Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon Ban'yuu (Pretty Senshi Sailor Moon Universal)
A season of epic proportions by Milk and Chaos-Chan
A touch unfelt . . . . .
It always begins with darkness.
A graceful turn of the head, fluttering of the eyelids, parting of the lips, and dark meets darkness.
Black meets black.
Her eyelids jerk back into their former state, chastising her for forcing them open despite all the sleep-crumbs in every nook and cranny of her eyes. She rubs the sleep away and blinks. How long has she been asleep in this void?
As if recalling some distant dream, she remembers the words said to her before she was left in this black hole to heal and grow:
"You need to learn a lesson in mortal pain and humility, my dear Alpha Omega. You, as will the other Senshi, will be reborn in the future when the need rises again. You could have stopped this. You could have stopped her. . . ."
Pluto's words. Not hateful, though not pleasant. Words that leave an awful taste in her mouth.
An ill-heard cry . . . . .
The Creators had told her dear sister to enclose her in this cosmic prison, so she could be reborn as a mortal. So she could learn the meaning of "humanity". All because her pet, Metalia had placed a thought in Beryl's head. All because of that damn Endymion. A puny man who was not worth Serenity's time, and especially not worth breaking sacred rules! Serenity was a dear, dear friend, but she was always guided by her emotions. By her love for him. She never listened.
In the grace of Love . . .
What could she have done? She couldn't save Serenity from herself, her stupid emotions! She couldn't save someone who didn't want saving! It wasn't her fault if she didn't allow herself to be led by such foolishness! Duty comes first. Loyalty always. Her Creators commanded it.
Already the unfamiliar feelings are coursing through her veins, warping her mind, her thoughts. Part of her is sickened by such feelings, but another part--a part more "human"--relishes them, wants to--no needs to explore those feelings, those blessed raw emotions. Innocence for humanity. Such a small price to pay, isn't it? Just to feel alive. . . .
A gentle sigh . . . .
Laughter escapes her lips as she stretches, and with a miniscule thought, her prison expands and then shatters. Finally, she can see the stars. The wonderful, beautiful stars. She giggles as she feels their energy running through her body, renewing her strength.
'I can create them. I can destroy them. Everything.'
She shivers. Where did that thought come from? It doesn't even sound like her. She shakes her head, and her lovely violet hair whips back and forth in a violent motion.
In grips of joy . . . .
Suddenly, somewhat embarrassingly, she remembers her nakedness, and with childlike excitement, she utters the words, "Cosmic Universal Power, Make-up!"
In a burst of light not unlike a supernova, she is clothed in her sailor fuku. With her senses enhanced now, she can feel them. The Senshi are alive and quite well. "He" is alive and quite well, too. She can feel his love for Serenity emitting from his soul like rays of starlight. A frown forms on her lips. Him. Poor Serenity. Foolish again.
In chains of Lust . . . .
She begins to travel, following the power that the others radiate like a beacon. Oh yes, she's traveling back to that beautiful blue-green planet, she can feel that. Back to the Kingdoms, and the Moon, which was left barren and lifeless when she last laid eyes on it. Poor, poor Selene. She tried so hard to save her daughter and her Kingdom.
With truth cast out . . .
As she passes the planets, now devoid of their monarchies, she tries to take it all in, tries to retain what memories she can, even though they are fading away. She knows that when she reaches her destination and transforms into her human form, she will remember nothing of the past. A memory the size of the Universe that spans all the way back to the beginning of Creation--gone in an instant. Worthless, really. But why does it hurt her so much? Why should she care?
After all, the Creators command it. It is her destiny. Duty comes first.
She pauses, a moment of silence to grieve for all thing past before she enters the Earth Kingdom, and finally, maybe gratefully, her pained memories slip away, and only one thing is on her mind as she enters the familiar atmosphere: a hurried, excited chant.
In blood we trust . . . .
'I can create. I can destroy. Time to play. Time to play.'
Startled, panicked, Setsuna woke and sat up in bed, pulling sheets closer. She was soaked in sweat; the kind one sweats when they are terribly frightened, scared to death. "What the hell was that?!" she screamed. She stared out the window; up, up toward the heavens, past the moon, and out into the stars. Only the stars could answer her, and stars couldn't talk, could they? Could they??
Why did she feel so incredibly cold? It was a warm, autumn night!
Shivering, she laid back down and curled into a comfortable, fetal position, drawing the covers tightly to her body. For a brief second, she felt a familiar nub at the base of her mind; a presence as old as time pulled at her from somewhere far out there. Something--someone powerful. Very powerful. Someone like Serena. Someone like. . .her sister.
In ominous caress to veins of blue . . . .
"Zoukako." She bit her lower lip to keep from trembling, but it wasn't working. "No, it can't be."
Stamp out the life, and begin anew . . .
But it was.
Whoever could have waken her up? Whoever would want to?
She could remember even now the darkness--the coldness--behind Zoukako's black eyes when the Moon Kingdom had fallen. Such emotionless pits. Pools of unfeeling blackness.
Lest life immerse through and through . . .
She was on her way, so close now. Setsuna could feel Zoukako's anguished cries and pleas, and then she felt her pause with calm, reflecting perhaps. Oh no. She shook her head, her long green locks flicking back and forth, looking somewhat like a gigantic cloud of green behind her. "Oh gods, help them." She bowed her head, tears flowing freely from weary eyes, and whispered, "Gods, help us all."
In constant rejection of timeless rue . . . .
Endow thy heart . . .
Mask thy fear . .
From a cold dampered soul. . .
Shed a single tear . . .
A season of epic proportions by Milk and Chaos-Chan
A touch unfelt . . . . .
It always begins with darkness.
A graceful turn of the head, fluttering of the eyelids, parting of the lips, and dark meets darkness.
Black meets black.
Her eyelids jerk back into their former state, chastising her for forcing them open despite all the sleep-crumbs in every nook and cranny of her eyes. She rubs the sleep away and blinks. How long has she been asleep in this void?
As if recalling some distant dream, she remembers the words said to her before she was left in this black hole to heal and grow:
"You need to learn a lesson in mortal pain and humility, my dear Alpha Omega. You, as will the other Senshi, will be reborn in the future when the need rises again. You could have stopped this. You could have stopped her. . . ."
Pluto's words. Not hateful, though not pleasant. Words that leave an awful taste in her mouth.
An ill-heard cry . . . . .
The Creators had told her dear sister to enclose her in this cosmic prison, so she could be reborn as a mortal. So she could learn the meaning of "humanity". All because her pet, Metalia had placed a thought in Beryl's head. All because of that damn Endymion. A puny man who was not worth Serenity's time, and especially not worth breaking sacred rules! Serenity was a dear, dear friend, but she was always guided by her emotions. By her love for him. She never listened.
In the grace of Love . . .
What could she have done? She couldn't save Serenity from herself, her stupid emotions! She couldn't save someone who didn't want saving! It wasn't her fault if she didn't allow herself to be led by such foolishness! Duty comes first. Loyalty always. Her Creators commanded it.
Already the unfamiliar feelings are coursing through her veins, warping her mind, her thoughts. Part of her is sickened by such feelings, but another part--a part more "human"--relishes them, wants to--no needs to explore those feelings, those blessed raw emotions. Innocence for humanity. Such a small price to pay, isn't it? Just to feel alive. . . .
A gentle sigh . . . .
Laughter escapes her lips as she stretches, and with a miniscule thought, her prison expands and then shatters. Finally, she can see the stars. The wonderful, beautiful stars. She giggles as she feels their energy running through her body, renewing her strength.
'I can create them. I can destroy them. Everything.'
She shivers. Where did that thought come from? It doesn't even sound like her. She shakes her head, and her lovely violet hair whips back and forth in a violent motion.
In grips of joy . . . .
Suddenly, somewhat embarrassingly, she remembers her nakedness, and with childlike excitement, she utters the words, "Cosmic Universal Power, Make-up!"
In a burst of light not unlike a supernova, she is clothed in her sailor fuku. With her senses enhanced now, she can feel them. The Senshi are alive and quite well. "He" is alive and quite well, too. She can feel his love for Serenity emitting from his soul like rays of starlight. A frown forms on her lips. Him. Poor Serenity. Foolish again.
In chains of Lust . . . .
She begins to travel, following the power that the others radiate like a beacon. Oh yes, she's traveling back to that beautiful blue-green planet, she can feel that. Back to the Kingdoms, and the Moon, which was left barren and lifeless when she last laid eyes on it. Poor, poor Selene. She tried so hard to save her daughter and her Kingdom.
With truth cast out . . .
As she passes the planets, now devoid of their monarchies, she tries to take it all in, tries to retain what memories she can, even though they are fading away. She knows that when she reaches her destination and transforms into her human form, she will remember nothing of the past. A memory the size of the Universe that spans all the way back to the beginning of Creation--gone in an instant. Worthless, really. But why does it hurt her so much? Why should she care?
After all, the Creators command it. It is her destiny. Duty comes first.
She pauses, a moment of silence to grieve for all thing past before she enters the Earth Kingdom, and finally, maybe gratefully, her pained memories slip away, and only one thing is on her mind as she enters the familiar atmosphere: a hurried, excited chant.
In blood we trust . . . .
'I can create. I can destroy. Time to play. Time to play.'
Startled, panicked, Setsuna woke and sat up in bed, pulling sheets closer. She was soaked in sweat; the kind one sweats when they are terribly frightened, scared to death. "What the hell was that?!" she screamed. She stared out the window; up, up toward the heavens, past the moon, and out into the stars. Only the stars could answer her, and stars couldn't talk, could they? Could they??
Why did she feel so incredibly cold? It was a warm, autumn night!
Shivering, she laid back down and curled into a comfortable, fetal position, drawing the covers tightly to her body. For a brief second, she felt a familiar nub at the base of her mind; a presence as old as time pulled at her from somewhere far out there. Something--someone powerful. Very powerful. Someone like Serena. Someone like. . .her sister.
In ominous caress to veins of blue . . . .
"Zoukako." She bit her lower lip to keep from trembling, but it wasn't working. "No, it can't be."
Stamp out the life, and begin anew . . .
But it was.
Whoever could have waken her up? Whoever would want to?
She could remember even now the darkness--the coldness--behind Zoukako's black eyes when the Moon Kingdom had fallen. Such emotionless pits. Pools of unfeeling blackness.
Lest life immerse through and through . . .
She was on her way, so close now. Setsuna could feel Zoukako's anguished cries and pleas, and then she felt her pause with calm, reflecting perhaps. Oh no. She shook her head, her long green locks flicking back and forth, looking somewhat like a gigantic cloud of green behind her. "Oh gods, help them." She bowed her head, tears flowing freely from weary eyes, and whispered, "Gods, help us all."
In constant rejection of timeless rue . . . .
Endow thy heart . . .
Mask thy fear . .
From a cold dampered soul. . .
Shed a single tear . . .
