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Who am I?
Small white fingers trace a path down the cold, clear glass. Darkness outside. Raindrops pelt the window in the middle of the night, and Hotaru Tomoe is watching.
She watches the night outside her window. It deepens, spreads and covers the grounds. And Hotaru is thinking. It's not only herself she thinks about. It's her friends, her family, and her planet.
I am a human. A Japanese girl, living in Tokyo.
Is she? They all appear human. They all act human. Her parents, Chibiusa, the inner senshi. But how true is that? The others do all seem to yearn for it so much. An existence like the people around them. An existence filled with small concerns, and simple problems. She seems human.
"Attracted by the very thing that brought us to this Solar System... so very long ago..."
Her left hand strays to her chest, to her heart, pressing flat onto her chest, onto her nightrobe.
She feels a passion there, a presence. It is her... her true self. Her eyes close, and she breathes in and out, slowly, feeling her silent power. It is from that power, from the presence that they all keep within them, that their new selves could emerge. The symbols of those selves: their crystals to make their new transformations. Her parents couldn't feel their power, on their own, within themselves. Perhaps, they had forgotten; or perhaps they never knew. They needed her to wake up, so that the power could be revealed before time ran out.
"Hotaru... that body..."
"...Thank you for raising me this far.
...Now it is my turn to guide you three..."
A lightning bolt cracks across the sky, illuminating her for just a moment. From her reflection in the window, empty violet eyes stare back at her. Still empty, the void in that stare still deep, endless. She likes them that way. She adores the darkness, the night sky, the feeling of...
"Desolation."
A shiver runs through her. How beautiful, the suffering at the moment of destruction, and now, this life...
"I am human. A Japanese girl, living in Tokyo," she whispers to the glass. Into empty violet eyes that look dimly back; into her image reflected against the night sky.
After six months of accelerated growth, her parents judged her to be a bright child of maybe three or four years of development.
"Wake up."
That evening, she was just finishing the last book in the house that she was yet to be read.
"Yeats."
It was a collection of poetry. But it was time for bed. As she shelved the collection, the rain started. A steady nighttime storm, like this one, beating a constant rhythm against the house, like this one. The hallways seemed, at that stage of growth, empty and very big. The floor was bare, so her feet made slight slapping sounds as she hurried to her room to change out of her clothes and grab a towel.
A lightning bolt cracked across the sky.
And there, reflected in the window opposite herself, was not her own reflection as the room grew bright. There, stood a girl.
"Do not be afraid," the girl said, clad in a white leotard and a purple skirt. She had gloves of white, laced boots of violet; the simple tiara on her forehead held a simple white jewel in the center. She wore earrings like a ringed planet dangling from her earlobes.
"...Who are you?" Hotaru asked. Afraid, though on the other hand, comforted by the girl's presence. The girl was taller than she, obviously a few years older than her, and for all other features, was Hotaru's identical twin. She looked just like an older version, what Hotaru could grow to be. Hotaru walked into the room, warily.
Though a reflection, the girl stood outside in the rain, it seemed to her. The rain poured, and the girl showed no signs of being soaked. She pressed her white-gloved fingers, long and graceful, to the pane of the glass. Hotaru approached the reflection warily. And then her own small fingers stretched out to touch the girl's, only the windowpane separating them. The taller girl had gazed down at her, quite knowingly. The gaze would have been almost loving - if not for the desolate void it held, like her own but... less of this world.
"I am the sleeping 'you'... inside of you."
"The sleeping... me?"
The girl said slowly, in a tone simultaneously soothing and desolate.
"It is time. Again, you are needed."
The silence between them held a moment. Then, she simply uttered,
"Wake up."
Hotaru's reflection matched that of the girl. Her gaze stared level into the other's. Their hands were of equal size, and their fingers equally long. Hotaru's once-fitting clothes stretched at their seams, to accommodate the change of her body. The girl's image blurred, faded, became this Hotaru's own reflection. The sleeping Saturn, and the waking Hotaru, were one and the same.
Ever since that night, she has never stopped to think, to address the new thoughts from her new self. At the time, there was no time to. But now, she looked at herself, she looked out at the nighttime before her, turbulent, dark, and muting the rest of the world. Her questions which had never been addressed had, finally, risen to be considered.
A crack of thunder breaks the silence. It booms and rumbles in the sky for what seems to her a long time.
"What do I wake up to, now?" she murmurs. Her voice is small and alone in the room. "What is my purpose in the universe now? If not to destroy, then to bring life, to protect it. But..."
It doesn't feel right.
"...That was not why I was born... originally. ...Or..."
she falters,
"Originally...?.."
Countless lives, lived and lost. Countless times she awakened and decimated their home system. Most times somewhere new, completely different. But the beginning, the Genesis, is too far back even for her to remember.
"When did I start doing this?" The rain beats against the window, growing steady again. "Who did I serve..."
The rain begins to taper off. And she yawns. A human child, a little girl, in Tokyo, Japan. She resolves to bring it up in the morning to someone who would know. And then she leaves the window, and climbs into bed, and closes her eyes.
Small white fingers trace a path down the cold, clear glass. Darkness outside. Raindrops pelt the window in the middle of the night, and Hotaru Tomoe is watching.
She watches the night outside her window. It deepens, spreads and covers the grounds. And Hotaru is thinking. It's not only herself she thinks about. It's her friends, her family, and her planet.
I am a human. A Japanese girl, living in Tokyo.
Is she? They all appear human. They all act human. Her parents, Chibiusa, the inner senshi. But how true is that? The others do all seem to yearn for it so much. An existence like the people around them. An existence filled with small concerns, and simple problems. She seems human.
"Attracted by the very thing that brought us to this Solar System... so very long ago..."
Her left hand strays to her chest, to her heart, pressing flat onto her chest, onto her nightrobe.
She feels a passion there, a presence. It is her... her true self. Her eyes close, and she breathes in and out, slowly, feeling her silent power. It is from that power, from the presence that they all keep within them, that their new selves could emerge. The symbols of those selves: their crystals to make their new transformations. Her parents couldn't feel their power, on their own, within themselves. Perhaps, they had forgotten; or perhaps they never knew. They needed her to wake up, so that the power could be revealed before time ran out.
"Hotaru... that body..."
"...Thank you for raising me this far.
...Now it is my turn to guide you three..."
A lightning bolt cracks across the sky, illuminating her for just a moment. From her reflection in the window, empty violet eyes stare back at her. Still empty, the void in that stare still deep, endless. She likes them that way. She adores the darkness, the night sky, the feeling of...
"Desolation."
A shiver runs through her. How beautiful, the suffering at the moment of destruction, and now, this life...
"I am human. A Japanese girl, living in Tokyo," she whispers to the glass. Into empty violet eyes that look dimly back; into her image reflected against the night sky.
After six months of accelerated growth, her parents judged her to be a bright child of maybe three or four years of development.
"Wake up."
That evening, she was just finishing the last book in the house that she was yet to be read.
"Yeats."
It was a collection of poetry. But it was time for bed. As she shelved the collection, the rain started. A steady nighttime storm, like this one, beating a constant rhythm against the house, like this one. The hallways seemed, at that stage of growth, empty and very big. The floor was bare, so her feet made slight slapping sounds as she hurried to her room to change out of her clothes and grab a towel.
A lightning bolt cracked across the sky.
And there, reflected in the window opposite herself, was not her own reflection as the room grew bright. There, stood a girl.
"Do not be afraid," the girl said, clad in a white leotard and a purple skirt. She had gloves of white, laced boots of violet; the simple tiara on her forehead held a simple white jewel in the center. She wore earrings like a ringed planet dangling from her earlobes.
"...Who are you?" Hotaru asked. Afraid, though on the other hand, comforted by the girl's presence. The girl was taller than she, obviously a few years older than her, and for all other features, was Hotaru's identical twin. She looked just like an older version, what Hotaru could grow to be. Hotaru walked into the room, warily.
Though a reflection, the girl stood outside in the rain, it seemed to her. The rain poured, and the girl showed no signs of being soaked. She pressed her white-gloved fingers, long and graceful, to the pane of the glass. Hotaru approached the reflection warily. And then her own small fingers stretched out to touch the girl's, only the windowpane separating them. The taller girl had gazed down at her, quite knowingly. The gaze would have been almost loving - if not for the desolate void it held, like her own but... less of this world.
"I am the sleeping 'you'... inside of you."
"The sleeping... me?"
The girl said slowly, in a tone simultaneously soothing and desolate.
"It is time. Again, you are needed."
The silence between them held a moment. Then, she simply uttered,
"Wake up."
Hotaru's reflection matched that of the girl. Her gaze stared level into the other's. Their hands were of equal size, and their fingers equally long. Hotaru's once-fitting clothes stretched at their seams, to accommodate the change of her body. The girl's image blurred, faded, became this Hotaru's own reflection. The sleeping Saturn, and the waking Hotaru, were one and the same.
Ever since that night, she has never stopped to think, to address the new thoughts from her new self. At the time, there was no time to. But now, she looked at herself, she looked out at the nighttime before her, turbulent, dark, and muting the rest of the world. Her questions which had never been addressed had, finally, risen to be considered.
A crack of thunder breaks the silence. It booms and rumbles in the sky for what seems to her a long time.
"What do I wake up to, now?" she murmurs. Her voice is small and alone in the room. "What is my purpose in the universe now? If not to destroy, then to bring life, to protect it. But..."
It doesn't feel right.
"...That was not why I was born... originally. ...Or..."
she falters,
"Originally...?.."
Countless lives, lived and lost. Countless times she awakened and decimated their home system. Most times somewhere new, completely different. But the beginning, the Genesis, is too far back even for her to remember.
"When did I start doing this?" The rain beats against the window, growing steady again. "Who did I serve..."
The rain begins to taper off. And she yawns. A human child, a little girl, in Tokyo, Japan. She resolves to bring it up in the morning to someone who would know. And then she leaves the window, and climbs into bed, and closes her eyes.