Author's Note: It's me again, Jazz7! :) I'm back again, and this time with a new collection of crossovers. Sailor Moon crossovers that is. ;) One-shots are hard for me to make, but I'll try. It's been years since someone requested an Inuyasha/Sailor Moon crossover. But that's not all that is in this volume of one-shots! There's a lot more too.
I hope you'll enjoy this and won't regret reading another impulse work of mine.
Rose Garden
1st Story:
VHD/SM Crossover
Title: Rose Garden
Summary: Before disaster, two unlikely people meet under the light of the moon.
The four planets of protection, the four symbols of life.
Out of all of them, the two closest to me have always been Death and Time.
He had lost his way, stumbling over a patch of roses grown out of their beds. This wasn't exactly the best way to make an entrance, or an exit.
He had known they wouldn't listen to him, or rather his father's, foolish requests for the Noble community. And why should they? They who had ruled over humans for centuries untold, even before the great calamity that had brought humanity into their hands.
He hated his father for giving him this mission. Why him? Of all people he hated them the most. Nobles with their snotty airs and ways. They thought they ruled the world simply because they were more powerful. And most of all he hated his father. A man that had only raised him on a whim. A man that had forced his mother to continuously suffer in silence. He hated humans. They were too weak to even put up resistance. Instead they cowered before him and lowered their heads and wills at his every desire.
But most of all, he hated himself. The weak him that could only stand by and watch as this world spiraled into its inevitable end.
"Damn..." Another patch of roses. He had wandered too far, almost into Camila's garden. Not a very fetching place to have a meeting on national security with its pleasure palaces and fancy landscapes.
Roses, he was lost in a garden of roses. Incredibly, his legs hurt from walking and his hands hurt from the effort of dragging himself around another corner in this labyrinth like maze of gardens and pillars and—
There was the moon.
He stopped and rubbed his hands together. It was cold. Adjusting his glasses, which he only wore to make himself look different from his father, he took them off and pinched the bridge of his nose. He had never been this weary before.
"Are you lost, milord?"
Startled, he dropped the glasses and they shattered at his feet.
"Milord? D—"
"Stop."
It was a female voice. Husky. Fathomless like the night. He couldn't see all of her, as she had placed herself behind him, but her shadow blended with his. Long hair, evening dress. And she knew part of his real name. Which had surprised him more than her sudden appearance.
"Milord? Are you—"
"Who are you?"
His voice carried a defensive note. Rude and arrogant. Like his father. He bit his lip against the onset of another headache. Not again... The burden of being a half-breed.
A half-breed that would amount to no more than his father's errand boy.
He closed his eyes against the new pain that train of thought brought up and continued trying to massage away the migraine growing between his eyes.
"Let me make myself clear, I do not like spies. Now, who are you?"
"... This is more I have heard you say, milord, than in a century of silence."
He turned around, quickly. "Who are you!?"
The night greeted him.
Rose. Her eyes were the color of roses. Red roses. They were surrounded in a garden of them.
Her skin was dark, a deep amber. And her clothes matched his in lack of color. A long black dress that hugged the curves of her body like a second skin. Taller than average for a woman, she looked straight at him without fear, carrying herself like a queen. In her hands was a scepter ending with a garnet encased in a heart.
No, not a scepter. A key.
"...I was hoping.... I was hoping I could talk to you, milord, before..."
She paused and brought her hand to her mouth, worry on her face. Worry for him, worry for her. Worry for everything. It touched him.
"...Before?"
"You died."
A sudden wind blew around them, throwing petals to the breeze.
"Me?"
She nodded and moved past him, sitting on the steps of a gazebo before him. She sat as if the world were on her shoulders.
"I wanted to met you before Saturn awakes."
Saturn?
"Before Silence falls. I have been watching you for so long, D."
Another breeze of wind ruffled her hair and she pulled it back in one smooth motion, never taking her eyes off of him.
"We have to talk."
"You say I will die?"
"Yes."
"And then you call me..."
"D." Setsuna, the name suddenly coming to his mind, interrupted. "Yes. You will die. In a way. But not now."
"Now?" It was so natural for her to call him that. He did not correct her.
"No. For now are the days before Silence. You asked who I am. Who do you think I am?"
The words came out of his mouth, unbidden: "Daughter of Chronos, Guardian of Time. One who holds the Dimensional Key and the gates of the Underworld in her hands."
Setsuna, Daughter of Chronos, nodded. "And who do you think you are?"
He bowed his head. Who was he? The question was disturbing. He had always thought of himself as either his father's son or his mother's son and aide. A researcher and politician, a scientist trying to stop the Nobles from their own foolish, lavish, death.
"I am..."
The Guardian of the Earth.
"!?"
Setsuna stood up and came to him, touching his face gently. They were so close. He could feel her heart. How calm it beat against his own frantic, irregular, heartbeats.
"You really love this planet...don't you?"
The planet... He had never considered his role in it until today.
"We are part of the earth. Our control over it has exhausted its power. We are no better than the humans we claim power over!"
His words from earlier. The same words which had be received with laughter and criticism.
"I don't know..."
Setsuna pulled away from him then, taking his hand and leading him toward the gazebo. "Then I shall help you."
She talked and he listened. She talked of planets and kingdoms, of wonders in the past that he could only dream of. Of things yet to come. Of things come to pass. About the rebirth of a kingdom.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes." That she was not human, and she was not Noble. She was something more powerful than that. And his mother...
Was Saturn.
"You are the Guardian of the Earth." Setsuna urged. "Yet, you are also the Sovereign of Silence. The child of the two."
"Sovereign of Silence..."
And suddenly he had a vision of a darker him. Of a man encased in black and power. Embraced by neither the light or the darkness. A slayer of what was once his own kind. A defender of the people carrying a weapon that would bring destruction.
And rebirth to the earth which he ruled.
"The Silence Glaive."
Another impulse. The words had left his mouth before he could stop them.
Setsuna nodded.
"My mother is..."
"Saturn's earthly body. She joined with your father to make you. We..."
Setsuna stood up. She looked up at the moon, her face impossibly sad. "...We were reborn on this earth. The earth that had joined with the moon long ago. We grew, fell in love, and died here. And when we were reborn again, when the promise that our Queen gave us at the first devastation came to pass once more, we forgot. The earth was too far, too gone to be reclaimed and the Crystal Tokyo that we had made breed monsters to feed on man. Our new Queen thought only of preserving life, and while it is not her fault, her intentions were only for good, this is our reality."
Setsuna turned to him, her eyes fierce. "We remembered. We of the Outer Planets, blessed with the lonely duty of defending the universe from afar, we remembered."
"Then why?"
"Why indeed?" Setsuna turned and gazed out at the roses. She bent and plucked one, the flesh of her fingers torn by the thorns.
"Ah!"
"Do not worry for me. The feelings in your heart are just echoes of that time. You gained what your mother lost, and in doing so you have the memories of our time together. She was like a sister to me. And a daughter. I could not help but watch over you." Setsuna looked to the rose in her hand and in one smooth motion crushed it, leaving rose petals and the scent of blood to float on the wind.
The city stirred beneath them.
"Only I remain."
Her words were lonely, embedded on his heart. The words of a person that could never, no matter how she wished, truly connect with another person. Could not belong in any space, time, or world. A loneliness that faced a thousand millenniums without end.
"Only I remain. Only I remember. I, the Guardian of Time, do not rest. Saturn forgot. She fell in love with your father and raised you."
He turned away, anger in his heart. "I... I don't believe that."
"No?"
"Yes! He's a monster! He made her... He's the one who made her what she is! Broken! He pushed her to continue to reproduce, regardless of the pain it caused her. My brothers... My sisters... He killed all of them!"
Setsuna was silent. Then she spoke, blood dripping from her hand all the while. "Why do you think that he kept you alive, then? If he is such a monster?"
He didn't have any words to counter her.
Setsuna leaned over and reached out a hand. With her injured finger, she wrote in blood on his forehead.
It burned. Like the touch of fire. There was a strange light, a sense that they occupied another space and time.
Setsuna answered the question for him. "Because you are special. Different. He could not kill you, because in you lies the means to end what he could not. To kill him."
"Kill... Him..."
"To start another world. I said you were the Guardian of the Earth. Who do you think your father is?"
I am the Ruler of this World... A world without her.
"He is...?"
Setsuna nodded. "You are both of them. Your mother's heir, your father's Sovereign of the Earth. Bringer of Silence! A warrior and one of both the Outer and the Inner court!"
Her voice echoed. The light ebbed. The light that spelled out his destiny.
His death. The symbol of the joining of the Earth and Saturn.
She took a step away from him and bowed at his feet.
"I have waited..." Her lonely voice broke. Her shoulders shook, not from tears that the world would end. No tears of sorrow. Because death is just another rebirth. "I have waited years for this day... My liege."
She held out her staff to him. Not the staff of time. He could see that now, but another staff.
"Only if..."
"Yes, my lord?"
"Only if I don't have to wear that ridiculous tuxedo."
So he left her. And the Scepter was now a Glaive.
(12/29/07—Rose Garden, End)