I'M BACK!!!! Yes, I've returned with a brand spanking new fic. It's still in the works though but I hope to have more soon.
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not mine...sadly...
A figure slowly walked forward, a staff thudding on the ground. A dark brown robe covered his body, the hood obscuring his face. Rain poured down from the sky, turning the dirt into mud. The figure continued on, his sandals squelching in the mud.
He rounded a corner and saw a burly figure ripping the throat out of a knight. The priest stopped as the figure let the knight fall to the ground. The figure turned and laughed at the priest. "You think to stop me boy?" he laughed.
The priest stared steadily at the figure. "Your reign of evil has ended."
The man laughed. "I think not," he returned, a ball of flame appearing in his hand. "This world will be mine." His eyes narrowed when the priest began chanting. He hurled the flame at the priest, killing the holy man. The man began laughing. "I am invincible!!" he laughed.
"I think not," a new voice said. The man turned and watched as a figure emerged from a beam of light.
"I was wondering if any of you would be brave enough to stop me," he smirked. He pulled a sword out and leveled it at the newcomer.
White wings spread on the figure's back. A sword was pulled free as gold and silver armor appeared on the angel. "You will not rule this world!"
"You cannot stop me!!" he bellowed and charged in.
The angel smirked and the two began fighting fiercely, sparks flying from their swords with each clash. The two were evenly matched at first, but it soon became apparent that the evil figure was gaining the upper hand.
The angel screamed in pain as her wings were severed from his back. A gasp quickly followed the scream as the evil man had plunged his sword into the angel's stomach. The angel coughed out blood, looking weakly up at the man.
"I told you that you couldn't stop me," he smirked.
She looked up at him, a grin on her face. "I…wasn't trying…to stop you…only…distract you…"
He frowned. "What?" he demanded when a sharp pain ripped through his body. "What…is…this?" he snarled as his body began decaying.
The angel smirked. "Your fate. You will…be sealed away…" she returned.
The man glared at her. "Maybe so…but one day…I will return…through the chosen vessel…"
The angel glared at him, knowing that he would find a way. "We will not let you. Not without a fight," she swore as his body vanished. An oily black mist hung in the air before being sucked down into the Earth.
Several dozen winged figures appeared around the injured angel and immediately healed her. "We must return. We are victorious!" a young male angel grinned.
"No…" the platinum haired angel said. "He will find a way to return through someone," she said.
"Then how will we stop him? He will most likely return through a pure soul. If he consumes that soul…" another began.
"He will become unstoppable," she finished. "Kael," she said and a silver haired angel stepped forward, pure white wings folded on his back. "You know what I have to do," she said.
He nodded, his sky blue eyes full of understanding and sadness. "I do. You're the soul's only hope," he said. He hugged her. "We will be here to help."
She smiled and nodded. She pulled off a silver pendant, a symbol that looked like a strange, misshapen Y on the chain. She gave it to Kael and clasped it around his neck. "I must go now. Be safe." He nodded and they watched her armor and weapons falling to the ground as her body became light. The light hovered for a moment before vanishing from sight.
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The Queen looked up as a figure stepped into view from the balcony. She rose to her feet, her blue eyes wide. "Who…" she began.
"Did you say…" the King began when he stopped upon seeing the figure. The couple stared in shock when they saw the wings. "We are humbled…" he began.
"You needn't be," the angel said. Kael stepped into view. "The reason for my being here is not good."
"What do you mean?" the Queen demanded.
"The fate of all who live will rest in the battle of your daughter's soul."
"What do you mean?" the King demanded.
The Queen stared into Kael's sad blue eyes. Her hands rested protectively on her bulging stomach. "Please no…no…" she begged.
"I am sorry. But there is no other way. Raise her well and love her." With that, he vanished. The Queen turned into her husband and began sobbing uncontrollably.
Three centuries later…
Kael watched as the Senshi of Destruction let her glaive fall, ending the Silver Millennium. He sighed in relief. The battle of the woman's soul had been delayed. For how long, he did not know.
"Lord Kael, are you certain that woman was the one?" an angel asked.
"I am certain of it Rafael. We must keep watch and wait for her to be reborn."
"What about the cult that's been formed to worship the evil?"
Kael sighed. "We shall have to watch them as well. Especially to ensure they do not get a hold of her." Rafael nodded and they turned away from the destruction of the Silver Millennium.
Present day…
Haruka walked inside her house, completely exhausted. She had been at the track since the crack of dawn and wanted to do nothing more than to sleep. Peace had finally come to the Earth with the defeat of Chaos two years ago.
She slipped her shoes off and set her bag down near the door. She walked further inside and stopped, blinking tiredly at the candles. She walked into the dining area and was immediately engulfed in a hug by Michiru. The Sea Senshi kissed her and Haruka returned the kiss.
"Koi, is something wrong?" Michiru asked.
"I'm just tired. We still can't figure out what's wrong with the engine."
"Maybe some dinner will help. Then afterwards I can give you a massage if you'd like."
Haruka smiled, holding Michiru close. "What did I do to deserve you?"
Michiru smiled. "You were born." She kissed the blonde again before leading her over to the seat. She pressed Haruka down into the chair and sat down next to her.
Haruka looked at the food on the table. "Everything smells wonderful," she said. Michiru smiled and the two began to eat. They didn't talk much, mostly because Haruka was so tired and hungry.
Once done, Michiru got up and led Haruka into the candle lit room. She sat the blonde down on the couch and walked around behind her. The Sea Senshi began massaging Haruka's shoulders, digging her thumbs into the tight muscles of the Wind Senshi's back.
Haruka groaned in pleasure, her eyes falling close. "Have I said I love you?" Haruka murmured.
Michiru smiled. "You just did," she returned.
Haruka began to say more when her vision began blurring. She tried to get Michiru to stop but her body no longer obeyed her commands. She slumped down onto the couch, losing consciousness.
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A pair of sky blue eyes opened. A figure stood as another figure came in. "My Lord!" the figure cried.
"I know. It's started." The strange Y silver pendant glinted in the light. "The cult has her, don't they?"
"They do. There is no way to get her back. Not when they have something to keep her there," Rafael said.
Kael nodded. "I know. But losses happen for a reason too," he said. He nodded to Rafael and vanished.
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Haruka slowly opened her eyes, her head throbbing. She blinked and looked around, not recognizing the strange room. She tried to move but her wrists and ankles were chained to the ceiling and floor. She began struggling, not being able to sense her henshin pen anywhere.
A door opened and a man with jet-black hair walked in. "Nice to see you awake," he smiled.
"Who are you? Where am I?" she demanded.
"I am a humble servant of the Great One. And you are where you belong."
"Great One?"
"Our master. The one who will rise up and consume this world and rule it for all time," the man said.
"No way will I let that happen! Nor will the Sailor Senshi!" Haruka snapped.
"Who said you would be around? You are the Great One's vessel," the man smirked. "Your soul will be consumed, making him all powerful. Nothing will stop this from coming to pass. Nothing."
"The Senshi will," Haruka snapped.
"You think so?" a voice said.
Haruka's heart all but stopped when a figure came into the room. Her eyes widened in horror and disbelief. "No…" she whispered.
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Usagi sat sitting on her bed, her face tearstained and once vibrant blue eyes dull and red from crying. She stared at a photograph and fresh tears slid from her eyes. "Mamo-chan…" she sobbed, clutching the picture to her chest. "Why did he have to die?" she demanded angrily at the ceiling.
"Because it was his time," a voice said.
She sat up and looked around. "Who's there?" she demanded. She watched as a beautiful silver haired man appeared in her room. "Who…" she began.
He smiled at her. "I am a friend."
"I don't know you though," she said.
"You did. During the Silver Millennium. Your people and kingdom befriended my people," he said.
"Your people?" She stared in shock as wings appearing on his back. "You're a…a…a…" she stammered.
"Angel," he supplied with a grin. "I am. But there is a more pressing matter as to why I have come here."
"Pressing matter? I don't care! All I have left is my duty! Mamo-chan's gone…my future is gone…" she whispered.
"Not yet," he said.
"Then Mamo-chan's not…"
"He is dead Princess. But there is reason for his death. You need only remember your past to understand why."
"I loved him; past, present, and future. So just leave me alone! Save the world yourself!" she snapped.
"I can't," he returned. "And I understand the pain you feel. The woman I loved gave her life to help combat this evil that is about to rise. She can never be reborn as an angel because of that. Loss happens Serenity. It is how we deal with it that makes us who we are."
"Just leave me alone," she said softly.
He sighed. "I cannot force you. But the world needs you. Only you can save the Chosen One. Only you can keep her from ending the world." He vanished, leaving Usagi to ponder over what he had said.
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So? How is it so far? Non-flame reviews are welcome!! And I need reviews to help me continue with this fic. This is all I have so far.