Hi everyone! This is not my first attempt at fanfiction, but it is my
first Seiya and Usagi story (I've been meaning to write this for a long
time now.) Umm, it's not very long yet, but hopefully I will find time to
add on to it soon. Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy it.
Rebuilding a Life
Princess Serenity had been perfect.
She was the epitome of perfection-- the daughter of the moon goddess, the beloved princess of the Silver Millennium. Regal in life, even her death had been graceful, all things considered. All in all, the ultimate woman, one that anyone could aspire to be like.
I--Tsukino Usagi-- am not perfect.
I am a self-described crybaby. Clumsy, rash, tardy and decidedly anything but regal or royal, living up to my former life as the Tsuki no Princess is nearly impossible for me. Serenity hadn't made mistakes; however, I have made many. And now I realize that I have made the greatest mistake of my life. That is, believing that Mamo-chan and the others would come back.
"I'm so sorry," Galaxia had said, choking on her sobs after I freed her from the influence of Chaos. "I can't-- the starseeds... I can't bring back the sailor senshi! It's impossible..."
I heard Galaxia speak the words, but didn't fathom their meaning right away. They hadn't sunk in until at least a few minutes later. And then, the full impact hit me like an explosion.
I could only manage to point a trembling finger at Sailor Starfighter, who was looking equally shocked, her features full of an unwillingness to accept this heart-wrenching turn of events.
"You lied," I said to her shakily, hot tears pouring down my cheeks.
"What?" Fighter breathed, not comprehending.
"You lied," I repeated. "You told me that if I believed, nobody was truly gone. I believed. My faith was stronger than you can imagine. But you were wrong! Rei-chan, Ami-chan, Mako-chan, Minako-chan. They're never coming back. Haruka-san, Michiru-san, Setsuna-san, Hotaru-chan. I'll never see them again, never. Mamo-chan... Mamo-chan is gone forever!" I sobbed, unable to stop myself from screaming the words in pain. "I had nothing to believe in! You lied!"
When I said that, I knew that Fighter--and Healer and Maker, for that matter-- were probably in just as much despair as I was. The Starlights had lost their Princess forever, and lost with her all hope of rebuilding their world. They had nothing left. But then again, neither did I. And it was all because I had made the dire error of believing. I wanted to die, I wished I were dead. And it was all Fighter's fault.
Yes, all Fighter's fault. There I was, nude, vulnerable, and crying so hard that I was sure that my tears would dry out. And she... she, despite the harsh words I had flung at her, just held me with strong, reassuring arms.
Rebuilding a Life
Princess Serenity had been perfect.
She was the epitome of perfection-- the daughter of the moon goddess, the beloved princess of the Silver Millennium. Regal in life, even her death had been graceful, all things considered. All in all, the ultimate woman, one that anyone could aspire to be like.
I--Tsukino Usagi-- am not perfect.
I am a self-described crybaby. Clumsy, rash, tardy and decidedly anything but regal or royal, living up to my former life as the Tsuki no Princess is nearly impossible for me. Serenity hadn't made mistakes; however, I have made many. And now I realize that I have made the greatest mistake of my life. That is, believing that Mamo-chan and the others would come back.
"I'm so sorry," Galaxia had said, choking on her sobs after I freed her from the influence of Chaos. "I can't-- the starseeds... I can't bring back the sailor senshi! It's impossible..."
I heard Galaxia speak the words, but didn't fathom their meaning right away. They hadn't sunk in until at least a few minutes later. And then, the full impact hit me like an explosion.
I could only manage to point a trembling finger at Sailor Starfighter, who was looking equally shocked, her features full of an unwillingness to accept this heart-wrenching turn of events.
"You lied," I said to her shakily, hot tears pouring down my cheeks.
"What?" Fighter breathed, not comprehending.
"You lied," I repeated. "You told me that if I believed, nobody was truly gone. I believed. My faith was stronger than you can imagine. But you were wrong! Rei-chan, Ami-chan, Mako-chan, Minako-chan. They're never coming back. Haruka-san, Michiru-san, Setsuna-san, Hotaru-chan. I'll never see them again, never. Mamo-chan... Mamo-chan is gone forever!" I sobbed, unable to stop myself from screaming the words in pain. "I had nothing to believe in! You lied!"
When I said that, I knew that Fighter--and Healer and Maker, for that matter-- were probably in just as much despair as I was. The Starlights had lost their Princess forever, and lost with her all hope of rebuilding their world. They had nothing left. But then again, neither did I. And it was all because I had made the dire error of believing. I wanted to die, I wished I were dead. And it was all Fighter's fault.
Yes, all Fighter's fault. There I was, nude, vulnerable, and crying so hard that I was sure that my tears would dry out. And she... she, despite the harsh words I had flung at her, just held me with strong, reassuring arms.