A Moon Never Clasped

Chapter 3: Never Forgotten

Just after the scouts left the dead youma's body...

The wind whispered the untold stories of those who were left and forgotten as the world continued to keep on going, leaving behind those dead and gone. A gust blew down on the senshi as they left the crisped body of the monster. Its ashes were picked up and carried away on the wind like feathers on water.

A figure in the distance stood in the shadows watching the body get picked away a twisted smile made its way to their lips as the body slowly twitched, but that was the only movement that would be seen for hours.

"Interesting creature..." Was all that was muttered from the hidden figure. In an instance they were gone and all that remained was the unmoving body of the Youma.

Of course, leaving a charred body out in the middle of the road for all the public eye to see isn't the smartest move to be made by the scouts but it was by far the best. Though it would not be long till the body was found.

Three hours later...

Just after Rei had the visions...

"Mother! Mother! Look at me! Look at me" Laughter was filled in the still night as the wind softly whispered against the concrete city. A small child, no more than the age of five, was running down the empty road as the mother walked quietly behind, hindered by the weight of the backpack and groceries that she held in her hand.

Stopping momentarily to catch her breath, she stood and watched her child leap up and kick the air, imitating a Karate move that the child perhaps saw on the Television set. A smile graced the young woman's lips as her child looked at her for approval.

"You're getting better, I can tell. Do be careful, dear." She gently scolded as she hitched the backpack up onto her shoulder and traded the weight of the groceries into the other hand before she got walking once more.

At some point in time, children ignore the warning of the parent before doing just exactly what they asked you NOT to do. That is how children learn to listen and heed the warning of the parent, as not to make the same mistake again. This particular child did just that, as he nodded to his mother before running off down into the darkness of the night.

Breathing out into short puffs, the small frame moved up and down from the panting of exerting so much energy at such a fast rate. Then after a moments rest, panic began to set in like a rock resting in your stomach as your face grew red with fear. The young child spun in a complete circle hoping to see a slight glimmer of his mother's figure.

Like a moan, a soft wisp of air came croaking out from within the shadows. The boy jumped, startled by the odd sound. His eyes widened in fear as his right hand clenched into a tight fist around his giant, over bearing, hand-me-down shirt.

The air shifted in sudden movement as a low laugh made its way of the darkness, towards the young child that stood venerable on the dark road.

Some-ways down the street, the mother began to get frantic when her child disappeared from sight. She picked up her speed and jogged as fast as she could towards the direction the boy ran off in.

Soon, though after making no success in finding her boy, she began to call his name. No small voice called back in return. After taking some steps in the completely pitch black road, she caught sight of a small shadow. With a smile of relief, she hurried towards her son, but catching sight of the current situation, she stopped.

Shock rippled through the air as she dropped her groceries to the ground and the backpack instantly slackened on its hold as her body stood there like as if she was suspended in the air like a marionette puppet. Her lower lip quivered then began to tremble as a small choking gasp escaped her throat.