Hello mina san! This is my first Sailor Moon fanfic, though it is not my overall first fic. I have been toying with the idea of writing a SM fanfic, but I suppose I did not have the proper inspiration. So! please enjoy, read and review. Will it follow canon? To a certain degree I suppose. I haven't really thought about it yet. I just wanted to see what people thought of it so far. If you are a stickler for details and do not enjoy a story unless it perfectly follows one of the many different SM's out there, get over yourself. I do not want your reviews if you are going to complain about how things are different from canon. If you have questions, great! If they are question about whether or not I meant to stick to the actual series and it was just a slip up, also great! Otherwise do not complain to me because the story is not going the way you want (although you can certainly wish for it to be so, kinda like we all have in the actual series...hence the reason we write fanfic...) You want a story to go exactly how you envision? Write it yourself. This is MY story to play with, though I did not create the original characters. Pyros beware my flame retardent rock hammer. Be nice, and I might mention you in the next chapter.

TabbyKit


"Usagi, Usagi, wake up."

Sweet darkness surrounded her vision. Everywhere she looked nothing existed. Every once in awhile though a bright light would spear her vision. The light would pulse with a name. Was it her name? That she was not sure about. In reality she could not remember much. Just the feeling of intense pain. She knew she liked the darkness though. The darkness did not hurt. To be honest it did not soothe either, but the absence of pain was what mattered.

"Please Usagi, wake up. We need you."

All she knew about the light for sure was that it brought pain, and immense memories of pain with it. She did not like the light. So she simply stayed away, and did not answer.

"Please……"

What the cause of the pain was, she could not tell. The light tried to pull at her, tried to bring her closer. She kept backing up, further into the empty darkness. She wanted desperately for the light to go away. She felt that she would be both happy and sad if the light never came back, but the need to be happy overrode the sadness and desire to reach out for the light. Relaxing back into the darkness she pondered her thoughts. "Why do I not like the light?" The lack of concrete memory bothered her to some degree. "Why does thinking about the light conjure up memories of pain? I shall not think about the light then. The darkness is much better for me, I think." With that thought she turned her back on the light as best she could and shut it out.

Minako turned to the resident nurse. "When will the Doctor come back?" she asked tiredly.

"In a few hours. He has to make his other rounds before he checks on her again. But as I have already told you, there has been no change." Answered the nurse.

"Oh. Thank you." Minako turned back to the prone blonde lying beside her. Placing her hand over the unmoving one on the bed, she began her telepathic probing once more. Reaching past the first barriers of the mind she began her calling again. "Usagi. Your body has healed. You won't be in pain when you wake up, please come back."

Turning her head toward the light unwillingly she saw that it had gotten brighter. "Why will it not leave me alone?" This time, and the last few times, the light was yellow. "That is strange. I know that it has not always been yellow." Moving cautiously towards the light, she examined it from a safe distance. Cocking her head to the side inquisitively she thought about it. "Before this the light was red. I am sure of it. And before that it was blue, and green." Furrowing her brow in confusion she continued her thoughts. There was one form of light that she could not describe to herself, just that it was familiar, and filled her with more desire and pain then the other lights. While lost in her thoughts the light began moving closer. Looking up just before it reached her, she screamed. "NO!!!" Turning her back on it she ran further into the darkness. She ran until she felt she would collapse from exhaustion, though she had the sensation of being something other than a physical form.

Feeling a subtle change in the girl Minako tried to dive deeper along the connection all the scouts had with their princess. As soon as she hit the next level in the mind she felt as though a steel wall had slammed into her body. The connection broken, she was thrown backwards out of her chair. Lying still on the floor catching her breath Minako couldn't understand what just happened. "I've never felt that before." She murmered. "Better call the scouts."

After running for what seemed like an eternity, she stopped and opened her eyes. What she saw astonished her. Floating everywhere in the darkness were many tiny faceted shards. They reminded her of puzzle pieces, though why she knew what a puzzle piece was she did not know. Each had a jagged edge to it that she was sure fit with another of its kind. Walking slowly through the floating pieces she spied a pedestal in the darkness. It reached up just past her waist and was covered in a beautiful shimmering silver cloth. Nestled in the center of the cloth was a one of the shards, though this one was rounded and held a liquid inside of it. The rounded shard was about the size of her palm, and the clear liquid inside trembled at her approach. Reaching her hand out towards it she brushed the surface with her fingertip. She was instantly caught within memories, though what they meant she did not know. She saw before her the shards as a whole round shining crystal, a crystal that on the surface appeared perfect. Looking closer she noticed that there was a crack in the top of the crystal. She became aware that a clear liquid was falling on the crystal in small droplets. Some of those droplets slipped inside the crystal, beginning to fill it up. "Is this rain that I am seeing?" Before long the droplets turned into a steady drizzle moving quickly into a thorough downpour. Within a short amount of time the crystal was filled to the brim. A feeling of dread washed over her as the rain kept falling relentlessly. The crystal started trembling violently as the rain continued to drench it, forcing more and more liquid into it. Within moments the trembling increased, and the crystal shattered. The clear substance flew everywhere along with the shards of the crystal. Slowly the mist and her vision cleared as the memory ended. Before her once again was the broken crystal and the remaining liquid inside. Bringing her finger up to her lips she tasted the liquid. Gasping she fell to her knees. Tears. The clear liquid that had burst the crystal was made up of tears. Staring at her hand one thought crossed her mind before she gave in to despair. "These are mytears."