Disclaimer standards apply, I don't own Sailor Moon or Gundam wing. Kayla is a character of my own creation as is this plot.

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A/n: I am writing this based off some random ideas floating in my head. Though I'll say this now, this story should be unlike anything I normally write.so fair warning.

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Chapter 1

Warnings: Standard warning disclaimers apply, this story will have a high rating due to its content and nature. So considering this your warning

Eternal Sailor Moon stood unmoving at the space in front of her as tears begun to run down her face in two salty streams. Her friends and fellow senshi lie dying, or dead in front of her at the hands of the woman she'd come to know as Galixia. Her love, and husband-to-be had already died by this woman's hand. She could only on as her friends vanished before her eyes, becoming nothing but colored powder at her feet.

"Ami-chan, Mako-chan Minako-chan!" tore from dry and over used vocal cords as she had uttered the names of those whom had lost their lives in order to save her own. She had gone into such a shock, that she remained unmoving, unseeing as the world continued to spin around her.

"Time to die, Sailor moon!" Sailor Galxia, declared as she hovered over the quivering mass that had once been the strong and cheerful woman known as Eternal Sailor moon. Quick as a flash, Galxia struck, but Sailor Moon did not receive any damage nor did she feel the blade anywhere remotely near her flesh.

"Seiya!" the grief-streaken girl managed to scream as the form of Sailor star fighter feel in a limp heap at her feet. She had no time to react, as the woman had blocked the hit faster than the white and gold senshi could react.

"You killed him." Sailor moon cried her voice reflective of the pain and betrayl she felt at that very moment. Her eyes flashed silver as her body begun to transform of its own accord. Her normally sparky brown eyes held no emotion as she staired blankly at the form of Glaxia who brought her wepon down on the unsuspecting senshi. The broken girl spoke not a word as her senshi fuku vanished leaving her in a pair of white angel-like wings. The golden upturned moon blazing on her forehead while on her now-bare chest rested a silver rose, the silver crystal, Sailor moon's star seed to be exact. Any attacks struck at this moment became blocked.

Galxia reflexively sprouted her own black wings rivaling in comparison to Sailor moons made of pure white. She flew into the sky, Sailor moon fallowing her in her path. The two figures clashing as they exchanged blows, taking the battle deep into outer space. Neither party backing down as they continued their dance of death.

On the ground, a figure stopped as a streak of silver flashed through her very limited line of sight. :the battle has begun.: she thought knowing the end would soon come. And, if she wished to prevent it from becoming a swift end for those in outer space and Earth in kind, she would have no choice but to fallow suit. Knowing all of this, she allowed a pair of gold wings to sprout freely from her back, before lifting off to join those battling in the skies above. Though the woman could only pray she had not made it too late.

"Why won't you die already Sailor Moon!" Sailor Galxia screeched as she launched yet another attack at the now nude form of sailor moon, this attack causing her to scream out in pain.

Eternal sailor moon, Now sailor cosmos clinched her eyes against the pain, acting as a barrier to prevent the attack from spreading, unaware, that their epic battle could be seen. She didn't care how long it took, or how much more pain she'd have to endure, but she did plan on dying right there right then. She would not –no could not let Earth fall to the hands of evil, nor would she allow her friend's death's be in vain. Any hope she had faded when Seiya had given her life in order to save her. Her anger boiling caused the white-winged senshi to fly forward, continuing the battle.

A beam of blue light entered the girl's vision for only a moment before the silver crystal reacted enveloping her in a cloke of silver-white light. Not only did this serve to act as a protective shield by the laser, but it countered it, killing Chaos and Galxia in the process.

The large battle ship shook with the impact of the explosion, Sailor Moon's silver crystal had created. Anyone standing instantly fell to the floor or had been slammed against the nearest wall rendering them unconscious. A man stood staring with wide eyes at the view screan in front of him to allow him to view the world outside the massive ship. He could see streaks of silver and black, paying it no mind thinking it to be mobile suits, or to be mobile dolls at the very least, as there was fighting going on all around him. But, what had taken him by surprise, was when the silver light engulfed everything, blinding him, as the explosion sounded that had caused the entire ship to quake.

When his vision had finally cleared, and the ship had stopped rocking, he dared to stand, staring into outer space. Both the silver and black lights had vanished, or so it had appeared. "Report the damages." the silver-haired man demanded needing a status report after an attack such as that. The fact he had missed hitting his intended target forgotten in the moment.

"Leabra's main beam cannon has been completely destroyed. It also has appeared, that the explosion had also forced us of coarse, and sent us flying in reverse." reported one of the men who still remained among the living or awake.

"That's impossible." the silver-haired main replied staring in utter and complete shock. Yet, despite his words, the man's report had been correct. "Get us back on corse!" he barked, and the man nodded doing so.

"Mr. Millardo, what will you do?" a woman asked as her gaze drifted to the white-haired man who'd just taken a seat.

"You need not concern yourself, Dorthy, whatever caused this disturbance appears to have vanished upon impact." the man replied placing his hands folded under his chin in deep thought. He had hoped, that that had been the case, or so it appeared, but several years in the military had taught him to look past the obvious.

"Somethings coming up on radar sir, but I can't seem to be able to detect what it is." an officer stated pulling up an image on the viewing monitor in front of him. "We can't identify it, but it appears to be to small to be a mobile suit, or doll sir."

"Then get rid of it. Send out some mobile dolls to fight it." Millardo ordered.

"Right away." the officer replied before giving out the order.

The girl whom had chosen to fallow Sailor moon had been tossed about, and lost track of the young woman during the explosion. It had sent her spinning out of control, and she tried desperattly to gain some form of control, but found this task to be much easier said then done. The sounds of gunfire only adding to her current distress. If being blind hadn't been bad enough, try trying to fly in space, and not get disoranated by the sounds of gunfire being aimed right for her. Holding her head in pain, the girl had no choice but to crash right into what appeared to be a docking bay of some kind. Her clothing and wings had vanished upon impact leaving her clad in a t-shirt and shorts of some kind that she'd been in before she'd chosen to transform. The impact had also caused her to black out, thus giving her no memory of making contact with any solid objects of any kind.

Officers rushed offering aid to the girl, not knowing where she had come from. The only sign that she was alive, was the slow rise and fall of her chest. Doctors had quickly given her a quick once-over, but could not find anything wrong with her, save from a hole in her head that looked that it had been there her entire life. They would have to wait until she awoke, before being able to determine what exactly the extent of the damage might have been. Externally, the girl appeared to have suffered minnor damage, hardly anything to be concerned over, internally, the damage appeared to lie in her brain, but also appeared to have been there over some years. So as for how she'd gotten to be there, they hadn't a clue.

Sailor Moon floated in space with no particular place in mind to go. She felt empty lost, in fact, she couldn't tell you if she were dead or alive. But yet, she continued on, With luck she would die, and that would be the end of it. Yet, it appeared as if life would not grant her such a request. Perhaps fate had other plans for her.

On another space ship, a pair of women, and an elderly man observed the goings on around them. Their portion of space remained fairly quiet, and their opponents the white fang also appeared to be quiet, giving the pilots aboard a well-earned and more than well-deserved rest. "Somethings coming." a woman, with blond hair done up into two braids , stated as she eyed the object on the screan.

"In all my years, I have never seen anything like it." the elderly man replied staring disbelievingly at the object. Upon closer look, it looked to be a winged woman. Yet, she appeared to be sitting out there, floating, was she even alive? Or was it a new modeled mobile suit, just waiting for the right moment to strike? He could not be sure. Though given how the white fang tended to act, now would not be the time for taking chances. "We better alert the pilots of this possible threat." he continued his gaze locked on the image.

"You're right." the woman agreed as an alarm sounded. The sound echoed through the ship, sending the crew into a high alert mode. The five pilots in question, came rushing to the bridge to get an idea of what may have set it off. As far as they were aware, no mobile suits had come attacking them or challenge them, so why the urgency? It was then they saw it, heading streight for them. The appearance much clearer now, but not clear enough to determine weather this object were a threat, or a possible dead human. "Have you tried to establish contact?" One of the piliots asked, this one with light blond hair and bright blue eyes. His gaze remained still, as if trying to read the object from where he stood, as if reading a book.

"It's not responding, no movement, except for an occasional flicker from the wing's on its back." the braided woman informed.

"Any weapons or characteristics you know of?" another one inquired, his blue orbs fixed on the object. His gaze shifting slightly to meet the faces of his comrades as he awaited their reply.

"Nothing, nearest we can tell, the only thing we see are its wings.

"Roger that." the brown-haired boy stated, as he headed out wordlessly his comrades, or teammates fallowing behind him.

It had not taken all that long for the five pilots, to reach their target. The object in question had been much closer then the monitors would have suggested. Though remained to be puzzling just the same. Upon closer inspection, the details of the floating object became quite clear. It had been infact small, and appeared to look like a human. The largest differences that served to be cause for concern, were the white angel wings, and the upturned crescent moon. Also the stance chosen as well. The figure stood its arms hugging itself, as if trying to protect something on its chest. Yet, nothing to suggest it was in fact machine in nature.

"What is this thing?" One of the pilots questioned, this one with long brown hair going down his back.

"Its a human woman. Or, at least, it gives off emotions of a human woman." the one inblonde commented one hand holding his heart as the object's emotions seemed to be surging through him. "Destruction, death, pain, heart break, great losses." Those being only a few emotions the blonde picked up from her.

"Quatre I think you've lost it buddy. Its impossible." the man with the long brade declared.

"Whoever, or whatever this thing is, I will Kill it." came a cold, icey voice. As one of the mobile suits charged forward.

"Heero no please don't!" Quatre begged, but could only stair, as the person, or object opened its arms. There square in the center of its chest, hovering rested a rose-shapped crystal. Heero seeing this as a possible week point, moved to strike. But, his beam saber never made contact. The crystal reacted, protecting its holder

"Ami-chan, Rei-chan, Mako-chan, Minako-chan, Gomen Nasi Minna." came the voice of the white-wigged woman. "I did it, I defeated her, but Minna, I need you to come back. Onegai, I'm not strong, I can't do this. I'm so lonely." she pleated in a mix of rushed Japanese, and hysteria sobs.

Hearing her words, caused all five pilots to freeze in their tracks. Most of them in shock she'd even spoke, not all of them quite understanding what she had said. Though her eyes seemed the most unnerving of all. While they maintained their color, it had been dulled, as if she had witnessed something truly devastating. Quatre hunched over, as the pain in his chest grew his heart litterly aching Her emotions and pain kept flooding his vains making it difficult to sit up, let alone breathe.

Heero had every attention of striking her down, but one look into her eyes froze him dead in his tracks. He had seen several expressions on those he had kill, ranging from every emotion imagianable, but nothing quite like this. It was as if she were already dead and then some. He couldn't bring himself to do a single thing. His comrades also remained transfixed, the pain behind her words washing over them, making them question everything they had been doing over the past year.

Quatre had been able to recover, and had been the one to step out and approach the white-winged woman. He stood on the hand of his mobile suit, her back to him. "Please, come with us, we won't hurt you." he started. "You're not alone, we can help you."

Sailor Cosmos turned to face the one whom had spoken to her. His voice gentle and soothing, perhaps there was still hope, a way to find at least one of her friends. After all, Rei had managed to get separated from her and the rest, and part of her felt the mico was still alive. Tears filled the dead-looking orbs as she spoke, "Honto Ni?"

Quatre did not reply with words. He mearly extended a hand for the woman to take if she so chose. He could see that while small, a tiny spark of life and hope existed within her. It would not be easy, but he would try his best not to let that spark die. He watched her, as she slowly allowed one of her hands to make contact with his own. A small smile crossed his features as he had managed to pull her to the cockpit and inside to take her to peace million. After all little could be done just sitting there in the middle of space.

Inside, Sailor cosmos allowed her transformation to fade, leaving her clad in the school uniform she'd been before the battle had begun. The exhaustion she had suffered became edviant as she blacked out in Quatre's lap. The blond could do little to prevent this from happening, but at the same time thought it to be good for the girl at least. It would allow her time to take in everything that had happened and hopfully allow her to deal with it, so she could be questioned on it at a later time. Though finding her made him question several things himself. His fellow pilots seemingly to share simular reactions, but non willing to admit it.