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Diamohns are Forever	By : SailorSol Category: Sailor Moon > General Views: 22491 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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THE DAY AFTER

New York, NY, USA

Taro Genda stood in the back room of Hindsight Flowers, stunned by the sight before him. The news was on the television, showing a live picture from Tokyo, Japan. Many strange things had happened in Tokyo over the years, most of which were dismissed in the media as publicity stunts. This, however, was news. This was live. This was happening now. Watching these events was giving him a headache. He clutched at his honey-colored hair, trying to will the headache away.

A hemisphere of black energy was being compressed by a ring of men in armor and women in miniskirted sailor outfits. Other figures hovered in the air overhead, pressing on the hemisphere from above. The translated text at the bottom of the screen called them the �Guardian Knights,� and the �Sailor Warriors.� His headache got worse as he watched.

One of the floating people, a heroic figure with long silver hair, caught Taro�s eyes, and suddenly he felt as if something in his mind snapped, and the headache was gone.

In its place were memories, thousands of years of memories. Most of the memories featured three of the four men he could see floating above the black bubble. Other memories featured women in sailor outfits using the most astonishing powers imaginable. Taro�s green eyes filled with tears.

�Kunzitosama,� he whispered, brushing his fingers across the image on the screen, and then looking at the others. �Nephrito, Jadeito, the Shitennou. His fingers brushed across the image of another figure, and his eyes filled with tears.

�Not my Atlas,� he finally whispered. �Atlas is dead and my other brothers-in-arms as well. Only I am left to protect my prince, and someone has to tell them what happened to us.� His fingers brushed across one of the tiny figures in the circle.

�Endymion.�

He heard the rear door of the shop and turned to greet the man who had been his lover and partner for the last three years. With his rippling muscles, built with manual labor and maintained by daily workouts at a gym, he seemed like the last person one would expect to be running a flower shop. His platinum blonde hair, braided at the crown of his head, also seemed out of character. Still, Jan Olafssen had helped Taro start the shop, name it, and even convinced him to use a symbol he felt an affinity for, even though neither of them knew why.

Now, Taro knew why. The symbol was of the Roman two-faced god, Janus. The symbol had called to him even without his memories.

�Jan,� he said. �Have you seen what�s happening in Tokyo?�

�Creepy, isn�t it?� Jan asked, embracing his lover. �They�re really having a tough time of it. Taro, you don�t know anyone in Tokyo, do you?�

�I do,� Taro replied, forming a plan to get to Japan. �I remember some things, now.� He turned to Jan, his eyes full of tears.

�I have to leave, Jan,� he said. �I have to go to Japan.�

�You�re not coming back, are you?� Jan asked, his face full of sorrow. Taro sighed, and then shook his head.

�I belong there,� he said. �I have family there. We always knew that this might happen. That�s why the partnership is drawn up the way it is. I�ll sell you my half, we�ll make out all the papers, and everything will be done. I�m sorry.�

�As am I,� Jan replied. �I know you didn�t love me, Taro. You loved your Yukio. We were both running from the memories of dead lovers. Perhaps I should stop running, as well.�

�You�re going to Minnesota?� Taro asked, shocked. Then, he smiled. �Punch your brother once for me, will you?�

�Of course,� Jan said. �I may also come to Tokyo to see you, you know. You better keep in touch.�

�I promise,� Taro said. �Okay, you�re the business end of this partnership. You call the lawyers and let�s get this place and the condo sold, okay?�

�Okay,� Jan said. He kissed Taro once more for good measure, and headed towards the office.

***** *****

San Francisco, CA, USA

Toshio Haraguchi sat down heavily in his recliner. He ran his hands roughly through his short blonde hair and sighed heavily. He mentally reviewed the conversation with his supervisor, earlier that afternoon.

Flashback

�Do you know how many insurers we have in Japan, Toshio,� the man said, pacing back and forth in front of his office windows. �Do you know how much money this disaster in Tokyo could cost us?�

�Only a few of them are insured for acts of god, Jason,� Toshio said confidently. �Stop stressing. It�s not good for your blood pressure. You�re going to die of stroke or a heart attack and then Marie will bring you back to life so she can kill you for not taking care of yourself.�

�The fact of the matter is,� Jason continued, dropping into his chair and pouring a drink. �You are the most fluent in Japanese that we have. You can�t just quit on me. If the money�s not good enough, the company is willing to increase your salary and offer you a bonus to go.�

�It�s not the money,� Toshio said. �In fact, I plan on going to Tokyo. I have friends there.�

Jason froze. His eyes widened.

�You remembered?� he asked. �You told me once the doctors said it might happen like that.�

�I remembered,� Toshio said. �I have to go to Tokyo.�

�Well, then,� Jason said. �How about, instead of quitting, you go as the company�s agent, and reestablish our Tokyo office?�

�You want me to be a branch manager?� Toshio asked, shocked. Jason nodded, and then started detailing the benefits of the position.

In the end, Toshio agreed to move to Japan as soon as it was safe and possible. The company would fly him to Haneda Airport, first class, with a small staff, as soon as matters had stabilized. They would bankroll hotel rooms, apartments, and office space as it was available.

End Flashback

Toshio picked up the remote control and turned on the Japanese language channel that had completely devoted itself to coverage of the strange events in Tokyo. He could tell who four of the hovering figures were by their hair: Kunzite�s long platinum waterfall, Zoisite�s honey-colored queue, Nephrite�s auburn waves, Jadeite�s short gold helmet. The other five, he had to figure out, and their presence made him uncomfortable. If Metalia had sent the four junior Generals and Prince Galaxite, the situation must be very serious.

�Atlas and the others are dead,� he mused aloud to his otherwise empty apartment. �I alone am left to guard my Prince, and to carry the truth to the others.� The doorbell rang and he rose to pay for the food he no longer wanted.

After the delivery man was gone, Toshio sat back in his recliner, and looked over at a sculpture that had taken him a year to mold out of dark gold marble.

�Titania,� he whispered as he fell asleep, dreaming of racing a dark-skinned Senshi through the wind-swept canyons of a world that no longer existed.

***** ***** *****

Kuala Lumpur, Indonesia

Masato Sanjuin sat listening to his manager detail the crisis in Tokyo, and its probable effect on the company. Around him, other branch managers made notes and talked among themselves. Since the company�s investments were primarily in real goods and not in stocks or other more ephemeral items, it was likely that the period of time following the crisis would be an extremely lucrative. In the meantime, though, the Tokyo office was expected to be a complete loss, both in materials and in any personnel not presently accounted for.

Masato�s mind was not on the meeting. He was thinking about the video that a junior executive had recorded as he was finally leaving Tokyo to report. The image of the black bubble of energy being pushed back by a ring of Senshi and Kishi had stirred something in the recesses of Masato�s brain.

He had to get to Tokyo. He had to find Endymion and the others. They needed to know what happened to the guard. He needed Setsuna to know that he had not broken faith with her.

�I�m going,� he said suddenly. All eyes in the room turned to him.

�Mr. Sanjuin, that�s not possible at this point, much less safe,� his personal assistant told him softly. He glared at him and the man fell silent.

�As soon as the airports are open to more than emergency personnel,� he said. �I am going to Tokyo. I will assess the situation personally, with a valuation team. Keep me informed of the situation. I will be in my apartment.� He rose from his chair and left, ignoring the bowing mangers and the buzzing conversation behind him as he exited the room.

Once in his top floor apartment, Masato stood in his solarium looking north and east, towards Tokyo.

�Soon, Setsuna,� he whispered. �No one will ever take me from you again.�

***** *****

Tokyo, Japan

Aster woke at dawn, as always. She felt almost completely revitalized, but incredibly stiff. She disentangled her fingers from Vincents as he opened his eyes and stretched, yawning.

//Morning, Amaterasu,// his mind reached for hers as if they had been doing it their whole lives.

//Rise and shine, Apollo,// she replied, rising from the lounge.

She stretched her whole body, gazing down at the occupants of the pool. Michiru, Nathan, Ami, and Kojiro were floating in the water, each with a floatation device on them, sound asleep. At the back of the solarium, Usagi and Thomas sat leaning on one another, just as deeply slumbering as the others.

Further protective instincts led Aster to walk out into the dawn chill to find Martin and Mina stretched out together on some grass under a tree; Lucinda and Mamoru still lay next to the garden; and an arm hanging over the edge of the platform told Aster that Haruka and Nathan were still in the tree house.

Aster returned to the house, then made her way down to the basement. She saw Sean, Hotaru, Lita, and Robert all curled together, sound asleep. They had used the spare cushions kept down here to make the area between two rows of video games more comfortable. Sean and Hotaru were near the speakers, and Lita and Robert were near the plugs. There was evidence of a second 'nest' in another pile of cushions, but no sign of either of the Tochis.

Sounds from the ground floor told her someone else was up, so she padded back up the stairs, careful to completely close the door before she turned to face Jishin and the Tochis. Hanaichi and Jishin were each holding a baby and bottle. Hanaichi smiled and walked over to her to offer her Shinjuko.

"I was wondering when you would wake," she said while Aster took the infant and began feeding her.

"What do you mean?" Vincent's voice chimed in as he entered the room. "We always get up at dawn."

"No," Jishin said, his attention on the squirming bundle in his arms. "You slept through an entire day. This is the second sunrise after your return."

"We only slept the one night," Toshiro said. "Then we napped off and on while the babies were asleep. They're very quiet."

"They would be," Aster observed. "We can't expect them to act like normal infants."

"I took the liberty of preparing things for them," Jishin said. He led Aster to the side section of the living room, where a small nursery had been set up.

There were the two cradles, changing tables, bathing stands, and dressers, one in cherrywood and the other in mahogany that Aster had bought for Lucinda�s first children. A large diaper pail sat between the sets, complete with two accompanying shelves of prepared diapers.

�It looks like you thought of everything,� Aster said. �As soon as this young lady�s finished, I�ll go start breakfast."

�The satellites are doing that,� Hana said. �They�re actually quite good at it, when they set their minds to something. Joben said to tell you not to worry, he knows about the secret ingredient.�

�Very well,� Aster said, sitting down on a floor cushion. �Tell them thanks, Hana, and I�m still coming in when I�m done with her.�

�I�ll go now, honey,� Vincent said. �You concentrate on that baby.�

Before Shinjuko was finished, Joben came out with a lap tray in his hands. He put the tray down near Aster, and then he lifted the plate and a forkful of eggs to the level of Aster�s mouth.

Obediently, Aster opened her mouth and allowed him to feed her while she fed her new daughter.

�She�s not mine,� Joben observed while Aster chewed.

Aster shook her head and then tweaked Shinjuko�s nose so that the infant opened her eyes completely.

Joben gazed down into her sapphire eyes before his eyes went to the planetary symbol on her forehead.

�She is Endymion�s?� he asked. �Does he know that you were bearing his child? If so, does he know that he sired a satellite?�

�How could he?� Aster asked. �He has barely seen her. I�m going to hand her to Hotaru for a while, after she wakes up.�

�What about after I wake up?� Hotaru�s voice came from the opening cellar door.

�Come over here, Hotaru-chan,� Aster said. �I want to introduce you to my daughter.�

Hotaru came closer, followed closely by Sean. When she saw the baby�s face, her eyes widened and she sank down to her knees next to Aster, to get closer to the infant.

�Rhea,� she whispered, her breath stirring the red fuzz on the tiny head.

Shinjuko turned her eyes to the new arrival, and she smiled around the nipple in her mouth.

�She�s not supposed to be able to do that,� Aster said. �Two day old babies aren�t supposed to be able to focus.�

�They�re born of power,� Sean pointed out. �They�re not gonna be like normal babies.�

�True,� Aster said. �I guess we all learn together. After all, we�re going to have a whole crop of Chaos Babies.�

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