Zounds! A new fic! Signifying I'm not yet dead!
Sailor Muse: Damn...:goes off to plot to kill Carter:
Oh shut up...me and Sailor Muse have been at odds lately for some reason...
Anywho...this idea for the story came to me...I hope everyone likes it. This is all I have so far. This semester is gonna be my busiest due to the fact I only have this semester and next before graduating college.
Moving along...
I do not own Sailor Moon or any affiliated characters. They belong to the great and powerful Naoko Takeuchi.
Dozo Minna-san!!
A figure with long hair walked through the cold palace halls. Strolling through a pair of doors, the figure walked into the room and knelt down several feet from the throne. The lithe figure on the throne stared at the kneeling figure in boredom.
"What is it?" a cold feminine voice demanded.
"We have yet to find the rebels my Queen."
"So why are you here bothering me about it?" the Queen demanded harshly. "Go out and find them! I want those rebels destroyed now!!"
The figure bowed and quickly left. Three figures met the other figure outside of the throne room. "We must track down and kill the rebels now. The Queen has demanded it." The other three figures nodded.
"What of the rumors about the Senshi?"
"They are only rumors. Only the rebels oppose the Queen," the first figure said. "Now go. Use whatever means necessary to find the rebels and crush them." The three nodded again and left.
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Darkness.
It was all she knew. It had embraced her for years. Time had passed but it never seemed to touch the blonde lying in the hospital bed. Things changed yet she remained the same. She was left alone, nearly everyone forgetting about her.
Now, five centuries later, the blonde's hand slowly began to twitch. A fist clenched and the blonde slowly sat up, her hands over her face. Her limbs felt weak from centuries of not moving them. She lowered her hands. Teal eyes slowly opened and looked around the deserted hospital room.
Slowly the blonde got off the bed and walked over to the window at a snail's pace. She looked outside and her eyes widened in shock and horror. Tokyo, the city she had sworn to protect, was not looking how she expected.
Black crystal buildings rose into the air. In one section of the city fires burned. But the teal eyes were drawn to the large black monolith that towered over the city. The blonde narrowed her eyes and turned around, searching for clothes. She had to find out what had happened.
She pulled on a pair of faded blue jeans, black biker boots, a black T-shirt, a black hooded sweatshirt with a zipper, and grabbed a pair of black leather gloves and a black leather coat. She left the room, pulling the coat and gloves on.
The name on the room door read: Ten'ou Haruka.
Hmm...things are not as they should be in the state of Crystal Tokyo...and things will only get more interesting...:grins:...
Now this is the part where you review and help inspire me to continue on with the fic. All reviews are welcomed provided they are non-flame reviews. Flamers will be doused in cold water and thrown to Antarctica and being beaten by my radio-active purple penguin army and then thrown into the sun. :smiles cheerfully: