Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Time changes ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

 

Times change.

 

I don't own anime “Sailormoon” and its heroes, however this fanfictions plot is mine. ;) And, PLEASE, forgive me my bad English. I have a standard alibi: it's not my native language.

I changed some of heroes' appearances, cause they ARE only reincarnations and who've said that they MUST have the same exterior?

As for couples: I like experiments AND they are not the same princesses and generals of the Silver Millenium. Their souls had to learn something from their previous life, so they HAVE changed. Anyway, those of you, who feel offended, can just leave the web-page, not reading my fiction.

Criticism is welcomed. And as long, as I hate flames... Sorry, but I won't listen to you, if you send me them.

*…* - thoughts

 

Mirei de Bois/Makoto Kino - 17 years old, long blood-red hair, emerald eyes,170 sm, future diplomat

 

Alexander "Xander" Blaise/ Zoicite - 23, long amber hair, turquoise eyes, 175 sm, Constantine Crane's cousin, “eternal”student

 

Lavinia McAddams/ Minako Aino - 18, short fair hair, azure eyes, 163 sm, model

 

Diego del Piedra/ Jadeite - 24, short golden hair, sky blue eyes, 180 sm, physicist, the Nobel Prize winner

 

Melani Connors/ Ami Mizuno - 18, short black hair, dark blue eyes,160 sm, future doctor

 

Nataniel Valentine/Nephrite - 22, short chestnut hair, sapphire eyes, 188 sm, the only heir to his uncle's jewellry-producing campany

 

Regina Raven/ Rei Hino - 19, long ebony hair, lavender eyes, 162 sm, thief

 

Constantine Crane/Kunzite - 25, long silver hair, grey eyes, 195 sm, CEO of the "Crane Inc"

 

Michiru Kaio - 22

 

Haruka Tenou - 22

 

Setsuna Meio - 23

 

Hotaru Connors - 12

Couples: Makoto/Zoicite, Rei/Kunzite, Minako/Jadeite, Ami/Nephrite.

 

3522 A.D. 15th of September. Crystal Tokyo.

A girl froze by the wall. Her long jet-black hair was plaited, which was very different from her usual style. But again, today she had a job. Nothing special at all, just the same old routine to her disappointment. The girl's lavender eyes appeared to be deep purple in the light of the pale moon. Her right hand griped the handle of the thin dagger, almost a stilet.

Regina Raven was nothing more, than an ordinary thief. Her profession was her choice as she liked to think. To tell the truth, she simply didn't want to become a prostitute after her whole family's death in a car accident and all of their belongings' loss, because of the incurred debts.

Her fingers tightened around the dagger's haft. Today she had to repay her debt to Uranus. Regina slightly smirked. The leader of the Thieves' Guild was known after the name of the one of the legendary senshi of the past, who followed their princess and her friends in their journey. Regina suppressed her breath. She had to stop dreaming about unrealizable teleporting back, to 30th century! Her job wouldn't wait forever to be done.

-You are never going to climb the ladder by such poor rates.

Regina slowly gazed in the direction of a voice. There half-hidden by the next door house's hung roof stood a very tall man. She couldn't make out his features now, except for the stranger's pale eyes that glanced at her coldly from the dark of a night. The expensive perfume's smell soared in the cool air. He wasn't related to the police as she supposed. But the young thief inevitably became frightened of his reaction to her business. What if the stranger delivered her up to the law?! Regina had to kill him in order of saving her own life. But she wasn't sure that the murder would go off successfully: her intruder didn't look and sound like a harmless citizen. Not every person in that damn whole world's capital could sneak up to her being completely unnoticeable.

-You are, probably, right. But can't you mind your own business? - Regina tried to smile confidently, suppressing a cold shiver running down her spine.

The stranger grinned sardonically. The thief still didn't see his face, but was absolutely aware of its owner's actions as if she knew him somehow. She straightened out herself mentally. What crazy ideas took into her mind sometimes?! For sure, meetings of such kind affect her head in some negative way!

-Sorry, but I can't. I want you to send a message to Uranus…

Regina simply stared with wide eyes at the stranger. What kind of affairs could connect her chief and this mister?..

-Tell her that Kunzite needs Berill's documents.

The thief blinked. The stranger disappeared, dissolved in pre-dawn fog. When?.. When did he have time for this?.. Shit! Shit, shit, definit shit!! She obviously was losing her skills! Angry at herself and, especially, at him Regina mentally wished him go to Hell. The guy deserved it. Or so she sincerely believed.

 

-Who are you? - The beauty with long legs, who had opened the door earlier, wrapped up the gentleman's shirt, the only piece of clothes covering her naked body.

Melani Connors drew her glance aside, blushing like tomato. The girl hated this mansion, her hospital's director, using her like a messenger and, certainly, she hated the owner of this building, who supposed to be sponsor of her work place!

Nataniel Valentine belonged to the most despised by the future doctor kind - ladies' men and idlers, who had nothing to do, but who happened to be the lucky heirs to their relatives' fortunes.

Melani had to come here every month and each time she was greeted by the sight of a different girl! It was disguisting. And yet she could explain it with ease. Nataniel was so…

-Who is it Sandra? - The opening became wider. There stood tall broad-shouldered young man with bright blue eyes.

… handsome…

Melani painfully blushed. Again. Saint Selenity, why?!

They had known each other for more than a year already! Twelve months, six days and nineteen hours to be exact, said her inner voice. Melani just asked it to shut up. Her subconscious mind was hurt, but listened to the order. Thanks God!

A familiar smirk appeared on the Valentine's beautifully-shaped lips. His eyes seemed to obtain even brighter shade of the sapphire. Wasn't he going to do it again?.. Course, Melani was right.

-What's a pleasant surprise! I'm so honoured with the presence of Melani Connors, future famous doctor and nowadays well-known genius, in my modest monastery!

“Modest monastery” had six floors and was the most luxurious mansion in the city, except for the royal palace, of course!

Undoubtedly, the guy liked to enrage the future doctor. And he was the one and only who could drive her mad in the whole Crystal Tokyo! Melani tried, honestly tried to stay calm numerous times, but… Nataniel was able to achieve his goal no matter what and who prevented it!

She would like to stand aside from him, but the young millionare wished her to be the mediator between him and the hospital. Swine.

-Good morning mister Valentine. There are documents that the director asked me to send you. He needs your signature.

Smiling, Nataniel took his golden “Parker” and began to sign papers, reading the contents before. Melani gradually relaxed. A pair of minutes and…

-Here you are. By the way, miss Connors don't you mind a cup of tea?

Melani froze. A cup of tea? Never!! Not in his house to be more precise!

-Thank you for your offer. But no one's going to do my work. May be next time… - *Yeah! You wish!* - Good bye!

And she almost ran in the direction of the gates. Suddenly she heard his mocking voice:

-Until next time Melani.

How dare he to call her on her first name basis?!

 

Mirei angrily kicked next cobble-stone on her way home. Who gave them the right to call her like that?! Lesbian?! She?!! Jerks. Suddenly she had a lump in her throat. The girl doubled her hands into fists automatically. She wouldn't allow to herself a single tear… Something ran down her cheek. Mirei de Bois, future diplomat, quickly, until nobody noticed, brushed unwelcomed guest off.

Lesbian?!! Oh, it's so inconceivable! Although… She slightly smiled. Everybody thinks about the others according to his or her mentality. Then… she was surrounded by the gays and lesbians! Terrible. Her face darkened again.

-How dare you to wound my handsome face?! - Suddenly the girl's thoughts were interrupted by some guy's voice, which represented a perfect mix of anger and offence.

The phrase sounded… strangely familiar. Mirei raised her face. A slim blond slightly higher than the future diplomat stood in front of her. There was a purple bruise on his cheek-bone. Ooops… When did she have enough time?.. Oh, no… A cobble-stone?..

-I'm so sorry! Can I?..

-Don't approach to me! - He moved back, covering his bruise with his hand from her. - Just let me know your name.

-Why? - She raised her perfect eyebrow in perplexity.

The blond's smirk personified problems. There were sparks of insidiousness in his turquoise eyes. Mirei thought about his familiar attitude again. She definitely knew him somehow, although, she was absolutely sure of it, she had never met him before. Hmmm… Some kind of sick mind games? Had to be for her sake!

-To bring an action against you, of course! Haven't you thought that it will be so easy? Don't be ridiculous!

She snorted. Mirei de Bois had never met such annoying person in her whole life! Of course, her life wasn't too long…

But from this moment she would hope that the period of knowing this guy wouldn't last forever.

-Mirei de Bois. Phone: 077 86055713. Do you need to know my social insurance number? - Poison was almost dropping from her tongue.

For a split of a second the annoying stranger's eyes became wide, but that didn't last long.

-I'll call you if I need to.

Devil's son! Mirei made herself to smile, although the result turned into sarcastic one.

-Hey! Can I know your name?

-Xander Blaise. Alexander Blaise to be precise. But I'm more than sure that it wouldn't help you in the Court of Justice, Red.

*Red*. Mirei smiled weakly. The guy was… fantastic. Singing, she went home. Sudden emission of all negative emotions made its work and the future diplomat felt herself wonderful. *Thank you mister I'm-Xander-annoying-ass-Blaise! Hope, we won't meet again too soon.*

 

Lavinia McAddams stood on the brink of a bridge and watched the river's dark water flow far away down. Her eyes, usually sparkling with optimism, resembled dim pebble now. Her life lost its significance.

Allan was dead.

Her sensual mouth trembled. The guy was the first and, as Lavinia believed, the last whom she loved with all her heart. Her future would become just vain existence without him. Piercing blast of an early autumn's wind dried up bitter tears from the corners of her eyes.

-Are you going to end your life with a suicide? - All of a sudden there was clearly heard some guy's voice nearby, in which indifference was interlaced with curiosity.

Lavinia casted a glance at the uninvited spectator. There, leaning on a hand-rail, stood a good-looking blond and watched her closely from downside. Nearby was situated a dark blue “Bentley” with silent driver steering wheel. How could they drive up to her without making any noise?! She began to feel herself even worsier than before. And in addition to everything some wet drops fell on her face and shoulders. Several seconds after it rained cats and dogs. It became really uncomfortable to stand on the hand-rail.

-Yes, I'm going to do it. But it's my business, not yours, isn't it?

He answered nothing to this rude remark, just darted at her his death glare. Bastard. Lavinia even became officially offended to such cold-hearted attitude towards her suicide.

-It's just I've never got a chance to see someone killing his- or herself in front of my eyes. Today I decided to correct this inexcusable omission.

What?! Lavinia's jaw gently fell on her chest. Did he really say what she heard?! What an indifferent log! He… She… The girl tried to train some boxing moves on him and… slipped from her place.

 

Diego del Piedra was more than talented physicist, he was official genius, the Nobel Prize winner. He saw too many people during his short life and inevitably became disappointed in his whole race. But Fortune never forgot to make small surprises for him and today was one of that days.

A girl. Probably, she came of an age not so long ago. And the same old song. She seemed to be beautiful. Quite enough to be a model, actually. It was a pity, that God didn't give her a functional brain, though. Never mind! But Beauty was going to save the world! If ugliness wouldn't destroy it before, of course! Being quite pessimistic, Diego agreed with the second variant.

To his dismay, the blonde, in addition to all her “pluses”, was also very rude. Then the problem might be in her bad mood? Her parents bothered her too much, professor shouted at her or was it trivial PMS? There was a wide range of different reasons for such behavior and her head functioned not as in its best days. Strange girl came across with only one exit from her situation. So, she decided to find the nearest bridge and to stand on its hand-stand as long as it needed, waiting for the Prince Charming to rescue the damsel in the distress.

*And so, she achieved her main goal. There I am! “Prince Charming”! He-he… Why did you become sad so suddenly, sweetheart? Didn't you like “Prince” or was it something with “white horse”? Hmmm… Oh, you have quite posh claims, lady, but it is too late. You had to chose another bridge to attempt a suicide. But now you have no choices, except me, Diego del Piedra, young genius and the Nobel Prize winner. Your fault, lady, not mine.

But don't forget about time, my pretty damsel! You are not the only one to receive help from Knight in Shining Armours! Or you prefer Prince Charming, sweety? I can be both! Honestly!

Hey, lady, where are you falling?.. Dissolved. Damn! I have to jump after that “mermaid” now… She thinks she can be Ariel of her times? She's wrong.*

And the Nobel Prize winner laid off his jacket, tie and shirt, sighed, put his shoes aside and jumped after “his mermaid”.

“Ariel” floated in the middle of the river and looked at the far bank of it with understandable longing. Next “visit” of “her Prince Charming”, but this time without his “white horse”, put an end to her frustration. Pin-up creature dropped her jaw under water and, stammering, gurgled:

- What are you doing there, gentleman?

*I'm swimming, taking sun bathes, damnit! Stupid… Inhale deeply, Diego…Another time… And last one... Oh, I'm relaxed. Finally! Then make your best I'm-a-cold-hearted-bastard face and say, pretending to be indifferent:

- My driver can't swim.

And understand this as you want! Wow, it's really cold in here!.. No, he's not going to swim there under any circumstances, if its water's temperature is so low even in summer! Knight in Shining Armours is a human too!

Then grab this wonderful creature and swim to the darn bank, Diego!*