Wasurenagusa
By A. Shinsei
Contact: anastasia@lasoldier.com
Archived at: Platina - http://www.lasoldier.com/platina/
Begun on: August 22, 2001
Sailor Moon Alt Reality Fic
Rating: PG-13 (for madness and other pleasant themes ^_^;)
Authors Notes: None really, except to tell you that the title means
'Forget-Me-Not'.
Muchos gracias to Antigone for her wonderful insight, extraordinary
proof-reading talents, kind words of encouragement, and wisdom about how
we need bishes, and dedicated to Mere-chan for the wonderful obsession
she's spread with full intent. LOL!
Disclaimers: Come on now. I don't own anything. Not even this computer!
Just the sad little floppy this story's being typed on. ;_;
Summary: The past, present, and future are connected by a thin line.
What will it take to keep that line from breaking apart?
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*Prologue*
Cold.
That was the first thing she remembered as she awakened. It was the kind of cold
that seeped deep into the bones and chilled your body inside and out. So cold, that
you couldn't warm yourself up no matter how much you tried. She curled into a
tight little ball, hoping it would force the cold out of her body.
She could remember a few instances when she had experienced such cold but none
as vividly as when she laid in the arms of a madman who had so desperately tried
to claim her heart and her mind so utterly and completely that she nearly lost
herself in the process. But, it was getting worse as of late. Fragments of emotion
she hadn't allowed herself to feel or remember began to seep through to the
present. Pangs of regret, sorrow, and something else she couldn't quite identify. Or
maybe didn't want to.
She was going to be sick.
With a shuddering groan, Usagi roused herself enough to drag her body out of bed
and trudge down the hall to her computer. It was really best not to think of such
things so early in the morning, or so she tried to convince herself. She had a pile of
messages to wade through, not counting the many e-mails she would have to sort
through before getting to the more pertinent ones.
Usagi quickly turned the switch and patiently waited the hard drive to boot up. As
she waited, she leaned back into her chair and let her mind wander about. What
had brought that old memory back?
Usagi sighed and tiredly rubbed her face. Lately, there had been a strange
undercurrent running through herself and the people closest to her. She'd felt it for
a long time and noted with a twinge of annoyance that they hadn't tried to cover
their tracks very well. Most people assumed that, because she still had that quality
of lightheartedness, Usagi would still be about as perceptive as an innocent little
child. She'd already sensed something had been wrong with Hotaru and Setsuna
but there was little she could do about the Guardians at the moment. Their first
duty was to the well being of the Universe, then to her. And considering their
positions as the Senshi of Death and of Time, Hotaru and Setsuna held the most
fearsome positions of the Sailor Senshi. The only one to oppose them would be
herself, the representative of life.
Wait. Usagi stopped herself with increasing uneasiness. He had never wanted to
truly hurt her, only the one who did dare to claim her heart for centuries past. The
poor man had only been an unwitting fool with it came to the cold machinations of
a disease that had somehow managed to manifest itself into a sentient being.
She then let a small mirthless smile cross her face. Of madmen and machinations.
Where had she heard that phrase before? Usagi shrugged and returned to her
routine.
The young woman sat up and began reading her e-mail. There would be time to
contemplate this later on today. For now, she would enjoy the normalcy of
performing such a menial task. She sensed that it might be one of the last times
she would be allowed to do so.
*End Prologue*
By A. Shinsei
Contact: anastasia@lasoldier.com
Archived at: Platina - http://www.lasoldier.com/platina/
Begun on: August 22, 2001
Sailor Moon Alt Reality Fic
Rating: PG-13 (for madness and other pleasant themes ^_^;)
Authors Notes: None really, except to tell you that the title means
'Forget-Me-Not'.
Muchos gracias to Antigone for her wonderful insight, extraordinary
proof-reading talents, kind words of encouragement, and wisdom about how
we need bishes, and dedicated to Mere-chan for the wonderful obsession
she's spread with full intent. LOL!
Disclaimers: Come on now. I don't own anything. Not even this computer!
Just the sad little floppy this story's being typed on. ;_;
Summary: The past, present, and future are connected by a thin line.
What will it take to keep that line from breaking apart?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*Prologue*
Cold.
That was the first thing she remembered as she awakened. It was the kind of cold
that seeped deep into the bones and chilled your body inside and out. So cold, that
you couldn't warm yourself up no matter how much you tried. She curled into a
tight little ball, hoping it would force the cold out of her body.
She could remember a few instances when she had experienced such cold but none
as vividly as when she laid in the arms of a madman who had so desperately tried
to claim her heart and her mind so utterly and completely that she nearly lost
herself in the process. But, it was getting worse as of late. Fragments of emotion
she hadn't allowed herself to feel or remember began to seep through to the
present. Pangs of regret, sorrow, and something else she couldn't quite identify. Or
maybe didn't want to.
She was going to be sick.
With a shuddering groan, Usagi roused herself enough to drag her body out of bed
and trudge down the hall to her computer. It was really best not to think of such
things so early in the morning, or so she tried to convince herself. She had a pile of
messages to wade through, not counting the many e-mails she would have to sort
through before getting to the more pertinent ones.
Usagi quickly turned the switch and patiently waited the hard drive to boot up. As
she waited, she leaned back into her chair and let her mind wander about. What
had brought that old memory back?
Usagi sighed and tiredly rubbed her face. Lately, there had been a strange
undercurrent running through herself and the people closest to her. She'd felt it for
a long time and noted with a twinge of annoyance that they hadn't tried to cover
their tracks very well. Most people assumed that, because she still had that quality
of lightheartedness, Usagi would still be about as perceptive as an innocent little
child. She'd already sensed something had been wrong with Hotaru and Setsuna
but there was little she could do about the Guardians at the moment. Their first
duty was to the well being of the Universe, then to her. And considering their
positions as the Senshi of Death and of Time, Hotaru and Setsuna held the most
fearsome positions of the Sailor Senshi. The only one to oppose them would be
herself, the representative of life.
Wait. Usagi stopped herself with increasing uneasiness. He had never wanted to
truly hurt her, only the one who did dare to claim her heart for centuries past. The
poor man had only been an unwitting fool with it came to the cold machinations of
a disease that had somehow managed to manifest itself into a sentient being.
She then let a small mirthless smile cross her face. Of madmen and machinations.
Where had she heard that phrase before? Usagi shrugged and returned to her
routine.
The young woman sat up and began reading her e-mail. There would be time to
contemplate this later on today. For now, she would enjoy the normalcy of
performing such a menial task. She sensed that it might be one of the last times
she would be allowed to do so.
*End Prologue*