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Note: This story takes place after the Lost Episodes shown on Cartoon
Network. Sailor Moon, Sailor Soldiers, and anything pertaining to them
are the property of their respective creators.
“So, the big question is, what do we do now?” Darien asked the
gathered group.
It had been a whole week since Wiseman/Doom Phantom’s destruction.
The Scouts had reported having strange dreams about a scientist and seeing
two new Scouts. Raye, Mina, Lita, Amy, Artemis, Luna, Darien, Rini, Serena,
and the Four Sisters were all gathered together at Raye’s temple.
“Well,” Luna began, “our first priority should be to find out
who these new Scouts are. I don’t recall any other Scouts except you five,”
“Then again,” Artemis piped in, “we haven’t fully recovered all
of our memories since we were placed in the stasis capsules.”
“So, basically we don’t have a clue to what we should do next
except wait for those two Scouts to show up,” Raye said glumly. “This is
boring!”
“Wiseman has failed,” the tall, slender, dark man said to his master,
an even darker man who was gigantic as well as strong.
“Indeed,” the dark master grumbled, his baritone voice echoing
through the shadowy halls of the castle. “I have planted the seeds of Chaos
into another being. A human scientist.”
“A human?” the tall man said incredulously, “This should be a
sight,” Both the master and his tall apprentice laughed.
Darien and Serena had gone off together after the meeting at Raye’s
and went to the lake to go for a boat ride. Now they sat in a boat out
on the lake watching the sunset. Darien held Serena close. No words were
exchanged between the two; none were necessary, they knew what was in each
other’s hearts.
High above them, a pigeon flew by, its beady eyes watching the
pair. It didn’t feel any need to have a mate. It didn’t feel any need to
be responsible or protective. It knew only its instincts and the wind flying
beneath its wings.
Another pair of eyes watched the young couple with more than
a passing interest. At the edge of the lake was a copse of trees. Hiding
within that copse of trees a slender form watched the two intently. The
figure’s calculating mind quickly created several plans, schemes, and plots,
adjusting old ones, fabricating new ones. The figure’s mind raced as it
went through several scenarios, creating a plan for each possible conclusion
to those scenarios. Soon, the slender figure had devised the perfect plan
to “announce” itself to the Sailor Scouts.
Dr. Tomoe, a man of medium height and build, worked endlessly
at his experiments. He was trying to create a fusion generator that could
make space shuttles move ten times faster than the speed of light. His
colleagues at the universities mocked his unconventional ideas, but he
knew that he could do it. Then he would show them all. Shifting his circular-framed
glasses, Dr. Tomoe scribbled several notes onto a nearby notepad.
“Experiment 128…failed,” he mumbled to himself quietly. “Just
like the others.”
Tomoe heard a creak behind him. Someone was entering his private
laboratory. Tomoe turned and looked straight into the worried eyes of a
small teenage girl. The girl was thin, almost stick-like, and ill looking.
Tomoe relaxed at the sight of his only daughter.
“Father,” the girl softly, “it’s late. You should rest.” Concern
was plainly etched on her ghostly pale face.
“I’ll be closing up soon, Hotaru. Go to sleep,” Tomoe said to
her, his voice also soft, the voice of a caring father. Hotaru Tomoe left
the room quietly, stopping only to say goodnight. She closed the door behind
her. Once the door closed, Tomoe went back to work.
“You see, my dear apprentice,” the dark master said to the tall,
slender man, “greed is the driving force in many humans. One must simply
discover how to utilize that single, nondescript, emotion. It may seem
to be a trivial emotion, but, if properly used, it can cause untold destruction.”
The apprentice listened to his master’s wise words with avid
admiration. The master and apprentice both looked into the floating ball
in front of them. The ball held the picture of Dr. Tomoe hurrying about
his laboratory, trying desperately to come up with a successful prototype
for his fusion generator.
“Are you sure that this Dr. Tomoe will bring about your ‘untold
destruction’?” the apprentice asked in calm, even tones.
“Do not question my wisdom, apprentice,” the master boomed. “I
have seen the rise and fall of countless millennia. I am older than the
energies of creation. I am the manifestation of power. Do not question
me again, apprentice!” The apprentice merely took the berating without
flinching. He knew that to show any kind of weakness in front of his master
was to die.
Darien pulled his car over by Serena’s house. As she stepped out
of the car, Darien caught sight of Serena’s father, who was wearing his
customary scowl. Darien felt Mr. Tsukino’s eyes bore into him. Serena noted
the look that her father was giving her boyfriend and nearly laughed. She
turned back toward Darien and kissed him, drawing an even bigger scowl
from her father. Serena skipped lightly back to her house as Darien drove
away.
“Hi dad!” Serena Tsukino said to her father, throwing a hug around
him before skipping into the house.
Sammy was standing right in front of her with a squirt gun cocked and
loaded.
“WAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!” Serena’s wail could be heard ten blocks away, which
was where Darien was driving. He couldn’t help but smile as he heard his
girlfriend scream her heart out. She made a bad opera singer look good.
Darien couldn’t help but laugh.
“Sammy!” Serena’s mother chided confiscating Sammy’s weapon,
and tossing a towel to her soaked daughter.
“Ha! Gotcha!” Sammy said snidely, sticking his tongue out at
his sister.
Serena returned by sticking out her own tongue.
“My tongue is longer!” Sammy squealed.
“Yeah right! Mine is way longer!”
“No, mine is!”
“Mine!”
“Mine!”
“That’s enough, both of you!” Mrs. Tsukino said to them both.
“Sammy, to your room. Serena, go study.” Her words came out with a tone
of finality. Both siblings went upstairs to their respective rooms.
Serena plopped herself down onto the bed, a dreamy expression
on her face.
“Stop thinking about Darien, and get going on your homework!”
Mrs. Tsukino’s voice rang out from downstairs.
Serena sat up, mouth open in astonishment, “How does she do that?”
The apprentice was back in his own personal chambers, scribbling
in his journal. He wanted to record everything that he learned. He didn’t
want his master’s infinite wisdom to fade away with the passing of time.
This peculiar planet called Earth was, to say the least, the most intriguing
world he had ever visited. He had never imagined so much cultural diversity
on a single planet in his entire life. Although it wasn’t as technologically
advanced as some worlds he and his master had seen, the species on Earth
had one very strange ability that was integrated within their very genes:
the ability to adapt to any environment.
The apprentice considered humans as a rare commodity: they could
adapt to any environment, they reproduced at amazing speeds, could use
any weapon, had the ability to create and destroy, and, finally, a rare
few of the species possessed a small bit of psionic energy. And some of
the females of the species were quite attractive. The apprentice smiled
at that roguish thought.
The slender figure that had been spying on Darien and Serena
was now huddled inside a warehouse, waiting for an opportunity in which
to “introduce” itself to the Sailor Scouts. It possessed only one weapon:
its patience. It valued patience. It would wait quietly, seeking that one
perfect opportunity.
Soon, it thought, very soon…