Post by Corrin on Dec 14, 2003 4:47:57 GMT -5
This one I wrote to be a sequil to "Amy's Revelation" It takes place YEARS later, and isn't is script format. A lot of the information is based on what I knew in the American translation of SM, R, and a little bit of S, which means it presumes A LOT, so bare with it. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
I hope you like this one. I do.
The Wedding
By Prince Mercurius
A cool breeze penetrated the room through the open windows, making the blue satin curtains dance, as well as a certain princess's dress sway. The lady didn't flinch from her trance-like concentration in reading the great volume of ancient literature that lay before her. Her short blue hair didn't dare to fall in her way, but instead found a place behind her ear to hide itself from the breeze. It was in the library that this princess found one of her truest happiness, reading. Three years earlier, her fiancee gave it to her like an engagement ring. Silence found its sanctuary in the library. A single pin drop could cause a heart attack in the room, noise had no place in the great Lady’s library.
No one actually saw the doors of the Grand-doorway open slowly. They were so quiet that it seemed the doors were afraid they might loose their position as doors if they made a sound. The marble tiles that exquisitely decorated the floor utterly refused to make even a creak when it was tread upon. The young lady smiled secretly behind the mask of her book, because she knew whom it was who entered. She always seemed to know. The unheard footsteps he made towards her were the only telltale she needed. Coyly avoiding his gaze, she pretended not to see him. Adorned in his splendid battle armor, the prince and guardian to the kingdom pulled up a chair across the table from the woman of his dreams and patiently awaited her permission to speak.
"I never thanked you properly for this wonderful gift," she whispered, indicating the entire cathedral like room, packed to the breaking point with thousands upon thousands of neatly organized, categorized, and alphabetized books. And for the first time, or the millionth time, she gazed into his eyes. She was always captivated by his dark, mysterious, enchanting eyes. Every time she looked at his face, she could always manage to find something she adored about him. She notably was aware of his bushy brown eyebrows.
"You don't have to," he whispered affectionately back to her. "The fact that you're even in here, reading, is more than I ask." He stood slowly, as not to cause a racket with his chair. He practically glided over the floor to her and offered his hand. Graciously, she accepted and slowly rose with his help. "Now," he continued to whisper, "let's go somewhere where we can talk." Offering his arm, she slipped her own slender arm through his, and they calmly left the library.
The hall they walked in was beautiful. On one side, it was a solid marble wall, adorned with blue tapestries, each with it's own unique detail. Between each tapestry, torches hang from fixtures in the wall. Each torch was dipped in a special chemical (cobalt?) that makes the torches burn for an entire year emitting only royal blue flames. On the opposite side of the hall, only columns that hold up the ceiling appear. Beyond the columns is a vast courtyard, adorned with bushes, Easter Lilly gardens, paths, benches, and a few gardeners happily pruning their pride and joy. The Prince and Princess walked down this hall, and entered the garden.
Sitting down on one of the benches, the Princess began. "Greg," she sighed, "What did you want to tell me?"
"Ami, how long have we known each other?"
"About nine years, why?"
"Do you remember a few years ago, when I gave you your library? Do you remember what I asked you?"
"Yes, you asked me to marry you."
"Do you remember what you said?"
"Yes, I said that I would, and I also remember leaving it up to you to pick a date."
"How does this time, day after tomorrow, sound to you?"
"Oh, that's wonderful!" Ami cried, throwing her arms around his neck. Greg hugged her in return.
Still holding each other, "I still have one or two arrangements to make," Greg explained, "but it is all taken care of."
Pushing him away to see his face, Ami realized; "But I haven't even picked out a gown! This is all to soon!"
"I realized that. I haven't spent the last few years slacking off. Please, just trust me."
"But I..."
Ami tried to argue when Greg placed his fingers over her mouth to hush her. Smiling sweetly, with a twist of cunningness, he said simply; "Trust me." Changing the subject, "I have a pre-wedding gift for you."
"Really, what is it?" Ami asked enthusiastically.
"Not 'what', 'Who.' I believe you recognize your old friend, Lita."
Walking into the garden was a lady of 26, who stood a good foot above both Ami and Greg. She possessed a smile that could knock any man off his feet, and had hands to match. Her moderately long brown hair hung in a ponytail as it always had for the last nine years. A look of fascination was instantly replaced by one of joy as she suddenly caught a glance of her long-lost friend. Shouting across the distance, "Hi, Ami. Long time, no see, eh?" Running down the pavement path to close the distance between her and her friends, she waved her arm high in the air.
Ami stood with Greg as he greeted her. "Lita, what are you doing here?" Ami asked.
"It's not just me," Lita said. "The whole gang's here."
"As for what they're doing here," Greg explained, "they're here to help you pick out a wedding dress." Greg secretly shook a little piece of tuna behind his back. "Lita here is actually going to be the Head Cook for the wedding. Only the best for my Princess." Ami blushed and Lita laughed embarrassedly. Behind Greg's back, Luna jumped up into his arms and ate the little piece of tuna. "I also have another little surprise for you." Giving the cat a little jiggle, she jumped up onto his shoulder. Ami's overloading of joy brought her back to the moment she first saw Luna.
It was nine and a half years ago. Ami had just transferred into Serena's junior high school, where a particular black cat had caused her of being a Negaverse monster. She recalled many events that happened that day. It was the day she learned that she was Sailor Mercury. It was also the first time she had ever played a video game, but that isn't important. Her life since has been far from what anyone would call normal.
Leaping from Greg's shoulder to Ami's open arms, Luna thoroughly enjoyed the caressing that only Ami had a certain touch for. Purring satisfactorily, Luna said: "Oh how we've missed you, Ami. It hasn't been quite the same without you."
"I have missed you guys as well," Ami responded. "I wish you could visit more often."
"Your wish is my command," Greg quoted. "I have taken the liberty of booking the two of us, as well as all the Sailor Scouts and Royal Warriors, to a month long stay at the luxurious Moon Kingdom Palace. Effective right after the wedding."
Ami had a sudden premonition. "Something must be wrong."
"What is it?" Asked Greg, suddenly alert.
"Everything is going so right, something must go wrong."
"Pre-wedding jitters, I'm sure of it," Lita shrugged.
"They have slain my finest warriors," a dark entity stated, "Jedite, Neflyte, Zoisite, Malacite, Beryl, and the rest of them. This time, we go with energy to spare. Energy collecting from that reality is dangerous, so I have decided to create a task force that will take the entire troop of nuisances out in one stroke. They'll never know what hit them." Chuckles filled the hall at his evil preposition.
As the trio, and the cat, resumed walking down the marble halls, Lita said, "Greg, don't you think this is a bit much?" She, of course, implied the fantastic setting of the entire Palace. "I mean, this is way to nice."
"Nothing is to good for my Ami." Greg responded cheerfully. "It has become a hobby of mine to continually impress my bride."
"And he is doing an exquisite job at it." Ami added. "Everyday, something new to look forward to."
"Don't you think you're spoiling her?" Luna asked Greg. "Look at this place, and you still believe that she isn't satisfied?"
"It doesn't matter whether or not she's satisfied," Greg answered, "it's the look of surpass that I get from her that make me happy."
"Well," Lita explained, "we're here."
They enter a small room, where in, each of the Sailor Scouts were reminiscing over lost times. All but Serena stopped talking as they entered the room. Serena took about a minute longer. But once they were all silent, they mobbed Ami with a thousand 'how do you do's and 'what have you been up to's. Ami shot a glance saying 'pity me' to Greg whom immediately clapped his hands. The room they were in was acoustically perfect, making his clap echo in everyone's ears, silencing them instantly.
"Ladies," Greg explained, "I'm sure you have millions of things to reminisce about, but let's keep it below 15,000 decibels, please? Thank you. I have to prepare myself, so let's try to keep a cool head." With that, he left them.
"Let's get to business." Raye cried from the back of the room, opening a closet filled with extravagant wedding dresses. "What do you want to try first?" In all the years of being in the Sailor Scouts, Ami has never been the center of attention like this before. The mob opened a line that looked like the parting of the Red Sea, only harder to actually do. Ami walked the narrow opening and slowly picked out a dress that had long flowing folds of sky-blue silk and white ribbons, a torso jeweled with diamonds and sapphires, and tight sleeves and a high collar.
I hope you like this one. I do.
The Wedding
By Prince Mercurius
A cool breeze penetrated the room through the open windows, making the blue satin curtains dance, as well as a certain princess's dress sway. The lady didn't flinch from her trance-like concentration in reading the great volume of ancient literature that lay before her. Her short blue hair didn't dare to fall in her way, but instead found a place behind her ear to hide itself from the breeze. It was in the library that this princess found one of her truest happiness, reading. Three years earlier, her fiancee gave it to her like an engagement ring. Silence found its sanctuary in the library. A single pin drop could cause a heart attack in the room, noise had no place in the great Lady’s library.
No one actually saw the doors of the Grand-doorway open slowly. They were so quiet that it seemed the doors were afraid they might loose their position as doors if they made a sound. The marble tiles that exquisitely decorated the floor utterly refused to make even a creak when it was tread upon. The young lady smiled secretly behind the mask of her book, because she knew whom it was who entered. She always seemed to know. The unheard footsteps he made towards her were the only telltale she needed. Coyly avoiding his gaze, she pretended not to see him. Adorned in his splendid battle armor, the prince and guardian to the kingdom pulled up a chair across the table from the woman of his dreams and patiently awaited her permission to speak.
"I never thanked you properly for this wonderful gift," she whispered, indicating the entire cathedral like room, packed to the breaking point with thousands upon thousands of neatly organized, categorized, and alphabetized books. And for the first time, or the millionth time, she gazed into his eyes. She was always captivated by his dark, mysterious, enchanting eyes. Every time she looked at his face, she could always manage to find something she adored about him. She notably was aware of his bushy brown eyebrows.
"You don't have to," he whispered affectionately back to her. "The fact that you're even in here, reading, is more than I ask." He stood slowly, as not to cause a racket with his chair. He practically glided over the floor to her and offered his hand. Graciously, she accepted and slowly rose with his help. "Now," he continued to whisper, "let's go somewhere where we can talk." Offering his arm, she slipped her own slender arm through his, and they calmly left the library.
The hall they walked in was beautiful. On one side, it was a solid marble wall, adorned with blue tapestries, each with it's own unique detail. Between each tapestry, torches hang from fixtures in the wall. Each torch was dipped in a special chemical (cobalt?) that makes the torches burn for an entire year emitting only royal blue flames. On the opposite side of the hall, only columns that hold up the ceiling appear. Beyond the columns is a vast courtyard, adorned with bushes, Easter Lilly gardens, paths, benches, and a few gardeners happily pruning their pride and joy. The Prince and Princess walked down this hall, and entered the garden.
Sitting down on one of the benches, the Princess began. "Greg," she sighed, "What did you want to tell me?"
"Ami, how long have we known each other?"
"About nine years, why?"
"Do you remember a few years ago, when I gave you your library? Do you remember what I asked you?"
"Yes, you asked me to marry you."
"Do you remember what you said?"
"Yes, I said that I would, and I also remember leaving it up to you to pick a date."
"How does this time, day after tomorrow, sound to you?"
"Oh, that's wonderful!" Ami cried, throwing her arms around his neck. Greg hugged her in return.
Still holding each other, "I still have one or two arrangements to make," Greg explained, "but it is all taken care of."
Pushing him away to see his face, Ami realized; "But I haven't even picked out a gown! This is all to soon!"
"I realized that. I haven't spent the last few years slacking off. Please, just trust me."
"But I..."
Ami tried to argue when Greg placed his fingers over her mouth to hush her. Smiling sweetly, with a twist of cunningness, he said simply; "Trust me." Changing the subject, "I have a pre-wedding gift for you."
"Really, what is it?" Ami asked enthusiastically.
"Not 'what', 'Who.' I believe you recognize your old friend, Lita."
Walking into the garden was a lady of 26, who stood a good foot above both Ami and Greg. She possessed a smile that could knock any man off his feet, and had hands to match. Her moderately long brown hair hung in a ponytail as it always had for the last nine years. A look of fascination was instantly replaced by one of joy as she suddenly caught a glance of her long-lost friend. Shouting across the distance, "Hi, Ami. Long time, no see, eh?" Running down the pavement path to close the distance between her and her friends, she waved her arm high in the air.
Ami stood with Greg as he greeted her. "Lita, what are you doing here?" Ami asked.
"It's not just me," Lita said. "The whole gang's here."
"As for what they're doing here," Greg explained, "they're here to help you pick out a wedding dress." Greg secretly shook a little piece of tuna behind his back. "Lita here is actually going to be the Head Cook for the wedding. Only the best for my Princess." Ami blushed and Lita laughed embarrassedly. Behind Greg's back, Luna jumped up into his arms and ate the little piece of tuna. "I also have another little surprise for you." Giving the cat a little jiggle, she jumped up onto his shoulder. Ami's overloading of joy brought her back to the moment she first saw Luna.
It was nine and a half years ago. Ami had just transferred into Serena's junior high school, where a particular black cat had caused her of being a Negaverse monster. She recalled many events that happened that day. It was the day she learned that she was Sailor Mercury. It was also the first time she had ever played a video game, but that isn't important. Her life since has been far from what anyone would call normal.
Leaping from Greg's shoulder to Ami's open arms, Luna thoroughly enjoyed the caressing that only Ami had a certain touch for. Purring satisfactorily, Luna said: "Oh how we've missed you, Ami. It hasn't been quite the same without you."
"I have missed you guys as well," Ami responded. "I wish you could visit more often."
"Your wish is my command," Greg quoted. "I have taken the liberty of booking the two of us, as well as all the Sailor Scouts and Royal Warriors, to a month long stay at the luxurious Moon Kingdom Palace. Effective right after the wedding."
Ami had a sudden premonition. "Something must be wrong."
"What is it?" Asked Greg, suddenly alert.
"Everything is going so right, something must go wrong."
"Pre-wedding jitters, I'm sure of it," Lita shrugged.
"They have slain my finest warriors," a dark entity stated, "Jedite, Neflyte, Zoisite, Malacite, Beryl, and the rest of them. This time, we go with energy to spare. Energy collecting from that reality is dangerous, so I have decided to create a task force that will take the entire troop of nuisances out in one stroke. They'll never know what hit them." Chuckles filled the hall at his evil preposition.
As the trio, and the cat, resumed walking down the marble halls, Lita said, "Greg, don't you think this is a bit much?" She, of course, implied the fantastic setting of the entire Palace. "I mean, this is way to nice."
"Nothing is to good for my Ami." Greg responded cheerfully. "It has become a hobby of mine to continually impress my bride."
"And he is doing an exquisite job at it." Ami added. "Everyday, something new to look forward to."
"Don't you think you're spoiling her?" Luna asked Greg. "Look at this place, and you still believe that she isn't satisfied?"
"It doesn't matter whether or not she's satisfied," Greg answered, "it's the look of surpass that I get from her that make me happy."
"Well," Lita explained, "we're here."
They enter a small room, where in, each of the Sailor Scouts were reminiscing over lost times. All but Serena stopped talking as they entered the room. Serena took about a minute longer. But once they were all silent, they mobbed Ami with a thousand 'how do you do's and 'what have you been up to's. Ami shot a glance saying 'pity me' to Greg whom immediately clapped his hands. The room they were in was acoustically perfect, making his clap echo in everyone's ears, silencing them instantly.
"Ladies," Greg explained, "I'm sure you have millions of things to reminisce about, but let's keep it below 15,000 decibels, please? Thank you. I have to prepare myself, so let's try to keep a cool head." With that, he left them.
"Let's get to business." Raye cried from the back of the room, opening a closet filled with extravagant wedding dresses. "What do you want to try first?" In all the years of being in the Sailor Scouts, Ami has never been the center of attention like this before. The mob opened a line that looked like the parting of the Red Sea, only harder to actually do. Ami walked the narrow opening and slowly picked out a dress that had long flowing folds of sky-blue silk and white ribbons, a torso jeweled with diamonds and sapphires, and tight sleeves and a high collar.