Chapter Four: Shell forgotten; With its memories. New chapter- sorry it took so long. I’m not very good at consistently updating,
now am I? Sawry. Song this time’s Bother by Stone Sour. Great song.
Really, it is.
Usagi
hummed to herself as she flew over peaceful waters. She didn’t much care about being seen; though she had received
some odd looks from the cruise ship she had passed a couple of hours ago. Apparently, ordinary humans were not used to
flying people, even with the wars. What
is the difference between flying robots and flying humans?
Humans
confused her. She had once lived- and
thrived- among them, but now, centuries later, they only served to amazed
her. The advances they had made, through
society and technology, were offset by the growing number of humans, and all
the complications that such large numbers entailed. The wars had reshaped humans, and she suspected that only one who
had seen the differences evolve who connect the two very different parts of
history.
But,
of course, some things would always remain the same. Take animals, for example.
Usagi drifted closer to the water, dipping her hand in the cool liquid. Dolphins tried to keep up with this new
curiosity, and she slowed down to watch them.
They are just like children, she thought with a smile. She hadn’t been around children for a long
time, she reflected. But after
Chibi-usa’s death, the idea of more children soured. After her daughter died, a lot of things had soured. Especially humans.
Usagi
remembered that day very well.
Chibi-Usa had been ready to take the throne of the Earth and Moon, ready
to take over her mother’s duties. But
even as the crown was laid on her head, snipers had filled the beautiful hall
that served for a throne room with deadly arrows. Usagi’s senshi had been unharmed, but Chibi-Usa’s four protectors,
the Amazon Quartet, had been unable to avoid them. They had died ringed around Chibi-Usa, but still more arrows had
come. (Wish I was too dead to cry)
“Enough,”
Usagi told herself. She would not
wallow in the past, not now. She had
something that was far more interesting to occupy her now. (but once I hold on; I won’t let go ‘til
it bleeds)
It
appeared that the Earth had produced modern versions of the legendary senshis
to protect itself.
An
interesting thought.
“Does
anyone else feel a sense of déja vu?” Duo asked, as he flopped down on a conveniently
placed bed. They had another mission,
and once again it seemed to involve staying at a school.
Hiiro
and Trowa merely ignored his question; Wufei shook his head and muttered a
quiet “baka”; and Quatre smiled. “Yes,
it seems that the doctors enjoy sending us to school,” the blonde replied,
going to one of the rooms, and dropping off what little luggage he had.
Hiiro
went to the desk in his and Duo’s room, and logged on to his e-mails. He read it silently, then logged onto the
school’s network, and registered the five gundam pilots, without bothering the
school’s administrative staff, of course.
He printed their schedules, and shut down the laptop.
He
handed them out, still ignoring Duo’s complaints. “We start here tomorrow.
The base is close by, but we wait for more instructions.”
Duo
sighed. “At least the crazy stalker isn’t
here,” he muttered. Inwardly, Hiiro
agreed. Ririna Peacecraft had a habit
of following him, and he truly would have felt sorry if he were forced to kill
her. The world’s advocate for peace was
somewhat important.
The
next morning, after Duo had been roused from bed by a reluctant Wufei (who had
gotten pelted in the head with an innocent alarm clock), the five started
classes. As innocent as that seemed,
things have a tendency to pop up just when most inconvenient. Murphy’s Law has a wonderful time with the
five young men. A truly
wonderful time.
And you don’t need to bother;
I don’t
need to be
I’ll keep
slipping farther
But once I hold
on,
I won’t let go ‘til it bleeds
Usagi
growled as she stood before an empty warehouse. She had taken her time getting to it, figuring that she would
still beat the five to their gundams, but apparently they had had a longer head
start then she had known. There was no
trace that anything other then piles of wood had ever been stored here. She contemplated the chance that she had
gone to the wrong site, but she didn’t think so. She moved away from the buildings, still slightly angry at this
turn of events. These men were better
at evasion then she been led to believe.
Once
again she called to the spirits of the air, and once again the image of a man
could be seen faintly. They showed
where the metal gundams were, tracking the feel of dark metal. Why the spirits called the metal dark, Usagi
could only guess.
Large
wings grew from her back, and she continued on her self-imposed quest, though
now she was slightly less, ah, cheerful about it. (I wish I had a reason)
Usagi
finally tracked down her quarry, not far from where the five gundams were now
being hid. The (surprise, surprise)
warehouse was abandoned, and not far from a boarding school. Deciding that using magic now would cause
more annoyances then shortcuts, she decided to just try searching
manually. (I’ll keep slipping
farther) Her guesswork had improved quite a bit since she had first taken
the mantle of Sailor Moon (the centuries she’d had to practice hadn’t hurt,
either).
The
receptionist was quite friendly to Usagi, and told her that five boys did,
indeed, just enroll in the whitewall Academy of Learning. The nice woman gave Usagi their room number
and class schedules. Very
helpful. Just not for these men, is
all, she thought to herself, highly amused.
Usagi
let herself in, not wanting to trouble them with knocking. She came in just as a familiar voice whined “Who
cares about history? I don’t want to
study myths!” in a very loud voice.
“Shut-up,
baka!” an irritated voice yelled at Duo, “Some of us are actually doing the
work, you know!”
“So
what, Wufie? It’s not as if our marks
actually count. We will be gone long
before a test or exam.”
“That
does not excuse you from it! It is
required, so do it and shut-up, damnit!”
Wufei must have been exceedingly fed up with Duo by now, Usagi
mused.
There wasn’t anyone in the living-type room she had entered into, so no one knew she there yet. Perfect. Usagi loved surprises.
Well, Usagi catches up with the Gundam
Pilots. What fun! Or, not.
Anyways, about the voting for couples thing, if you really want to, go
ahead. If enough people vote, then I’ll
try and incorporate them in, but if not, I won’t.
12/8/02 – 15:02