Chaos Finale: Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon Satellites Special
Seed of Destiny
Part One: Fluttering Petal Dancing in the Winds

        Story settings; a foreign figure from across the stars emerges upon the moon from a crimson cocoon of energy. A search for something, a need to survive, and a chance to find out what being one with yourself can do for your spirit and your ability to change fate.

Opening
        Wings of metal thorns break the shell encasing the female figure; apple green eyes glitter as she surveys her surroundings. Deep in a sea of rainbow colored patches of moon flowers, she is in the Mare Serenititas. She has come in search of something yet to be discovered and something worth living for.

        Daniel Enid wandered down the street with agitation. He moved slowly but his expression showcased his inner conflict. The argument of should he or shouldn´t he do what he was thinking going back and forth like a tennis match gone awry.
        He sighed and pulled out his, yet again, ringing phone. "MOM! I told you I´ll be stopping by soon. Can´t you let me go?" He complained. She must´ve said something to further agitate him as his eyebrows knitted.
        Daniel was a tall, skinny man with little muscle save for the brain that was constantly thinking. Working as an intern at an newspaper company, a well-paid journalist, he was already being commissioned to write his very first book. But he had yet to pick a topic and the deadline for the decision was drawing ever closer.
        He wore his black hair short and spiky, with square rimmed glasses perched constantly at the tip of his nose. He didn´t look like a geek completely though his soft brown eyes added a femininity to him that he wished didn´t happen. He was nearly a quarter of a century in age but often felt far older than that. His mother often brought him back down to at least toddler age.
        She continued to rave in his ear like a mini inner voice and soon became distracted by a young woman across the street from him, moving languidly. What captured him eluded him but he noticed instantly that she wore no shoes.
        A petite woman with little mass, she was a slender figure eight shape of a woman. With soft brown hair cupped around her head in a gentle bob, two tendrils, almost like antennas, trailed down the outer sides of her eyes to reach longer than the rest of the hair, ending at the collar bone. Her apple green eyes moved consistently, as if searching out something. The color of her eyes were drawn out by the lilac eye shadow.
        Daniel was so distracted by the loud tha-thump of his heart that it took two very loud honks to get him to realize he just walked in the middle of the street.
        And as he saw double beams of light flashing into his mind, he could still hear his mother screaming in his ear.
        It took a moment for him to return back to earth. He was laying on his back, looking up at a clear blue sky. A sweet scent surrounded him, something he couldn´t quite define. He wondered if he was dead or just lucky.
        Sitting up and feeling his head spin in reaction, he fell back. Apple green eyes peered down at him with a expressionless gaze. Turns out, he was pretty lucky.
        "Are you all right?" She even had a sweet voice to go with the sweet look. He smiled lopsidedly, trying to look charming while fighting the urge to empty the contents of his stomach.
        "I is all righty-dity..." His foolish smile wiped from his face as he grimaced.
        "You were pulled away in time but you kind of fell on your head anyways."
        "I noticed," he muttered. He attempted a second time to sit up and the world didn´t completely spin on him. His stomach finished it for him as he turned away from her and heaved.
        So far, he was doing a great job of showing what a loser he was. He tried valiantly to fight the tears of grief.
        He felt something silky touch his lips. She was gently cleaning him, looking thoughtfully as her gaze moved toward his eyes, locking together. And his heart once more skipped a beat.
        "Do you believe in love at first sight?" He asked with a sigh, leaning closer.
        "Love?" She blinked, looking momentarily lost. "Oh.. I wouldn´t know. I don´t know what love is."
        His smile slipped. "Oh.." ‘There goes a great line´ he thought darkly.
        "Are you feeling better?" She asked him then.
        "Yes.. yea.." He sat up and noted that the small mass of people had since dispersed, even quicker once he had thrown up. He sidestepped his mess, his face flaming. At least he didn´t get it on his clothes.
        "You should not have done that," she told him sternly. "It wasn´t very smart to walk in traffic. Life is precious."
        "I was distracted," He admitted.
        She blinked. "If you are all right, I bid you...."
        "Wait! Ah.. I know this is completely and utterly random, especially from a complete stranger but would you...gooutwithme?" He finished in a rush, looking hopeful.
        She was aware of the hopeful look but she seemed puzzled by something else he said. "A.. date?" She asked, as if for an explanation.
        "Yea," His hand swept to the back of his head, looking sheepishly at her.
        "I don´t have anything fancy to wear.. and I don´t really eat much..."
        "Oh.. I see.." he couldn´t hide the disappointment in his voice.
        "But do you like gardens?" The question surprised him.
        "Yea, sure."
        "Shall we go to the Sea of Serenity Botanical Garden? It has a beautiful view of the ancient ruins of a lost civilization."
        "The Silver Millennium?" Daniel shrugged. He´d seen it all before but he´d do anything to go out with this woman. Which reminded him of something he should do.
        "My name is Daniel Enid," He offered a hand.
        She studied it before carefully grasping it. "I am... Firenze Calantha."
        He wanted to melt at the soft skin grasped in his own warmth. He grinned foolishly again. "So how about this Sunday, in the afternoon say two-ish?"
        "I would love to," She smiled charmingly as he eagerly pumped her hand. She watched him leave, doing a skip and gleeful croak. Her eyes clouded momentarily as she looked up at the gathering clouds. She looked around at the stone buildings before turning toward an darken alley to move silently.
        Her hand brushed against the pocket of the jean shorts she wore, pulling out a chain of red beads. Her fingers coasted over them repeatedly as she began to watch the shadows before exiting the alley to a dirt path. She passed by an beaten up excuse of a house and paused, seeing the clothes line still fluttering. She knew she should pay back for taking but at the moment, she could no more than get what she needed.
        She continued onward, toward the garden center. There was an older entrance, long since decapitated and foliage overgrown over the six foot sign to effectively hide it from sight. She moved in easily, as if melting into the foliage itself to pull out on the other side, unscathed.
        Her fingers constantly rubbing the chain, she kept her eyes on the clouds. She found the area she was seeking. A dusty brown cocoon was nestled in the ground and standing upward stiffly, slit open. She knew that if couldn´t be pushed down nor destroyed on its own. It could take months for it to completely disintegrate.
        She glided her fingers over, barely registering the slight pressure of touch. She felt her other hand tighten on the chain before studying the clouds. Rain would be good, she knew that. She positioned herself inside the cocoon and became aware of a sound. A thump, followed by another. She was lulled to sleep by the sounds of her beating heart that soon was joined in a duet with the falling rain.
        And she dreamt of brown eyes peeking out coyly, a smile dancing on lips, and the rhythm of a gentle song of two hearts beating in sync. Even if she did not understand love at first sight, there was something more to this male. And thoughts would drift in conflict around her.
        Should she listen to her logic and continue her search or should she listen to her heart and try to believe in such a thing as love?

        Daniel fiddled with the corsage, having just exited the gift shop with the golden yellow daffodil. It was nearly two, a beautiful Sunday, and he was dressed casually but with coifed hair and shiny glasses. He had to keep his hands busy in order to not clean the glasses yet again.
        He turned as his eyes caught a moving shadow. And the elderly man inched by as the look of disappointment covered Daniel´s face. He pushed his glasses up before jumping a mile in the air when someone behind him tapped his shoulder.
        "I´m sorry!" Firenze looked momentarily conflicted before flashing a shy smile. "We are ready for our date?"
        He smiled charmingly but in the back of his mind, he wondered why she was wearing the same thing and still had no shoes on. "So, what´s with the no-shoes policy?" He asked and bit his tongue promptly at the use of a cool tone.
        "I like to be closer to the soil," she answered with a beaming smile. "I feel much more alive that way."
        "That´s nice.. Ah, here, I got this for you."
        Her eyes clouded over at the offered flower. "It´s been picked," she looked up with a sad glance.
        "Oh.. I thought you, um, might want to..." He flustered around, trying to say something that wouldn´t make the tears spill.
        "For me to wear?" She asked him then, her eyes clearing up. She resumed her bright smile as she placed the corsage in her hair.
        He grinned. "So, where to look for first?"
        "Oh! Let´s go to the nursery! The babies are growing so beautifully!" She gushed, grasping a hand and pulling him with her. Each step was a bounce as she giggled and moved with the air.
        They moved in the closed dome, where scientists were growing rare and exotic flowers from across the worlds. It was a sight-only though Firenze expressed her desire to stroke one, to feel its life blossom.
        She was unusual for him, though he didn´t exactly have much experience in this department. He had been so busy with his own career and life that he never bothered to be social. He felt a kinship with this free spirit, one that he wanted to get to know well. Daniel always assumed that he would be with others like him, thinkers who wrote down their thoughts, keeping organized. This woman seemed like the opposite.
        She was very contractual, grasping him in her sweeps of emotions of up and downs. She was expressive, sweet, and he once more noted that she seemed to have a perfumed smell but when he asked, she blinked at him.
        "Oh, no. This is how I always smell. Do you like it?" She offered a slender wrist.
        His face turned red. "Oh... yes. It´s a very nice scent."
        "It´s of a Zinnia flower," she smiled. "It´s my birth flower."
        Before she pulled away, his eyes caught the downward eyes. "I don´t know mine," he quipped weakly.
        She blinked. "You probably don´t have one. The only places to have a birth flower seem to be places like this."
        She waved her hand airily. "Closed off from the world of yours, they live in solitude to only be visited. Why do they not live together with you as one?"
        He stared at her. "Because we don´t do things like that. We live with our family."
        "What is ‘your´ family?" She asked then, curiously.
        "Don´t you have family?" He asked her with a suspicious look.
        "My...family? I have no one but these," She offered the red beaded chain.
        "And those are..."
        "Zinnia seeds. I can plant them and.." She stopped suddenly. "Oh... but that is a terrible thing. I am sorry, I am new at this." She peeked up at him with a shy look.
        "It´s all right," He wrapped an arm carefully around her shoulders. He blinked at the thinness of her body but the warmth was comforting. "Shall we continue?"
        As dusk began to grow, spreading across the skies to create a sea of rainbow colors, captured by the falling sun.
        "This was fun! We should come back here next Sunday!" Firenze said cheerfully. She beamed at him.
        He blinked. "Well, why not we try a movie? Or no, wait, the barbeque picnic," he snapped his finger with a grin. ‘Finally, I´ll have a date to show off.´ "It will be great! I can pick.."
        "Oh, no!" She grasped his shoulder in a sudden surge. "Just... tell me where to go. I do not want to be picked up, please." She stressed the last word with wide eyes.
        "Sure.." He wrote down the area on a napkin, handing it to her. She smiled and touched his hand with a warm smile.
        "Thank you. I have never shared a day with someone like this. It was... eye opening."
        He smiled, feeling a little silly. "I wrote down the day and time too."
        "I´ll look for you then," she nodded to him and waited. After a few starts, he got the idea and turned to leave.
        She stopped an older woman, covered in layers. "Ma´am, what does this say?" She asked politely.
        "What, can´t read the English language?" The woman coughed and shook her head. "A shame, really. It says 402 Arbor Street, one pm to five pm."
        "Thank you," she nodded to her as she turned to leave. She once more found the old entrance, melting in the foliage as the sun disappeared from sight.
        In the darkening skies, shadows danced from cloud to cloud. Wisps of nothingness, eyes of red, and distorted proportions fluttering in the wind.
        And as she fell asleep in the throbbing cocoon, from a distance echoed dull screams and then utter silence.
        And as she dreamt, she saw blonde locks fluttering in the wind, apple green eyes filled with tears, and a strange crystal hued in green beating in sync with her own beating heart.
        ‘Thread of Destiny, tied thinly, its strength is of from within. I am that strength..´ Words filled her dreams as tears spilled. The cocoon dulled in color, becoming ashen gray brown.