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purplekitteSomehow Road to Dreams joke fic and trying to write Rin from season 4 arc d back story got mixed together and I'm not remotely happy with the result. There will be a season 4 romantic subplot about Setsuna, I just have yet to figure out anything about it. Darn you Rin and your resisting being written parents' back plot.
Title: Lost Boy
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purplekitte
Theme: Outer senshi--Keeping secrets
Genre: Angst
Version: Anime
Rating: PG
This was a sensible place to leave me after I collapsed. And since when do I know sensible people, Sailor Pluto thought before throwing up again. No, Meioh Setsuna, her magic had finally compensated for her weakness by detransforming her.
“Ma’am, you’re awake?” asked a nurse. “We haven’t isolated the source of your illness yet but you haven’t been hemorrhaging.”
That would explain why she was in the maternity ward. Two women visibly pregnant women bent together in close discussion, one with buns on her long ponytails and the other dressed like a gangster, placed the time as Tokyo, within months of becoming Crystal Tokyo.
“If I could just get more of your blood so we can run the next round of tests…”
Setsuna acquiesced though she knew if they hadn’t found anything they weren’t going to; it was magical. She reached out her most sensitive magical senses into her body, threw up, and tried again. She found her magic and only her own magic.
Her grandmother, the Sailor Pluto before her, had of course taught her that Senshi often had a hard time when pregnant with boys, or “mere males” as she had probably worded it. Worse even was a boy lacking in substantial natural magic of his own, which she could hardly sense from this one. A son with magic could protect himself from her Senshi powers’ rejection of a male but her body was twisting itself around instinctively trying to keep her own magic away.
I can lock my magic down completely, now that I know consciously what is wrong, she decided. I won’t be able to go back to the future for months but I can manipulate time to arrive within hours or minutes of being left here by their personal clocks. But no magic until he is born. I’ll have to sit through the Ice Millennium on the slow path until the Neo-Queen wakes me up like everyone else this time around. The last time she’d had to sit through the Ice Millennium had been dreadfully dull so she would not mind it passing in the blink of an eye.
What should I do with him, my son? Back home we’re fighting a war against Chaos; I can’t have a babe in arms. It suddenly occurred to her, I could raise him here, for a few years until he can look out for himself to some degree. But when will that be? He’ll never have more than rudimentary magic, genetic likelihood of being a super ninja relatively low, he’ll always be in danger there being my son and won’t be able to do anything about it.
I could put him up for adoption. I could raise him here. Not exactly here; in this time period I’m helping raise Hotaru. But later, after Hotaru’s grown up in a few decades. I know she’ll eventually marry and have a daughter. My son and her daughter could grow up together, like cousins. The thought appealed strongly to the princess who had been an only child without even second-order relatives.
Would it be fair to her son to not know his father or to her beloved to not know his son? No, but the life she lived saving the universe always seemed to destroy or break the heart of anyone it touched. Selfishly, she wanted a son who could have a normal life, like she’d once dreamed of having with Hotaru and Haruka and Michiru.
If he hasn’t gone back in time yet, impersonated his father, and tried to kill us, really this is one of my better plans.
She stopped herself as her mind drifted to thinking of names as her magical centers closed one by one and the vomiting and wracking pains subsided, decreasing the chances of a miscarriage from certain to not.
Wait till he’s born. I’m still not entirely sure that will happen yet.
Title: Lost Boy
Author:
purplekitteTheme: Outer senshi--Keeping secrets
Genre: Angst
Version: Anime
Rating: PG
This was a sensible place to leave me after I collapsed. And since when do I know sensible people, Sailor Pluto thought before throwing up again. No, Meioh Setsuna, her magic had finally compensated for her weakness by detransforming her.
“Ma’am, you’re awake?” asked a nurse. “We haven’t isolated the source of your illness yet but you haven’t been hemorrhaging.”
That would explain why she was in the maternity ward. Two women visibly pregnant women bent together in close discussion, one with buns on her long ponytails and the other dressed like a gangster, placed the time as Tokyo, within months of becoming Crystal Tokyo.
“If I could just get more of your blood so we can run the next round of tests…”
Setsuna acquiesced though she knew if they hadn’t found anything they weren’t going to; it was magical. She reached out her most sensitive magical senses into her body, threw up, and tried again. She found her magic and only her own magic.
Her grandmother, the Sailor Pluto before her, had of course taught her that Senshi often had a hard time when pregnant with boys, or “mere males” as she had probably worded it. Worse even was a boy lacking in substantial natural magic of his own, which she could hardly sense from this one. A son with magic could protect himself from her Senshi powers’ rejection of a male but her body was twisting itself around instinctively trying to keep her own magic away.
I can lock my magic down completely, now that I know consciously what is wrong, she decided. I won’t be able to go back to the future for months but I can manipulate time to arrive within hours or minutes of being left here by their personal clocks. But no magic until he is born. I’ll have to sit through the Ice Millennium on the slow path until the Neo-Queen wakes me up like everyone else this time around. The last time she’d had to sit through the Ice Millennium had been dreadfully dull so she would not mind it passing in the blink of an eye.
What should I do with him, my son? Back home we’re fighting a war against Chaos; I can’t have a babe in arms. It suddenly occurred to her, I could raise him here, for a few years until he can look out for himself to some degree. But when will that be? He’ll never have more than rudimentary magic, genetic likelihood of being a super ninja relatively low, he’ll always be in danger there being my son and won’t be able to do anything about it.
I could put him up for adoption. I could raise him here. Not exactly here; in this time period I’m helping raise Hotaru. But later, after Hotaru’s grown up in a few decades. I know she’ll eventually marry and have a daughter. My son and her daughter could grow up together, like cousins. The thought appealed strongly to the princess who had been an only child without even second-order relatives.
Would it be fair to her son to not know his father or to her beloved to not know his son? No, but the life she lived saving the universe always seemed to destroy or break the heart of anyone it touched. Selfishly, she wanted a son who could have a normal life, like she’d once dreamed of having with Hotaru and Haruka and Michiru.
If he hasn’t gone back in time yet, impersonated his father, and tried to kill us, really this is one of my better plans.
She stopped herself as her mind drifted to thinking of names as her magical centers closed one by one and the vomiting and wracking pains subsided, decreasing the chances of a miscarriage from certain to not.
Wait till he’s born. I’m still not entirely sure that will happen yet.
