Hi! I'm a newbie fanfic writer, and I look forward to your reviews. Don't
flame me too much, this is my first ever fic. But yes, Disclaimer: I do not
own Gundam Wing, Sailor Moon, or any other anime. I do own this story and
whatever wierd plot I may concoct up! Right! Erm, this is based off a wierd
dream I had on Makoto... And I haven't figured out a title yet, but I
should be able to!
PROLOGUE
It was raining. And Makoto was depressed. It was supposed to be summer in Japan. Sweltering. And yet, it was raining. And Makoto was depressed. Strange, that. The rain seemed to depress Makoto. It rained a lot. She was almost always depressed. These days, at least.
The senshi had discussed the rain. It was strange, how the clouds gathered so quickly, and the rain fell so suddenly.
~
"This isn't right. It can't be the Negaverse."
"What makes you think so, Rei-chan?" Asked Ami.
"I don't sense any evil. But... I can sense this, without even consulting the fire. The negaverse is an entire different universe. It's not natural within this one. Except this...It's not normal, no. But it's...natural, and not natural. No one's forcing the rain to fall, I think. This isn't some sort of spell to control the weather. But if it isn't, I don't know what it is." Rei said, frustrated."It's not nature at work, not exactly, so it's not natural. But the fire's not worried. It knows it's different, but it doesn't consider what's happening as harmful. I don't know what to think of it! I mean, it FEELS natural to me, but I know it's NOT!" Rei tried to explain, but she somehow couldn't translate her feelings into words.
"Are you sure it isn't some subtle way of affecting us?" Makoto asked. "I always seem to be so down when it rains. As if it's influencing my emotions."
"It might be." Ami said. "I hadn't thought of that. We'll have to take samples of the rain, and I'll have to perform some tests. But I don't think it affects myself negatively. Puzzles me yes, but depressed? Usagi, Minako?"
"Nope," Their cheerful little bunny said. "I haven't felt down at all, except when I thought me and Mamo-chan would have to cancel our date 'cos of the rain, but we didn't at all! We just went to a movie instead, and-" Ami coughed politely. "Oh. Oh! Sorry, Ma- I mean Ami-chan." Usagi said, blushing. Makoto ignored the oblique reference to her recent breakup. "Oh, I got school tomorrow, I don't wanna goooOOOooo, my life sucks!" She'd exclaimed forcefully, depressed once removed from the subject of Mamoru. "I didn't do my homework, and its TOO COLD to get out of bed so I'm even later than usual, and -"
~
Makoto smiled. Usagi was Usagi. She then scowled at herself. How is it, Kino Makoto, that you hate her and love her? She asked herself forcefully.
I don't hate her! I can't hate her! She's my Princess and I've died for her and she's put her faith in me. So how can I allow myself to hate her?
She sighed. Makoto didn't hate Usagi. I just wish I was like her. Was that it? A little, but not quite.
I envy her. She sat herself down at the table, even as she regarded her pot plants. They were definitely benefitting from the strange blessing of summer this year. Did she envy Usagi?
Yes.
But why? Kami knew Usagi didn't have the greatest of lives, not only fighting evil but being the target of evil and surviving attempted killings and kidnappings every other day. She wielded the awesome power of the Ginzuishou, the Silver Crystal of the Silver Millennium, possibly the most powerful object in the universe, excepting Setsuna's Time Staff - or was that Garnet Rod? - and in doing so drained herself, knowing that to use the crystal to it's full effectiveness, her senshi would have to die so she could access the powers of the Planets. That she had full control over her friends' lives.
Oh. And she had the soul mate destined for her throughout eternity. Within the Ginzuishou, the ability to ensure that not one of her loved ones would be harmed, or age and die. A daughter. Makoto herself had given up the gift of fertility. Setsuna wasn't sure how it had happened, but Makoto simply hadn't gone through puberty. Which was strange. And even if she did have children, they'd grow old and die, with her husband and her other loved ones. Usagi didn't have to give up her life to the duty of protecting her one charge, Usagi was the one being protected.
Are you saying you wouldn't protect her? A voice asked at the back of her head.
No! I just wish I had a choice. And a life other than a senshi. But I don't.
Why not?
I came to Juuban because my dreams led me here. To be a senshi. I don't have family, or - anyone to live a life with. So being a senshi is all I have, isn't it?
And if you could be something else?
I wouldn't. I love my magic. And she did.
Is it magic that makes a senshi?
Isn't it?
Is your magic-just something given to you so you can protect your princess? Is such a special gift just for that one thing? Is this all you were born to live for? Is everything thing you do dedicated towards this one thing? Your duty? Is this a life?
Makoto didn't have an answer to that.
And to think, Usagi could hate her life.
The rain fell harder, even as her thoughts grew more foreboding. It was a good thing she skipped out on the arcade trip the other girls were planning. She'd probably just worry them with her stupid thoughts.
PROLOGUE
It was raining. And Makoto was depressed. It was supposed to be summer in Japan. Sweltering. And yet, it was raining. And Makoto was depressed. Strange, that. The rain seemed to depress Makoto. It rained a lot. She was almost always depressed. These days, at least.
The senshi had discussed the rain. It was strange, how the clouds gathered so quickly, and the rain fell so suddenly.
~
"This isn't right. It can't be the Negaverse."
"What makes you think so, Rei-chan?" Asked Ami.
"I don't sense any evil. But... I can sense this, without even consulting the fire. The negaverse is an entire different universe. It's not natural within this one. Except this...It's not normal, no. But it's...natural, and not natural. No one's forcing the rain to fall, I think. This isn't some sort of spell to control the weather. But if it isn't, I don't know what it is." Rei said, frustrated."It's not nature at work, not exactly, so it's not natural. But the fire's not worried. It knows it's different, but it doesn't consider what's happening as harmful. I don't know what to think of it! I mean, it FEELS natural to me, but I know it's NOT!" Rei tried to explain, but she somehow couldn't translate her feelings into words.
"Are you sure it isn't some subtle way of affecting us?" Makoto asked. "I always seem to be so down when it rains. As if it's influencing my emotions."
"It might be." Ami said. "I hadn't thought of that. We'll have to take samples of the rain, and I'll have to perform some tests. But I don't think it affects myself negatively. Puzzles me yes, but depressed? Usagi, Minako?"
"Nope," Their cheerful little bunny said. "I haven't felt down at all, except when I thought me and Mamo-chan would have to cancel our date 'cos of the rain, but we didn't at all! We just went to a movie instead, and-" Ami coughed politely. "Oh. Oh! Sorry, Ma- I mean Ami-chan." Usagi said, blushing. Makoto ignored the oblique reference to her recent breakup. "Oh, I got school tomorrow, I don't wanna goooOOOooo, my life sucks!" She'd exclaimed forcefully, depressed once removed from the subject of Mamoru. "I didn't do my homework, and its TOO COLD to get out of bed so I'm even later than usual, and -"
~
Makoto smiled. Usagi was Usagi. She then scowled at herself. How is it, Kino Makoto, that you hate her and love her? She asked herself forcefully.
I don't hate her! I can't hate her! She's my Princess and I've died for her and she's put her faith in me. So how can I allow myself to hate her?
She sighed. Makoto didn't hate Usagi. I just wish I was like her. Was that it? A little, but not quite.
I envy her. She sat herself down at the table, even as she regarded her pot plants. They were definitely benefitting from the strange blessing of summer this year. Did she envy Usagi?
Yes.
But why? Kami knew Usagi didn't have the greatest of lives, not only fighting evil but being the target of evil and surviving attempted killings and kidnappings every other day. She wielded the awesome power of the Ginzuishou, the Silver Crystal of the Silver Millennium, possibly the most powerful object in the universe, excepting Setsuna's Time Staff - or was that Garnet Rod? - and in doing so drained herself, knowing that to use the crystal to it's full effectiveness, her senshi would have to die so she could access the powers of the Planets. That she had full control over her friends' lives.
Oh. And she had the soul mate destined for her throughout eternity. Within the Ginzuishou, the ability to ensure that not one of her loved ones would be harmed, or age and die. A daughter. Makoto herself had given up the gift of fertility. Setsuna wasn't sure how it had happened, but Makoto simply hadn't gone through puberty. Which was strange. And even if she did have children, they'd grow old and die, with her husband and her other loved ones. Usagi didn't have to give up her life to the duty of protecting her one charge, Usagi was the one being protected.
Are you saying you wouldn't protect her? A voice asked at the back of her head.
No! I just wish I had a choice. And a life other than a senshi. But I don't.
Why not?
I came to Juuban because my dreams led me here. To be a senshi. I don't have family, or - anyone to live a life with. So being a senshi is all I have, isn't it?
And if you could be something else?
I wouldn't. I love my magic. And she did.
Is it magic that makes a senshi?
Isn't it?
Is your magic-just something given to you so you can protect your princess? Is such a special gift just for that one thing? Is this all you were born to live for? Is everything thing you do dedicated towards this one thing? Your duty? Is this a life?
Makoto didn't have an answer to that.
And to think, Usagi could hate her life.
The rain fell harder, even as her thoughts grew more foreboding. It was a good thing she skipped out on the arcade trip the other girls were planning. She'd probably just worry them with her stupid thoughts.