Title: Araiia's Return -- Part 12
Author: Ausaziko
E-mail: Bijin Bunny@aol.com
Rating: PG-13

Author's Notes: Hey, it's me again. Didja miss me? Of course not. :P Well...
I just got accepted into a beauty pageant... so I'll be real busy... and then
I've got my graduation from 8th grade and all the 8th grade things... with
band competitions... AUGH! Hectic! Any-hoo-hoo-dilly, here goes. Today on
Araiia's Return, we have POV's - just like my beautiful readers (the ones who
e-mailed me) wanted. This time, Denni will be talking.

Disclaimer: You honestly think that if I owned Sailor Moon, I'd be writing a
sad fanfic like this one, trying to promote my writing 'skills'? Uh-uh!! You
know the drill. Not mine.


Denni
     "And so anyways, I heard that our daughters..."
     "If we have any."
     "Speak for yourself. I heard that our daughters are gonna wear tight
pants with *built in heeled boots* instead of skirts," Araiia went on. We all
giggled.
     It's was 3:00 in the morning, and we'd woken up by ourselves. We have
built in alarm clocks, but only because we had morning chores and such back
home. Time's weird on this planet. Back home, we all tell time by decimals.
For example, right now it'd be 3.0, and at 3:30 human time, it'd be 3.5.
     That little remark about "if we have any" came from Najla. She claims
she's going to adopt, but she's knows she can't do that. I mean, if she did,
we'd have no Sailor Soldier from Mars, nor a princess. Which means that when
Najla died, there'd be no royal heir of blood... then Rini would get ownership
of Mars.
     "And Lady Pluto figured they'd all have short hair," I pouted. I love
having long hair. "SO they'd be even more different from us."
     "You know what's wicked cool?" Perja asked. We shook our heads. "When
we're in battle and we all jump down from some building or high place
together and our hair flies behind us."
     "I know! It's like banners from four different countries," Najla agreed,
toying with her dark hair. Najla's hair was different from her mom's. I mean,
everyone expected her to have exactly the same type hair. Me, too. But the
thing is, where Queen Rei had purple highlights, Najla had flaming red ones.
You already know about Rini and the odangos. Of course, Raia's hair was
cerulean blue, but a darker shade than Queen Ami's. And Perja had forest
green hair like Lady Pluto.
     My hair's not orange.
     My mom, Queen Mina, wanted it to be.
     I put an orange streak in it.
     No one likes it.
     "Raia, tell us again why we have stars and you don't?" I asked. It was
crazy how I was Sailor Star Love, Perja was Sailor Star Supreme (because
she's - duh - the strongest after Araiia), and Najla was Sailor Star Flame...
but Raia was just Sailor Cerulea.
     "I'm the oldest and the strongest, so I got the regular name."
     "That makes you an outcast," Perja said.
     "At least my Soldier name doesn't make me sound like a burger, SAILOR
STAR SUPREME!" Araiia teased back.
     "Should we wake them up NOW?" Najla whined. For some weird reason, she
was so anxious to go on this mission.
     "We've got two more hours," I pointed out.
     "I know, but... hey, where's Rini?"
     "In Lita's room."
     Darien peeked his head into the guest room. We all stood and bowed. "Good
morning, your majesty."
     "No, no, no," he said, eyes squinted. His face was all mushed up in that
I-need-coffee expression. Araiia was right - he was adorable when he woke up.
  "Not King yet. Not Crystal Tokyo. What you doing up?" I couldn't help it. I
started giggling like crazy. Najla cracked up just listening to me. Araiia
and Perja took one look at my face and died laughing.
     "Okay, Caveman Darien..."
     "Darien, me thinks maybe you go back sleep now," Perja coughed.
     "Wait!" Araiia had regained her composure before the rest of us, as
usual. "You gotta stay awake. If you go back to sleep you won't be able to
wake up to teleport for the battle."
     "Well... yeah. Okay. Shall we make breakfast, Raia?" Darien winked at her
as best he could with his morning face.
     "Oh, so *now* he's articulate..." Perja commented.
     "I'll do it in about an hour. It'll lure Serena right outta bed," she
answered, smiling and ignoring Perja.
     Darien left. I kicked my feet. "Raia!!"
     "What?"
     "You are so lucky you knew him first!! You didn't even try to kiss him
*once*?" I asked in astonishment.
     Raia stared at me. "How in the hell am I gonna kiss my own King?"
     "I sure wouldn't have any trouble doing it..."
     Raia threw a pillow at me as the doorbell rang.
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