Authornote: Dec. 22nd 2017

Hi everyone! This is my very first Sailor Moon fanfic, so please be nice! My sister requested this for a Christmas present, and so the credit for the idea goes to her. She was very specific in what she wanted, and so I hope this turned out well. I am planning on giving this to her on Christmas Day, and so I thought I'd post it on here to get some feedback first.

I must admit that I don't know very much about Sailor Moon since I haven't seen it since the 90's, but I did my best. My memory is a little fuzzy on some of the details of the show, but I think I got the gist of it. If I made any obvious mistakes, please feel free to point them out to me so they can be corrected. The next chapter is longer, because chapter 1 is just an introductory chapter. There will be quite a few chapters of this story.

Please let me know any feedback, suggestions or criticisms you might have, and I'll do my best to improve. Chapter 2 will be posted tomorrow.

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Shattered

Chapter 1

All Humans Are Garbage

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It was extremely dark and cold in his prison. He wasn't sure how long he'd been floating in the darkness of nothing, but his mind felt heavy and it was difficult to think. He drifted in and out of consciousness countless times, and he couldn't seem to push through the veil of darkness pressing down on him. At first he simply felt weak and in pain, but as time went on, he began to get more awareness to his situation. He tried to wake, tried to move, but he couldn't seem to push past whatever was holding him back. Every time he woke, he fought to get free, and felt his agitation grow when his efforts made no difference. He felt no hunger, and he did not need to breath, and so he was forced to live through the torture of his imprisonment day after day, week after week.

Slowly his mind began to become clearer and clearer, and he remembered what had happened, who he was, and where he was. His name was Jedite, and he was the first general of Queen Beryl and the commander of the dark army. At least that's who he used to be... He had failed in his mission for the queen, and he'd been banished. He didn't know how long ago this had happened, but he had a feeling he'd been imprisoned for a very long time.

As his mind lost the remainder of its fog, Jedite realized something wasn't right about this situation. He should have been deeply asleep for all eternity, but he was awake and aware of everything. Something had gone wrong, and he knew this was definitely not a good thing. He would be awake for his entire banishment, and the boredom and isolation would surely drive him mad. How many hundreds of years would he be trapped like this? He had no choice but to silently endure it.

As the days dragged by agonizingly slowly, Jedite was plagued by his failures, and he saw each and every single thing he had done wrong during his mission. He had allowed a group of fourteen year old girls to best him, and that more than anything was infuriating. He now saw he should have been more subtle with his attempts to gather energy, and if he had've been just a bit more clever, the Sailor Scouts never would have known what he was doing. It was his arrogance and his want to prove himself that was his downfall. He had disappointed his queen and brought shame on himself for his reckless actions, and he knew he deserved the banishment. He wished he could redeem himself in her eyes, prove that he wasn't a failure, but he knew mercy was unlikely. Beryl tended to hold grudges indefinitely, and he doubted she would ever release him. He would be trapped like this for all eternity.

It wasn't long after this when he heard a loud cracking sound. Startled, he knew he should hear nothing except silence. There was another loud crack, and realization hit him like a ton of bricks. Was queen Beryl ending his banishment?! Was she finally going to release him? A tiny flicker of hope welled inside him, and as the cracking became louder and louder, he now felt certain he was being summoned.

There was a loud crack right next to his ear, and just like that he could move again. He felt a wave of freezing cold air wash over him, and Jedite sucked in his first breath of air greedily, not realizing how good it felt simply to breathe. Pieces of the shattered containment crystal fell around him in a shower of white, and he blinked heavily, the sunlight around him hurting his eyes. Jedite paused, hands still raised to his eyes. Wait...sunlight? He opened his eyes, and looked around himself in confusion. There was snow and trees all around him, and it looked like he was somewhere on Earth, a park perhaps.

He was on his knees in the snow, and although feeling completely exhausted, he forced himself up to his feet. His breath was coming out in frozen puffs, and despite himself, he let out a shiver. There was no one in sight, and it was eerily calm and quiet. He knew that in his current state, he would never be able to teleport himself, and so he called out to his queen.

"...Queen Beryl?" Jedite asked a bit hesitantly.

There was no response.

Queen Beryl's magic was thick and powerful, but he couldn't sense her at all. It was as if she had simply disappeared without a trace. He should have been able to sense her no matter where she was on the planet, but there was nothing. Had she returned to the Dark Kingdom, or had she been defeated? Feeling confused, he gave another glance around. The other three Generals would have to fill him in on what had happened. It was possible their mission had simply changed.

"Nephrite?" he called out.

He waited a few moments and then frowned. Nephrite, by far, was the most genial of the four Generals, and the one most likely to help him. Nephrite had been the one to train him many years ago, and although they didn't always get along, the other man always answered him when called. If he wasn't answering, then he'd likely been killed or banished. Jedite frowned, and then tried again.

"Zoisite?"

Silence.

Zoisite and he had never gotten along, and they fought like cats and dogs, but it was strange for the other man to simply ignore him. Normally he would have appeared to at least mock him a bit while refusing to help, but the silence persisted. Starting to get worried, Jedite hesitated before calling out to the fourth and final General.

"Malachite? Are you there?"

Malachite was the leader of the four Generals, and was as cold and serious as one could be. He didn't really seem to like anybody, and he was quick to doll out punishments for any form of incompetence. He tolerated Zoisite because he was in charge of his training, but he detested dealing with anyone else. Summoning him would have repercussions, but Jedite was willing to accept them if that meant getting answers.

He was dismayed when there was no reply, and was starting to get rather worried. Where was everyone? Were they gone from Earth or were they all dead? He would have gone to investigate Beryl's lair, but he was so weak that he couldn't even feel his magic. He couldn't sense any sort of dark energy at all, and that was what was worrying him the most. He should have been able to feel The Dark Kingdom's influence all around him, but he felt nothing at all. It was almost like everything evil had been purged from the planet.

Jedite shook his head. No, that was impossible. A few children would never be able to defeat the most powerful army in the whole universe! They couldn't have...could they? Was everyone he knew dead or banished now? Was he the last survivor of the Dark Kingdom? If queen Beryl was dead, then that would explain why he'd been released out of the containment crystal. It would have slowly lost its power over time, and wouldn't have been able to maintain itself. No one had summoned him, and no one had forgiven him. He had escaped because everyone else was dead.

Jedite blinked and wasn't entirely sure how he felt about this. His entire cause was gone, and he was on the losing side. Everything he had worked for, and everything he had believed in had all been for nothing. He himself was now a nothing. He had no rank, he had no power, and he had nowhere to go. Where was he supposed to go from here?

Jedite's frown deepened, and he gave another glance around, still seeing no signs of anyone around. It was clearly too cold for any humans to be in the park this day, and so he was alone. Letting out a deep sigh, he turned his attention to the tall buildings in the distance. Regardless of what had happened, he knew he couldn't stay in the park forever. He would find out what had happened, and then make his plan from there. In the meantime, he had to get out of the cold before he froze to death.

Awkwardly trudging through knee-deep snow, Jedite slowly made his way out of the park, heading into the town. He hoped his magic would return to him soon, and then he could leave this miserable planet before he was discovered. He hated Earth, and he hated humans, and he had no desire to stay longer than he had to. Hugging his arms around himself as he walked, he shivered and was relieved when he came to a cleared sidewalk. Brushing a bit of the snow off his pants, he sped up, hoping to warm himself up. As he left the park and entered the city, he quickly recognized it as Tokyo and let out another sigh. This was just perfect. He was powerless and in Sailor Moon's hometown. It seemed that he was not destined to catch a break today.

As he walked along a busy street, he realized to his dismay he was not only cold, but hungry as well. Normally this wouldn't have been an issue, because he'd just use his magic to nourish himself, but he had none to draw on. He would have to eat something if he wanted any hope of regaining his strength, but there was a problem. He wasn't entirely certain he could eat the food grown on Earth. He was not a human despite appearances, and he had no way of knowing if the food would poison him or not.

He'd seen and smelled plenty of human food during his various schemes, but he had never actually eaten any of it. Any food or drink he had consumed had been made by himself, and he couldn't remember if any of the other Generals had ever eaten human food. Sailor Moon and the scouts were able to eat, but they had been reborn as humans which was a little different. It would be a stupid way to die if he ended up poisoning himself.

Zoisite had once told him they used to be humans from Earth many, many years ago, but he knew Zoisite had been just trying to mess with him. Humans didn't have magic, and they certainly didn't live for as long as they had. He had always been a part of the Dark Kingdom and there was nothing before. Zoisite was just an annoying nuisance.

Letting out a sigh, he ducked into a nearby alleyway to gather his thoughts. He needed a plan, and he needed to find somewhere safe to hide out. He couldn't afford to catch the Sailor Scouts attention right now, and so he needed to remain as low profile as possible. In order to blend in with humans, he'd need to get his hands on some money, because if there was one thing he had learned, it was that money ruled this strange little planet. Without it you couldn't eat, you had nowhere to live, and essentially you would die. Money meant power, and so he knew he needed lots of it.

Getting money wouldn't have been a problem if he still had his magic, but until it returned, he was on his own. He was trained as a warrior, but his physical strength was so low right now that he doubted he could overpower anyone to steal. He had no idea how he was going to blend in, and hoped he'd be able to leave within a day or two.

To his annoyance, the cold was making his nose run, and he gave a sniff, knowing his first priority had to be to find a warm place to stay. Once he was warm and out of the snow, he knew he'd be able to think with a lot more clarity. With one last shiver, he started to head back out onto the busy sidewalk. He definitely wasn't expecting someone to grab him from behind, and jerk him around violently.

Taken by surprise, Jedite's back hit the wall hard, and he looked up to see a group of young men gathered around him sneering. They were wearing all black and they had white facepaint covering their faces in the design of a skull. They had more piercings than he could count, and the one holding him was clearly their leader, the man built like a gorilla.

"What are you doing in our territory, blondie?" the one holding him by the collar demanded. "This block belongs to the Shinigami Gang!"

"Let go of me!" Jedite ordered, attempting to shove the man away from him.

He was thrown right back against the wall even harder.

"Nice try." the man scoffed. "But do you have any idea what we do to people who trespass?"

He flicked out a switchblade and held it to Jedite's cheek.

"People who don't show us the proper respect get cut. Entering our territory without permission is the ultimate insult, and I think we should teach you a lesson."

"Get your hands off me, you disgusting human!" Jedite snarled. "Do you have any idea who I am? I could destroy you with just a flick of my hand!"

The leader of the gang laughed. "Human?" he questioned. "What a weirdo."

Jedite tried to pull away angrily. "Let me go now!"

The man glanced over his shoulder at the others. "What do you think, boys? Should we teach the pretty little blonde a lesson?"

The other men let out a laugh.

"Cut him!"

"Slit his throat!"

"Do it!" they cheered.

The leader turned back to Jedite with a grin. "You heard them!"

Jedite knew he'd never be able to take on so many people without his magic, and he eyed the knife warily, knowing he had to get away. Humans were brainless, savage creatures, and he doubted he could reason with them. As much as it would hurt his pride to do so, he had no choice but to run for now. Once his magic returned, he could always track these men down later to get his revenge.

Without any warning, Jedite lashed out with a boot as hard as he could. He hit the other man in a very sensitive region, and as predicted, he was released as the other man crumpled to the ground in agony. He took off running but he only got a few steps before his ankle was seized and he was jerked to the ground, hard. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the leader had been the one to grab him from where he'd crumpled to the ground, and he looked absolutely murderous.

Jedite kicked and kicked with all his might, but the leader tightened his grip and then pulled him towards himself.

"You're dead meat!" the leader hissed.

The rest of the gang were watching in shock, unable to believe Jedite had dared do such a thing. The leader began to hit Jedite, and there was nothing the other man could do about it. His body was much too weak to fight, and his struggles did nothing to stop the assault. He did his best to fight back, but the leader was much stronger than him, and every time he tried to defend himself, he was hit even harder.

The whole gang was cheering at every cut and bruise he received, and although it embarrassed him to do so, Jedite curled into a fetal ball in an attempt to protect himself. His entire body was in agony, and he doubted he stood any chance at escaping. He covered his face and hoped this wouldn't be how he died. To die from a wretched human would be the ultimate insult, and he knew he had to survive no matter what. He had to survive so he could later return to deliver a beating ten-fold what he had received.

Hit after hit fell on him, and Jedite knew he was getting seriously injured. He could feel the stickiness of blood on his head, and he was beginning to feel dizzy and somewhat disorientated. When the beating finally stopped, he was barely conscious, and didn't move from his position.

"Is he dead?" one of the gang members asked.

He felt a hand tilt his chin up, but he couldn't open his eyes. "No." the person answered. "He's still breathing."

He was given a hard kick in the back. "What's this weirdo even wearing? Is this some sort of new school uniform or something?"

The leader pulled at the sleeve of his military uniform. "I dunno, but it looks expensive. I think those boots are leather, and probably some sort of name brand. We could probably sell these for a lot."

To his complete humiliation, he felt himself being stripped, and a few moments later, he was laying in the cold snow in nothing but his underpants.

Someone grabbed him by the hair, and his head was forced up. "Think he'll live?" the man asked. "He looks pretty bad."

"Probably not, but we should make sure he can't rat us out to the police. They've been giving us a hard time lately, and I don't need assault charges on top of that." the leader answered.

Jedite couldn't seem to force his eyes open, but a second later he heard a 'shing' as the switchblade was brought out. Fiery pain erupted in the right of his chest, and he twitched, but was unable to move or make a sound.

"There, I stabbed him in the heart." the leader said. "Let's get out of here before someone sees us."

Jedite heard the group of men take off down the alley, and he took a deep, shuddering breath. All humans were absolute scum, and for the life of him he couldn't understand why Sailor Moon wanted to save them. There wasn't a single good thing about humanity, and they were just pathetic and violent little apes. The universe would be better off without humans to pollute it, and he vowed to purge the planet as soon as he was able.

The bitter cold stung his already sore and abused body, and Jedite knew he was likely going to freeze to death if he didn't bleed out first. As hard as he tried, he couldn't move, and he let out a soft groan of frustration. He was the first General of the Dark Kingdom, and he would not die this way! How could he allow himself to be killed by an idiot who didn't even know what side of the body the heart was in?

Clenching his fingers into the snow, he felt his body going numb from the cold, the pain lessening slightly. His face was too bruised and swollen to open his eyes, and had no idea what he was going to do. He could feel the darkness beginning to creep in, and he fought against it, knowing it meant death.

Suddenly he felt a warm hand touch his shoulder. "He's still alive, Mei." a man's voice announced.

He felt hands looking over his wounds, and he let out a small whine of protest.

"Just hold on, son. Try to stay awake for us, alright?" the man said. "Mei, go get Lee. We need to get him out of the snow before he freezes. Hurry!"

Jedite heard footsteps crunch away through the snow, and the gentle hands continued carefully looking over his cuts and bruises. He felt something heavy and warm draped over him, and the man very, very carefully shifted him so he was no longer laying directly in the snow. The heaviness of sleep began pulling at him, and he heard a few muffled voices talking over him. As he felt himself lifted, he lost the battle and fell unconscious, completely at the world's mercy.

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