Elsyion's Heir Ch. 2

Ch. 2
Usagi finds out

Usagi waited patiently as she could with her new baby for her husband to come home.  They had a fight that morning and she wanted to apologize.  She was being a little unreasonable about the whole secretary thing.  Mamochan probably did need one come to think of it.  She’d seen his work load once and it was enough to make her dizzy.  Course, any amount of hard thinking work made her dizzy.  She got out of school as soon as she could, legally.  She was married before she left and was very happy to get out of her uniforms for good.  It was being married that she loved the most though.  Being pregnant though was pure torture.  All the aches and pains and cravings and throwing up just got to her after a while.  She decided that after Chibi Usa, there’d be no more babies in her, ever.
Whether or not that was always going to be the case though was another story.
Usagi waited for hours for Mamochan to return.  His days at the clinic were long and tiresome and even worse, he kept getting more clients!  Mamochan was good, very good, at making people better.  “Well he should,” she reasoned, “He did save our lives during labor.”  Usagi came very close to dieing when she gave birth.  It was only Mamochan’s power that made sure both she and the baby lived.  She sighed.  If only those moments would last forever.
Their baby girl Chibi Usa started to cry for food.  Usagi sighed again and went over to feed her.  Why was she stuck all alone with the baby and all her friends and loved ones out there doing things in the world?!  That thought outraged her the most during the quiet times of the day when she wasn’t feeding or changing or cuddling little Chibi Usa.  She wanted to do something again.  She sighed to herself again and patted her baby to burp.  
A knocking came from her apartment door.  “Coming!!”  Still holding her baby, she made her way over all the toys and pillows in their living room and to the source of the knocking.  Usagi opened the door a crack and saw her new neighbor, a Kristin Lee from China, standing in front of it with a plate full of goodies and a six month old in a basket.
“Mind if I come it?  I’m going insane in my apartment.”
Usagi ripped open the door and eyed the food longingly.  “FOOD!!!” she cried and took off a few cookies in an instant.  Kristin laughed and made her way into the apartment.  She and her husband moved into the building and down the hall a ways only three months ago and Kristin was a real help for Usagi in her last few months of pregnancy and labor.  She didn’t know where she’d be now without her.  They were two learning young mothers and that was what they needed just then, each other.
“Kristin, you’re a life saver!”  Usagi ate four more cookies before putting her one month old down into a pile of pillows.  “It takes Mamochan forever to come home.  Why does he ever leave!”  She started to cry.  “It’s because I’m fat isn’t it?!  Today he was going off about needing a secretary and I yelled at him because he was leaving me for some pretty bimbo!”
Kristin patted her back.  “Usagi-chan,” she mumbled, “I think you’re being a little unreasonable about that.  Don’t go into those doubts.  It’s the hormones talking, not you.  Mamoru-sama would never leave you for a pretty thing in a skirt.  He’s far to mature for that.  My Ken-kun on the other hand,” she looked down, peeved.  She jumped up from her seat and started shouting at the roof.  “SANITATION DEPARTMENT!!  HOW DOES THE SANITATION DEPARTMENT KEEP SUCH HORRIBLE LONG HOURS?!!”  She shook her fist.  “When he comes home I’m gonna give him a piece of my mind!  And he’d better explain why he has a ten hour work day and is gone nearly every time the baby need’s changing!”  She plopped back into her seat and sighed.  Then she laughed.  “HA!  Another mood swing.  They aught to give mothers parts in plays.  It’d be very interesting to watch.”
Usagi laughed.  Being with Kristin put a lot of things into perspective.  Then she remembered something.  “Oh, are you feeling better?” Kristin looked at her side long.  “I mean, last week you were throwing up a lot.  Are you over it?”
Kristin sighed and shook her head.  “No, not even close.  I’ve got another ten months before I’ll be anywhere near to over it again.”
Usagi gasped.  “You’re pregnant?!  Again?!  Didn’t the last one teach you anything?”
Usagi’s friend laughed.  “Apparently not.  The initial process is just too much fun!”  Both the ladies went into fits of giggles and Kristin’s boy started to cry from hunger.  “Awe…” they both cooed, then she took up her son and started to nurse him as they talked about several unimportant things.  It was nearly seven by the time they realized how late it was getting, and Kristin was beginning to feel naucious.  “I better see about dinner.  Come over to my place some time if you ever get bored,” she offered as she took her baby and her empty plate of goodies out the Chiba apartment.  Usagi waved goodbye and closed the door again.
She had to think about dinner too.  “Let’s see…”  Usagi looked over to the calendar and tried to figure out exactly what they had planned.  After a minute she shrugged and picked up some take-out menus.  “Which one shall we have this time, eh Chibi Usa?  Chinese?  Italian?  Russian?  How about Ramen?”  Chibi Usa fussed and her mother laughed.  She sat down by the phone and started dialing one of their take out places at random.
As she waited for the people on the other end to pick up, she spotted a picture of her and her large group of friends after their last great battle, the one involving Sailor Galaxia and sighed.  Those were the days, she realized now.  Those were the days were everything was moving forward.  School, romance, friendship, adventure and all of their hearts, moving forward as one.  There were times she wished the battles never ended, but now they had peace, real peace.  In time they’d build the next silver millennium and help the whole Earth move forward like they did, but at times, it was just good to fight the fight.
The people on the other end picked up and started asking for her order.  I want to be just Sailor Moon once again, she thought, but instead ordered their special for two.

Mamoru made it home around eight and Usagi flew into his arms almost immediately, showering him with kisses.  “I missed you.”
“I noticed.”  Mamoru’s wide eyed shock was exactly what Usagi wanted and she giggled, handing him the baby.  He smiled and kissed the baby on the head.  “Hello Chibi Usa.”  The infant cooed.  He sniffed then looked back over to his wife.  “My turn to change her?”
Usagi batted her eyes, grinning.  “If you insist.  Dinner should be up pretty soon.”  Their building manager Kekaru Hima insisted on bringing up everybody’s take out meals strait to their apartment whenever they ordered.  He’d pay the people and then his tenants would reimburse him.  It was a strange way to do business, but she rather liked it.  He was a nice old man anyway and occasionally gave out little goodies when he visited them.  In minutes he arrived and an exchange of money and food occurred.  It was Chinese that night, a special platter of good food set aside and prepared for Usagi’s tastes.  They were rather frequent customers.
As they ate Usagi asked how Mamoru’s day went.  He looked up at her slightly guilty.  “I… uh… I got a new secretary today,” he muttered.  Mamoru was never very good at being subtle about things he felt she’d be angry about.
And he was right.  Usagi’s eyes flashed and became cold.  “Oh?  Did you now.”  It was silent for a moment.  “What does she look like?” She asked testily.
Mamoru choked.  It was going to be one of those.  “Um… she’s a little taller than you, brown hair and eyes, glasses and just about your age I think.  She’s a foreigner too.  Her Japanese though is pretty good.”  He tried to get this on an even ground before she started berating him.  “She’s pretty fast when it comes down to work.  I think if I didn’t tell her to go home, she’d still be at the office right now trying to clean it up.”
“What country is she from?” Usagi asked quickly, ignoring this girl’s abilities.
Mamoru gulped.  This could get messy.  “America I think.  The U.S.  We really didn’t talk about it.  She was more concerned about missed bills.”
“American eh?”  She looked up at him.  “Is she pretty?  How big exactly are her breasts?”
Mamoru turned red and gritted his teeth.  “Usako, don’t you think you’re being unreasonable?  What responsible person asks questions like that?  I hired her because of her skills, not her bust size.  I need a helper around the office, not a lover or an affair.”  He stood up and left the table.  If he didn’t leave it now, Usagi would cry and he couldn’t take that.
“You’re avoiding the question.”  Tears were budding in her eyes.  “Is she prettier than me?  Is that why you hired her?!  ‘Cause I’m an ugly crybaby?!”
Mamoru looked down at her, his heart aching at her tears.  He looked away as he responded.  “She made a point of asking me if that was why I hired her too.”  He started to leave the room.  “The answer to both you and her is no.”  He paused at the doorway to their bedroom.  “Ami-san met her.  You can meet her tomorrow if you’d like.”  He left her then and climbed into bed.  It was a very tiring day.
It took him quite a while to start falling asleep, but before he nodded off, Usagi slipped into bed with him and hugged his back.  “Mamochan? I’m sorry,” she whispered to him softly.  “I’m just so scared of loosing you.  I love you too much to loose you again.”  Mamoru turned in a half doze and hugged her, letting her know that everything was alright once more.

The sky was clear and undisturbed.  The sent of roses perked every strange and normal creature from their dozing.  The white marble buildings behind the boy prince loomed in the background comfortingly.  “Endymion!” He heard his name being called.  Mamoru, once this prince, turned to that name.  He was no older than ten it seemed and the place was the very familiar Elysion, which he only been to twice in that life.  The person calling him though was someone he didn’t, yet did recognize.  Her hair was a dark wood brown and her eyes and dress were a leafy green.  She had an almost plastered smile on her face and she had to be four.  She was too small to be any older.  She tripped forward and he ran to her to catch her
“Dunya!” He called her as he helped her into a sitting position.  “How many times have I told you not to run after me?!”  He was angry with her for some reason, but her smile took that all away.
“Papa wants to see us!” she cheered and jumped on to her feet.  “Hurry!”  Dunya grabbed his hand and pulled him into a run back to the marble buildings of Earth’s capitol city.  Endymion groaned as he went back into he city.  He liked the place, that’s true, but it meant he had to go to stuffy meetings and be all ‘princy’ when ever he was in the palace.  Dunya pulled him in though and he had no objections.  They made it to the palace rather quickly that way.
They nearly fell strait into the chief priest Helios as they ran past.  Endymion yelled out an apology as he was pulled even further into the palace.  Helios seemed to laugh.  They nearly ran into several other palace regulars as Dunya pulled him to their father’s rooms.  “Dunya, slow down!” he cried at last.  “You’re scaring everyone.”
Dunya laughed, but slowed down a bit.  They were both only slightly winded.  The gravity there didn’t slow them down and they were very strong children.  “Uriel said that the only way to get strong is to run!” she shouted.
“Uriel says a lot of things,” Endymion muttered.  He looked around at last.  They were only a hallway away from their father’s official rooms.  Official business.  He grimaced.  Their father knew he couldn’t resist if Dunya was the one who took him there.  He sighed.  “What’s this about?”
Dunya grinned and pulled him eagerly to their father’s office.  The doors opened soundlessly and the two royal heirs to Earth could see their father talking to a young man who was seated before him.  Their father looked much like Mamoru as an adult: tall, fair skinned, black-blue hair and a firmness very few people could attain.  The main differences between them were their ages and their eyes.  His father’s were green like his sister’s and Endymion’s were blue.
Their eyes met, then they both went over to the new comer. He was older than Endymion by five years but he looked like he could be several years older.  He was thick bodied, muscular and had very thick black hair that was cut at very bad angles, almost as if he had done it with the sword he had on his back.  Come to think of it, he probably had.  He wore a well worn leather jerkin over his dark green tunic, and very course pants and boots.  When he got a good look at the new comer’s face, Endymion could see they shared one similarity, identical eyes, every wit.  The man did not bow or smile or show any form of acknowledgement that he was even there, which put the young prince out.
He sniffed in distaste and puffed himself up with nobility.  “You called for me father?”  Dunya left him and started climbing all over the nameless man, who didn’t seem to mind a bit.
His father, the current king, nodded.  “Endymion, I’d like you to meet your new teacher.”  He pointed over to the silent man.  “He’ll be teaching you how to ride, fight and live for the next several years.  He’s a gift, from the current rulers of the mixed world.”
Endymion grimaced and glared at the new man who was to be his teacher.  He was a half breed, not of any world really.  No home, no titles, no real worth.  Why was he even here?!  “Father, I do not see the point in such a gift,” he huffed out pridefully.
The king sighed.  He looked over to the silent man.  “Please forgive him.  He’s been allowed too much freedom I fear and it has made him prideful.  He really can be very nice.”
The nameless man smiled understandingly.  “I can relate.  My brother was much the same.  I’ll straighten him out.”  He looked over Endymion.  “A few campouts with the truly harsh weather should make him understand a few things.”
Endymion glared.  They weren’t even paying attention to him and he was ready to object.  His father headed him off quickly.  “This man’s brother is Glizare, Ritia Shikariana’s personal body guard.”  He smiled knowingly.  “If you’re good, you may even meet them.”
“What’s a ritia?” Dunya hopped off the man’s lap and to her father, her eyes wide and questioning.
The king smiled graciously to his daughter.  “It’s an old word from an ancient language meaning empress and queen.  She isn’t crowned yet, but considering her parents, it was the only title that fit young Shikariana.”
Endymion scowled.  He’d been working on his scowl and he wanted to use it at least once a day so he wouldn’t be out of practice.  They were making his life for him again and he wanted out.  “I don’t care about any stupid old princess,” he muttered.  “And I don’t need a new teacher.  I’m smart enough.”
The king was about to say something when the silent man slapped him outside the head.  It wasn’t too hard of a hit, but it was enough to make him move and tear up.  Grabbing the spot he hit Endymion turned and glared at the man.  “What was that for?!”
“You’re smart enough eh?”  A playful smirk came on his face then.  “Then why didn’t you duck or block?  There are several different ways to evade pain.”  He stood up at last and loomed over the boy.  In comparison, he was a giant.  “There are several things to learn in life, one of them is how to dodge, when to take a hit, and when not to strike.”  A hint of steel entered his voice and eyes.  “You do not insult another person’s royal in front of them.  A princess has less freedom than a prince, and Ritia Shikariana is one to pity.  Do not insult her again”
Fear, an unknown emotion to Endymion, entered his heart for the first time that day.  This man could kill him in an instant, he realized, and only for making a remark about his princess.  He trembled and nodded, almost agreeing to do what he demanded.  This new teacher nodded in response and the steely look left him.
Endymion’s teacher nodded to himself then looked back at the king.  “I think I should start immediately your Majesty.  His highness needs more training than I initially thought.  By your leave, I’ll start my teaching today and take him to the waste lands.”
Endymion jerked up from the floor and gaped at his father, pleading with his eyes not to let this happen.  His father though, with pity in his eyes, nodded and the large man picked up the prince, taking him away from his family in Elsyion.  Dunya waved cheerily as they went off, her brother screeching and wigging himself, trying to be free.  “See you soon!!” she shouted after him.

Mamoru woke up to the cries of his daughter in the other room and automatically dislodged himself from Usagi to take care of her.  Usagi slept like a rock and even their daughter’s hungry cries could never wake her.  He ended up with the night shift by default.  He rubbed his eyes awake and took out a prepared formula and a diaper as he went to her, thinking of his dream.  
It’d been a while since he dreamed anything like that.  He hadn’t seen Elsyion in years, much longer than when he last donned his mask and tuxedo.  Why would he be dreaming of it now?  And who was that man?  That girl?  That king?  He looked in one of the mirrors around the house and touched his reflection.  It had all been so real.
He barely remembered his past life, Mamoru recalled.  All he could really remember was the relationship between him and Serenity, Usagi’s previous incarnation.  The rest was really a blank.  His priest Helios took him to Elsyion before, that was how he knew where he was, but everything else was a mystery.  He changed his daughter’s diaper and thought about the young girl he saw in the dream.  “Dunya,” he muttered, the name very familiar, yet something was missing.  He closed his eyes, trying to remember more of his dream, but already things were fading.  He remembered the king.  That had to be his father in his past life.  There was no other explanation.  The girl called him papa.  A thought struck him.
“I had a sister?”

end Ch2