Because it's been a while, I'm reposting previous chapters. Heh, and
you thought this one was dead.
Nope!
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon is the creation of Naoka Takeuchi. Guyver is the
creation of Yoshiki Takya. No Money is being made from this and no such
intent should be inffered.
Please Note that Chapter 3 contains Lime, possibly Lemonish content.
Chapter 1
"Nice Horse. Try not to make me
look stupid out there. Okay?"
-Angel
They came, just like they always did. Five females in costumes with
energy powers.
Like always, there was horrific battle, the enemy destroyed and the
costumed women left, leaving the Police to clean things up and explain
things to the media.
Molly Okasa, age nineteen, was sick of it.
She sat on the rock next to the lake in Central Park, her knees pulled
up to her chest and her arms keeping them there.
Glumly, she watched as the officers stood there, scratching their heads
in confusion. Eventually, it would be blamed on mass hysteria, gas, or
bad food, the claims of monsters and women in sailor suits with
superhuman powers dismissed as illusions.
Hallucinations.
Just like last time. And the time before that. And the time before that.
You idiots! She wanted to scream. Don't you think that there might be
some grain of truth? Don't you think that so many mass fainting spells
combined with monster stories might be more then just a coincidence?!
They wouldn't listen, why would they? She was just a Gaijn, a foreigner,
and not even an important one. Just the daughter of a jeweler.
Molly felt her hands curl into fists as the hot tears rolled down her
cheeks.
She wanted so desperately to fight back, even to the point of taking up
Martial Arts.
That had been no good.
The tears flowed faster as she unwillingly remembered how the Youma had
simply laughed and then drained her of energy. Just like all the other
times before.
The tears became a flood, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed.
Why?
Why did they always seem to come to her?
She raised her eyes up and looked at the lake.
So cool. So inviting. All it would take would be one little movement,
the shock of hitting the water would stun her, the weight of her wet
clothes would drag her under, the cold would numb her.
They wouldn't find her body till tomorrow, or even the day after.
No more pain, no more Youma.
No more-
She looked up at the sound of shoe soles on rock.
"Hey, Moll," said the shoes' owner, a pretty blond haired coed with her
hair in a most peculiar style.
"Hey, Serena," Molly said, her voice flat and devoid of emotion as she
resumed staring at the lake.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm sick of it."
"It?"
"The Youma. The endless fighting," Molly waved a hand at the controlled
chaos at the other side of the lake. "The way they go on like sheep
because they don't want to think of what might really be going on." She
sighed. "I'm sick of being attacked, I'm sick of worrying about my
friends, I'm sick of answering questions from the police." She exhaled
loudly, her breath forming into steam as it hit the night air. "I'm just
sick of it."
"You think we aren't?" Serena asked. "Not a day goes by that I wake up
and wonder if today's the day when I'll be required to give my life up
to keep the Earth safe. The others are the same way. We're sick of it
too. But we do it because its got to be done."
Molly chuckled.
"What's so funny?" Serena demanded.
"Six years ago you never would have said something like that."
Serena smiled. "No, I suppose I wouldn't have," she admitted. "I guess
I've done some growing up."
"Everyone has," Molly said as she looked at Serena, her question clear
on her face.
"No," Serena said.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive," Serena said. "We even asked Pluto. I'm sorry, Molly, there
is no Sailor Sun, Earth, Air, Fire, Water, Terra, Sol, Nemesis,
Asteroid, Comet, Cosmic, Red, or anything like that. No Scouts were
named after any other moons, zodiacs, mythology or characters therein of
any kind. Nor were they named for and or after any religion, country,
weather, continent, geologicial feature, or the constellations. None of
us had a sister back during the Silver Millennium. No scouts were ever
named after any metal, mineral, plant, animal, gas, or anything on any
table of the elements, science, or psi. Nothing." Serena scratched her
nose. "I even asked about body parts, you know, heart, lung, stuff like
that," she continued and then her eyes narrowed. "She told me to quit
being silly."
"So that's it then. I'm doomed to a life of being Youma chow."
Serena was silent for a while. "Hey," she said at last. "How about some
hot fudge sundaes at Tomoe's? My treat."
"Sure," Molly said as she stood up. "Why not?"
#--#
Late afternoon, The Lake in Central Park, Two Weeks Later. . .
Molly sighed as Melvin continued to babble about the latest project in
his biotechnology class. Gradually, he realized she wasn't even
listening and trailed off.
"Hey, Molly? Something wrong?"
"I'm just sick of it all. Life, school, Youma. . ."
"Youma? Molly, have you been getting enough sleep?" Molly then
remembered that Melvin had never been told and that therefore the
mysterious "Central Control" hadn't released him from what Mina had, for
God knew what reasons, dubbed "The Matrix", which was a field projected
across the world that kept people from being too interested in what was
going on in Tokyo.
The thought that there was an entity out there capable of that kind of
feat made Molly shudder and she tried very hard not to think about it.
"Yeah, Melvin," she said, forcing some humor into her voice as she
screwed her face up into a rictus grin. "Youma. And they work for these
aliens that want to steal all the life energy on earth." She waggled her
fingers at him and made moaning noises.
"You read to much manga," Melvin said.
Molly hmphed and turned, walking away. She hadn't gone more then a few
feet when a pair of arms wrapped around her waist from behind and she
heard Melvin's voice in her ear.
"Bah, I'm a Youma, give me your life energy," he made slobbering noises.
"Oooh Help!" Molly said, laughing, unable to help herself. "A big mean
scary Youma! Oh help!" Squirming, she broke free of his grip and started
running, Melvin in hot pursuit.
Laughing, she led him across the park and into the woods surrounding it,
where he finally managed to bring her down in an isolated part, known
affectionately as "Love Alley."
Still laughing, Molly squirmed until she was lying on her back
underneath him.
"Oh, Mister Youma," She said, making herself sound like one of the
brainless female leads in a movie. "Now that you have me, what will you
do with me?"
"I'll think of something," Melvin replied.
"Just," she said breathlessly, "just keep it short." Then she fluttered
her eyelashes at him.
"Short?" He smiled his best evil smile. "Never," He promised as he
kissed her.
"Good." Molly said, returning the kiss as she pulled him down, her body
arching up into his. "Mmmmm. . ."
#--#
The sun was setting by the time they emerged from the woods, hand in
hand. Both were faintly flushed and several people gave them knowing
grins.
They walked until they reached the rock by the lake and there they
stood, watching the sun slip beneath the horizon.
"Melvin? Have I told you that I love you lately?"
"Hmmm, I believe the most recent thing you said to me involved some loud
moaning," Melvin said, his tone mockingly serious.
"Well," she said, leaning against the rock as Melvin came closer. "I
love you."
"Say it again," Melvin said, leaning against her.
"I love you," Molly whispered.
"I love you too," Melvin whispered back and they kissed again.
Things were just getting interesting when Melvin pulled away and put his
hand in his pocket. "I got something to show you," he began when they
heard shouting. There was a flash of color and some sounds that sounded
like an animal growling.
"Oak Evolution!" someone cried. There was a blinding flash and Molly
suddenly found herself hurtling through the air. She saw the water
coming up fast, there was a jolt of pain and everything went black.
She drifted in the blackness. A voice was talking to her and Melvin.
Melvin insisting that the voice save her. There was a roaring noise and
she felt something envelop her.
#--#
Her head was breaking the surface. Coughing, she tried to keep afloat
even as she took her bearings.
It was definitely nighttime. She was somewhere in the middle of the lake
and she could see bright lights of what looked like a work crew at the
lake's edge. Grateful for her choice of clothes, she kicked her sandals
off and struggled out of her jacket, letting it all sink to the lake
bottom before she struck out for shore.
Looked like it was time to find out if all that time she put into
swimming back in the Brownies would pay off.
#--#
She was nearly to shore before somebody spotted her. Shouts soon went up
and she was helped the rest of the way to dry land.
"What happened to you?" A paramedic asked as he put a blanket around her
shoulders. "Did you get caught in the tornado?"
Molly took the cup of hot chocolate and had some in her mouth before his
question registered and she spat the liquid out. "T-Tornado?" She asked,
wiping her mouth.
"Yeah. Weirdest thing anyone ever saw. Freak tornado ripped through the
park tearing up everything. Conspiracy nuts are blaming the Americans."
"Y-yeah. Those crazy Americans." Molly took another drink of hot
chocolate to buy time to get her emotions in order. When she looked up
again, she saw Serena, Amy, Raye, Lita and Mina standing nearby. Mina
had a bag slung over her shoulder and she could see Luna and Artemis
peering out.
Setting the hot chocolate aside, Molly wrapped the blanket tighter
around herself and walked over to them. "Hey, guys," she said, smiling
brightly until she noticed that none of them were smiling back. "What's
wrong?"
Nobody said anything for a long moment, then Serena indicated something
with a jerk of her head. "I'm sorry," she half whispered.
"Sorry for what?" Molly asked, turning to see. All she saw were
paramedics loading a body into an ambulance. Then the stretcher hit a
bump and an arm fell out from beneath the sheet.
On the wrist was a distinctly familiar wristwatch. A watch she had given
to someone very special on his eighteenth birthday.
"NOOOOOO!" Molly cried, half running and stumbling towards the
ambulance. Shoving the startled men aside, she tore the sheet aside and
stared at Melvin's face.
He was bloated and blue, his face covered with cuts and bruises. "No,"
she whispered, clutching his hand and holding it to her face. The tears
flowed down her cheeks and his arm.
"Um, Miss? Ma'am?"
Molly didn't hear the paramedic. She didn't hear anything except
Melvin's voice telling her that he loved her. She didn't feel anything
except his hands moving over her body, or see anything but his eyes,
locked with hers. The only thing she tasted was his lips on hers.
But she did feel it when the paramedics pulled her away so they could
load Melvin into the ambulance.
"No! Wait!" she cried, reaching out for him. "Don't take him from me!"
Then Serena was there. "They took him, Serena!" Molly wailed, sinking to
her knees, "they took him!"
Serena held the trembling girl as she looked up at her friends.
#--#
One week later, A cemetery in Tokyo.
"And so, we commend the body of Melvin Umino to the earth. Let us pray."
Molly bowed her head, but did not pray. Instead, her eyes were staring
at the diamond ring in her hand, which her mother had given to her.
"He bought this from the store only a few days before. . ." she'd said
to Molly, a wan smile on her face. "I think he'd want you to hold on to
it."
"I would have said yes," Molly whispered under her breath.
#--#
6 months later. . .
"Molly!" Serena cried, running up to her. You look terrific!" Molly gave
her best friend a smile and twirled. She wore a thin, light blue, silk
dress cut low to reveal the ring Melvin had been going to give her on a
gold chain hung around her neck.
"I'll second that," said the tall, dark haired man who came up behind
Serena. "Its a shame I'm already taken," he teased just before Serena's
elbow dug into his ribs. "Ow. Take it easy, Meatball Head," he
protested, rubbing his side.
"You'll pay for that later," Serena said, her tone of voice promising
that the payment demanded could be interesting if he played his cards
right.
"Yes, Ma'am," he said, tossing off a mock salute. "How about I get you
ladies some punch?"
"Thank you," Molly said and resumed staring out the window at the Garden.
The girls were at an inter-school mixer held at the beautiful Asasho
Gardens mansion, formal wear required. Quite frankly, Molly hated social
gatherings, but Serena had insisted, even going so far as to enlist the
aid of both their mothers.
"Still miss Melvin?" Serena asked.
"Yeah," Molly said. "Every day it become easier to deal with but I still
feel like I'm betraying him every I so much as look at another guy."
"Aw come on, Moll," Serena said, grabbing the redhead's arm and leading
her towards the crowd of people. "You know Melvin would want you to find
someone to be happy with."
Molly let herself be led, mainly because deep down, she knew she was
right.
It was at that point that Destiny made a roll of the Cosmic Dice.
Snake Eyes.
The roof over the band collapsed as the Youma burst in. It was a snake
headed beast with a sword in each hand.
"Ethka," It hissed as the sword blades began to glow, drawing in energy.
Molly, concealed behind the safety of a plant, curled herself up in a
fetal position. She could hear the Senshi getting their butts handed to
them. Closing her eyes, she prayed silently, trying to ignore the
pounding sound in her ears.
Opening her eyes, she saw Sailor Moon hit the wall and fall, not moving.
The pounding in her ears became a roar that drowned out everything else.
'Now,' whispered a voice in her mind.
#--#
Jupiter, Venus, Mars, and Mercury were in trouble and they knew it,
Tuxedo Mask and Sailor Moon were both down for the count. Venus had the
Moon Crescent Wand, and not a hope in hell of being able to use it.
"This is it, guys," Mars said. "Last call."
"We can't give up," Venus said. "All we need is a plan."
"All we need is a miracle," Jupiter retorted.
The Youma raised its swords high, intent on fulfilling prime directive
number one: Terminate the Senshi.
"Leave them alone," growled a woman's voice that rang hollow, with a
pronounced electronic buzz.
As one, the Senshi turned. Standing in the doorway was a woman clad in
what looked like living armor. That is, the armor seemed to resemble the
hard carapace of a beetle or perhaps plates of bone.
"And you are?" The Senshi looked at the Youma, surprised. It was the
first time a Youma had ever talked in its true form.
"Warrior will do," the figure said, looking at the ball of energy that
was forming in her hand as though she had never seen it before. Almost
casually as her arm snapped forward, hurtling the energy ball across the
ballroom to smack the Youma on the chest. "I've had a bad day. Leave.
Now," Warrior said as she started forward at a steady walk.
"And if I don't?" the Youma asked, smirking.
"Then you'll have a worse one" At that, Warrior broke into a run,
leaping into the air, twisting as she jumped, and landing on the Youma's
shoulders, driving the blades into its skull.
The Youma howled, jerking back, swinging the deadly blades in an attempt
to find its opponent, but Warrior was already moving, leaping off of the
Youma's shoulders to land behind it. Spinning on the balls of her feet,
she slashed at its back, cutting a strip across its spine.
The Youma howled again as it spun, bringing both swords down.
But Warrior had backflipped out of harm's way, landing in a spider like
crouch.
"Not bad," the Youma said, breathing heavily, as the wounds sealed
themselves.
Warrior said nothing, instead rising and taking a fighting stance as the
Youma did likewise. For a long moment, they faced each other, each one
sizing up their opponent.
Then, seemingly as one, they moved. Their arms were a blur, a whirlwind
of flashing blades.
There was no room for mistakes. No room for even the tiniest error. Even
Jupiter's trained eye had trouble following the battle. But it did pick
out one thing. Warrior, intentionally or not, was buying them time.
As one, they raced back to where Sailor Moon groggily lay.
"Sailor Moon!" Mars cried, falling to her knees as Mercury grabbed the
prone girl's wrist, and began counting under her breath even as she was
looking over Sailor Moon's face.
"Pulse is good, everything looks normal, how are you feeling?"
"What happened?" she asked, sitting up slowly.
"New kind of Youma," Jupiter said curtly.
"Where is it?"
"It found a new playmate," Venus quipped. "Rather energetic one too."
"Who is that?" Sailor Moon demanded, catching sight of the armored
figure who had the Youma's attention.
"Dunno, as she put it, and I quote; 'Warrior will do,'" Jupiter said,
helping Sailor Moon to her feet.
At that point, the Youma made an ever so slight error.
Swinging its swords, the Youma lunged with one, the other one held up to
block. But it had overextended its reach just a little to much. Warrior
feinted, batted the blocked sword aside, chopped off the outstretched
arm then ran her blade right into where the Youma's heart roughly was.
The Youma howled, glowing brighter and brighter before crumbling into
dust.
Sitting on the dust was a brightly colored jewel with a black upside
down crescent moon. As they watched, the color faded.
Warrior picked up the jewel and looked at it for a moment, then her
fingers closed tightly around the jewel, triggering a distinctive
crunching sound.
When she opened her hand, there was only dust.
"Warrior?" Sailor Moon called. The helmeted head turned to look at them.
"I'd like to thank you for your help."
"Thanks are irrelavant."
"Yes. Well. . ." Sailor Moon said, taken back.
"Stay out of my way," Warrior snapped and then leapt into the rafters,
from there, out the hole in the roof.
Running to the window, the Senshi saw Warrior leap over the wall,
clearing it by a good ten feet.
"Damn," Jupiter breathed out as the distant sounds of sirens reached
their ears.
"Let's get out of here," Venus said.
#--#
The Next Afternoon
Though she no longer lived at home, Molly did have a decent loft
apartment near her mother's jewelry store. The building was owned by a
family friend and Molly got to live there virtually rent free in
exchange for playing building manager, which mostly consisted of making
sure the heater stayed working.
She lay on her stomach, bare back to the ceiling trying to process what
the ringing sound in her ears was.
At that point, the ringing stopped and Molly heard her own voice.
"Hi, this is Molly's phone. Leave a message at the beep."
"Molly? It's Serena. Again. There's a meeting at Raye's temple today. We
could use some input. Molly, if you're there, please pick up."
Molly's flailing hand finally managed to find the button for the
speakerphone.
"Serena?" She asked, her mouth dry and feeling like it was full of
cotton.
"Molly?! Thank God! AreyouokayWecouldn'tfindyouafterthepartyI've
calledlikefifteentimesalready!"
"Party?" Molly asked. Then she remembered, along with the weird vision.
"Oh yeah. I hid in the plants."
"Oh. Okay! Well the meetings at five today. I'll see you then!"
Molly hit the off button and rolled over in bed, her eyes falling on the
clock on her wall.
"Three in the afternoon?" She groaned as she sat up. "I hate Youma."
#--#
The Dark Kingdom. . .
The man who walked through the hallways was not happy. He was tall,
athletic man, with bright red hair, and cruel eyes. He wore a vest,
green pants, and boots. He bowed respectfully to the man and woman
sitting on the thrones as he entered the throne room through the double
doors.
The woman was all woman, tall, lush, with ripe curves and thick red
hair. But there was nothing human about her eyes. All that had been
stolen away millennia ago.
The man lounged in his chair, a wine glass in his hand, laconic
expression on his face. But his eyes were bright and alert behind the
half closed lids.
"Well?" the woman demanded.
"The Youma/droid hybrid worked well," The man reported. "It collected
more then enough energy to create another of its kind."
"Then where is it?" demanded a third voice.
"There was unexpected interference, Queen Mettalia," Rubius replied.
"You let the Senshi interfere again, Rubius?" the red-haired woman half
shouted.
"No," Rubius gestured and an image of the female in the strange armor
battling the hybrid appeared. "She calls herself Warrior."
"A Guyver Unit!" hissed the man on the throne, suddenly sitting up
straight, the wine glass clattering forgotten to the floor.
"Guyver Unit?" asked the red-haired woman.
"A symbiotic weapon. Very powerful and adaptable."
"Interesting. If we could get our hands on such a device," replied the
red-haired woman after a few moments thought, "it could prove most
useful."
"Then you shall have it, Beryl," said the man. "Rubius. Do whatever it
takes to get that Guyver Unit!"
"Yes, Prince Diamant," Rubius replied.
#--#
Yawning, a cup's worth of coffee in her stomach, Molly stepped into the
shower.
The dream she had still haunted her, it seemed so real.
"Must have been the caviar," she said to herself as she began to soap up.
'Not exactly,' said a dry voice in her mind.
"Who?" Molly gasped, throwing open the shower door as she dropped into a
fighting stance, her eyes darting around the loft.
'I don't have a name, at least not one that would translate well into
your language,' said the voice. 'Suffice it to say I am you.'
"What? You're some alternate personality? I've gone skitzo?"
'Not exactly. Why don't you make us some breakfast and we'll see if I
can't explain it better.'
"You'd better," Molly growled as she put on her robe and headed for the
kitchenette even as the ridiculousness of what she had just done hit her.
'Great. I'm threatening a voice in my head. I must've flipped.'
Part 2
The best diplomat I know is a fully activated phaser bank.
-- Scotty
"So you're some sort of biological armor?" Molly asked as she stepped
out of the shower. Over the past hour, between bites of sausage,
pancakes, and all through the shower, Molly's new friend had explained,
in painstaking detail, exactly what he was. At least he sounded like a
he.
'That's one way of putting it.'
"But why did these Aliens-"
'The Advent'
"The Advent then. Why did the Advent build the Guyvers in the first
place?"
'They wanted Justice. The Advent believed that there was no order in the
universe save that which was imposed.'
"And since no one else wanted the job, they took it?"
'After the first Guyver Units stopped a war, nobody really wanted to
argue.'
"How did they stop it?"
'They killed the leaders of both sides until they agreed to a truce.'
"A truce? They didn't conquer them?"
'Why would they? The Advent simply wanted the war to stop. The Guyver
Units were so effective, the Advent built more and sent them out on
ships to every star with a celestial body capable of supporting matter
based sentient life.'
"That's a lot of planets," Molly said as she laid out the shaving
supplies. Though there were electric razors and other high-tech "quickie
methods", Molly preferred the old fashioned way.
'Its a big universe,' Was the casual reply.
"The whole universe?" Molly sputtered then swore as the razor nicked her
leg.
'Why so surprised?'
"A few star systems I can see, a whole sector of the Galaxy yeah, but
the whole freakin universe?"
'They aren't the sort to do things by halves.'
"No kidding," Molly muttered.
It was perhaps five minutes later that Molly had a thought.
"Hey. If you're a suit of armor, and the other Guyvers are suits of
armor, does that mean there's a bunch of other people walking around
with voices in their heads?"
'Of course not. The Guyver Units aren't sentient.' There was a long
pause.
Several minutes passed.
"Yes?" Molly asked, unable to take the silence anymore.
'I believe the phrase is, "Oh Shit"'.
#--#
"Look." Molly said as she laced up her boots. "Its no big deal. I go to
the meeting, then afterwards we go back to the park to have a look
around that lake."
'If we must.'
"You're not taking this very well," she noted as she stuffed the Mandai
Memorials cap into her jacket pocket. The hat was not very presentable.
Over the course of its lifetime, it had been stepped on, kicked, tossed,
soaked, dried, muddied, cleaned, torn, mended, and torn again. It had
been Melvin's favorite cap. Molly thought of it as a good luck piece.
'I've just had my existence called into question.'
"I've just had my sanity called into question," Molly retorted as she
scooped up her keys, wallet, and, almost as an afterthought, her camera.
'As I recall, you have been questioning your sanity all morning," was
the reply.
#--#
Senshi meetings took place at the Cherry Hill Temple, a minor Shinto
shrine located in Tokyo's prosperous Kiyon District. Run by an aged
Shinto Priest and his granddaughter, the Temple catered to the spiritual
needs of all who entered its gates.
Unknowingly to the rest of Tokyo, It also served as the meeting place of
the Inner Senshi. The Outer Senshi, despite an open invitation, rarely
showed up unless either specifically ordered to do so by Serena or there
was an emergency. Serena, who generally liked to believe the best of
people, was sure they had their reasons and never pressed the issue.
Therefore, grouped around a table in the back of the living quarters,
sat five girls and two cats. One cat was all black, one was all white.
These weren't ordinary cats, mind you, these cats talked.
"I thought you said she would be here," said the black one.
"Aw calm down, Luna," said her counterpart, who was named Artemis.
"Molly's still new to being included in Senshi meetings."
"The least she could do is be punctual," Luna snapped. Artemis sighed.
Luna was overly concerned with propriety and tardiness offended her
deeply.
"Relax," said Serena. "She probably got stuck in traffic."
"What traffic? Ever since she won that Motorcycle--"
"She's had to deal with bugs in her teeth," interrupted the blonde
sitting next to Serena. "What?" She asked when everyone glared at her.
"Must you?" Raye Hino asked.
"What?" asked the blonde again, innocence all over her face. Raye rolled
her eyes. That was Mina's one irredeemable character flaw. She thought
she was funny.
#--#
Tokyo Mall was a new addition to the city skyline. Built partially on
the bay, the mall contained a freeway that ran along the shallow bay
bottom and then up through the mall before dipping back towards the
city. This freeway, which was really more of an expressway, was
relatively deserted since most people were apprehensive about driving
underwater protected by only a heavy glass tunnel roof.
Molly loved it.
Grinning behind her helmet, she weaved in and between the cars with
practiced ease. She loved riding. The feeling of freedom, the roar of
the engine, and though she would never admit it, she liked the vibration
of the steel frame beneath her.
'Is this risky behavior really nessacary?'
"C'mon," Molly said, "haven't you ever done something for the sheer
thrill of it?"
'Not that I can recall.'
"Didn't your last host do anything for fun?"
'I. . .don't remember.'
"No?" Molly asked as they roared into what she called Malltown. It was
actually the section of the road that ran through the mall, but like
most, she had her own name for it.
'My first memory is encountering you and the one called Melvin. I tried
to choose between you and he begged me to save you. So I did.'
"He sacrificed himself to save me?"
'Apparently. My contact with his mind was brief. I do know that he loved
you. It was foremost in his mind.'
"And I love him," she whispered, suddenly painfully aware of the cool
metal against her skin that was the ring on its gold chain under her
clothes and why it was there.
Setting her jaw, she twisted the throttle as high as it would go.
She had a weapon now.
The Youma would pay.
Every last one.
Part 3
Troi: "Captain, I sense great pain."
Picard: "You're standing on my foot, Counseler."
By the time the meeting was over, it was nearly dusk. Pleading work,
Molly was partnered with an high school friend on a Manga as the writer,
she had left as soon as Senshi business was over. In reality, she wanted
to get into Central Park when the park employees weren't paying close
attention to the cars going in and out of the parking lot as people were
either picked up or leaving.
'Won't they check?'
"Nope," Molly said as she parked the motorcycle at the lot near the
launching ramp for the boats. "Well, not for a while yet. We have maybe
an hour."
'Question. How do you know this?'
"Melvin and I used to stay here after hours a lot," Molly said, feeling
her cheeks turn red. Partly it was from remembered passion, and partly
because she was a little embarrassed to admit it.
'Really.'
"Don't sound so amused!" Molly hissed, unable to shake the feeling she
was being laughed at. Then she tried to change the subject. "Are you
sure you're watertight?"
'We could go for a stroll on the moon if you like. Though getting there
may be a problem.'
"Are you trying to be funny?"
'Not all. Shall we begin?'
Thinking very dark thoughts, Molly walked down to the lake's edge and
stood there. There were answers in there. Least of all was whether or
not the voice in her head was because she had suddenly developed
Multiple Personality Disorder, or she was sharing her body with an alien
life form.
Setting aside her camera, she took a deep breath and said one word.
"Guyver."
Scooping up the camera, Warrior slipped beneath the surface of the
water, leaving behind only some ripples to mark her passing.
#--#
He shook his head as he stood in the empty room of the house on the
hill. He-the past version of himself had created this place and the man
who had lived here. Now he would resurrect that life.
Now that he knew what had gone wrong.
#--#
Being underwater at night is not an appealing place. With little to no
light shining in, you're essentially in pitch black darkness.
Warrior, however, saw as clearly as though it was day.
The lake bottom was firmly packed mud and here and there she saw cans,
bottles, and other things. Including the Jacket and shoes she had kicked
off nearly seven months ago, now destroyed beyond recovery by the water
Scooping them up, she continued onwards, planning to give them a decent
funeral in her building's incinerator.
'Twenty meters to your right'
"What?"
'There is something there.'
"What is it?"
'I do not know. But it is familiar. Something from. . .before.'
"Before what?"
'You.'
"How helpful." It was then she noticed something. "What the?"
It was faint, but against the inky blackness of water there was a light.
'Its coming from there. What I sense. From where that light is.'
As they got closer, they began to encounter debris that wasn't litter
dropped in by lazy boaters and appeared to be pieces of bone.
"What the hell is this stuff?" she asked, crouching and picking up a
piece of debris about as big around as her head. Similar chunks dotted
the lake bottom.
'It appears to be a piece of an Advent Ship.'
"It must have crashed. That makes the lake an impact crater."
'That is a logical assumption considering the evidence available.'
"Don't get sarcastic," Warrior retorted as she stood back up, letting
the piece fall from her hand. "I doubt that this is what we're looking
for."
'Undoubtably.'
Moving slowly, Warrior advanced towards the light.
#--#
Serena was scribbling in her notebook when something on the radio caught
her attention. Quickly, she grabbed her tape recorder off of her desk
and turned it on, holding the microphone towards the speaker. When the
news byte was over, she placed the tape into her pocket and ran out. She
had to get to Molly's.
#--#
The source of the light proved to be a woman dressed in flowing robes
and long white hair. She was encased in some sort of field and appeared
to be sleeping.
"Oh my God," Warrior whispered, falling to her knees. "It's a Kami-" she
cut that line of thought off and tried to look at it rationally.
She was underwater, and a woman was encased in some sort of field was
there with her. That did not nessacarily mean she was a Kami, she could
be human.
Right. And the Wizard of Oz was a true story.
'What's a Kami?'
"A type of spirit. . .I think. I'm really not sure." Her hand clenched
into a fist. "I knew I shoulda paid more attention when Raye explained
her religion."
'Raye worships these. . .Kamis?'
"I think so, she's a Shinto Priestess, but I'm not sure what it all
means." Warrior got to her feet and reached out with one hand to touch
the field.
She saw Melvin, happy and smiling.
"What the. . .?" She gasped, jerking her hand away.
'What did you see?'
"You saw something too?"
'I saw a human male, he was happy'
"That was Melvin," Warrior said sadly.
'It would appear the field has recollective properties.'
"Huh?"
'It stimulates the memory center of the brain. In your case, it brought
to light your strongest memory.'
"Which was Melvin."
'Precisely.'
"You said the energy was something you remembered from before you
encountered me."
'Yes, but its hazy. It does seem to be constant though'
"Meaning you were exposed to it for as long as you were lying here on
the lake bottom?"
'I suppose so, yes.'
"Well that makes a whole lot of sense," Warrior grumbled as she took
another look around. It was then that she noticed the skeleton. It was
next to the glowing field, its hand stretched out towards it in a
gesture of longing. Walking over to it, Warrior noticed another one, and
another, and still another. There was at least twenty of them, all with
their hands stretched out in a gesture of longing towards the field.
Careful not to step on any of them, she walked back around to the front
and studied the face carefully.
There was no hint of cruelty in that face. It was serene, peaceful.
Nothing to suggest why she was in a stasis field in the first place. She
looked over at the skeleton then back at the field.
"I wonder. . ." She murmured and then placed her hand on the field.
She saw Melvin over her, his hands unbuttoning her shirt. She felt the
heat surging beneath her skin.
Then she was standing in a burning village as men in uniforms and swords
ran amuck. For a brief moment, she saw a man with thick dark brown hair,
and then she was lying naked on top of Melvin, kissing her way down his
chest coming closer to him, to the center of his being. When she
reached, it, she wrapped her fingers around it and for a moment, stared
at it, then lowered her head and wrapped her lips around him.
Then she was back in the burning village, gesturing, as water from the
nearby lake surged forth, washing through the village, putting out all
the fires it touched.
She was on her back now, Melvin working his way down her body. For a
moment, he did nothing, then his tongue was at the source of the fire
that burned within her. But all it did was fan the flames.
She dodged aside as the man with the brown hair swung his sword. She
couldn't hear what he was yelling, but she knew his face, it was etched
into her soul.
Nephrite. . .
Then she was on top of Melvin, his tongue still fanning the flames.
Moans passed her lips as she grabbed his hair, trying to pull him deeper
inside her.
She walked through the burning village, the men in uniforms yelling
their battle cries. She was searching for something.
No, for someone. The source of this chaos.
She was on her knees, Nephrite in her arms, watching as he slowly became
as light, surging upwards towards heaven.
She was on her back again, Melvin over her, teasing her. She heard her
voice pleading with him to get inside her.
She stood in what was left of the main hall, watching the woman at the
other end.
In. Out. Over and over, Melvin repeated his actions, pleasure surging
through her in wave after powerful wave.
The woman at the end of the hall turned, her thick red hair seemed to be
the color of blood in the light cast by the fires burning still burning
outside.
She was on top of Melvin now, her hips grinding against his, her head
thrown back.
Water and fire surged together. The water from her, the fire from her
redheaded opponent.
The waves were coming closer together now. Dirty words poured from their
mouths, alternately cursing for the way the other made them feel and
begging to keep it up.
The fire and water surged around them both as they each tried stronger
and stronger attacks.
The pleasure was stronger now, a near continuous wave boiling through
their systems, forging a bond between their souls. No words were
exchanged, only primal grunts.
She felt her skin boil from the fire and cool from the water. There was
no end to the sensations, pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain.
At the zenith, she cried out Melvin's name, and he cried out hers, each
heedless of who might hear.
The battle between them had ended in a stalemate and she was fleeing the
burning village, towards the lake. An elderly man, his hand wrapped
around that of a woman, her stomach swollen with life ran ahead of her.
It went against her nature to run away, but she must protect these two.
That was her job.
She lay in Melvin's arms, completely contented, the afterglow
surrounding them like a haze.
A swirl of mist and the man and woman vanished, transported to
elsewhere. She turned and looked towards the village. For a moment, she
watched the inky black smoke boil upwards and then she turned back to
the lake. Many years ago, she had been summoned up from this lake to
protect the family of a young man. Now that family had been sent to
safety but she and the red-haired woman would meet again. Turning, she
stepped into the lake, weaving a spell about her. She would sleep until
needed again, let all who touch her, save the descendants of they who
she had protected be killed by their own memories.
For a brief moment, she stared out through the yellow haze at a figure
in armor made from bone and sinew, its glowing yellow eyes meeting hers
and she smiled.
Yes, they had survived and she, the Guardian, had a sister now.
Then the figure jerked its hand away.
Warrior stared, half in shock, half in amazement, as the woman's eyes
closed, but that smile remained. For next ten minutes or so, Warrior
stood still, muscles tense, but the woman made no other movement.
Warrior's senses however, were reeling.
"I understand now. . ." She whispered.
'As do I. . .' Warrior blinked. The voice was no longer genderless, but
a woman's, full and rich.
"Wha?"
'My name, is Kinsune.'
*****
-Steve "Komodo" T.
http://livejournal.com/users/pandoras_closet
http://livejournal.com/community/aberdawnknights
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