your dollar bills and leave your thrills all here with me
And speak but don't pretend I won't defend you anymore you see
It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for you
My eyes don't need to see that ugly thing, I know it's me you fear
If you want me hold me back
frail, the skin is dry and pale,
the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "you be the death of me"
Haruka glared at the wineglass in her hand, not looking at Ami as the blue haired girl sat across from her on the small patio table. She wasn't happy. Not at all. That little brat of a girl had to get the bit in her teeth and search her out. Given Haruka's princess had given her orders to see her family, but still. She downed the deep burgundy contents and set the glass down.
"If you're feeling anything like I am, then you're wanting something a little stronger," Ami commented, standing up. The petite woman walked across the wooden deck that overlooked the cliff and poked her head inside the sliding glass door. She had a conversation with someone on the other side and came back over to Haruka and sat down. Ami had changed out of her bathing suit and into a pair of loose soft white draw string pants and a pale blue tank top with a loose button up white shirt that matched the pants, unbuttoned over the top. Haruka herself had changed into a pair of snug blue jeans with holes in the knees and an old band tee shirt.
"Sometimes you surprise me Snowflake," Haruka told the girl.
"Why? I take it back, I already know why. You really do need to get over Michiru. It's horrible what happened. We thought you were together forever. Sometimes it doesn't work that way. You still have to live. As much as I love and respect her and yourself, you have to stop expecting me to act like her," Ami told her, an understanding look on her face. Haruka frowned softly.
"I know," The blonde girl said, her tough demeanor fading quickly. She looked so hurt.
"I know how it feels to be hurt, maybe not exactly like you, but I still know. Remember Greg," Ami said softly, her eyes shadowed. Miles came out with a tray, two glasses and a tall decanter on it. He set it down on the table and walked away. Ami poured them each a small glass of bourbon and settled back into her chair.
"It's hard sometimes. Physically, you and Michiru aren't that alike. She's tall and willowy, you're tiny, petite. You both have blue hair, but yours is so much darker and shorter. You're both quiet, but you have different aura's. You both love classical music, but she plays the violin and you play the harp. You both love the water. You have a lot in common," Haruka told her, taking a sip from her glass.
"I can see it, and I'm sorry that it hurts you," Ami told her. Haruka chuckled dryly.
"It doesn't hurt as much as it could. I'm almost over her. It's just that every now and then something hits me and I can't help but wonder why we didn't make it. I still love her," Haruka said, refilling her now empty glass. Ami did the same.
"Sometimes I wonder about Greg and I, but then I push it out of my head. It's funny. All the time back with the girls, I never once thought about my brother. No, that's not true. I thought about him a lot, but I never once worried for his safety. I should have," Ami said with a frown.
"How could you have known?" Haruka asked.
"I don't know. Did you know he thought I was dead? That apparently they staged my death in order to make him some sort of monster? I want to go find those doctors that raised him and freeze certain parts of their anatomy. I'd like to know their explanations for the frostbite too," Ami said in dark humor, again refilling her glass. Haruka downed her own so as not to be outdone.
"A bit of healthy anger is good," Haruka told her. Ami nodded.
"He's a gundum pilot. As in big scary machine built for war and chaos," Ami said sadly.
"My brother piloted one as well," Haruka told her.
"But to do that to Heero? He was so sweet. So caring and loving and protective. He found beauty in everything. He wasn't meant to be a killer," Ami said, her voice soft and filled with sadness. She held her glass out for Haruka to refill as the blonde refilled her own.
"Yes he was, you just didn't know it at the time. Fate is cruel sometimes. It split you apart and made you both warriors," Haruka told her.
"Yes, and made your sister a pacifist princess with a penchant for stealing guns and blowing off door knobs," Ami said with a giggle. Haruka chuckled appreciatively.
"With a slight obsession on your brother," Haruka added. She downed her glass as Ami refilled her own. Fay came out and put her hands on her hips.
"Well aren't you two happy little scarecrows," She said, picking up the bottle of bourbon and heading to the house.
"Hey, we were planning on wasting that bottle," Ami called out.
"I've got veto rights. I don't feel like dealing with your headache in the morning, you bloody lush," Fay called back.
"So long as you realize that Ami's the lush, I'm the boozer," Haruka told her gaily.
"Sometimes I think she takes too much joy out of ruining our fun," Ami added, sipping at her drink to make it last.
"Yeah, we definitely let her get away with too much," Haruka agreed.
"But it's kind of fun," Ami said with a giggle. Haruka nodded in agreement.
"You never know what she might do next, it's rather amusing. That and the look on my sister's face," Haruka chuckled appreciatively.
"I'm worried about them," Serenity said, biting her lip. The queen sat at the head of a circle of thrones made of crystal. Mamoru's was a golden crystal, shaped like a rose in full bloom. Somehow he still managed to exude masculinity while sitting in it. No one could figure out how. Serenity's of course was a clear color crystal, tall and sharp and spiky, making her look regal and commanding. There were eight other in the circle.
A pale icy blue throne that looked more like a seat from ancient rome, smooth and beautiful, sat to Serenity's left. There was a small space on one of the curled arms for the Mercury Mini computer to sit.
Beside the blue was a shining orange that wasn't quite opaque. This throne curled and flowed as if it was a river of crystal, and looked as though it would start to move again at any moment. There was also a sold stand directly behind it for her sword. Right now the queen of Venus had her legs curled up on the seat, her dress covering them.
The Red throne next to Minako's looked as though it was a simply chair, high back and no arms, that was covered in a deep red cloth that flowed to the ground and pooled slightly. Of course, it was solid crystal.
The next throne was a deep clear green. It looked as though it was made out of large leaves, curling slightly around and above Jupiter's queen. The detail of the unearthly leaves was beautiful to behold, though the queen wasn't looking at the moment.
The purple throne to her left, so dark it sometimes looked black, was a large stark imposing throne that would have looked perfect in a medieval setting. The thin woman sitting there, pale and regal, was dwarfed by the piece of furniture, but still looked imposing.
There was a dark sky blue throne next to her. Empty of occupant. A simple seat with a high back and solid arms, four legs to touch the ground, and a spot for a sword to hang. Though the edges, instead of being squared and neat, looked rather weather worn, as though it had been sitting in the wind for too long.
There was an aqua seat beside that, a seashell with a small stool inside of it, the Queen of Neptune sitting there placidly. She shell was etched and had whorls all throughout it, giving it the illusion of having been plucked right out of the sea. There was a small place for her mirror to go.
There was a burgundy, almost marroon throne beside her, the back delicate and twisted to match the top of the key staff in the Queens hand, the red orb missing from the throne. The seat was broad and slightly curved, the arms connected by what looked like small keys. Her staff resting upright behind the throne, held up by a small ring.
"They are fine, My Queen," Michiru told her with a smile.
"I don't know about the rest of you, but I sense great happiness from Rei. An outpouring of love and relief. I think that she has been reunited with Wufei," Minako told them all, a peaceful look on her face.
"And if she hasn't," Makoto teased.
"Then I hope she never is so that she can stay with this guy," Minako said with a grin.
"I want someone to follow them. I want someone to go be with them, keep an eye on them," Serenity announced.
"They are quite old enough not to need baby-sitters, and I doubt that they will take kindly to having one," Makoto commented.
"They don't need baby-sitters and that's not what I'm trying to do to them. I just ... they all have things that they are trying to hide, trying to escape from. I want someone who doesn't have to do that with them," Serenity told them with a sigh. She put a hand over her swollen stomach and gently rubbed.
"I agree with you Your Majesty," Setsuna told her gravely. Serenity looked at her in surprise.
"I'm glad," She told her friend.
"I also believe that it should be Hotaru," Setsuna told her. Serenity nodded in agreement.
"What? Why can't I go?" Minako exclaimed.
"I need you, you are the leader of my inner senshi, I need your help, and that of Makoto's as well. Michiru. I think we all know why it would be best if you did not go," Usagi nodded to the teal haired beauty. She nodded gravely back.
"When do I leave?" Hotaru asked apathetically.
"How long do you need to get ready?" Usagi asked her.
"I am ready to leave now," Hotaru told her. Setsuna walked up to her and put a hand on the tall slender woman's shoulder. The disappeared from view and appeared at the gates of time.
"All is in readiness, I took care of it before the meeting was called. All you need to do is walk through that door," Setsuna told her, waving her staff so that a plain wood door appeared. Hotaru walked through the door and into a bedroom. When she turned around and opened it again, she discovered a hallway. She turned back to the room.
A tall four poster bed with sheer black hangings all around it stood with it's headboard against the wall, starring at an entire wall of windows that over looked the ocean. The house seemed to be on a cliff. The bed was plump and had a thick dark purple comforter on it. The carpet was black and the walls were a pale purple, almost white. There was a small desk with a little lamp on it against the far wall. She noted a pair of doors on opposite sides of the room, one beside the desk.
The first door she opened was a large bathroom done in white with gray marble and dark purple. The tub was magnificent. The other door led to a walk in closet that could have been a room of it's own, it was so large. There was a stand up mirror in one corner and the place was filled with clothing and shoes. She glanced down at her floor length princess gown and powered down. Glancing in the mirror she noted that her hair needed to be brushed and that her black pajama pants were hopelessly rumpled. Also that there was an old stain on the faded tank top. She stripped down and hopped into a pair of black jeans and a black long sleeved shirt that showed off her toned abdomen when she stretched. She slipped on black ballet flats and walked out of the room.
"Who the bloody hell are you?" Demanded a short curvy red head. Hotaru grinned slightly, this must be Fay.
"Hotaru. I'm staying here," She told the girl in a low voice. Fay raised an eyebrow and shook her head.
"Follow me," She told the dark haired girl. Hotaru decided to do as the girl commanded. Nothing better to do. Fay was bringing in a tray with what looked like a hangover removing concoction on it. The dark blue and sandy colored room screamed Haruka. Simple and bare minimum of things in it. The bed was a simple wicker sleigh bed with a dark blue comforter. Fay poked her and the blonde in the bed simply snuggled down further. She went to poke her again when Hotaru laid a hand on her shoulder, a small smile on her face.
"Allow me," She said, mirth lacing her voice. She kicked off her shoes and climbed onto the bed. She started jumping up and down. "Time to get up," She said in a sing song voice. Haruka's eyes opened and she sat up quickly, only to groan and put her hands on her head.
"Taru, I'm not feeling so hot could you ... WHERE THE HELL DID YOU COME FROM," Haruka shouted at the top of her lungs. Hotaru cocked her head to the side slightly and kept a blank look on her face.
"Usa and Sets," She said simply. Haruka raised an eyebrow.
"Figures," Haruka said with another groan.
Damia - "Miss me?"
Solatina - "Not if they're intelligent,"
Damia - "Your insults are losing their bite,"
Wren - "Maybe I'm rubbing off on her,"
Solatina - "Maybe I should stuff your head in the toilet,"
Damia - "Hotaru's here. What do you think about that?"
Wren - "I hadn't realized you were a twelve year old bully,"
Damia - "Please Review,"
Solatina - "And here I thought you knew everything,"
Wren - "You are not a very nice person,"