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Tag: Chiharu // January 21st, 2031

It was not often it happened, as most of his time was spent handling things for Saariyah. As she was the one who took up most of his time, he was usually around the other Starlights as well. Only in rare moments was he called upon by others that resided within the Crystal Palace (or within Sea King Towers or otherwise) and it was that reason that Leandro was in his current position.

A position he did not want to be in at all. Not yet, in any case, because any time spent close to Chiharu Watanabe was enough to put him on edge. It was like nails dragging against a chalkboard, a sensation that crawled up his spine and then back down it leaving him feeling as if he were a raw nerve. That feeling had to be shelved, however, and Leandro had to be the professional that he was known to be.

Spectrolite had to stay away. More important: his damn ghost needed to stay away.

Thus the silvering man was the picture of propriety and gentlemanly behavior as he knocked upon the door to Miss Watanabe's residence. From there he would stay, waiting for her to come to the door. Leandro was perfectly on time, knowing that it was important for her to make it to the hospital when she was supposed to.

In the back of his mind there was a mantra, a whisper of this is the girl who killed you, the one who will destroy the world, the one- Leandro shook his head, shifting instead to adjust his driving gloves and then check his phone. Though it was not because of any other reason other than Leandro had a schedule of events that had to be handled and he was always multi-tasking if he could.

Even while waiting to escort someone down--as he did serve as a bodyguard though it was not openly part of his job description--and drive them to work.

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It was a one-time thing she assured herself and Saariyah because Chiharu wasn’t fond of using someone else’s means of transportation. But today she didn’t have any real means of travel, the bus she usually takes had some tragic break-down and if she didn’t take upon the services of mister Jameson, she’d surely be late for the medical lecture. 

“I apologize for the inconvenience,”

After-all, the request for transport came out of literally thin air and she could’ve interrupted something else he had been planning to do today. “But I do appreciate your service,” The woman would situate herself in the back seat, she didn’t really talk to him before this, as he was more so around the Starlights and she wasn’t.

Chiharu was also incredibly focused on her duties as a leader and lately, things inside of the Crystal Palace had been a mess. Though it wasn’t her mess to particularly clean up, as the outer-Senshi, in her personal opinion handle most, if not all things impeccably. Avoiding the need to rely on emotion, but none of them held any personal demons and grudges over the past few years either.

Learning the secrets behind the Sailor Soldier of Destruction’s intents and purposes had put their concerns to ease, allowing them to forgive the darkness that plagued them.  It was also possibly the fact that they personally raised Chiharu back into her full-grown state too, all of them perhaps gaining a deeper attachment this life’s go around, over the past.

However, she couldn’t say it wasn’t a little disheartening to watch the inner-court fall apart, as she thought they were all getting closer with time, as her mother Violet, Layla, and father, Alexis tried to bridge the gap between the outer-and inners for years. But sometimes it felt like it wasn’t the case, which while thinking over the court’s chaos, brings a tug to that of Chiharu’s lips on accident. She was peering towards the window, but the clear reflection and corners were visible to that of Leandro.

He knew the princess inside and out from the past, not much had changed in her personally, outside of being far happier than she once was- thanks to having more people to depend on and interact with now.  And this time she became an adult, instead of finding herself in a bed – to bring ruin to that timeline as a teenager after waking.

Though most of the time she tried to keep her emotions in check and more of a stoic expression to not allow them to breakthrough so recklessly to strangers. A slip presents itself in a frown of dismay, as fingers aim to clasp underneath her chin in order to think over things instead of bothering Mr.Jameson with someone who was blabbing consistently.

(This post was last modified: 09 Sep 2020, 11:07 AM by Watanabe Chiharu.)
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Soon, he told himself, soon. There were things already in motion that once they were completed, Leandro--Spectrolite--would be one step closer to his true goal: the destruction and removal of Sailor Saturn. It did not matter that so many others of the Dark Alliance were fixed upon defeating those of the Crystal Empire and proving that they did not have the right to rule the world. Leandro knew that if they did not remove Sailor Saturn from play, everything they did could be for naught.

With the swing of her glaive, everything could come to an end, only to tilt things once more in the favor of those blessed by the light of the Silver Crystal.

That was unacceptable.

"It is no inconvenience, Miss Watanabe," replied Leandro, the corner of his mouth curving upward in a polite, but faint, smile. "This is what I was hired for, though those of the Galactica are the ones that often make use of me." Especially since most of the Sol Guardians could drive themselves and if they did not it was likely to be the Sailor Guardian of Uranus or the Golden King of Healing and Purification.

The truth of the matter, however, was that Leandro had been hired for more than his skills as a driver but that was beside the point. Never mind that it was not that often he had to actually act in the capacity of bodyguard (or bouncer). It was more likely he was called upon to make things happen, to get things done for those that were still learning and familiarizing themselves with being on earth. They were all things that he knew would be unnecessary, in most cases, for the young woman before him. Oh, there were changes here and there in her but Leandro knew the dead thing that was Sailor Saturn was within her.

Just as he knew that the only reason she did not recognize him was because he was far, far younger. Mitra had been older, worn his age with pride even though he had been given a kind of immortality to look after the sleeping Princess of Saturn. Somewhere, deep within him and ignored, Mitra still existed. In fact, the similarities between Leandro and Mitra were numerous though he was mindful to simply be polite and cordial. Leandro would never risk his ultimate goal by revealing himself too soon.

Even if it was tempting to-

Leandro caught sight of the slight downturn of her mouth, the expression a dead ringer for one of his expressions for all that it was on her face. How much had they influenced each other in this life because of the previous? How much had she twisted him? No, a voice whispered in his mind, not twisted, you loved and cared for her. You were her father when her family abandoned her, she was your daughter when your family was long dead.

There was an imperceptible twitch to his eye as he pushed away from the thoughts that were likely to give him a headache if he focused on them. His attention was on the road as he drove, periodically still catching that the expression was still there her face.

"Forgive me if it's intruding on your thoughts, Miss Watanabe," said Leandro before he could stop himself (mentally berating not himself but the ghost that still loved this girl), "but you look as if your thoughts are weighing heavily upon your mind."

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