Forging and Temperance
An experimental Ranma/Sailor Moon crossover fanfiction.
Disclaimer: The paints in this story are from Takahashi, Viz (Ranma
1/2), and Kitty Films, Naoko Takeuchi (Sailor Moon). They are used
here on this easel without permission.
Experimental disclaimer: This story's a bit ... weird. Even by my standards.
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Forging and Temperance
***
I) Forward/Preface
1.) Setsuna Dreams...
a.) ...of Yesterday
b.) ...and Today
c.) ...and Tomorrow
2.) Nerima is a city of tinder
a.) Setsuna Meddles
b.) Three Conversations
c.) No Compromise
3.) And From the West, a Spear of Flame
a.) Refinement
b.) Forging
c.) Vengeance
d.) Binding
4.) Setsuna's Words
a.) What Will Be, Must Be
b.) In Private, an Objection
5.) Among the Ashes
a.) Remnants of a Legacy
b.) Words: Promises and Lies
c.) The Pact, and the End of the Saotome Clan
6.) Makoto's new Roommate
a.) Cramped Quarters
b.) The Exchange Diary
7.) Training and Warfare
a.) Parting Wisdom
b.) Ranma's New Pet
c.) An Old Friend and a New Friend
8.) Synthesis
a.) Contamination
i.) Cooking
ii.) School
b.) Sympathy
i.) Fighting
ii.) War
c.) Fusion
i.) Life
ii.) Living
9.) A Songfic Cleverly Disguised as a Segment
a.) Open Invitation
10.) Setsuna's Reason
a.) Another Dream
11.) For a Dying Friend
a.) Denial
b.) Acceptance
c.) Growth
12.) Independence
a.) Solitude
b.) Competence
13.) The Summons
a.) Timely Arrival
b.) Return to balance
14.) Setsuna's Heart
a.) Hope
b.) The Ball
15.) Memories
a.) Eight dances
b.) Our Brightest Star
~Fin
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[[[ Forward/Preface ]]]
This is a story, and it's one you've seen before. No, really.
Scroll back a few lines.
Yes, that's part of it.
Well, of _course_ it's experimental.
But even though you've seen this story before, it's not, necessarily,
the one you're familiar with.
Then, this isn't a story of the destination at all; you know that
heading in. This is a story of the journey. Unless it isn't.
So we begin.
***
[[ Setsuna Dreams... ]]
***
[ ...of Yesterday ]
Her skirts swept the floor as she crossed the room, too much in a
hurry to gather them up. Her husband's eyes flashed to her, and he
bowed low, looking away immediately.
Smothering a frown of displeasure, she stopped before him. "I hear,"
she began tersely, "rumors that you have taken a mistress."
"Lies, I assure you," he said quietly, turning his back to her, and
staring into the cold marble fireplace of their shared quarters. "I
have feelings, Milady. I am but a Guardian, pure in deed and word
only. My spirit is not so great as yours."
She bit back a cry of rage, of anger, and of hateful jealousy.
Schooling herself, she assumed control of her emotions. "Who is she?"
"Best I not say, Milady," he said neutrally, still not meeting her eyes.
"Oh, have you reason to think that?" she snarled. "I can cross the
span of space and time in the blink of an eye to know for certain what
the truth is. Do not mistake, husband, my respect for you for an
inability to use my powers--"
And then he did turn on her, his eyes blazing with furious power.
"Is that how it is to be?" he growled. "I give you my body, Setsuna,
as you asked. I give you my word. I am your servant, in all ways.
The last I retain for myself, is my hope, my will. My dreams. Will
you take those, too, knowing that I would die before I betray you?
Will you defy the will of our Queen because you are unhappy that my
mind wanders, even though I remain as I should? Is it so great a
thing, from so small a man, that it cannot be forgiven?"
She ground her teeth. And looked away.
***
[ ...of Today ]
Her queen's final words to her echoed. That order to maintain what
could, and carry on to the future. As instructed, she had not been at
the final battle. She watched from a place outside of space, numb and
unfeeling as all she had known crumbled.
There, in the remains of the palace, where the last stand had been
made ... there lay her husband's body, though he fell reaching for
another woman. And then she understood, well and truly, why her
husband would never reveal who his heart belonged to.
"Ah," she gasped, slumping to lean on her staff, before the gates. "It hurts."
No one else was there to hear her weep her miseries to the timeless silence.
***
[ ...of Tomorrow ]
Time had hardened her where her husband's unfettered heart had not.
She had spent ages beyond mortal perceptions merely studying the
future, watching the effects of a single change like ripples across a
pond.
Watching, she analyzed, and planned, and plotted. Some changes were
subtle, and required little effort. Others were vast, sometimes
requiring her to spend years studying masters of various arts until
she could replicate their feats. Ultimately, she learned, and grew.
Until she had reasoned that she was able to follow her last orders,
forever. "For you, my queen," she whispered, looking at the sleeping
world outside of the Gates, "I will see it done."
***
[[ Nerima is a city of tinder ]]
A young martial artist gathered his small child into his lap, and
looked deeply into his wife's eyes, pledging that she would shape him
to be a man among men. Behind him, just outside of time, if you knew
where to look, a woman with a key-topped staff watched the signing of
the contract.
***
[ Setsuna Meddles ]
Ultimately, it had been her shaping of his life that led him to the
potential he held. As careful as Setsuna had been in guiding him, as
close as she'd managed to keep him for that time he'd be needed....
It wasn't for him, or even for her. It was all for her Queen.
And yet.... She couldn't help but feel the barest glimmering of
remorse, as she watched possible futures fall away, his destiny
becoming more rigidly defined as it progressed. Soon, he would have
no escape, save death.
Wasn't it all worth it, if it ended the way she had been told it must?
***
[ Three Conversations ]
Akane rubbed at her temples irritably. "Look," she said in a quiet
voice, "this isn't something that's open to discussion. I asked you
here to see if we could work things out peacefully. Ranma's _already_
made up his mind."
Shampoo sniffed haughtily. "You no take Airen from Shampoo," she
demanded. "Violent-girl pretend to marry Shampoo's husband without
permission -- very bad thing. Do not be obstacle."
Akane growled wordlessly, and turned to her sister and her father,
who were mediating the conversation.
Nabiki raised an eyebrow. "What makes you think I can possibly
resolve.... Say, do you hear that?"
***
"It's such a wonderful evening, Genma," Nodoka murmured, sitting on
the rear porch of her home. "I'm glad you and Ranma are finally back!
Where did he need to go in such a hurry, by the way?"
"He had to have a talk with one of his friends," the martial artist
replied with a shrug. "Ah, look, Nodoka, a shooting star!"
"Dearest ... I don't think that's a shooting star."
***
"So, what _are_ you saying, then?" Ukyou asked, more of a growl, as
she rubbed at the tears on her face. "You're trying to tell me that
you're just going to throw me by the wayside? Again?"
"That ain't it!" he protested, shaking his head. "Look, Ucchan,
you're my friend, and one of my better friend's at-" He cut off
suddenly, eyes widening as he gasped, reeling as though physically
struck. "No," he breathed shakily. "Saffron!"
***
[ No Compromise ]
In the end, unflinchingly, Setsuna did as she had been bidden. It
hurt, but as she had practiced, the hurt had lessened. Now, after
centuries, this small thing ... these last bits of meddling ... they
felt so small, so insignificant that sometimes she wondered where the
pain had gone.
Perhaps, she mused, there simply hadn't been room for it anymore.
Perhaps, loyalty could triumph over her own wishes ... as it once had
for her husband.
***
[[ And From the West, a Spear of Flame ]]
His arrival was preceded only by the rolling curtain of flame that
exploded from his impact point. Buildings were reduced to ruin in
moments, the devastation expanding to consume all of Nerima before it
stopped. Smoke and dust billowed upwards in clouds that cloaked the
city in darkness.
And then, deep and furious, filling the ominous clouds with flashes
of red, a voice bellowed in Mandarin Chinese, "Where is Saotome
Ranma?"
***
[ Refinement ]
Crafting a weapon, Setsuna knew, was a task that required the utmost
attention to detail. And one of the most critical details was to burn
away all of the impurities in your stock before you began.
***
Ranma's mind had cast aside everything but the immediate battle.
There was more, of course, but he couldn't afford to consider it, not
now. He couldn't think about the exploding remains of buildings he
crashed through. Konatsu's cry of pain before nothing, or Ukyou's
pained gasp.
It was hard to tell, beneath the skies of rolling fire, where he was
going. He felt, distantly, that the magic of the phoenix pill was
still working to save him, though the body clutched in his arms--
Think of that later, he thought, turning his attention ahead of him.
A ... a green field. Yet unburnt.
Perhaps a safe place. Saffron was behind him, he knew, but his
attention was elsewhere, a stream of fire wide as a city block
obliterating ... something ... while he yelled, continuing to demand
that Ranma show his face. There, the school! That was the track!
The school was intact. He moved forward, drawing a breath of
thankfully smoke-free air, and leapt to the peak of the roof. The air
was clear, allowing him to see through the narrow span above the
smoke, and beneath Saffron's curtain of flame.
In the distance, the phoenix god hovered, the molten sunlight pouring
from his hand erasing the Neko-Hanten from Tokyo, and leaving a
streaked green spike across Ranma's vision. He looked away, closing
his eyes, and tried to take stock of the situation.
What had he seen? He had seen the clouds of smoke, he decided,
nothing more. Surely, the smoke would prevent him from seeing any
buildings. He set down the body-- He unburdened himself, and opened
his eyes again.
No magic staff, he thought bitterly. Not this time. No magic from
Akane either. She was ... safe at the dojo.
He opened his eyes, as he sensed people lighting on the roof behind him.
Slowly, numbly, he turned, and stared. Nine girls in cheerleader
outfits. A man in a tuxedo. Distantly, he remembered hearing Akane
talk about them being in the news, and then recognized them.
"Heh," he managed, through cracked, dry lips. "That's rich."
***
As she landed from the last leap, Ami stared at the boy already
waiting there. His back was turned, but he wore a blue, tattered
Chinese shirt. It was scorched, one sleeve actually still smoking.
As he turned, his face and hands were dark with soot, his eyes a hard
gray emerging from beneath a black curtain.
He coughed once, and then said, "Tha's rich."
"Isn't it?" Setsuna asked, striding forward to peer at him closely.
"We'll be noticed in a minute, Ranma. And then Saffron will destroy
any chance of saving anyone." She pointed at the body Ami had been
trying not to see, the one lying behind the boy on the ground, the
girl who would have looked a bit like Makoto, perhaps, if.... "She's
still alive. Look behind you, Ranma. There is no smoke. After you
look at her ... look for the dojo."
Something dangerous flashed in the boy's eyes, a flicker of bright,
colorless energy, and he turned his back on Setsuna. The others were
transfixed with the boy, so only Ami watched the Senshi of Pluto.
Only she saw Setsuna flinch. A curtain of fire exploded towards them,
but came short, a wave of heated air still blasting across the
rooftop.
The boy tensed, and crouched in front of the body he was protecting,
his clothes becoming more singed, but he himself showing no sign of
wear. Ami felt her own energy being used to deflect the heat, and
instinctively raised a hand to shield her face, and then it was over,
and an echoing laugh sounded from the sky.
The terrible thing that had come from China then pointed at them, and
its voice echoed. "I have found you!" she knew it said, though she
distantly realized that she didn't know Chinese. "Saotome Ranma, for
your crimes, I shall show you no mercy. Learn what the true wrath of
a god is, mortal, and tremble that you may not use my own weapons
against me!"
Ami heaved a shuddering sigh, and glanced at the boy. He rose from
the body, and stared at Setsuna, his eyes hard. "Last time," he
growled, "I had a magic staff. I can't do this. Not alone."
"What was once forbidden shall be no more," Setsuna said, smirking.
"You need a magical staff, Ranma? Take one." Setsuna pointed
unerringly at Hotaru.
The boy didn't wait, didn't ask, and didn't, really, even seem to
move. He was simply there, striding away from Hotaru with the Silence
Glaive in one hand. At the fifth step, he stopped, staring at the
point where his skin touched the glaive in fascination. Ami looked,
too, and saw curling smoke rise, thick and white.
"What's going on here?" Usagi finally burst out. "I'm confused!"
"Don't be," Setsuna said mildly. "However! Time is short. There
were, in times that none of you remember, Guardians who defended the
Senshi. It is time for their spirit, weak though it was, to be
revived in a single vessel. This one, who has been born with all of
the components in him."
Ranma's gaze rose from his smoking hand, to stare at Setsuna, rage
lighting in his eyes.
Usagi shook her head, trying, "But ... how--"
"Simply heal him," Setsuna said. "The shattered pieces of his soul
will mend. If not ... then the Glaive will destroy him."
"You bitch," he spat at Setsuna suddenly, his hand now aflame. "I'm
outta here."
And with that, he vanished.
Setsuna raised her staff in warning, and said something ... and
everything went dark.
***
[ Forging ]
When a true masterwork sword is crafted, stock is drawn for two
weapons. One weapon will house all of the positive qualities, and the
other will house all of the negative qualities. The true sword will
remain loyal to its wielder, so long as the anti-sword is safely
sealed away.
But an incomplete weapon is not truly perfect.
***
He was distantly aware of arguing behind him, but he ignored it; the
fire had risen to his elbow, and only the soul of ice drove away the
distraction. His time was short, and he caught the ruined awning of a
nearby building, tearing the thick canvas from its metal frame and
swirling it about his shoulders like a cloak.
Within the Thief's Mantle, he rose to the rooftops, what shattered
few remained, and caught the hot wind on his cloak, rising to face his
enemy.
***
It seemed to Minako that once Setsuna had managed to move all of them
to the yard, as the school building exploded, that someone should have
taken care of the innocent victim who had been left there. "Where's
... the girl?" she asked in confusion, looking back at the building.
Setsuna collapsed, lying prone on the field.
"Where's Mako-chan?" Usagi gasped.
***
The canvas Ranma had chosen was sturdy, but even with Iron Cloth and
the Soul of Ice, he couldn't contain the phoenix god's flames long
enough to throw them back in his face. He knew, of course, that fire
did nothing to Saffron anyway, but he had nothing else to work with
from the Umisen-ken.
The Yamasen-ken did nothing to Saffron, his attempts at throwing
spears and javelins meeting failure. The glaive wouldn't let him form
vacuum blades, and he couldn't get close enough to use the polearm as
a weapon itself.
So instead, he worked on deflecting Saffron's fire into the ground,
slowly carving out a great spiral.
***
Usagi ran for the ruins of the school with all her might, the other
Senshi ordered to action tending Setsuna or facing the thing that had
attacked. She ran for Makoto.
What she found, was Setsuna, though as she skidded to a halt and
looked over her shoulder, she saw another Setsuna there, still lying
prone. A sense of deep wrongness formed in her heart, and she gasped,
"What ... have you done?"
"I follow orders," Setsuna said quietly. "You must listen to me.
Makoto will survive, as will that girl -- that Ukyou. But not in the
sense you think. In order for the best possible future to be
achieved, everything must proceed in order. And that means you must
heal that boy," she said, pointing to the ruins of Nerima, where a
giant swirling gout of flame began to erupt.
"How? I can't even reach him from here!" Usagi protested, part of
her mind urging her to ignore Setsuna, and simply run for Makoto.
"You can," Setsuna said, smiling. "Just point it at him," she said,
indicating the phoenix creature.
Nodding, Usagi did as she was told, uncertainty causing her aim to
waver ... and miss.
***
He caught the whiff of another power approaching, as the flame from
the glaive began to consume his shoulder, and he instinctively shifted
his angle towards it. Perhaps, he thought, it was from the Senshi.
Well, undoubtedly it was an attack meant to destroy Saffron ... and
Ranma's work was only half-done on the Hiryuu Shouten Ha he hoped
would blow Saffron away until.... Until....
He intercepted the energy, trying to catch it in the canvas, and
fling it at Saffron. But the soul of ice extended into that foreign
power, which slammed through him, and sent him tumbling into the
darkness.
***
[ Vengeance ]
After a weapon is forged, it must be quenched.
***
Hotaru watched, curious that someone had taken the glaive from her.
At Setsuna's urging, so it was understandable ... but curious. As she
watched, the battle had raged, the boy seeming to slip from shadows
behind the flames that the phoenix god hurled about.
But then, something from Usagi struck him, and then he'd exploded in
white light ... and when the light had faded, he was wearing a great,
deep purple cloak, and he yelled, "I am the Guardian of Saturn, and I
am your *destruction*!"
And then, he seemed to flit about near the flaming god, and carve
dark spirals of nothingness into the air itself. These dark spirals
all suddenly exploded inward, shadow and fire combating, but fire
ultimately emerging triumphant.
The explosion compressed into a tiny sphere, which the Guardian
snapped his cloak at, six times, before gliding away. Then the sphere
blossomed into a column of light that seemed to stretch on to
infinity, and at the height Saffron had been, an expanding disc of
flame washed out, clearing the sky of clouds entirely.
And then the skies were empty.
***
[ Binding ]
If a weapon is to be crafted, it can be used by any wielder. It was
not enough for Setsuna to make a weapon; she needed to make it loyal.
***
Makoto had sacrificed herself for the other girl. Or, she would
have, had the other girl not already been dying.
As a result, the two lay side-by-side in the ruins of Furinkan,
Makoto's magical energies and spirit reduced to nearly nothing in her
attempt to protect, as the boy had. The other girl's body was a burnt
ruin ... but she somehow clung to life anyway.
Usagi knew to heal the girl, but Makoto.... "What can I do?" she
sobbed. "I don't--
"Quickly, now," Setsuna said, approaching from the shadows, a massive
egg held in her hands. "There is a way to save them. I know how much
awakening the Guardian drained you, but I knew that this was the best
possible way things could be made to go. Use the power of this, and
heal them both."
Usagi hesitated, but only a moment. She'd come this far, and
Setsuna's heart seemed in the right place.
So she did as she was told, crying out in alarm as the other girl
vanished, and the glow of life returned to Makoto.
The Guardian returned then, and looked about once.
The Senshi paused, studying their new ally. His clothes were
immaculate, a rich purple cloak and matching Chinese shirt with black
wooden ties adorning his shoulders. His arms were not covered by
sleeves, but instead jet black wrist-bands, leaving his biceps bare.
He had black Chinese slacks, and his hair was the same color, running
nearly to his waist in a queue. Purple eyes sparked with energy as he
looked around a second time.
Not seeing what he was looking for, he cast the Silence Glaive away,
letting it fall to the ground carelessly. His eyes suddenly became
gray, his clothing became tattered, and changed color. His hair
became shorter, and was no longer so neatly tied back. The rich
purple cloak became ragged brown canvas. "Well," he said. "Later."
And then he simply wasn't there anymore.
***
[[ Setsuna's Words ]]
There were things that Setsuna had desired to know, when she was cast
out, alone in time. Doors with possibilities and knowledge behind
them. Some of them opened with words, even glances.
But there were also doors that she had not opened, as much as she wanted to.
She'd never watched to see what would happen if she told her princess
all she had done, for in those futures, her princess heard ... but her
queen answered. And Setsuna couldn't bear to see her judgment, not
after all of the planning and effort she had put into this.
***
[ What Will Be, Must Be ]
"Why ... did this happen?" Rei asked. "This is ... all so-"
"This happened because it was inevitable. Saffron would have come,
in time. It didn't involve us, but our options were to ignore it, or
awaken the Guardian. And in the future, there will be need for him."
"But--"
"No 'but's," Setsuna overrode. "What will be, must be. Now, in a
few minutes I will need to fetch back our wayward Guardian."
"Pluto," Usagi said shakily. "You ... told me that I'd heal both of
them. Where ... is the other girl?"
Setsuna shook her head. "She's still there," she said quietly. "If
you know where to look. Makoto is going to require a lot of attention
until she recovers." Then she turned around, and walked away.
***
[ In Private, an Objection ]
"Setsuna!" she hissed, once the others were distracted with looking at Makoto.
The woman halted, one foot across a line of rubble leading deeper
into Nerima's ruined heart. "Yes?" she asked, turning around, and
smiling pleasantly at Ami.
"What-- You might be able to bluster and fool the others, but if
you're capable of a fraction of the things I know you're able to
do.... How can you claim that that's the best possible outcome?
That's terrible! Look around us! The city is in ruins! I can't even
begin to count how many lives have been lost!"
"Oh," Setsuna said quietly. "Don't mistake me. This isn't the end,
Ami. Merely a step across the path. This outcome is not what I'm
looking for. We need to come here to get to a better place."
"How can you look at this and say such things! And how could you let
that happen to Makoto-chan?"
Setsuna sighed, and closed her eyes. "Oh, it was necessary, Ami.
The Guardians were needed, because we were soldiers, but not warriors.
We had those who fought before us, and we supported. You won't
remember this ... not yet. But their spirits were not close to the
Queen, and they were left behind."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"This is the way things could have ended best. If we failed here,
there would be nothing to save. Understand, in another time the
Guardians were often more than simply warriors, Ami. They were
allies, and one alliance was forged much more closely than others. I
do not intrude, because it is not my place to do so. But there was a
strong love between one of the Senshi and her Guardian. Because of
this, her spirit was shattered in two."
"You mean ... that girl...."
"It was. Oh, but it didn't need to be. You must understand this,
Ami-chan. It was Makoto. This time." She smiled then, though her
eyes didn't show it. "It could have been you."
Ami recoiled from the coldness of Setsuna's tone, and shook her head.
"How can you...."
"You'll see, Ami," she murmured, turning deeper into Nerima. "You'll see."
***
[[ Among the Ashes ]]
The koi pond, Ranma had decided, was the center of the Tendo home.
It was now a molten pit, which he stood to one side of. He had just
finished calculating where he thought the living room would have been
in relation to the dojo when he caught sight of her.
"You," he said flatly.
"A dark day, son-in-law," she said quietly.
***
[ Remnants of a Legacy ]
She looked at the boy. He was unhurt, though filthy. His clothing
was in ruin. His eyes were empty and lifeless.
A breeze swirled around them, cloaking the area with soot and ash.
"Yeah," he said quietly. "I don't think I'm lettin' it hit me.
Shampoo was here, ol' ghoul."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. Akane was gonna tell 'er off. So we could get married."
She snorted, closing her eyes. "A noble goal," she muttered.
"Shampoo was loyal to the end. I sense no remnant of her ki here. I
can find no body, only ... ash."
"So. Now what?"
"I don't know, Son-in-law. I imagine that the authorities will be
here soon. Your name was shouted across the sky. Countless lie dead.
Perhaps you will find safety and healing. Perhaps you will find
blame and anger. I can only tell you that if you stay, you will not
find privacy. Not for a long time."
He nodded, reaching into the ashes, and pulling out the Tendo family
naganita, miraculously unscathed from the flame. "I'm out of here,"
he said, shrugging. "Take care, you ol'...." Then he frowned, and
some spark of life came back into his eyes for a moment. "Take care."
"You can find me at the spot where I trained Ryouga," she called, as
he walked away. "For a few weeks. You may wish to train."
He hesitated and turned to look at her curiously.
"And we both may need to say goodbye to Shampoo," she added.
For a silent minute, as the sounds of sirens began to echo in the
distance, he stared at her, then he nodded. "After I say goodbye to a
few other people first."
***
[ Words: Promises and Lies ]
He ran into her just after he'd passed the remnants of the dojo,
while he was in the shadow of a partially remaining wall. For a
moment, he considered trying to speak to her. To ask her what she'd
done. To ask what _he'd_ done.
Then he remembered the weight of the weapon in his hands, and stepped
into the cloak of the Umisen-ken, slipping to one side. Her hand shot
out and grabbed his arm, not so tightly he couldn't escape, but firmly
enough to slow him. "What do you want," he growled.
"To tell you what happened."
"I don't care." He pulled his arm free and strode forward, pausing
when she was standing there, waiting for him. A turn and a leap
carried him to the top of the wall's rubble, and from there he bounded
a distance away, coming to rest in the remains of a playground.
She was sitting patiently atop the ruined heap of a slide, her hands
folded in her lap as she looked up at him expectantly.
He narrowed his eyes, and turned again.
The Thief's Mantle hid him from the eyes of others as he crossed out
of ruined Nerima, running clear across the city, pausing to cling to
trains on occasion until he'd reached Chiba. Then, a run into a
washroom, a splash of cold water, and the Umisen-ken was released.
A casual stroll brought her to a teahouse, where she fumbled a singed
bill from one pocket, and bought a cup of hot chocolate as she sat to
watch the news on television.
"...few survivors. Currently, authorities are investigating the
whereabouts of this 'Saotome Ranma'. If you see anyone matching this
description...." And then it cut to a shot of his form, blurry, and
from a great distance, purple cloak flaring behind him, weapon in his
hands flexing like a yari as he whipped it about, forming spirals of
shadow all about Saffron.
She shivered, and then someone sat down at the table next to her,
pointing a remote control and changing the channel to sports news.
Swallowing, Ranma turned to confront the woman who had offered her the
magical staff again. "Why won't you leave me alone?" she sighed.
"Because your destiny is not over."
"Everything ... everyone I knew," she said, shaking her head.
"They're all...."
"Not all of them," the mysterious woman assured her. "Some survived,
Ranma. I'm sure you saw your teacher."
"Huh," Ranma snorted. "Teacher. Yeah. She's around. And me. And
what else? My life is over."
"Pretty much," she agreed. "But that doesn't mean a new one can't start."
"So what's the deal, then?"
"No deal. You've already accepted it, just by being born. Part and
parcel, you're caught up in the destiny of others, and you will
protect them. Perhaps, in time, you will even come to love them."
She rolled her eyes. "Whatever."
"Your friend. Ukyou. She still lives."
She could see the reflection of her own blue eyes flashing in the
violet of the mysterious woman's gaze. "How?"
***
[ The Pact, and the End of the Saotome Clan ]
"I'll explain more in detail later," Setsuna assured the boy who was
currently a girl. "For the moment, rest assured, she lives. What
I'm telling you is:
"You will agree to work with us. You'll begin recovering memories,
soon. Of the people you were, of the people you could have been.
They will slowly drive you mad without guidance. I can give you
that."
"You're just full of good news," he said. "What next?"
"I'm sure," she murmured. "Give up your name. Find a new one. I
don't care what it is -- you're a wanted criminal now. Cut your hair.
Make yourself someone people won't recognize. Change your clothing.
I'll find you then, and I'll give you further instructions. Do we
have an understanding?"
"You got nothing but me curious. I'm doin' this for Ucchan.
Maybe.... Well. She's all that's left."
"I'm not going to seek you out until I know I have your word. And I
_know_ what your word is worth."
Ranma glowered at Setsuna, but nodded curtly. "Fine. On my honor as
a martial artist, I'll listen to you while making sure that Ucchan's
really okay."
"Good enough for me," she decided. A heartbeat later, Ranma was
gone, and then, so was she.
***
[[ Makoto's new Roommate ]]
Makoto blinked, and then her eyes opened, light brown and plainly
confused. Rei bit her lip, and asked, "Hey, are ... you okay?"
"I'm fine," Makoto said dizzily. "Where's ... where's Ranchan?"
Rei wasn't certain how to answer that question. Minako hazarded, "Who's that?"
"My fiance," Makoto said. "I think."
"Er ... did you hit your head?" Usagi asked. "Can you remember me, Mako-chan?"
Makoto looked very confused. "My name's Ukyou. Kuonji Ukyou. Who
the heck are you?"
Rei stared, and then 'Ukyou's' eyes seemed to go distant, and ...
turned green. She wobbled unsteadily, but retained her feet. "I feel
kind of dizzy," she said quietly. "What happened?"
***
[ Cramped Quarters ]
"Really, Ukyou-san, until we can work out some sort of arrangement,
or you can understand better what you're doing, it's probably best if
you not leave this apartment," Ami reasoned, trying to calm the girl.
"Remember, you're not ... ah ... just ... yourself right now.
Ukyou was momentarily flustered, but shook her head, and said, "Yeah,
but ... like hell you're going to keep me locked up in here! I've got
a restaurant to run!"
"Do you now?" Setsuna drawled. "Nerima is a pile of ash. Kuonji
Ukyou is listed as dead by the police, and all of the identification
on you says 'Kino Makoto'. How do you expect to run anything like
that?"
"Pluto-san," Ami said, putting a quiet edge into her voice. "Is this
really necessary?"
Setsuna's violet eyes targeted Ami for an amused moment, and then she
ignored the question. "So, 'Ukyou'.... You've got nothing left. Not
even your own face."
Ukyou looked like she was about to punch Setsuna, and Ami wasn't in a
mood to try and stop her. "What's your deal," she growled. "I....
Ranchan saved me. Konatsu ... he died ... but ... I know that Ranchan
was carrying me away. He's still out there."
"Not as such," Setsuna said, her smile widening. "He's become our
Guardian, Ukyou. And you are what will bind him to us."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Ukyou asked, sitting down and
obviously stunned by what she was hearing.
"You can meet and be with your 'Ranma' again if you agree to
cooperate with us. Use your skill in league with our own, and Ranma
will protect you. In doing so, he will aid all of us. Is this such a
terrible thing to ask?"
"My life is over!" Ukyou exclaimed, stomping one foot. "How can you
say it's not such a terrible thing?"
"What is your life, Ukyou, beyond Ranma? I'm offering him to you."
"But...." Ukyou shuddered, and stared at her feet, hands balling
into fists. "Fine," she muttered.
***
"Well," Makoto mused, leaning back against the tree. "I do mind. I
mean ... half of my life is gone ... and sometimes I wake up in the
middle of something I don't remember starting out."
"Yeah," Usagi mused. "We went into the movie with Ukyou, and came
out with you. Good thing they didn't catch us and charge for an extra
ticket!"
Rei rolled her eyes. "Anyway. I'm glad you don't seem furious about
it. I would have gone crazy."
"Tell me about it!" Minako exclaimed. "And what's with those pants
she makes you wear all the time?"
"I think they're not that bad," Makoto said defensively. "I just ...
well.... Wish I could talk to her, I guess."
"I do have an idea for that," Ami said hopefully, producing a book
from her schoolbag. "Here, try using this.
***
[ The Exchange Diary ]
Hello. My name is Kuonji Ukyou. I cook okonomiyaki. I'm engaged to
Saotome Ranma, though now he just calls himself 'Wataru'. Or maybe
I'm not engaged anymore. I'm not sure.
I think he was breaking up with me for another woman when we got
attacked. I really only remember fire. And Konatsu. Poor boy. I
hope he's somewhere happier now.
I guess I just showed up and stole half of your life, and I'm not
really sure what good I do with it. Anyway. I 'woke up' in the
middle of class today, and I tried to take the rest of your notes as
best as I could. May have flubbed the math test, but I think history
is good.
Also, there's some extra okonomiyaki in the fridge. I was thinking
of Ranchan so I made a few dozen. You can have them in case your
friends come over. Take care.
--Ucchan
***
Hi there! I'm Kino Makoto, though, I guess you already knew that.
It's nice to meet you! I wish we could have met in person and talked,
but this is better than nothing. I do martial arts, and one of my
hobbies is cooking. I also like gardening, which is why I've got so
many plants in our apartment.
I had a pen-pal, once, but I think this is more fun. And I guess
also more necessary. I'm sorry to hear about your boyfriend. I've
only met him twice -- both times he thought I was you. He saved me
once from a collapsing building, so I'm glad he's around. The other
time he was just introducing his great-grandmother, that really old
lady with the stick, to Rei.
I thought it might be important, so I paid close attention. The
other girls snuck with me, and we listened in on the conversation, the
stories about what Ranma did before in Nerima. Mostly, I wanted to
know about the thing that got us where we are right now.
He seems very sad. He smiles at me, when he thinks he's seeing you,
just a little. Thanks for your help with the homework, too. I made
breakfast for tomorrow, and left it in the same spot -- the girls came
over for okonomiyaki. But don't forget! They're your friends, too.
--Mako-chan
***
Heya, Mako-chan. Um, I owe you a big apology, I know you were
interested in Shiro-kun, and all. But when I woke up and saw him
trying to kiss you I freaked out, and clobbered him. Then I panicked
and ran back here.
When I did, Ranchan had stopped by -- he's still following that
little toy he got. I told him I had betrayed him, and then he got all
weird, his eyes turned kind of green, and he mumbled something about a
betrayal that could never happen, and ran off.
I knew it was a bad idea to try and do this. I just screwed things
up with Ranchan and Shiro-kun both. I'm going to give up. I don't
know how else to do it, and I can't take your chance at Shiro-kun
away. I'll learn to like him, I hope.
--Ucchan
***
Oooooh, Ucchan, you can't be so hard on yourself. Things with Shiro
weren't really working out anyway. Before you took over I'd just made
up my mind to tell him off. Lucky for me, you did me a favor. I
don't like the idea of you giving up on your chance at happiness for
me; that just doesn't seem fair.
But I want to be happy too.
I think since you suggested it, I'll go ahead and ask, even though
the question makes me nervous. Since we're going to be the same
person, Ucchan, why don't we both go after Wataru?
--Mako-chan
***
I like Ranchan. I love him. But I don't know if we can do that,
Mako-chan. I don't know if he likes me.
I think ... he's very mad at me. He was going to marry his other
fiancee, and I threw explosive okonomiyaki at him to break up the
ceremony.
It'd take a lot to overcome that.
--Ucchan
***
I know he does. Why else would he come over to talk to you? And I
know he's nicer to me when he thinks I'm you. I'm just worried about
him liking me! But if you're going to be with him, I should be too.
What if I were to wake up when you were kissing him, like almost
happened with Shiro?
I think it's best this way. And honestly, it's hard not to like
someone who fights as well as he does for us.
--Mako-chan
***
Okay, Mako-chan. If it can be done, I guess we're in this together,
aren't we? And unless Rei's lying to me, you've had a crush on him
for a while anyway.
--Ucchan
***
Busted! You aren't mad at me, are you, Ucchan?
--Mako-chan
***
I don't really see what the point of that would be, Mako-chan. I get
to be with Ranchan. At least, I hope I do. That's enough for me.
--Ucchan
***
[ Training and Warfare ]
One eyelid cracked open, revealing his silhouette against the trees.
"You came," the aged woman said. "I didn't think you would."
"Gotta get better at using this," he said, twirling the Tendo family
naganita absently. "Is this one gonna be good?"
"This is good training," she promised. "When I'm done with you....
Well. It'll be a sad day for Saffron if he can come back from what
you did."
***
[ Parting Wisdom ]
"So that's it?" he asked. "Done with training?"
"Unless you come back with me. You can, you know. You can come to
China ... in the future, even, if you'd like. You'll be welcome
there."
"Sorry. I belong here."
"Indeed," she sighed. "Then let me leave you with this advice,
Ranma. Never stop growing. Sometimes, you may need to set parts of
the past aside, and just move on with your life."
The ghost of a smile crossed his face. "I'll remember that," he said softly.
***
[ Ranma's New Pet ]
"So. I had a dream last night," he said staring at his hands. "But
it wasn't a dream, was it?"
"What did you do?" Setsuna asked, cocking her head to one side, and
raising an eyebrow.
"I ... flew. In some ... machine. Like a glider, I think. It
skidded across the surface of some ... enormous cloud ... and then I
pulled up, and I was flying through space.... And there was a window
in a ship, I was going to fly near it, to...." He shook his head.
"Then I woke up. But it wasn't a dream, was it?"
"No," she said quietly. "You remember another life, when you were
another you. The Guardian of Jupiter."
"Is that who I was?"
"It's a portion of what you are."
He frowned at that. "You said this stuff will make me go nuts. So
what's the deal with handling it?"
"Follow these instructions," Setsuna ordered, handing Ranma a small
electronic device, stylized and seeming somehow, very ancient.
"The hell is this?" Ranma asked, squinting at it.
"It's a kind of ... gadget ... that people would use in the Silver
Millennium. It takes notes, and keeps appointments. It gives you
directions when you get lost. It's a more advanced version of a toy
for children to educate them."
"It's a toy?" he asked, flipping it over and examining the other side closely.
"Similar," she said. "This one has been programmed painstakingly by
your wife since the day you died to see to it that you found
happiness."
That shook him, and he stared at her in confusion. "I ain't
married," he warned, raising an eyebrow. "What are you talking
about?"
"Oh, no. You aren't. And you weren't. But a part of you was. And
before she left this place ... she made that for you."
Ranma examined the thing in his hands. "How ... do I use it?" he
asked hesitantly.
"It's like a pet, Ranma," Setsuna said. "It draws energy from
contact with you. Always keep it on or near you. Touch the
screen...."
***
Following the toy's instructions was proving to be interesting. As
the thing had originally instructed him, it was programmed with
messages from his supposed wife, and included such things as
appointments for months in the future, and notes on what he should
call and say to the girls he was now to be working with.
He couldn't see what many of the appointments were for, merely that
they required him to be in specific places at certain times. And
while the only noise it could make was a simple 'beep', it talked to
him incessantly.
The screen was continually scrolling with messages, and when he
spoke, it seemed to understand his questions, and answered them. "Who
are you really?"
"I was your wife," the screen read. "Once, long ago."
"How are you here now?"
"I'm not. This was made long, long ago, Dearest Heart." He flinched
at that name. "But don't flinch; I see the future from where I lay
... I see what will become of you, and I do all that I can to ensure
you that your true desire is granted. Your loyalty must be rewarded."
"I'm loyal?" he mumbled.
"Yes, among the most loyal. It's one of the things that made me fall
in love with you ... but we haven't time for such things, sadly. You
must now attend an appointment. The Guardian will be required. Good
luck."
***
[ An Old Friend and a New Friend ]
Ranma looked up from the display, and frowned. "That's all for
today?" he murmured. "'Talk to Makoto'." Shrugging, he went to the
door of her apartment. He'd visited, several times, to talk to Ukyou,
and scavenge free food.
But it had felt awkward, and distant. He knew it was Ukyou, inside
Makoto's body.... But somehow, he couldn't bring himself to meet her
eyes, the one part he couldn't deny was her, the reason he remained.
She was all he could save ... all he had left to protect, outside of
his supposed late wife's insistence that he should love 'the Queen'
above all others.
Sighing, he knocked on the door, turning when he heard footsteps
behind him. He ran a hand through his rambling, shoulder-length hair,
and shrugged. "Yo," he said. "What's up?"
"Ra...." She trailed off. "Wataru-san," she called out. "Nice to
see you! Would you like to come inside?"
"Sure," he said, as she unlocked the door, and let him inside.
Once they were there, he peered at her face for a moment,
ascertaining that her eyes were brown, not green. "How you doing,
Ucchan?" he asked, looking away.
"Um ... Ranchan.... I'm sorry," she said slowly. Then she took a
hesitant breath, and blurted out, "I betrayed your trust! I'm sorry,
I didn't mean to--"
But suddenly, he remembered another time, another woman ... the same,
but not _quite_ the same ... and she said, "Love, I will betray you,
and it pains me. I tell you first, to give you one last chance...."
"No," he said, his eyes on that distant time, his words from the
same. "There is nothing there to betray. It could not happen." Then
he shook his head, and checked his toy. "I gotta go," he said
suddenly, pocketing it, and running away.
Once he had found privacy, he stared at the device, scowling. "I
thought you were supposed to keep me from going crazy," he grumbled at
it.
The text on the screen scrolled past: "I am. And you aren't, yet.
You'll remember anyway, one life at a time. This way, you can retain
the memory without breaking under the strain."
"So. What next?"
"Find a bridge to sleep under for tonight, dearest heart."
"Good times," he sighed, pocketing it again.
***
"S...so, Ranma-sempai," she stuttered, trying not to shy away from
his gaze, "I'd ... like to invite you to ... stay with me, since you
don't have a place of your own, and I have a spare room. Um. Ucchan
... wanted to, also."
He cocked his head to one side, and then shrugged, glancing over his
shoulder at Ami, the only witness to the exchange aside from himself.
He thought, oddly, that Setsuna should be there. "I dunno," he
mumbled, pulling his toy from his pocket.
"Stay," it read.
He put it away again. "I guess," he said, nodding. "I don't know
why you're being so nice to me, Kino-san. But thanks."
"Y...you seem like a nice person," she managed nervously, her blush
increasing as she stared at the floor.
Ami's expression flickered, and for a moment she looked pained.
"Guardian-san?" she asked.
"Yeah?" Ranma asked, annoyed by the title.
"I am told you are a very honorable person," she said slowly.
He shrugged, then crossing his arms over his chest.
"I'd like your word that you'll take good care of Makoto-chan."
He scratched his head in confusion. "Is that all?" he asked. "No
problem. On my honor."
Ami smiled in sudden relief, and said, "Then I'm glad."
As she left, he asked, "What was that about, Kino-san?"
"Ah, you can call me Makoto," she said quietly. "If you'd like,
Sempai. Ami is just worried that ... you'd hurt me."
"I don't fight girls," he muttered, walking into the room she'd set
aside for him.
"Um ... I was hoping ... you could help me practice my own martial
arts," Makoto managed.
He hesitated, the door nearly closed. "Sure," he said after a
moment. "You fight those things too. Just let me know when you want
to train." Then the door shut.
***
[[ Synthesis ]]
Ukyou sat beside the stream, her knees folded before her, as she
wrapped her arms around them and rocked back and forth slowly, just
admiring the flow of water, and the play of light across the surface.
Makoto sat on the opposite side, and looked up, slowly smiling. "So
that's what you look like," she said slowly.
Ukyou blinked, and squinted. "Well, that's the face I've been seeing
in the mirror the last few weeks," she agreed. "So ... what's this?
We get to meet each other in dreams?"
"I'm not sure," Makoto admitted. "This might be part of what Setsuna
was saying ... how we'd become one person once we were united in
spirit."
Ukyou shivered at that. "I'm kind of scared," she said in a small voice.
Makoto managed a smile. "Me too."
***
[ Contamination ]
Waking after the dream had been peculiar. Makoto woke up, and Ukyou
remained asleep. She was uncomfortably aware of the fact that part of
her mind ... herself, she supposed, in some sense ... wasn't getting
up, but shrugged it off. It was time to get ready for school, and
that meant the first order of the day.
She dragged herself out of the bed, grimacing at how sluggish her
body was. "I wish Ukyou was awake," she sighed.
And suddenly she felt as though someone had grabbed her, and then
pushed her into the back of her head to watch, while Ukyou woke up.
"What?" Ukyou asked tiredly, blinking, and looking around.
"Mako-chan?"
"I'm here," Makoto said, wrestling control away. "Um. This is going
to take some getting used to."
"But it's better than it was!" Ukyou opined. "Now we can at least
see what's going on all the time!"
"Right," Makoto agreed. "So, lets make Ranma-sempai some breakfast
and get ready for school."
***
[-Cooking-]
Ranma awoke from a dream he couldn't remember. He usually didn't
remember his dreams, unless they were from what he was told were his
previous lives. And those dreams involved a lot of staring at odd
vistas without doing or saying much of anything. Whatever his
dream-self had thought while enjoying the views, he hadn't been privy
to.
When he emerged from his room, he heard sniffling, and smelled smoke.
On alert, he slipped into the Umisen-ken and approached the kitchen.
Makoto ... or Ukyou ... he wasn't certain; her eyes were covered.
The girl he lived with, he decided. She was kneeling on the floor and
sobbing into her hands. Whatever she had been cooking was a ruined,
blackened mess, removed from the stove and now in the sink.
He dropped his guise, and asked, "What's going on?"
"It's not fair!" she wailed, looking at him with Makoto's eyes.
Then her eyes were brown, and Ukyou complained, "I can't do anything right!"
He frowned, and crouched near her on the floor. "You want me to see
if I can find Setsuna?"
"What good would she do?" Makoto asked bitterly. "Hasn't she done enough?"
Ranma shrugged, slipping away, as Ukyou added, "But thanks for
offering, Ranchan."
"Hmm," he mused. His life as a student had ended with his clan, as
Setsuna had said. He was a fugitive, and thus, did not attend
classes. "I'll keep an eye on you at school," he decided. "Just let
me know if you need anything."
"Oh, I don't think they'll let you into the school," Makoto said
apologetically.
Ranma flicked his canvas cloak about and vanished. "They don't need
to see me," he replied.
"You shouldn't use your Guardian powers like that," Makoto said after
a moment, climbing to her feet and looking around the room for him.
"It's a martial arts technique," he replied. "My father's legacy.
I'll make sure people get distracted if something happens."
***
[-School-]
The history lesson was one Ukyou remembered from her classes at
Furinkan, and so, she ignored it, and daydreamed. Makoto was not
familiar with the lesson, and tried to pay attention, but ultimately
found her mind wandering with Ukyou's.
Shared, both enjoyed a dream of running a restaurant ... her first,
Ukyou's second. Makoto sighed, and smiled absently, a blush rising to
her cheeks as she thought of Ranma living with her there, possibly
even raising a family....
"...omething you'd like to share with the class, Kino-san?"
She snapped to attention suddenly, and swallowed nervously.
Ukyou scrambled for control while Makoto panicked, and then said,
"Um, yes, Sensei. I was wondering, you've mentioned exactly why the
embargo was instated, but you never mentioned what it was against
specifically."
"What ... what does that have to do with--"
The teacher cut off suddenly, as an explosion rocked the school, and
all students went to the windows, seeing nothing more than a shadow
drifting from the remnants of the gates.
***
[ Sympathy ]
After Ranma's distraction had brought attention away from them, Ukyou
and Makoto agreed that they'd need to be more careful, and work
together more closely. It was difficult, but slowly they were
learning which of them was better at what, and when to let the other
handle the situation.
***
[-Fighting-]
"Don't hold back, Sempai," Makoto said, adjusting the fit of her gi.
He nodded absently, eyeing her up and down. "We're not going to spar
just yet," he said after a moment of thought. "I need to see your
form. Here, try this kata." And then he moved, swiftly melting
between stances. Turning back to her, he said, "Like that."
"I remember that one!" Ukyou protested. "Heck, I showed it to you
when we were kids!"
"So, I want to see both of you try it," Ranma said, shrugging. "I
need to see where you stand if we're going to be doing any kind of
training."
Grumbling, Ukyou let Makoto try the maneuver, but it was clumsy and
took several tries to complete. Then Ukyou tried, with very similar
results. Both girls were dismayed.
"I don't get it!" Makoto protested. "I'm supposed to be better than this!"
"And I _know_ I'm better," Ukyou grumbled.
"Different body," Ranma said knowingly. "I don't know why Makoto
would have trouble." Then he thought for a moment. "Unless....
Makoto, can you try your most basic form?"
She nodded, quickly stepping through a familiar kata with the grace
she thought she should possess. "Ah," she said, nodding. "That did
it."
"Hmm," Ranma mused, rubbing his chin. "Ucchan, you want to try that one?"
Ukyou's attempt was clumsier than Makoto's, but also much faster.
"Okay," he said, running his hands through his hair. "We'll start
from the beginning. For both of you, I guess."
"So no sparring match?" Makoto asked, feeling somewhat disappointed.
"Not for now," he said, shaking his head. "I don't want to hurt
you." After a moment, he looked away. "Either of you."
***
[-War-]
While Makoto had better control and accuracy, she knew that Ukyou had
better balance and higher speed. This meant that when the attack
came, Makoto had transformed, and then Ukyou had leapt to the rooftops
to chase towards it.
She wasn't alone; Ranma was beside her, though as usual, he did not
transform until he actually saw his target.
"Hey," she called, between huffs of breath while Ukyou focused on
running, "why don't you change?"
"Don't need to yet," he replied. "Don't know what I'll need until we
get there."
She nodded wordlessly, as they came upon the scene. Minako was
already embattled with a horde of massive, writhing plants, and Ukyou
leapt down to assist her. The Guardian flashed overhead, sporting the
Chinese shirt that Ranma did not wear, and the pigtail that Ranma had
cut off. This time, he was dressed in red, and Ukyou watched him
while Makoto began to attack.
He called, "I am the Guardian of Mars!"
Then his naginata swept out, flame licking from the edges even as the
other Senshi arrived to hammer their foe with magical attacks. He
waded into the thick of things, flickering as though only half-there
whenever attacked. Ukyou dodged a sudden thrust of a thorny branch,
leaping out of the way and grabbing Ami to safety, though at the cost
of the attack Makoto had been preparing.
Then it was over, Haruka landing the finishing blow.
While they regained their feet, Ranma emerged from the ruined crater,
smoke rising from his clothes. "Did you know," he said, red eyes
sparking at Haruka, "that your spells don't actually hurt me?"
"That's a good thing, with your death-wish," she said in reply.
He snorted, and a wave of electricity washed over him, turning his
clothes to denim and canvas, as his eyes flashed gray. "Later," he
said, and vanished again.
"Wow," Minako said. "That guy still creeps me out."
"He's not all bad," Makoto protested. "Just ... a little ... distant."
"But why?" Usagi asked.
"I don't really know," Ukyou admitted.
***
[ Fusion ]
After practice, Makoto and Ukyou were able to synchronize any
familiar task to the utmost of either of their ability, though it took
both longer to learn new things.
***
[-Life-]
"A job," he said flatly, his gray eyes meeting, nearly boring into
hers. "Okay. Whatever. I'm using your stuff, I'm staying with you,
so I should pull my weight."
"Well, no that's not it," Makoto protested. "I just thought ... well
... that you'd be happier if you did something with your time other
than training."
"Oh," he said, looking away. "I guess. I don't have a legal
identity, though. I should--" He cut off suddenly, and looked
thoughtful, pulling the toy that he had gotten from Setsuna out, and
studying it for a moment. "I can make money," he said, putting it
away again.
"Ranchan, are you okay?" Ukyou finally asked.
"I thought you were asleep," Ranma said after a moment. "I can't
tell if...." He sighed, and rubbed at his temples. "I'm fine,
Ucchan. I just.... I miss some things."
"Things, Ranchan?" Ukyou pressed.
He raised one hand, and clenched it into a fist, so tightly that the
creaking of bone and tendon could be heard. When he relaxed his hand,
blood stained his palm, though none of it dripped to the floor. "The
dojo," he said quietly. "School."
Makoto bit her lip hesitantly, wishing she could comfort him, and
then suddenly uncomfortable at feeling the same sensation from Ukyou.
"Sempai," she said quietly, reaching out, and taking his hurt hand in
her own. "Can you tell us?"
"Sure," he said quietly, though he bowed his head, hiding his face
from her. "I miss my mom. My dad. I miss.... I miss Mousse, and
... and stupid Ryouga. And Kasumi...." He shuddered, then. "I miss
Shampoo. Kami ... if I could hear that stupid bell ring before she
runs me over with her bike one more time...." He laughed then, but it
was weak and empty.
"But?" Ukyou prompted, raising her other hand to clasp his.
"I miss Akane," he sighed, sagging, and collapsing to kneel on the
floor. Makoto sank to sit next to him, but did not move any closer.
Then he looked up, and met her eyes. "And I'm sorry, Mako-chan.
You're ... real nice to put up with me an' all.... But I miss Ucchan,
too."
"But I'm right here!" Ukyou protested. "I mean.... I'm not in my
own body, but I'm still here, Ranchan!"
"Are you?" he asked brokenly, tears glittering in his eyes. "Half
the time you're not! Half the time you're Mako-chan."
"We're ... not exactly that far apart," Makoto offered, smiling, and
releasing his hand to touch the side of his face gently. "We used to
trade places, remember? But we haven't for a while. That's why we
can both see what's going on."
"And we can both talk to you at the same time," Ukyou added. "I ...
guess you don't.... You don't want to marry me, and I can't blame
you."
He snorted, looking away. "You don't get it," he sighed, closing his
eyes. "You're the last friend I got left. Setsuna told me ... that
if I did what she said ... if I played dress-up and did the stupid
Guardian thing, that I'd get at least you back."
"What about me?" Makoto asked, blinking away tears. "I'm here too --
aren't we friends?"
Ranma shifted his shoulders uncomfortably, and looked away.
Ukyou wiped Makoto's tears from her eyes, and growled, "Listen, you
jackass. If you're gonna keep being a jerk to me, then fine, but at
least be nice to Mako-chan for puttin' up with all your crap!"
Instantly her expression became apologetic, and Makoto said, "I'm so
sorry! I didn't mean to--" She cut off, swallowing anxiously, and
looking at Ranma with apprehension.
Slowly, his gaze locked with hers, and he managed a smile. "Thanks,
Ucchan," he said quietly. "I deserved that. I'm gonna go earn my
rent now."
And then he was gone again.
"I'm worried," Makoto said after a moment, biting her lower lip.
"He'll come back," Ukyou replied, wishing she could say it with more
confidence.
***
[-Living-]
Since he had started doing ... whatever it was that he brought money
back from ... Ranma had spent a lot more time at home in the evenings.
Makoto was glad about that, even if she weren't certain why, and she
encouraged his hobby.
He read manga. Usagi liked manga, too. A tentative plan to get the
two to be friends was slowly being assembled in her mind. She was
still wondering how she could get Ranma to open up to other people
when Ukyou stirred the pot on the stove, as she had forgotten. "I'm
sorry," Makoto sighed.
"Don't worry about it," Ukyou advised. "I can finish here. You thinking?"
"Yeah," Makoto murmured, breaking from the preparation long enough to
peek down the hall into Ranma's room. He appeared absorbed in the
latest volume of Caravan Kidd. Returning to the kitchen, she let
Ukyou take over.
"And about him, of course," Ukyou sighed quietly.
"What are we going to do?"
"He seems more comfortable," Ukyou admitted after a moment. "I'm not
sure. You already live with him. The only example I can think of for
that kind of relationship ... I wouldn't suggest."
"What would it be, out of curiosity?"
"Eh ... call him names, hit him, that kind of thing."
"That doesn't seem like a good idea," Makoto agreed.
Ukyou snorted. "Tell me about it," she muttered. "I'm....
Mako-chan, how serious are you about Ranchan?"
"I don't know," Makoto admitted. "I think I feel for him a lot,
Ucchan. Maybe it's you ... maybe it's something else. It's like
there's something about him ... I can't ... quite remember. There was
a certain...." She sighed in exasperation. "I don't know! But
there's something about him."
"Well, I meant ... how far would you be willing to go?"
Makoto could feel the blush forming on Ukyou's face from her own
embarrassment. "Why do you ask?" she finally managed.
"Bear with me here," Ukyou said, pausing to turn one of the burners
off, and check the oven. "Basically ... we're both with him, right?
Well, we're not. But assume that somehow we are."
"Okay, I guess."
"You mentioned this before, with Shiro ... but that was before we
could choose. I don't ... know that this will happen, but what if I
do marry Ranchan?"
"Well, I.... Um...."
"I can stand sharing him with you since I kind of think I stole your
body," Ukyou admitted. "Are you comfortable with that?"
"You're me, though," Makoto said, shrugging. "Or, will be. And I'm
you, I guess. It.... It doesn't bother me, no."
"Good! Then I think one of us should try asking him out on a date."
"Ah.... Shouldn't he ask one of us?" Makoto asked hesitantly.
"You two getting along?" Ranma asked, appearing in the kitchen
suddenly, peering over her shoulder at the stove. "Smells good."
"Gah!" Ukyou yelped, spinning around before Makoto clasped her hands
over her heart.
"You scared me," she managed.
"Sorry," he said, frowning. "I'll try not to be so quiet around you.
Is dinner almost ready?"
"A few more minutes, Ranchan," Ukyou answered.
***
[ A Songfic Cleverly Disguised as a Segment ]
As Ukyou had explained it to Makoto, the boy should ask the girl out
in a normal relationship, but theirs was hardly a normal relationship.
***
[ o/` Open Invitation o/` ]
~I secretly hand over a silver passkey,
a letter of invitation for you alone!~
"R...ranchan?" Ukyou managed tremulously.
"Yeah?" he asked, looking up from his manga. "You need something moved?"
~I try to keep it
My little secret~
"It's not like--" She cut herself off before Makoto could. "Ah,
Ranchan. No, I mean.... I'm glad that you seem more ... yourself
lately."
"And I'm glad, too," Makoto added.
"Thanks," Ranma muttered. "Um. I haven't seen you smile in too
long, Ucchan. I'm glad you're ... doing better."
"I've got you, Ranchan," she said, smiling.
"What more could a girl ask for?" Makoto added.
~The appointment is tonight,
this night's for just the two of us.~
Ranma's eyes were distant for a moment, and glittered green.
"Loyalty," he said quietly, with a sad smile. Then his smile faded to
a look of confusion. He pulled his toy from his pocket, and glanced
at the screen.
"Say yes when she asks," it read. He frowned, and pocketed the toy.
Both Makoto and Ukyou had learned that whatever passed between Ranma
and the device, he didn't want to speak of it beyond his initial
awkward explanations. Eventually, Ranma shrugged, and said, "I dunno,
I guess. You two tell me -- what more could a girl ask for?"
~Thoughts you don't show on your face
you can't hide from a woman's eyes!
Don't try to hide it
Don't try to fight it
I can't wait any longer.~
Ukyou smiled mischievously, and asked, "A date?"
Ranma frowned at this, but nodded. "Okay," he agreed, without
preamble. "I guess I should get nice clothes or something."
"We didn't even choose where to go!" Makoto protested. "I mean....
Sempai...."
He looked at her incredulously. "Mako-chan?" he asked. "I thought I
was going on a date with Ucchan."
~This is an open invitation
I'm planning on a celebration
Ooh baby, for your information
I'm gonna make you fall in love with me!~
"We're together, you lummox," Ukyou said with a smile. "That means
all the way. That's why I want you to be nicer to Mako-chan."
"Ah," Makoto said, ducking her head in embarrassment. "She didn't mean--"
"How?" Ranma protested. "How can you both--" He cut off, staring at
them dumbly. "Oh," he said after a quiet moment of thought. "So. I
guess ... there's not really a lot of choice for you, then?"
~It's not just my imagination
Filling me with anticipation
Come on, give in to the temptation
'Cuz I'm the one you really need~
"Finally got two girls after you who are willing to share," Ukyou
said, winking. "How do you feel?"
He shrugged his shoulders, grimacing.
Makoto winced, and asked, "Are you ... alright, Sempai?"
~Boy, when it's just you and I
How wonderful it'll be!~
"Are you happy?" he asked, looking into Makoto's green eyes.
"I could be," she said earnestly, smiling at him. "At least ... I
think so. Ranma-sempai.... I ... know that you don't know me very
well.... But I'm friends with Ucchan, and from what I've heard, I
like you very much." She blushed, and stared at her feet. "I won't
make you go out with us if you don't want to."
~Don't ring my telephone,
I don't want to hear an unkind reply.
Don't try to hide it
Don't try to fight it
Don't keep me waiting,
this night's for just the two of us.~
"Hey ... Ranchan?" Ukyou asked. "Um.... I know ... it's only been a
few months ... but ... are you feeling a bit better about...." She
trailed off, not able to name it.
"I dunno," Ranma said, shrugging. "Sometimes I feel fine. Sometimes
I feel awful. Mostly I feel lost." He frowned, then admitted, "But
lately ... I guess ... around you, I've felt...." He trailed off, and
checked his toy again. Sighing, he concluded, "I'm happier around
you."
"Me?" Ukyou asked hesitantly.
"Both of you," Ranma clarified.
~Come up and see me sometime
I'll show you what I mean
Boy, when it's just you and I
How wonderful it'll be!~
"Ranchan," Ukyou said suddenly, in a very quiet voice.
"Yeah?" he asked cautiously.
Makoto swallowed, and said, "We want you to know, if you need
anything ... at any time.... The door to our room is never locked."
***
[[Setsuna's Reason]]
Setsuna did not sleep. But she still dreamt, on rare occasion.
Whenever she began to doubt her choices, whenever she wondered if
there was another path.... Then the dream came again, and her doubts
vanished.
***
[ Another Dream ]
She could see her reflection in the pane of glass before her, green
tresses and violet eyes all framing her pale face. Her mother's
regalia did not fit her yet, but her father insisted it would, in
time.
And that time was to be soon. His life was fading, or would end
soon, though he didn't say how he knew. Merely that he did, and that
it would be time for her to take up the Time Key as he had.
Because of this, she was dragged along with her father across the
system in search of a man who would be her husband. She sighed,
quietly. This room had been empty, and she'd come in search of
solitude, and perhaps, a pretty view.
Jupiter hung below, so close she could make out the movement of the
great storms below. And then, as she watched, a glider ... a flimsy
construct of wood and rope, carefully attached crystals, and all of
this, piloted by a man in a harness swept across the window and dived
to the planet.
She gasped, surprised, and quickly ran to the window, curious to see more.
She watched as his tiny glider suddenly flared out great wings of
energy, seeming to catch on the light of the sun itself, and then
skimmed across the atmosphere, dipping low enough to trail red mist
behind it. Swallowing, she tried to remember what she knew of the
gliders. They were frail, she knew, and it was said to be quite
dangerous to train to use them, and difficult besides.
"Devotion," she murmured. "That's what it would take to learn how to do that."
And then he pulled up from the mists, and trailed them about his
glider, spinning in a tight roll. The gasses formed a cyclone above
the atmosphere of Jupiter, and then collapsed back into the gas giant
as the glider rocketed forward, great wings folding away as it lost
speed. So close, it came, that she could see the pilot, a wildly
laughing man with a great grin, and the green spark of the Guardian's
blessing in his eyes.
Her heart caught at the sight, as he slowed, and then winked ... and
blew her a kiss. She felt faint, and thought she would swoon as he
pulled up, and vanished from her sight. Not knowing where her father
was, but knowing in her heart that it was the truth of things, she
spun around, declaring, "That is the man I will marry!"
She turned, coming face-to-face with the Princess of Jupiter, who
stared at her for a moment, as though horrified, and then quickly
smiled. "That ... will be quite wonderful for you, Setsuna," she
offered. "My brother is a truly amazing man."
She nodded her agreement, turning to look at the window again, as
though he might show himself once more.
***
[[ For a Dying Friend ]]
Ranma allowed the guise of the Guardian to leave him. It had been
Mercury this time. He still had never tried to claim Setsuna's power,
and since he'd fought Saffron, didn't feel the need to claim Hotaru's,
either.
Then he turned around and looked at those who he fought for. "So,"
he said, flicking his cloak behind him. "Now what?"
"Are you okay?" Usagi finally managed. "That thing's tooth.... It
*broke* on your leg!"
Ranma looked down, grimacing as he pulled his toy from his pocket, a
dent marring it. He blinked in surprise, and then shook it a few
times, his eyes widening when it didn't respond.
***
[ Denial ]
He'd left then. He thought he mumbled a word of apology, but
couldn't remember, and didn't care at the moment. For the last few
months, while he'd tried to sort out things with Ukyou and Makoto, the
one constant he had was the toy Setsuna had given him.
While it had claimed, and he still doubted, that it was his
centuries-dead wife from a former incarnation, it had always offered
good advice, and more importantly, told him what to do when he wasn't
certain how to proceed himself.
"Can you fix it?" he asked, looking up at Setsuna. He didn't know
how he could find her ... he supposed she simply knew he was looking
and was waiting for him. But whenever he truly needed to find her,
she was there. "Can...." He trailed off. "It still works," he tried
again lamely. "Sometimes. But it's going out more than it's coming
in."
"I'm sorry," Setsuna said with a sad smile. "The one who made
that...." She shook her head. "I'm sorry, Guardian."
"I'll bet," he said numbly, looking at the toy in his hands, as the
screen struggled to light.
It spelled out, "She is. Probably as sorry as I am, dearest heart."
***
[ Acceptance ]
Setsuna had suggested that Ranma have a service for the toy. To bury
it somewhere, perhaps even mark the site with a memorial. He didn't
think she was joking.
The screen had gone dark the final time, after giving its final
message of, "I hope to be with you again some day. Find happiness,
dearest heart." He'd invited no one else to attend his service, which
was little more than burying the toy deep in the woods, where none
would stumble across it.
"You know," he said, looking at the hole he'd put the toy in, "I
think I see what she was really up to."
He crouched low, peering at the dead screen. "When I lost
everything, I had you. I never really let it all go. I just made you
it. I needed a new center for my life, and you fit the bill. You
told me what to do and when to do it."
Sighing, he looked up at the sky. "I could ask you questions, and
you'd have answers. But Setsuna said you were just a child's toy,
even if you say you loved me." Then he looked at the toy again.
"You're not just a toy. You're not just some woman who died thousands
of years ago ... and if you were, this wouldn't be your funeral,
either."
He swallowed, and let tears flow down his face. "You're the ones I
never truly let go of," he whispered. "You're Akane. And Nabiki.
Kasumi. Tendo-san. Pop. Mom." He sniffled, and shoveled dirt in,
working on filling in the hole. "You're my old life," he said. "But
I'm still me. And Cologne said sometimes.... Some parts of your past
you have to let go of."
The hole was filled, and he patted it down before rolling a great
boulder atop it. He drew the naginata he had learned to hide on
himself from Cologne, and then from a few paces away, attacked the
boulder with it. He didn't know why the Tendo family naginata had
survived Saffron's flames. He didn't know why it was able to channel
the power he could borrow from the Senshi.
But he knew now that the naginata that Soun had occasionally used was
able to cut through steel easily, and it had no problems carving into
the boulder. When he was done, Ranma stepped back and nodded at the
engraving. "In memory of those I loved."
Then he signed it, "Saotome Ranma."
***
[ Growth ]
"Would you like some watermelon, Ranchan?"
He looked up from his current manga, and blinked. "Sure," he said
after a moment. "Hey ... Ucchan?"
"Mako-chan," she corrected, with a wink. "I thought it'd be my
nickname for you, too. Is that alright?"
"That's fine," he said. "I don't mind the nickname. But just to let
you know, I'm letting go of the old name. I'm really going to use
Wataru now."
"O...kay," Ukyou said after a moment, frowning. "Is there anything
you want to talk about?"
He sat up from where he had lain prone, and looked away. "I'm going
to leave," he said quietly. "I need some time."
"But, I--" Ukyou and Makoto both sputtered, neither able to form a
coherent argument. He rose to his feet, and pressed the tip of his
finger against her lips, silencing her and causing eyes that rapidly
changed color between green and brown to widen.
"I'll still fight with everyone else. I'll be nearby. But I won't
be around you except for ... when I'm the Guardian. I need some time
to adjust."
Makoto nodded her understanding as he removed his fingertip from her
lips, but Ukyou asked, "What about ... the last few months?"
"I was adjusting to other things," he said. "I was pretending....
And ignoring things. It's hard to explain. But.... If.... If I'd
be welcome ... if that door was still unlocked when I got back if I
needed someone to talk to.... I'd like that."
And he vanished again.
***
[[ Independence ]]
She wished she could see how he did ... whatever it was he did when
he vanished. He'd once needed a cloak or a cape to do it, but now he
seemed to simply not be there if she wasn't looking directly at him,
or talking to him.
And he really was gone, now.
***
[ Solitude ]
From beyond the edges of space, just outside of time, Setsuna
watched, and frowned faintly. "And now," she murmured, "we see if I
made a single mistake." As much as she would have been willing to, no
direct meddling on her part could alter things at this point, and
everything indirect that could be done already had.
Nearly all of her life beyond her childhood had been spent waiting
for some plan or another, and while this was, ultimately, a small
thing, it was still a part of a grander scheme, and this one of the
most tenuous points of any. She wished she had the courage to look,
to see what her judgment would be if Usagi had known. If Serenity had
known.
"'Please find your happiness'," she whispered, that final command,
after all others ringing in her mind from across her memories.
***
[ Competence ]
Rei chewed her lip thoughtfully for a moment, and then shook her
head. "Okay," she said. "I guess it all worked out. So now are you
going to be the same old Makoto, or what?"
"I'm still me," she said, rolling her eyes. "I'm just ... well ...
Ukyou too. I guess. I have all of our memories. My memories. I
don't really feel any different at all."
"So, what about Wataru?" Minako asked, grinning.
"Oooh, there's some things I don't think you want to know, Sugar,"
Makoto said, winking at the blonde.
"Well," Ami murmured. "_That's_ new."
"Pardon?"
"Say," Usagi interrupted, "if you're both ... uh ... you ... are you happy?"
After a moment of consideration, Makoto nodded. "I think I will be,"
she said. "Pretty soon."
***
[[ The Summons ]]
Yawning in the evening's chill, he bounded across the park's grassy
turf, deep within the cloak of the Umisen-ken, coming to a stop near a
fence, when he spotted Setsuna.
"Guardian," she said, by way of greeting, not looking up at him, but
instead examining a small cellular phone.
"What's that?" he asked, dropping his guise of subtlety.
"I think I'll give you a present, since your last toy broke," she
said, smiling, and handing it to him.
He accepted it dubiously. "I felt something pulling me here," he
said, frowning. "That was you. To give me a phone."
"Not really," she said, shaking her head. "You perceive things in
much too narrow a fashion. I just saw where you would be when I
wanted you to have the phone, and made it a point to be here."
"I'd hate to see your day-planner," he said dryly.
She smirked. "I always liked your sense of humor," she murmured.
"Always? I've talked to you maybe a half-dozen times. I think that
was the first joke I ever told you," he said, frowning.
"My memory goes back much further than yours," she said. "And yours
is pulling you back. Soon you'll remember."
He sighed, and pocketed the phone. "I'm never gonna understand you,"
he finally decided. "Anything else, or are you gonna to stare at me
all day?"
"My schedule is clear for a while," she said. "I have nothing better
to do than stand here. You, on the other hand, have an appointment.
One that you are about to miss."
Growling, he resumed his leaping gait, building up more speed as he went.
***
[ Timely Arrival ]
He reached Makoto's home just as she was leaving. He landed
suddenly, and then dropped his guise of subtlety. Somehow, though,
she smiled at him, unsurprised at his sudden appearance.
He wondered, briefly, which one it was -- Ukyou or Makoto, and then
finally decided he couldn't really tell. He couldn't make out the
color of her eyes in the shadows. "I'm glad you're back, Ranchan,"
she said.
"Yeah," he said slowly. "But you're both calling me that now."
She giggled, and stepped forward, into the light, where he could see
her eyes. Green ... darker and deeper than he remembered, though.
"How have you been?" he asked.
"Pretty good," she said, taking his arm in hers. "Come on, we don't
want to be late."
"Late to what?"
"Rei-chan is throwing a small party -- just for us ... well, you
know." She winked at him. "You're my date!"
***
[ Return to balance ]
He lay on the roof, staring at the stars. The party had been
uncomfortable for him, too many people, and too much noise. There
should have been more danger and violence around that much commotion.
He'd started to leave, but somehow Makoto saw through his cloak, and
asked him not to. So he'd stayed, in the corners. At the edges of
the gathering, but not really feeling a part of it. After everyone
had calmed down, and were speaking in hushed tones, he'd felt better
about it, and managed a few minutes of small-talk with Minako and Ami.
But Minako was curious as to the reason he didn't like Artemis and
Luna, which he didn't really feel like talking about. And Ami's
questions were all about Setsuna, which he also didn't really feel
like talking about.
Eventually, Makoto had prodded him to tell stories about his
childhood. The only one he could think of comfortably was about the
daily fights he'd had with Ukyou when they were children, though for
some reason he'd said 'Makoto' instead of 'Ucchan' a time or two. She
hadn't corrected him, and he eventually realized that on some level,
it was as Setsuna had said it would be.
Shivering, he turned over. Somehow, he could see his friend in her.
Ukyou was certainly a part of Makoto. Or perhaps Makoto was a part of
Ukyou. It probably didn't make a difference, he supposed, though it
at least made dealing with her a bit simpler.
It was just one very confusing girl instead of two mildly confusing ones.
"Ugh," he groaned, covering his face with his cloak.
***
[[ Setsuna's Heart ]]
The wedding had always been her brightest memory. When she had
ascended the throne, her husband at her side, and she'd been instated
as the new ruler of Pluto. It had been difficult to arrange, Pluto
being so remote, and the Jovian family being so large....
But Setsuna had insisted, and her father saw to it that it was done.
Their courtship had been brief, but Setsuna felt true. It began with
simple affection, her glimpse of him skimming across the atmosphere of
Jupiter, and his blown kiss....
And then, she'd been too young, too innocent to notice the glances
her husband sent across the court. Too assuming to realize which room
she'd been in when the kiss had been offered.
***
[ Hope ]
She'd been disloyal to her Queen, her first centuries. She did not
work towards the revival of her Queen's people; she instead focused on
her love, her husband. It was a small part of a much larger plan, but
it was the part that meant the most to her.
She knew who her husband loved ... and she knew it hadn't been her
... so she'd see to it, in the end, that he found the happiness in his
next life that simply couldn't have been when he had died.
***
[ The Ball ]
It was only a single day before the collapse -- which had been
entirely unexpected. There sat one of two doors Setsuna could not
bring herself to look through.
She had gone, dressed as a servant, and claiming to be ill before
she'd taken to bed. Her husband didn't protest, instead going to the
ball without her; he had a role to play, and a face to show to the
people. Once he had left, she followed, intent on ferreting out what
woman he loved instead of her.
She'd gone to the ball, and had hidden herself at the edges of the
party, hiding behind the other servants. Then she'd spotted her
husband, the Guardian of Jupiter, and saw him dancing. With his
sister, the Princess of Jupiter.
It had struck her like a hammer, to see the love in his eyes ... but
not for her. And she whispered something to him, while Serenity and
her consort took to the floor; all eyes went to the royal couple,
though others still danced. All of the Princesses, save herself, of
course.
Setsuna watched, as the Princess of Jupiter offered the guardian a
tiny crystal, and the music began, a lyrically soft voice singing, "~I
secretly hand over a silver passkey; a letter of invitation for you
alone!~"
And she'd fled, not able to watch, to know if her husband had
remained as loyal as he had claimed, unable to even think that he'd
betray her for his own sister.
***
[[ Memories ]]
She woke to a quiet knock at her door. "Wha?" she managed, before
remembering her roommate. Her eyes widened in shock, and she
nervously climbed out of her bed. "C...come in," she said
tremulously. "Please, Ranchan."
He slipped in silently, not even appearing to move the door, and
stood near her, looking at the floor of her room. "Will you come with
me?" he asked, holding a hand out to her.
She nodded, and placed her hand in his own. He drew her into his
arms, sweeping her off her feet, and before she could so much as yelp,
she was sitting next to him on the roof, both wrapped in his cloak.
She started momentarily, wondering if he was the Guardian ... but no,
it was simply a blanket, not the canvas sheet he usually carried.
"I came back because I started remembering you," he admitted. "Your
eyes, I think. Someone who I knew was you."
"Really?" she asked. "S...sometimes, I remember ... small things."
"Like what?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
***
[ Eight dances ]
"Phoo," she grumped, as politely and quietly as possible. Jupiter
was a power in the system, but not nearly anything on the scale of
Pluto's might. She, unlike some, still needed to attend public
functions. And now she would see her Guardian, the one she loved
again....
She thought it should comfort her, but she could only remember
disappointment. Her Guardian had married another for a political
alliance. And, too, she thought bitterly, she was to marry another,
only a week hence.
Not her choice.
When she'd gotten to the dance floor, her Guardian's wife was absent,
so she'd asked him to dance.
He accepted.
***
[ Our Brightest Star ]
"Right there," he'd said, putting an arm around his buddy's shoulder,
so they could lean their heads together and see the same stars when he
pointed. He'd chosen the star that he'd someday later learn was not a
star at all, but Jupiter. "That one will be our star, okay, Ucchan?"
"Okay!" his friend agreed. "That's *our* star, Ranchan!"
***
[[ The Story Unwritten ]]
Setsuna looked away from Makoto and the Guardian, banishing the view.
"Ah," she breathed, closing her eyes. "Why does it still hurt?"
And she gestured, and the view around her changed, the last two doors
before her. "Would it matter, now?" she asked quietly, staring at the
memory of the dance ... the chance to hear the conversation she'd
always denied herself. "Or...." She stared at the possibility of
confessing to Usagi ... to Serenity.
After a pause, she heaved a shuddering sigh, and returned to the
dance, that ancient, ghostly memory.
There she was, hiding in the corner, innocent eyes filling with tears
as she whirled, and ran silently away. There was the Princess of
Jupiter, and there....
"I make you an offer, my brother," she whispered. "I am to be wed
soon, but there is no love there." She offered him the crystal that
would unlock the doors to her rooms. "Love, I will betray you, and it
pains me. I tell you first, to give you one last chance...."
Setsuna watched with trepidation, never being able to witness so
much, and fearful of what she would feel if her husband had betrayed
her. But no, she'd named his loyalty as his crowning virtue! Could
he?
"No," he said softly, as the music began, and then danced again. "
There is nothing there to betray. It could not happen."
She sobbed with relief, dropping the Time Key and collapsing to the
floor. "Dearest Heart," she whispered, looking at him. "Loyal, even
at the cost of love...."
"But you do not love her!" the Princess protested.
"I do," he whispered earnestly, offering his sister a sad smile.
Setsuna's eyes widened with horror. "No," she whispered. "I set you free!"
"I did not ... but I've grown to love her. Some day ... I believe I
will love her more than you. Some day ... perhaps you will love
another more than I." Then he kissed her on the cheek. And they
broke apart from one another, the dance ended.
"No!" Setsuna sobbed. "Not like this!"
***
[ Into the Unknown ]
Usagi had woken to many things in her life, and experienced many odd
and strange events. She was still sorting out how to wake up when she
realized that something was wrong.
While Setsuna was odd, and sometimes standoffish, she was not given
to sitting on the edge of Usagi's bed, wailing uncontrollably.
"Oh, no," she whispered, as she could feel herself falling into that
place where she became Serenity. "Setsuna, what have you done?"
[~Fin]
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Author's notes: Inspired by Elsa Bibat.
And, of course: o/` Open Invitation o/`