Story Trespasses

Chapter 1/?

Author The Last Kitten

Genre: Sailor Moon (American Version Anime)/ Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon (Japanese TV Show)

Disclaimer I do not own Sailor Moon. I am not making any money off this story. I'm just a broke ass 24 year old Otaku. Sad isn't it.

Author's Note: This story is a parody about what life would be like if my friends and I were the sailor scouts. I've been a Sailor Moon fan since I was in the eighth grade, and although I was a faithful follower of the animated American version of the show, and the Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon TV show in Japan, I have very little knowledge of the goings on in the original manga. That is why I have constructed my Sailor Moon universe around said TV show and anime. Forgive me for not doing any research, but between trying to find a job, trying to start a writing career, and

doing research for two other fics, I just don't have the time.

I've also changed a few details to make the story "darker" and more dramatic. Welcome to the inside of my head! Hahahaha!

AN2: Be warned, as hard as I try and as much comedy as there will be in this story it's going to deal with issues that might make you uncomfortable. The Plot Bunnies that haunt me are full on emo drama queens and I have to fight them off with a stick everyday. lol

AN3: Sing along! Beta, dodo dodo do do! Oh, Beta Beta! Dodo dodo do do! You're a Mad Scientist. And you've got me thanking you!
AN 4: "Lalala" Means talking.

'Lalala' Means thinking.

oooooooooo Means a scene change.

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She nearly lost her footing in the gore at her feet. At her back, Endymion raised his sword to cut down his enemy, and they smiled at each other before moving on to the next.

The Negaverse had attacked just as their informant said, and when they arrived the nine planets were ready.

Sailor moon, holder of the imperial silver crystal of the Earth, slashed through three winged monsters that swooped down on her. The tail of the third slammed into her as it fell, knocking her back in to a tree, splitting it at the base and toppling it. When she woke, it was to the shouts of her armor clad lover fending off two mammoth nega-beasts. Sailor Moon scrambled to her feet and, ducking a giant paw, thrust her sword into the creature's heart. It screeched and she quickly rolled out of its way as it fell. It wasn't ten seconds before she heard a second screech as Endymion slew his.

All seemed quiet in that moment, and her Prince reached out a hand to help her up.

Suddenly he cried out, head thrown back, in pain. As he sank to his knees she caught him. She could feel the bloody gaping wound on his back, and she looked up in panic.

Standing in front of her, sword dripping blood, was the self proclaimed Queen of the Negaverse, Queen Beryl.

"As I breathe, he will never be yours…." She'd spoken calmly, her eyes cold…dead.

Sailor Moon looked down at the blood now dripping from her fingers. Endymion was still. There was no heartbeat, no warm breath on her neck where his head lay.

'He's dead…,' she thought. Her mouth hung open slightly. 'All this time…all this training…. They never taught us to heal….'

The white of his armor was now a rich crimson in the bright sunlight. Sailor Moon looked up at the sky. That bright blue sky seemed to be mocking her now. And then…Beryl began to laugh.

Sailor Moon looked at her sharply. She was laughing! Endymion was lying dead in her arms and Beryl was…laughing. She stared up at the bright red hair and shimmering purple armor wide eyed. She'd never felt such rage, and before she could stop it, the crystal reacted.

It seemed as if the earth itself was shaking as a sweat broke out on her brow. Sailor Moon's hands shook furiously, and soon the silent tremor made its way through her entire body. Beryl didn't have time to shield her eyes from the white hot light before she was turned to ash, and Endymion's body slipped slowly from her arms as Sailor Moon stood and turned toward the battlefield. His cold hulk made a dull thud as it hit the ground.

The eight other scouts turned at the sudden tremendous burst of energy, and when they saw the corpse at her feet they ran at her. In Sailor Moon's eyes they were all frozen in place, mouths open and arms outstretched, yelling at her.

But they were all too late.

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"Bumbumbum bum bumbum bumbum bum bum, Good Morning," the chibi Sailor Moon alarm clock roared at exactly five o'clock am. The two slumbering inhabitants of the narrow dorm room groaned and rolled over in their sleep.

"Bumbumbum bum bumbum bumbum bum bum, Good Morning!"

"Ughhhhhh," came a muffled voice. "Marie…PLEASE…turn that damn thing OFF!"

Marie mumbled and continued snoring, now completely under her blanket.

"Bumbumbum bum bumbum bumbum bum bum, Good Mourning…."

"Jesus Christ!" The more alert of the two rolled out of bed nearly falling on the floor. She picked up the shrill singing clock and began banging and smacking it like a caveman, trying to turn it off.

"Bumbumbum bum bumbum bumbum bum bum, Good…Good...Good…"

"Ughhhhhh! Shut up…stop…God, shut up," the now completely awake roommate began to shout.

"Errrrrr!" Marie began to come around. "Jesus! [Pronounced Hay-sus :p It's not time to get up yet."

"I swear to God! If you don't turn this damn thing off…."

Marie sat up abruptly and snatched the clock from her roommate. She quickly pushed the only button on the chibi, located right on top of Sailor Moon's head, and sat it back on the shared windowsill. She swung her legs off the bed and put her head in her hands trying to will the sleep away.

"I swear I'm gonna throw that thing out the window one day."

"Jean, I told you not to turn my clock off," Marie grumbled. "I know it's annoying but that clock is the only thing that gets me up in the morning…not to mention you and our next door neighbors," she chuckled tiredly.

Jean ignored her and turned on the blinding overhead light causing them both to squint and cover their eyes.

"Come on we need to be at campus safety in fifteen minutes," Jean said quickly changing into her crew gear. Marie groaned but got up to change as well. They went to the bathroom together and shared a single tube of toothpaste as they brushed their teeth. The entire team had easily agreed on the preemptive tooth brushing rule. Marie could remember their first few trips, trapped together before dawn in their crowded transport; fifteen women nearly nose to nose with morning breath. They laughed about it now as they gargled with Listerine.

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The rowing had been long and exhausting that morning, and the roommates made it back to the dorms with ten minutes to spare before their nine o'clock class.

"The Cold War was the period of conflict, tension and arms proliferation competition between the United States, the Soviet Union, and their allies from the mid…."

Marie's head bobbed wildly as she struggled to stay awake. 'Dear…dear God! Why did I take a nine o'clock political science class? Why!?'

Jean nudged her with her elbow. The classes at Orthodox University were small and intimate, which basically meant the whole class was sitting at one long table with the Professor at its head. A few students snickered as Marie's head bobbed one last time before it made a loud thud as it hit the table. Even the Professor stopped to laugh then, and Jean just shook her head.

"I think I'll end class a little early today. Read the next two chapters for Wednesday."

All the students stood and began leaving but Jean and the Professor stayed behind.

"Jean is Marie ok? She's been a bit…," the Professor glanced at her, "narcoleptic lately."

Jean laughed. "She's ok. I think crew practice is really starting to take its toll on all of us. We have our first race coming up and we're all a bit nervous. We've been working really hard."

"I understand. You two should go get some rest before your next class," the professor said with a smile.

"Oh, I will," Jean began laughing again. "But Marie has a ten thirty class."

"What time is it now?"

"Ten twenty," Jean grinned.

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So went the entire week. By Thursday evening both girls were near death with fatigue. They laid sprawled on their twin beds, barely breathing, when there was a knock at the door.

"It's open," Jean yelled.

Morgaine, their neighbor from down the hall, peeked her head in. She was a tall light skinned aspiring model/marine biologist, with thin rimmed glasses and a Scarlet O'Hara attitude. She and Marie had been fast friends and often ate dinner together. Morgaine had briefly joined the crew team but dropped the sport in favor of her studies…and her sanity.

"You guys coming to dinner," she asked as she sauntered over to sit on the end of Marie's bed.

Marie stared at Morgaine's hourglass figure and giggled to herself. "Hello," Morgaine said, glancing between the two roommates. "What are you giggling at?"

One of the first conversations between the two had been about their mutual obsession with a Japanese anime called Sailor Moon. The pair had designated their characters and held many conversations about how much like themselves said characters really were. Marie had been a clumsy poofy pigtail wearing youth with the worst spelling in her family, and Morgaine fit easily in to the role of egghead in her own.

"I was just imagining you fitting all that booty into a sailor scout uniform," Marie grinned. Jean laughed out loud and Morgaine punched Marie in the shoulder, her anger streak being one of her less Mercury-like personality traits.

"Anyway, a bunch of us are about to go down to the dining hall. You guys up for it?"

Marie looked at Jean and shrugged, rubbing her sore shoulder.

At dinner the girls laughed and joked about their weekend.

"So Marie what are you doing this weekend, as if we didn't know," Morgaine asked sarcastically.

Marie stuck her tongue out at her. "Ya'll know I'm going home after practice tomorrow. I'm gonna sleep in my own bed with my own cat and eat a home cooked meal. Then I'm gonna sleep some more, finish some papers, and sleep some more." She sighed at the thought of snuggling up with her cat and sleeping for an entire day.

"Well we're going to the club! Wew," one girl shouted and three others, including Morgaine, whooped; another un-Mercury like habit.

"I'm probably just gonna study and stay in this weekend," Jean chimed in and the other girls looked at her with mock surprise.

"You two are so painfully boring," Morgaine said dully.

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XD LMAO This whole chapter is one long inside joke. I wish we had been taping our lives for the first three years of my undergrad career. Most of the stuff in this chapter actually happened at one time or another, especially the first scene with the alarm clock and the class scene where my head hit the table. XD

So what do you think? E-mail me or review! Please….puppy eyes…please.