been killed in battle.
Beryl’s power was growing beyond real comprehension, Serenity knew. She also
knew that Beryl would be back to claim her prize: Endymion.
“You
shall not have him,” she whispered softly, thinking of her Senshi that she knew
her mother would have to destroy and the dead Tennou. How could she allow for
all of this to be in vain? If they could seal Metallia away once more then her
marriage to Endymion would unite the Kingdoms together and they could rebuild
the Earth Kingdom, treat the injured and mourn the dead. The Silver Millennium
would give life to the Earth once more.
“Endymion”
Serenity whispered at last, placing a hand on his arm. Her touch reminding the
Prince of her presence, he turned and gave her a pain filled glance.
“Jadeite,
Nephrite, Zoisite… all this” he stated softly, “This is all my doing.”
“No--”
“Yes” he
cut her off bitterly, “Perhaps I should have heeded Kunzite’s advice after all”
he added as he stared at the retreating form of the last remaining Tennou.
“And
denied your heart?” Serenity questioned.
Endymion
shook his head, “I don’t know.”
“Beryl
would have done this regardless. It is she who is to blame. Please do not
punish yourself… punish us…”
As she
said this, Serenity clasped his hand tightly in her own and pleaded with him to
return to the Moon with her.
“I cannot
abandon them” Endymion protested weakly, “How can I abandon my people?”
“Your
people are dead” Serenity whispered, “But if you survive then there is hope for
life on the Earth once more.”
“There
was hope for the Earth” Kunzite suddenly spoke. The oldest Tennou had not left
the vicinity as Serenity had envisioned he would. Instead he stood with his
back to them both, leaning slightly against one of the only upright remaining
pillars for support, his right hand curled tightly around his sword. Taking a
harsh intake of air, Kunzite turned around to face them once more, his features
ashen but his eyes narrowing coldly as he met the Princess’s gaze.
“There
was hope for the Earth” he continued, “Hope until you came here. Before your
love for the Master led us all to ruin.”
“Serenity
cannot be held responsible for Beryl’s treacherous actions, Kunzite” Endymion
answered wearily, “You know this as well as I.”
“Our
creators gave life and thus they took it away,” Kunzite snapped, “We were not
supposed to have anything to do with them. Their meddling is to blame for all
of this.”
Serenity
shook her head, some tears blurring her vision at his words, “What about my
Senshi? They gave up more than their lives to defend the Earth? When the battle
comes to the Silver Millennium they will die!”
“Casualties
of war” Kunzite answered her, “As is this” his voice trembled slightly as he
gazed upon the bodies of the other Tennou.
So cold…
Serenity thought to herself as her own trembling increased. Does he care little
for the fact that my Senshi were taken in place of him? That they were taken
because of the Shitennou’s foolishness? Her fury deepened as she recalled her
own efforts to befriend Endymion’s guardians. Her own Senshi had at least been
courteous towards the Prince, but the Shitennou… they had treated her with such
hostility. Kunzite and Nephrite would occasionally lash out at her with angry
words, Jadeite would ignore her existence completely and Zoisite would be
polite but this would follow with his ‘you are nothing’ look that accompanied
his every word. Despite all of this… she had wanted to become friends with
them… and they had thrown it back in her face and now… they had cost her, her
Senshi.
“Then so
be it” she replied to Kunzite, “I will leave, if that is what you wish for. You
will not see me walking on Earth again.”
She had
gone, forcing Endymion to choose between his guardian and his lover. Serenity
had not wished for him to make this choice but it had been no choice to make.
The Earth was finished, that much was clear to them all and Endymion followed
her. Kunzite, still loyal despite everything, had gone after him.
As the
battle had drawn nearer, Serenity had stood with Endymion, hand in hand and
thought back through everything that had happened.
It had
been worth it, despite all the pain they had caused, she was still with
Endymion and she would make sure that this was always so.
“Usagi-chan?” Luna prompted,
drawing the pigtailed girl from her recollections.
“Nani?” she blinked, to prevent
any tears that might have built up behind her eyes from falling.
“Are we agreed?” Rei repeated,
a little impatiently, “That until you have the Ginzuishou fully under control
you will stay away from Chiba Mamoru.”
“We’re sorry, Usagi-chan” Ami
said quietly, “But the Princess’s emotions towards Endymion are too strong. We
have to take these measures to ensure that the past if not repeated.”
Usagi nodded, “I’ll stay away
from him” she promised.
In the past life what we had
was precious… we had vowed that nothing would come between us, but our love was
ill-fated after all… in this world it is the same…
“It is for the best” Makoto
smiled slightly to encourage her, “Just until the Dark Kingdom is defeated.”
Minna… if
only you could recall the loneliness that I felt when you were gone… now that I
have you back again… a chance to change this world… I will stay away from
Endymion… for now the Princess resolved.