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Kumo-chan stared, eyes glazed over, at her wall across from her bed. All
she could see was Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan Obi-Wan Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan on the cover of
Premiere magazine. Obi-Wan on a collector card. Obi-Wan on the cover of the
novel.. Yummy. Mmm.
"Yummy.." she mumbled.
"KUMOOO!" a shrill scream interrupted her fantasies. She jumped and sat up as her mother blew open the door. "Have you done your math homework?" she demanded.
"hmm-mm." Kumo-chan said carelessly.
"Ahhh! Child!" Okasan exclaimed, pulling out her hair.
"Get on the decaf, mom," Kumo-chan said, head in her Podracing pillow.
"All you care about anymore is Sailor Moon and Star Wars, Kumo!" she yanked the pillow out from underneath Kumo-chan, and Kumo-chan sat up and groaned. "What do you think Star Wars and Sailor Moon are going to do for you in the future? Huh? What are you planning to get a degree in, Star Wars? 'Yes, I have a masters degree in Star Wars trivia'. Yes, that's what your thinking, isn't it? And Sailor Moon! Ahh! Degrading to the female rights movement! Wearing those short little skirts, touting themselves!"
"Sailor Moon saves Tuxedo Mask. Any moonie knows that."
Okasan put her hands on her hips. "Moonie? Is that some kind of cult? Moon worshippers? I don't want my daughter in a cult! Are you going to kill yourself on the New Years? I don't want my daughter killing herself on New Years! Oh, I give up, you can't go anywhere on new years but stay home." she slammed the door.
"DARN!" Kumo-chan yelled loudly. "That's it then for Kyoko and me drinking ammonia and streaking!" She was of course being sarcastic.
"Oy," Kumo sighed, an expression picked up from a Jewish family friend. She buried her head uncomfortably in her pillow-less bed, and fell fast asleep.
”Sailor Bespin?” A voice called out to her. A decidedly sexy Scottish voice.
"Obi-Wan!?" Kumo-chan cried out, but all she could see was fog on all sides. It was very humid and mild, and she stood on a grassy plain. Suddenly she realized she was wearing a Sailor moon outfit, with an amber-colored skirt and silver accents. "Wizard!" she exclaimed. Then she felt a presence behind her.
The very Jedi she had dreamed about for so long was standing right in front of her. But a younger version, conveniently maybe a couple years older than her. "Sailor Bespin?" he repeated.
She paused, flabbergasted. "Are you talking to me? Am I Sailor Bespin?"
"You are, and always have been, my love." he stroked her auburn braids.
‘He's calling me his love! Holy Saint Francis!’ Kumo-chan thought with wide eyes.
"Listen," Obi-Wan continued, his tone darkening. "Our galaxy is in trouble, we need you to defend Bespin. It's our only hope!"
Kumo shook her head, unbelievingly.
"This is not a dream. Though you will wake up when it's over. You really are the Pretty Senshi Sailor Bespin, and you have been sworn to protect the galaxy. It's your duty."
"What did I inhale..."
"If you want proof that you are indeed, one of us, you will find yourself in the crowd scene on the Cloud City. Dressed as you are now." he smiled. "And beautiful as always..." he kissed her lips lightly.
Kumo-chan couldn't contain herself, and she squealed with excitement. "I love you, too Obi-Wan!" she giggled giddily, then opened her eyes.
She rubbed them, waking from her sleep, then sat up. "Guess I'd better work on that math..." she murmured to herself.
She never remembered that dream.
