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PETRAS (Prologue part 3a) "What Oak Never Wanted
to Know"
Disclaimer: I Don't own the anime most of these
characters belong to (I wish I did), and I make no
profit from it (though that would be nice too).
C&C to Undine2040@yahoo.com (Wise Crystal)
The recap's at the bottom of this story
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Spoiler note: For Extreme Evangelion fans, if you
didn't watch the end of Evangelion, or didn't read the
scripts, or just don't wanna know what happened, avoid
this story for awhile. . .
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(Back to the story)
Watching the viewscreen, Washuu felt her lungs
wail. "Pick up that disk!"
Oak could've sworn he heard a slightly nasal
voice in the distance, but shrugged as he passed
through his main laboratory. He already had strange
visions every night during the past week; a red-haired
woman passed through those dreams. He didn't need to
lose his mind to such peculiarities during his
consciousness.
Still, odd feelings rushed upon him as he passed
by his desk. He was working towards a more alert
slowbro, but found himself becoming less awake each
day. Oak was to either evolve the creature, or to
increase its intelligence. It was one difficult task.
"Every day I keep thinking he'll evolve,
somehow," Oak muttered to himself, "But all he ever
does is look back at me."
Slowbro, the pokemon fused to a clam on his tail,
merely looked back to the Professor dazedly. Who knew
what that Slowbro really though behind the
expressionless face. At times, Oak began to feel
SlowBro and other Pokemon like PsyDuck were just dumb
Pokemon. It was too frustrating; too hard to figure
why they were like that. Not once had he seen any
expression that'd tell him they knew what was going
on.
"That disk!" Washuu began to key into her
computer a command that would have something hit Oak
on his head.
A green-haired lady formed out of nowhere into
Washuu's laboratory. Like she had once done before,
she felt no fear or cluelessness of Washuu. Sensing
the slight wince in Washuu, the green-haired lady
turned to see the viewscreen.
"A little frustrated?" Setsuna didn't wait for
Washuu to reply. "Just watch for another minute."
In less than a minute, Oak was slamming his
clipboard to his neglected desk. All that time he'd
tried figuring the slowbro problem, with no avail. If
he'd been just a little more irate, he might've missed
the yellowdisk that caught his eyes.
"Hello, what do have here?" Oak scrolled his mind
to realize he never had a disk that color.
Staring at the viewscreen in slight awe, Washuu
mouthed, "How the. . .did she know?"
Oak placed the disk in his computer, letting
thousands of files appear on the screen. Looking to
the first of the batch, he chose to try it.
"And this is where he finds that video file,
right?" Washuu caught on to what would happen next.
Besides, she WAS the "greatest scientist in the
universe".
Oak watched as the red-haired woman of his
dreams appeared to him in the video, speaking of
"pocket monsters" and the some distortion of time.
Even for a brilliant scientist, Oak was dumbfounded.
As he opened the file the video instructed him to try,
he muttered, "Terra incognita?"
Impassively, Setsuna turned to Washuu. "Once he
digs into the truth, it'll take him a while to
actually believe it."
"You really think he'd trust some disk?" But
Washuu knew Setsuna was right. "Well, even if he did,
do you really expect him to carry it out?"
"I don't. You know that." The green-haired lady's
staff glowed with the picture of a group of teenagers
sitting below two adults with enlarged TR's on their
shirts. "But at least it'll give them hope. That's
what'll matter the most."
Oak looked at his trash bin wearily. He knew it
was the truth, despite all the lies he kept telling
himself. He and his companions wasting their lives
over studying those "pocket monsters" when in truth,
all the answers were in that disk
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"You know how it'll always be," his eyes never
strayed from Misty's as he clasped her hand in his.
"I'll always. . ."
Gary looked to the two sixteen-year-olds with an
air of stoicism. There kneeled Ash, who wasn't
wearing his worn-out cap that time, in front of what
was catching his attention. There was the
auburn-haired maiden looking down in either shock or
anticipation. He had been watching them for a minute
before he realized they saw him.
"Yo, Ash," Gary looked unaffected. "Grandpa
wants to talk to you."
"Huh, right now?" Ash looked a little anxious to
return to his conversation. Almost gruffly, he asked,
"What about?"
"You know, probably the usual," Gary paused and
with a slightly softer voice continued, "He also wants
to see you too, Misty."
"Um, sure," Misty stopped herself from going
overboard, "It's not about that slowbro, is it?"
Guessing exactly what Gary had, he looked to
Misty for a few seconds before catching himself. It'd
been around four years since he realized Misty and Ash
were together, and would be together for a long time.
All those years where he never heard a "no" from any
other girl were the years when Misty would repeatedly
make it clear: she was Ash's. It was during those
years that Gary struggled with the thought on how Ash
knew it all along, and was merely let it rub in.
Ash himself was preoccupied, or he was until Gary
appeared. "Figures!" Ash sighed in his mind, thinking
of the times Ash was sent to some trip "without
Misty". All those years after they stopped competing
with each other through their Pokemon, they were just
competing with their hearts. Ash was all-too aware of
what Gary was feeling for Misty, but he also knew Gary
wouldn't win.
Yet, he had ruined the moment. Ash was only a
minute or so away from his agenda, when Gary carried
an "important" message. Figures.
"If it is, Oak already sent me to check out
Rochelle Town last week," Ash stood from his past
kneeling position, "The only slowbro I saw there was
deceased."
Not that he overlooked the matter. Ash grieved
every lost Slowbro, or at least he tried to. So many
slowbros were falling to a mysterious virus.
Apparently, the Slowbro virus worked quicker than it
had sounded. Every slowbro nearby it would lose the
will to eat, to live, and would eventually turn too
decrepit to survive. All the slowbros Ash had his
diggletts bury appeared so sad, even through the masks
of their impassive faces. It was too much for Ash, too
much for everyone.
"Lesse, a gourmet dinner, ginger ale, candles, a
picnic blanket," Brock was checking his bag of
supplies until he completely dropped them. "Oh, no,
where's Jenny?"
Brock could've sworn he was walking through the
forest with Officer Jenny just a few minutes ago.
Scrambling through his thoughts, he could only wonder
why Jenny would disappear, especially after they heard
the yell of some mysterious figure.
Slapping himself on forehead, he could only
stutter, "D..D..Darn." The Jenny from Pallet Town was
just like all the other officers. She was probably
investigating the situation, as was the instinct for
all the Officer Jennies.
Walking back to where he and Jenny heard the
"mysterious" voice, he eyed Jenny. There she was,
tapping her feet, as if she was waiting for him all
along.
"Where were you?" her eyes were slit in anger.
"Jenny, dear, I�" Brock couldn't help but feel
frustrated. Suddenly reflecting her expression, Brock
replied, "Looking for you."
It didn't take Brock very long to relent. As
with any Jenny, Brock couldn't stand being mad at one
for very long, if ever. Changing his tone to a more
apologetic appeal, his voice became almost inaudible.
"Sorry."
Jenny's dour expression was lifted. "That's
okay, Brock. I should've told you where I was off
too, anyway." During that reply, Brock felt like
falling over. "It was just a wild Growlithe."
Picking up the pace of the conversation, Brock
felt more light-hearted. The argument he usually went
through with Jenny would end quickly. "That's a
relief. So, then," Brock's voice became less
confident.
He'd been planning to ask the question the whole
past week. At every date, even with the romantic
settings, he'd either forget or be too intimidated.
He waited all his life to marry a Jenny or Nurse Joy.
Why couldn't he try then?
The setting wasn't very romantic, yet it seemed
perfect to Brock. The swamp-like forest around them
seemed to be swarmed with insects and bugs, yet there
wasn't a person in site. The hum of the butterfrees
inhabiting the swamp seemed to tell him "Will you
marry me?"
"What?" Jenny obviously heard Brock's outburst.
"Um. . .well, Jenny," Brock was first startled,
but felt his voice slowly crescendo. "Will you do the
honor of being my wife?'
He said it perfectly, or at least didn't stutter
the question to her.
It didn't take long to hear a reply, as Brock's
ears were flooded with the joyful shout "Yes!"
There wasn't much to talk about that didn't lead
to more silence. If there was anything to save the
faltering conversation, it had to come right then and
there.
It was then that two gleeful teenagers distracted
the faltered conversation. One of them was a
brown-haired male with a green-linen vest. The other
was a slightly shorter female whose blue hair seemed
to stand out even in the darkness. Both seemed to be
in a daze as they approached Ash, Misty, and Gary.
"Hey Ash!" Brock held Jenny's right hand up,
"Guess what?"
The ring on Jenny's finger caught Misty's
attention the quickest. "You're getting married?!"
One quick nod from the officer brought on a fury
of excitement.
All through the hysterics and delight, Gary
remained silent. Was he the only one remembering why
they were supposed to meet with Oak? As if he was
waiting through eternity, he halted the conversation
on the future wedding with "Grandpa wants to see us."
The boy across him immediately responded. If
Gary looked closer to what the teenager was placing in
his pocket, he might've forgotten about "Grandpa".
Walking towards the building behind them, Ash walked
off. The hand that was once in his pocket was then
occupied in sifting through his dark hair.
In complete innocence to the proceedings, Misty
walked after him, thus leaving the rest of the group
behind. "Ash," Misty was gasping as he paused for
her, "What'd you run off for?"
"I walked," Ash responded, only to meet a mallet.
Strangely, he kept the same stance, even with Misty's
acute irritation.
"You could've waited." Misty let the dying
conversation fade as they walked into the building.
As Ash opened the door for Misty, he could only
think "I did."
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"Where were you?" Oak fumed at the group before
him.
"Uh, O�Professor Oak," Ash noted the aged man.
Only a few weeks ago, the man was passionately
recalling all the heights of the Pokemon in the world.
Professor Oak was so full of scientific fervor and
youth in his old age. What changed?
"I won't tolerate lateness like this any more.
>From now on, I expect more discipline, especially with
this new. . . assignment."
"Project?" Jenny wasn't sure if she was supposed
to be part of the research staff.
"Yes. I'll need all the help I can get for
this," Oak paused as he held up a yellow disk before
continuing, "This disk."
Gary chose to take his turn in explaining by
being handed the disk. "Apparently, Grandpa
discovered the disk while researching the Slowbro
Project." He inserted the disk into a computer as he
typed a few commands. "Call this a preview."
As a red-haired woman came onto the computer
screen, Professor Oak sighed, "You're not gonna like
this."
Onscreen was a red-haired lady. Obviously not
shy of the camera, she cleared her throat a moment
before beginning to speak.
"As you can see, I, Washuu, the greatest
scientist in the," she seemed to turn in the direction
of an offscreen woman's voice. "Get on with it."
Before continuing, Washuu sighed, and then
turned back to the camera. "I, the world's greatest
scientist in the universe have discovered why you're
here."
"Is this some kind of joke?" Ash looked to Oak
for some kind of laugh, but saw the ireful and
sleepless man wasn't in the mood for humor.
"When looking back into your history, it
spanned over another planet."
It took a full ten minutes before the red-haired
woman showed them the planet she meant. Beforehand,
she was only noting the history of Pokemon, and how
they were genetically altered creations by the
colonists who inhabited their planet. Who'd believe
her account of "animals" turned into "pocket
monsters"? Apparently, once she began showing the
planet, the last words of the video file caught all of
them more emotionally.
". . .but if you don't believe this, then
the Pokemon you care for will�"
"Will what?" Plenty of awful thoughts entered the
Pokemon trainers.
Washuu paused as she rubbed her temples a
moment. It seemed as if she as affected by the
information she was giving. "If you truly care for
the welfare and freedom of your Pokemon, I suggest you
not only review these files, but develop any kind of
defense you have. You're in for one heck of an
enemy."
What affected Officer Jenny the most was using an
"army". The "forces" of their world were almost nil,
even with the local police stations in each town.
Jenny usually relied on her Growlithes for backup
instead of other humans.
The only type of large army Jenny heard of being
developed was consisting mainly of Pokemon. The
factor of having another dominating world was too
overwhelming.
"I can't help but feel sorry for them." Washuu
sighed at her viewscreen.
"Don't be." Rei allowed the confusion in Washuu
come from the comment. "Everyone has a purpose. Mine
is to make sure they carry out theirs."
"Didn't see you there."
For the first time, Washuu saw Rei smile.
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Those who didn't first laugh off the news
broadcast in Rochelle Town were divided. Some still
encased their creatures in the pokeballs, while others
realized the inhumanity of it. Even with the turmoil
over the news, there were an even more select few who
were dealing with the broadcast. It was only six
months or so after the reports were confirmed, by
notable entities like Professor Oak or Professor Bill.
. .
"Five months, dear," James sighed, "You promise
to stay the same afterwards?"
Stay the same. The wife standing beside him
sighed as they looked over the town center. Nothing
stayed the same when they began their chain of
restaurants, shopping centers, and any other franchise
that involved money. When they started the legal
life, they became incredibly wealthy. Their lives had
changed.
Jesse fingered a lock of James' turquoise hair.
"Only if you do."
From the roof of their building, they could've
looked upon the town forever, but time intervened.
Entering the rooftop apartment, a bushed Meowth
struggled to bring in a cardboard box. With a hoarse,
worn voice, he called from an empty room, "Jesse,
James!"
Both the tall, auburn-haired female and the
blue-haired billionaires turned in the direction of
the voice. They knew a long time ago the ambition and
spirit in the quickly aging feline Meowth made him as
valuable as the past "precious" pokemon they met
before. As they turned to the living room, both Jesse
and James reminisced of the past Team Rocket lives.
"To protect the world from devastation," Jesse
smiled.
"To unite all peoples within our nation," James
continued.
"Team Rocket blasting off at the speed of light,"
"Surrender now or prepare to figh. . ." James'
line was shortly cut off.
"Jesse! James!" Meowth's worn voice beckoned
once again for them to go.
"Just a second, Meowth!" Jesse yelled. She never
appreciated their old motto being interrupted.
Heaving the box to one of the couches nearby,
Meowth merely sighed. Every time he entered the
couple's apartment, it'd take them a few minutes for
them to even respond. They were married how long?
As their mumbles decreased in sound, there was an
increase in nearness as Meowth heard them approaching.
Taking a half-filled, blue 3-inch binder from the
box, he opened it instantaneously to some random page.
"I was expecting you two," he looked down to the
page, which had some random scribbles and doodles on
it. Immediately switching the page in embarrassment,
he directed his attention to another page, filled with
numbers and some dozen calculations. "Ah, yes. The
'ETRAS report'. I trust you two read over the
booklets I gave you."
Their blank expressions told him no. "Just where
were you two last night?!"
"Going over the Celadon City Mall accounts!"
Jesse blurted.
At the exact time, James replied, "At the Saffron
City Convention!"
Afterward, they immediately said each other's
replies, bringing them into a deeper hole than before.
"At the movies," they both sighed afterwards.
Normally, Meowth would've readied his claws in
annoyance, but merely stood in front of them. At
first statuesque, Meowth's expression slowly dissolved
into a smile.
"How'd I get stuck with you two?" he walked back
towards the cardboard box, reaching in it for two
portfolios. Red and blue, he handed them to Jesse
and James.
"Pretty much, they're the budget reports for this
whole Sector 9."
"Refresh me again on 'Sector 9'?" James sighed as
he opened the portfolio. His jaw dropping at the site
of some disturbing numbers on the report, he turned to
the cat. "Are you nuts?! This'll cost us millions!"
"Correction, hundreds of millions!" Jesse
mirrored James's expression.
"What're you trying to do to us?" It didn't
matter which of the two said it.
Meowth used his claws that time. "Don't you
remember? This is because of the whole ETRAS ordeal!"
They looked to each other for a clue, both
recalling all they'd forgotten during the night
watching the new Spielbug movie. Something about
close encounters with the relatively same kind. . .
"Ah, yeah, the 'gotta-save-our-planet' budget."
"Exactly." Meowth quieted a moment, continuing,
"The base that's got our fair city's planning
officials quirked."
Directly 1700 meters below them was a station
housing at least thousands of former "pokemon
trainers". Only six months ago, they'd given up the
use of pokeballs and other demeaning pokemon battles.
Only, what separated them from the hundreds of
thousands of other trainers who'd done the same was
where they were there. Underground.
"It's been, what, four months here?" Richie
poured some soda into his mug. "Want some?"
Ash waved one hand as he read one of many
documents strewn on his desktop. "Nah. Misty noted
how that company polluted the Orange Sea.
Looking towards the label of "Purple Soda",
Richie merely sighed. From getting to know Misty, he
realized she wasn't his type. Her love of water, and
all the special creatures in it, would obviously
eliminate most food choices. Every time Ash told him
of some of the substances that quirked Misty, which
once happened daily, he sighed.
As he put down the bottle of "Purple Soda",
Richie sighed again, but in relief that he wasn't in
that kind of relationship.
"You miss her," Richie commented, as he was
already over the loss of the soda.
Ash stared at the document titled "ETRAS". He
just couldn't concentrate on all the figures, the
notations, that report that was updated daily. Of
course he missed her.
Putting the packet of papers down, the teenager
replied, "That obvious?"
"I could read you like a book. An easily read
one, that is." Richie glanced a moment towards the
purple soda. "Why don't you just call her?"
"There's supposed to be a limited contact with
the outside, remember? One call every month or so."
"So, you can fudge the rules a little,
Commander." Richie cunningly remarked, only to frown
at his statement. When a law applied to the soldiers
under his command, it counted doubly for himself.
"Well, it's been, what, four months since you've
contacted her? Besides, by now, she probably thinks
you're dead or something."
"There was a time when she actually thought so,"
Ash recalled Lavender Town from his statement and
smiled in thought. "It shook her up then, but now, I
think.. ."
"She'd be plenty worried now." Richie might've
seemed slightly irritated. "Just like she's worried
now."
Seeming to ignore the comment, Ash picked up the
document again, looking it over a minute before
returning his gaze to Richie. "It seems that Oak's
slowbro's still survived."
"That's the daily report?" Richie knew there was
more to the headline.
"That and apparently, he's found more to the
ETRAS disk."
The ETRAS disk. Richie saw it only once;
realizing it was named after the label on it. Even if
he didn't see the contents within it himself, he'd
heard plenty from rumors and mostly Ash that it was
what stirred their whole operation. Whether it was
still classified was another lingering thought that
crept into his mind.
Richie listened as Ash continued; "There were
these coordinates in one of the data files." Ash held
the report up.
"Just coordinates?" Richie didn't need to ask
"Nothing more?"
"Probably a sign I'd better give him a call," Ash
said exactly what he was motioning to do. Pressing a
speed-dial button, he was immediately connected with
the scientist.
Ash knew from months before that he wouldn't see
the Oak of the past. None of that scientific
enthusiasm that lighted those near him, Oak was aging.
With no sign of the youthful expression in the
senior, Ash expected a forlorn scientist.
He called one. Oak, who was right next to the
videophone, instead let it ring awhile before giving
into it. He was no longer delved into work that he'd
forget the phone by accident; he just chose to let it
ring.
Come the sixth ring, Oak gave up and went in
front of the phone camera, answering it in a hoarse
manner. "Hello?" his voice creaked. He answered the
caller's first question with "Yeah, it's been faxed to
pretty much every sector."
"I see," Ash's voiced, letting the silence on the
other end direct him to continue. "So pretty much,
you forgot to tell Sector 9 what it was."
"Not to you." Oak couldn't help sounding rough as
he said it. Continuing after a very short pause, he
sighed. "No, not to anyone. If anyone thought it was
important, I would've been called."
Ash knew how Oak preferred sharing his
information in person. "It must be, professor. Why
else was the headline so vague?"
Whatever. Oak could've said something like it,
but he was somehow flattered. Oak originally intended
the headline to be "eye-catching" that day, but only
Ash had requested an answer to it. "Yes," Oak's voice
suddenly uplifted. "In truth, the coordinates were
well-placed. They're not there!"
While Oak held the same posture and expression
like the minute before, the gaze of his eyes had
changed. He seemed to glow of interest towards the
subject. "What do you mean?" Ash asked inevitably,
growing in more curiosity.
"As if the space around it disappeared, Ash. I
had both G and M check out the coordinates and points
around it. Nothing, though there was enough evidence
to believe there was . . ."
"Something," Ash ended the sentence. "So you
mean we were meant to find that place?"
"Possibly. But don't you mean us scientists
here?"
Ash nodded. There was more to discuss with their
conversation, but they both had duties. Ash had to
act as the Commander of Sector 9, and Oak had his own
obligations, to the "animals" and the new "coordinate
problem".
Gary and Misty themselves were delved into their
work. What were they planning to become? Astronomers?
Their conversation ended only minutes afterward.
Ash was more focused on the daily drill exercises,
over the scientific data he'd probably never
understand.
Oak walked over to G and M. Like usual, Gary
stood over the telescope machinery with one eye on the
lens, and the other on M. Misty would record the data
read to her, and would usually repeat the dictation,
for every observation to remain relevant. They worked
unusually well together.
Once she recognized the approaching figure, Misty
exclaimed, "Professor!"
Her smile seemed to light up the room. Either
she was finally contacted by Ash or she and Gary
discovered something. It was the latter.
"Professor Oak," Gary took the chance to greet
him formally. "Apparently your coordinates were off."
Somewhere in the cosmos was a red-haired
scientist screaming at her viewscreen, "What?"
"Please. Explain." Oak was once again felt
somewhat morose. Sitting down at the desk closest to
the pair of astronomers, he seemed to motion "I'm all
ears".
Gary immediately typed numerous codes into a
nearby computer. The first of three images appearing
was of mere space. Shortly after was the viewing of a
blurry light. Typing more commands, Gary allowed the
computer screen to project the same light, only
surrounded by a slightly illuminated space.
"As you can see, Professor Oak," Misty's voice
echoed the tone of Gary's, "That is a black hole."
"And. . ." Professor Oak couldn't help but
respond roughly.
"And the pictures were taken in less than a
second's difference of each other." Gary responded.
"What's your point?"
"The spot where we observed this was half a
light-year away."
"Then don't focus on the black hole." Oak also
could've mentioned it was easy as that, but declined.
"There's nothing within the area of the
coordinates," Gary sighed, but then took a breath. It
was very quick, since Oak was about to mention how he
already knew". Immediately continuing his words, Gary
noted, "Nor any abnormalities around the entire area."
"The data we've found on the disk, has it ever
failed us before?"
Out in another universe was a red-haired
scientist glued to her viewscreen. "Exactly," she
exclaimed, "I'm the greatest scientist in the
universe!". With an "A" and "B" puppet-size version of
her on each shoulder, she pretty much chanted the
statement.
"Then there's nothing more to study, Professor,"
Gary let Misty hand him a clipboard as he walked off
out of the room. The data on the black hole they were
just studying, it would probably have become another
lost amount of information. He walked off with it.
Breaking her solemnity, Misty got up from her
chair, looking straight into the despaired Professor's
eyes.
"Please don't take it personally, Professor."
Oak merely sighed as he turned away for a moment.
"Don't worry, I haven't."
She couldn't accept it. "He's just tired. We're
all tired," Misty's cheeriness faded slightly to
reveal a worn expression. Still, throughout her
fatigue was the look of sincerity when she said, " But
he does love you."
Oak didn't need to reply. It'd honestly been
awhile since someone pointed out how Gary actually
cared for his Grandpa. Finally reassured, his face
lightened.
"We've got work to do," Oak's mouth moved to form
a smile.
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RECAP: (But if u read the parts before this, why
bother?)
1. Pokemon: So far, Jesse was introduced as a
second SailorMars, much to Raye (SailorMars in
SailorMoon) and Jesse's own distaste. Brock, dressed
in a tuxedo with a rose in hand, was just sensing
danger and was off on another crusade. A male in
another tuxedo appeared to Brock with a yellow rodent
on his shoulder.
2. Evangelion. Shinji Ikari, a dispirited young
adult, was sharing an island with the girl who
constantly nagged him in his past life. Asuka was
rambling of "seeing only Shinji" while on the island
with him. Though thinking they were the only survivors
of the third impact (where every human on earth was
turned to liquid), a classmate was having troubles of
his own. Only a few months ago, Touji appeared on what
seemed to be another world (the world of Ranma1/2) to
greet a green-haired lady and a clumsy, blonde girl.
With no recollection of the world he came from, he
somehow ended up falling for Serena. Just recently
falling in love with the girl (Serena A.K.A.
SailorMoon), Touji kept noticing something was wrong
with her. By visiting his adopted parents' friend,
Dr. Tofu, Touji began recalling visions of Evas, and
possibly the past he had forgotten. With the addition
of a past classmate, Kensuke, Touji himself was
recovering his past.
3. Tenchi Masaki (a boy who found out he was a
prince from the world of Jurai) had dealt with unusual
proceedings in his home. Dealing with the space pirate
(Ryoko) and a relative who happened to be a princess
from Jurai (Ayeka) was tough enough. Unfortunately,
Tenchi found exactly what Washuu discovered (Shinji
and Asuka on one of Washuu's homemade worlds.) and met
a green-haired woman (Setsuna from SailorMoon).
Another experiment or creation of Washuu's went wrong
(Just like usual).
4. Ranma Saotome and Akane Tendo had their own
weird lives in Nerima before meeting a green-haired
lady (Setsuna). Ranma was a guy who turned to a girl
when splashed with cold water, who'd usually go into
harsh situations to turn back (with hot water) to a
guy. Akane was the martial arts school owner's
daughter who was set up to marry Ranma. Combining
their weird fianc�es parents, enemies, and whatever
came their way, their lives became a great mess until
they were finally married. Only five years after their
marriage, they both realized Ranma wouldn't be able to
give Akane a child. Once Setsuna came to them in
their fifteenth year of marriage, they were more than
willing to accept a child and whatever would happen
next.
A year after Serena's arrival, Touji came (read
part2) and somehow fell for Serena (literally and
figuratively). Both Serena and Touji knew nothing of
their past in their own worlds (from the aid of a
certain green-haired lady), yet began recalling it by
visiting Dr. Tofu. From seeing inkblots, Serena lost
more control of her mind than Touji; letting herself
recall her past as SailorMoon and the guy she once
loved (Mamoru A.K.A. Tuxedo Mask). Oblivious to
Serena's past, Touji merely let himself and Serena
fall further from each other.
5. SailorMoon (known as Serena in SailorMoon)
wasn't the only character with bad recollections.
When Setsuna sent Serena from her world to Ranma's,
Jesse was sent in her place as SailorMars2. Handling
everything as well as they could, the other sailor
scouts merely let Jesse be a Sailor Scout, except
SailorMars (Raye). Setsuna (SailorPluto A.K.A. the
green-haired lady A.K.A. the protector of time) went
over to greet Washuu on a "little" disturbance in
time.
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Author's Note: Okay, this is done, though most
likely just a draft. For now, I'm scrimmaging for
time.
C&C (Congratulations or Criticisms or both) to
Undine2040@yahoo.com (Wise Crystal)
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