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Bijono Senshi DragonMoon Rebirth

Chapter One

 

In an immaculate canopy bed, lays a beautiful redhead tossing and turning in the throws of a dream. She moans softly as if in pain. Suddenly she bolts upright, "Oh Kami not that same dream again," she whispers as she runs her fingers through her sweat damp bangs. She wonders why she can never remember any details. She looks over at her bedside clock. "Kosot it's only 4:13 am," she mutters. Then it dawns on her, in about 6 hours she'll have to deal with her adopted parents and their so-called friends in pretence of celebrating her birthday. "Well I'll never get back to sleep now, might as well do my work out, and run now so I can take a nice long bath after," she grumbles to herself. She goes through her usual routine of stretching and then running for about two miles. She then proceeds to the gym. It was constructed just for her and goes through her martial arts, all the time the vague images of her dreams flash in her mind in time with her hits on the heavy bag. This is when the images are the most clear, if she could just train hard enough they might solidify into something she could recognize. After about two hours, she is forced to give up, to tired to continue. Then to end off her routine she does meditation for an hour. Feeling centered and ready to face the day, she heads for the tub.
By the time she climbs out of the tub, does her makeup, and hair into her favourite style. The one her mother hates, two odangos, and ponytails. She does it just to annoy her adopted mother. Just than there was a knock, "Come in," she replied.
"Tenshi are you awake? I am just here to make up your bed and help you get ready, but it seems you're halfway there already," says a cheerful voice from the door. Then she notices her charge has slightly haunted look. "You have another one of those dreams?" the maid asks concern coloring her voice.
"Of course, what else is new, but enough of that I should get ready for my big day," her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"I'll make the bed after I finish getting you ready," the maid says cheerfully. Letting her charges sarcasm roll of her.
"You do know I can dress myself?" Tenshi inquires.
"Yes, but your mother gave me explicit instructions on what your appearance is to be to day. You know she's going to pitch a fit over your hair, and both of us know you did it on purpose," she explains in a patent tone.
Tenshi just bats her eyes innocently at her maid and says every so sweetly, "Who me? I would never do a thing like." The maid just rolls her eyes. Tenshi goes back to being dead serious and states in a cold emotionless voice, "Now let's see what ridiculous dress she wants me to wear." The maid just shakes her head and wonders how Tenshi can flip-flop to such extreme emotional states. The maid walks over to the closet and pulls out a satin lime green dress, that's off the shoulders. It has a small train and a giant bow on the back. It also has matching platform shoes and to top it all off it has a matching velvet ribbon for her neck. "Kami, I swear they get worse every year. I should be able to spend my birthday any way I want. All those false smiles and photographers. Kami chikusho how I hate all those plastic people," she states. All ready fed up and the day hasn't even begun.
"I know, but a young lady shouldn't curse." the maid says. They have been down this road to many times before. As she finishes doing the back of her dress. "It's not that bad, you look very lovely," she says in a tone of admiration.
As Tenshi walks over to the full-length mirror, she says in a slightly annoyed tone, "I could put on a potato sack and you'd say the same thing. She reaches the mirror and turns from side to side analyzing her appearance. She sighs and states, "Lets get this day over with as quickly as possible." her tone cold and flat. As she heads down stairs, she stops and ponders again, if I could just train harder and longer, I might be able to remember something from those dreams. Then I could figure out what, if anything they mean. If only I could remember.

As she enters the dinning room for breakfast, her adopted parents are all ready sitting eating. "Oh darling you look fabulous," she gushes. Then she notices the hair. "Oh, how could you?" she screeches. "I have the best photographers fly all the way from Paris, to do your birthday pictures."
"Yes dear why can't you respect your mother's wishes”, her father chimes in. In his usual bland voice.
"Don't be so melodramatic," Tenshi states in a cold, silky smooth voice. "It's only hair." Her mother immediately calms, realizing she did it just to get a rise out of her.
"Why don't you be a dear and go get your maid to fix your hair for you," she says in a sickly sweet tone.
"You know very well I won't." Tenshi states blandly. "So don't bother asking." Knowing that the argument is lost, she concedes this round to her daughter.

"Very well then sit and let me tell you all about who will be here today," she says in that high-pitched whine that she calls a voice. As her mother drones on, she simple stores away the information without really hearing it. A very useful trick she developed years ago. She simply eats her breakfast, nods every now and then. Thinking she'd like to do something different for her last year of high school. But what? By the time her mother was finished, it was time to get ready to greet the guests. It was after all her duty as the guest of honour to greet everyone. Which means she would be at the front door for quite awhile? As she was about to go out of her mind from boredom, it comes to her she could go to Toronto they have place there that her parents hardly use.