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    "Obaasan, what does my dream mean?" the young man asked the old Japanese lady who was making him his lunch.
    "I don't know Tony-chan," she lied.  She knew exactly what his dream meant, and it meant trouble.  *Better to not let him know of it.*
    "I think it's just a consequence of your power surges this month."  She smiled at him.  "Don't worry about it.  You're going to be late for school."  She handed him a bag.  "Remember to come straight home after school.  I need you to work in the shop a bit while I check some inventory."

    Hermes calmly walked up to the white-haired leader of the Olympians.  "Sir, I have found a knight."  He looked over some notes he took.  "Sir, it seems as if this "knight" is some sort of an athlete."
    A tall, dark haired, muscular man spoke.  "Athletics, sir," he said in a deep, almost butch like, voice, "are just a legalized form of war.  Every person has their "chosen warriors", and their moods rise and fall with the exploits of their band of warriors."
    "Oh," Zeus said, turning to the man.  "Does this mean you're taking this mission, Ares?"
    "Yes, I am."

    "Nice job, Misa."  Joe looked at the test she handed him, shaking his head in disbelief.  "You almost passed this one.  Maybe next time, you can get ABOVE a sixty?"
    Misae shrugged good naturedly..  "Hey, at least I tried."
    "You need a break from studying," Joe said, nervously looking at the ground.  "I know of this coffee shop over off Main called "The Imperial Garden".  They got really good hot chocolate there, I hear.  Do you want to stop?"
    Misae shook her head and smiled shyly.  She had heard that the young man had a crush on her, but blew it off to the fact that he told her that he didn't have many friends.  "I guess so...it's either that or eat Mike's leftovers."
    So they walked to the small coffee shop.  It was small, but it was brightly lit, with plants and flowers all over, along with a lot of Japanese memorabilia.  There were various small white tables dotted around the floor.  Some were situated near a book shelf.  Some were by a door leading to another part of the store.  And some were by a small counter where there was coffee making equipment.  Sitting at one of the white tables by the cappuccino equipment was a half way decent looking guy about Misae's age with spiked brown hair with reddish tips.  He was playing with a deck of cards and talking to a girl about Misae's age.
    "Who's he?" Misae asked.
    "I think he's the owner's grandson," Joe said.  "From what I hear, he's a really good tarot reader."
    "Yah...great," Misae said sarcastically.  "It's a coffee shop for Satanists."
    "Actually," the guy said, looking up from his reading and scanning Misae with his dark purple eyes, "Using Tarot cards has nothing to do with communicating with Satan or the occult.  It is used to communicate with spirits and clarify things going on in your life.  Anything the cards say is not set in stone.  They're not dark and mysterious...they are tools to self discovery."
    "What Hallmark card did  you get that from?" she mumbled.
    The girl he was giving the reading to left.  He offered Misae a seat.  "Want one?"
    Misae looked at Joe.  He nudged her to the chair.  Reluctantly, she sat down.
    "Shuffle the cards until you feel comfortable," he said.
    *He really doesn't want me to give these back to him, does he?* she thought.
    After shuffling the cards a few times, she handed them back to the guy.  He laid down one card.
    "From what it seems, you're very powerful."  He pointed to the card.  "This is the Magician card.  This card represents being energetic, having the ability to do sort of miraculous things, and being able to protect yourself.  Also, you are not afraid to act and are not afraid of the consequences."
    Misae laughed.  "Lucky guess."
    He tilted his head a little.  "From what I can see of your aura, it's a brilliant yellow gold color, and it's like you have all sorts of energy waves coming from you.  You're a little hell raiser, aren't you?"
    *Wait a minute...yellow gold's one of my fuku colors...and I control wave energy...what the hell is going on here?*
    He laid down another card.  "This one's the Sun.  From what I can tell from it, it signifies you're a Leo.  The Magician card would back that up, too."
    Another card.  "This is the Empress.  It seems, from what I can tell, you were a princess or queen in a former life, and you're now meeting up with your protectors.."
    "This is too fucking weird."  Misae stood up.  She grabbed a butter knife from a nearby table and pointed it at the kid's throat.  "Who are you, and who the fuck are you working for?"
    "What the hell are you talking about?" he asked, looking at her with his intense dark purple eyes.
    "Oh, you know alright...you KNOW."  Misae's emerald green eyes flamed with anger.  Joe ripped her away from the fortune telling teenager.  "Leave me alone, you fucknuts!" Fire shot from her emerald green eyes as she pushed him away easily.  "This guy's gonna kill me!"  She turned back around and pointed the dull butter knife at the young man's heart.
    "What's a fucknuts?" Joe said to himself.
    An older lady slowly crawled into the room.  "Tony-chan, what is going on?"
    There was a quick reshuffling of stuff so nothing looked out of the ordinary.  "Uh, nothing obaasan," Tony replied.  "I, uh, was just getting ready to go to practice!  Yeah, that's it!  Bye obaasan!"
    The young man with the red tipped hair ran to a room in the back of the store, grabbed a dark red and purple equipment bag, and ran out of the shop.
    The old lady looked at Misae and Joe and smiled.  "I sorry if Tony-chan scared you, Ma'am and sir," she said in a heavily Japanese accented voice.  "It's about time for his bi-annual power increase, and he's not usually aware of when he powers up."

    Ares, disguising himself as a black lab outside of The Imperial Garden, saw the young teenager flee from the store.
    *This is going to be easier than I thought,* he said to himself, flinging the black earring that Hermes had given him over his shoulder.  Then, he followed the young man to the nearest lacrosse rink.  Ares then spied an old man walking into the rink.  An evil smile crossed Ares' face as he slithered behind the old man, tapping him on the shoulder.
    "Have a nice nap," Ares said, taping the old man on the chest, knocking him out cold.  He then coughed and transformed into the old man and continued into the arena.
    *From the files Hermes scraped up, the knight of fire wants one thing: power.*  He smiled evilly.  *I'll offer him so damned much power he would have to be super human to refuse my offer...*

    "Has anything else weird happened to Tony?" Misae asked.
    The old lady pursued her lips.  "Well, he did confront me with a dream today that he said was prophetic, and wanted to know if I knew what it meant."
    "Really," Misae said, suddenly interested.  "Care to tell me?"
    "Well..."

    He was standing in the meditation room of a castle on a beautiful red planet.  He stared at the fire in front of him and sighed.  He knew he would never be as good as his sister in channeling the powers of the planet of the Flame.  She would ALWAYS be more powerful than he would, and he resented her for it.
    *Besides,* he thought, *our destinies will always be different.  She will always be the guard of the princess of the Moon, protecting the entire system.  Mine will be to protect the princess of the sun, even if I was as powerful as Hisei.  I'll just have to learn how to do my duty as well as I can...*
    "Kasei?"  a woman's voice asked.
    He turned and looked at her.  She had the front sections of her wavy red hair pulled back into two ponytails, and was wearing a more casual version of the form of dress she had to wear as a member of the court of the future Moon queen.
    He smiled.  "Hello, Princess Solaria."
    She laughed.  "Don't be so formal!  Geez, you make me sound like I'm old or something."
    "Anyway, my princess, what's your worry?"
    She sighed and sat in front of the fire.  "It's Draco.  He insists that I have this big ass crush on Merc..Eauclaire, and that I'm going to drop him for Eauclaire."
    He laughed.  It was more than obvious to the rest of the knights of the feelings between the princess and the knight of ice, but if she said that they were just friends, then that was the truth..wasn't it?
    "I was wondering if you had a vision or anything about it?"
    He sighed.  *I knew she was going to ask about that...*
    "I think there's gonna be some more major issues, Princess."  He sighed.  "I'd suggest you enjoy life as it is.  It may not last any longer."
    "Oh..."
    *I'm sorry, Princess.  I don't want you to worry about the Olympians destroying us and taking over Versailles, but they're going to, and sometime in the future, one of their members is going to destroy you.*
    With a sigh, he kissed her forehead...

    Later in the dream, Tony was sitting in front of a sacred fire.  Suddenly, a beautiful woman with long black hair arose from the fire.  She closed her eyes and held out an o-mamori.  The piece of paper glowed, then turned into a sword of fire.  Without a word, the young woman motioned with her head to take the sword.  He did...

    "And that's all he would tell me."  The old woman sipped at her cup of tea.
    Misae cast her eyes over at Joe.  He looked back at her and nodded his head in affirmation.  *Shit,* she thought to herself.
    "I'm sorry, Hioka-sama."  Misae said, standing up and bowing politely.  "You may not understand his dream, but we do.  Or, at least he does."  She motioned to Joe with her head.  "All we know is that there is someone who is after him and could possibly kill him."
    "Let me go with," Hioka said.  "You may need my protection."
    They left the store.  As Joe walked out, he almost stepped on an earring.
    "Hold on," he said, as he picked up the dark black opal stud.  *This looks like that earring Misae had used as a tie tac when I first saw her.  Knowing my luck, it's probably some Claire's knock-off of a real earring.*  With a shrug, he put it in his pocket.

    Tony sighed and leaned against the boards, brushing some sweat off of his forehead.
    "Nice job, Kasei." the coach said.  "I think you've got potential."
    Tony arched his eyebrow and turned at the coach.  "What are you talking about, I've got potential?  I'm only the best player in the state!"
    "This isn't concerning your lacrosse skills."  Within a cloud of smoke, the old man turned into a tall, young, scantily clad, muscular man with dark, foreboding eyes and messy black hair.  "I know what you want."
    "Oh, really?" Tony replied.
    "Yes.  You want power.
    "You've always been jealous of people with more power.  Your mother; a reverend who seemed to be able to talk to God at will.  Your grandmother; a spirited old woman who guided your psychic abilities that got you shunned out of your house.  And, even in your past life, you were jealous of your sister.
    "I know how you feel.  Everyone where I am hates me because I am the strongest and most powerful one.  Join me, and you will have unlimited power.  You will be the most powerful person in the world, and nothing will be out of your reach..."

    "Thank god that Oakdale High's lacrosse team practices in the same place that Oakdale Academy does," Misae said to herself.
    She was leading Hioka to the entrance way while Joe tried finding a good place to transform.  She frowned bitterly as she remembered him saying something about transforming.  *Oooh, if he only knew how jealous I was of him being able to transform,* she thought.
    "You stay here, please, Hioka-san."  Misae pointed at the doorway before the entranceway from the locker room to the field.  "This could be dangerous."
    Hioka nodded her head silently in disagreement.  "You will need my help.  I have foreseen this."
    *Oooookay.* Misae thought.  She walked out onto the field with the old japanese lady behind her, where they saw the tall warrior of the Olympians talking Tony into joining him.
    "Care to join me?" Ares asked.
    "Tony-chan, don't believe him," Hioka said.  "He is evil."
    Ares turned and looked at the two women.
    "Oh shut up you old hag," he said, summoning an invisible blast of energy and using it to slam the old woman into the boards.
    "Obaasan!" Tony yelled.  He started to run towards the woman, but was suddenly held down by a pair of iron shackles.  Meanwhile, Misae ran over to the old woman and looked at her.  A mix of blood and a clear liquid was seeping out of her nose.  *Holy fuck..this can not be a good sign,* she thought.
    "Join me," Ares said, "or the old hag's as good as dead."
    Tony stared at the muscular man with his dark purple eyes.  "Noone messes with my family."  Thrusting his right hand in the air, he yelled out, "MARS KNIGHT POWER, TRANSFORM!"
    The bracelet on his right arm grew large enough to encircle him and fell to his feet, doing so.  The beads grew large and flamed.  Suddenly, the ring of fire grew up, turning the clothes he had been wearing a uniform similar to the one MercuryKnight wore, but his was red with dark purple accents.  He took the sword out of the sheath by his left hip and pointed it at Ares' neck.
    "True power is only useful if the one using it is not corrupted," he said.  "Protector of the planet of the flame, I am MarsKnight!  In the name of my planet, I will eliminate you."
    "Wow," MercuryKnight said, jumping onto the field, "Impressive."
    "Not nearly as impressive as this.  FLAMING FURY!" The red crystal bladed sword in his hand started on fire, and he swung at Ares, slicing his head off with the torch.
    *That's gotta hurt,* Misae thought.
    Shaking his head arrogantly, MarsKnight put his sword back in it's sheath and ran over to the red headed girl and his grandmother.  Mercury Knight followed.
    "How's she doing, Misae?" he asked.
    "I don't know," Misae said.  "I don't think that what's going on is a good sign."
    Suddenly, the fluid that had flowed out of her nose flowed back in, and the old lady opened her eyes.  "T-tony?" she asked.
    "Ye.."  Tony looked at Misae and the young man dressed in ice blues kneeling next to her.  They both shook their heads in disagreement.  "Yes, I am a friend of his."
    "Is he all right?" she asked.
    "Yes, he is."  MarsKnight sighed.  "I just think he went through a big change."

    "Damnit!" Zeus slammed his hand down on his desk.  "Ares was my best warrior.  Now how else am I going to force the knights into joining me?"
    "Maybe I can help." a mysterious voice said.
    Zeus turned and looked at his doorway.  "Yes," he said with an evil smile.  "Yes you could.  Especially considering that I've heard of an awakening soon of someone you cared about."

    Interested in reading chapter three?  Then go ahead, do it.
    Don't wanna?  Then go back home.

Teeny Weeny Disclaimer: All Sailormoon characters are © Naoko Takeuchi, Kodansha, Toei, and whoever owns the rights in the United States.  I originally got the
idea for creating knights from my mind and a bit from JupiterKnight's Fanfic, Sailormoon K.  However, these versions of the Knights are created by me.  I don't have any money, so I can't copyright them or anything.  Any similarity to any existing Knight character is purely coincidental.  Make any comments or flames to sailorsolaris@mail.com.  Hey, I'm covering my butt so I don't get sued here, okay?  And remember, if you steal them, I will send the scary clown faced man after you!