Crystal Tears: Prologue
By Aisuru
aisuru_chan@yahoo.com
*****
Prologue part 1: A Night of Betrayals
A man lay dying. It had been a night of betrayals. One of General Kunzite's soldiers, he had followed his leader into battle against the Dark Kingdom enemies. He and his brethren soldiers had marched deep into the forests surrounding Prince Endymion's castle. The forests had seemed unnaturally quiet that night. The sad hoot of owl, the scurry of mice underfoot, and the howl of the wolf were all absent on this night. There was only the sound of General Kunzite's men, shivering against the chill of an autumn night as they waited.
The man let out a bitter laugh, cut short by pain as he clutched his side. They had been awaiting their own destruction. The silence had been broken when General Kunzite had unsheathed his sword and plunged it into the heart of the nearest soldier. As the men stood in stunned horrification, the Dark Kingdom
forces had attacked.
Without a leader, General Kunzite's forces had easily fallen. The Dark Kingdom forces fought with a deadly combination of sword and magic. Some were men that, in their greed and lust for power, had willingly joined Queen Beryl's cause in return for mystical training. Others, some of whom the dying soldier had recognized, had surely been turned to the darkness by force. The Dark Kingdom humans were accompanied by the youma, spirits that were captured and given physical form in exchange for unwavering loyalty to the darkness.
The dying man had fought fiercely, remembering his vows to protect Prince Endymion, and remembering the family he could go home to when the fighting was over. He had lost his own will to fight, however, when his beloved wife appeared, a sword in the hands that had clung to him when he had left for training only a year before, a sneer on the lips that had tenderly kissed him, an evil glint in her eyes. He had been unable to fight, unwilling to crush the woman he had vowed to love and honor, in sickness and in health. He had only been able to watch her, tears forming in his eyes, as she had plunged her sword into his side without a moment's hesitation.
The searing heat in his side had been only a pinprick compared to the anguish in his heart. He decided he would heal her in the only way he knew. Gathering as much strength as he could, he raised his own sword, running it through a heart that had forgotten how to love. The blood ran black and then crimson, and her eyes softened through a glaze of pain. The lips lost their sneer and whispered, "Thank you," before she fell, lifeless, to the ground. Her husband had fallen beside her, stroking the smooth skin of her face, porcelain pale in death, and smoothed her hair, the white-blonde locks taking on a lavender hue in the muted moonlight.
The sounds of the battle had roared in his ears, the screaming of wounded men intermingled with the shrieks of the youma, the crackling of magical attacks, and the maniacal laughter of the twisted Dark Kingdom humans as they butchered their prey. Then the sounds had faded as the Dark Kingdom forces ran out of soldiers to slay. Now the man lay on the forest floor, able to do little more than wait for death's approach. He had lost so much blood, and he had so little left to live for. He wondered if the forest sounds would return before he died.
A sound to his left brought him out of his shifting thoughts. A twig snapped under someone's foot. He turned vague eyes towards the sound. A young girl stood beside him, her waist-length, purple-tinted platinum blonde hair shimmering in the moonlight. "Amelia?" he muttered, recognizing his young daughter through his dimming vision. He felt a strange sense of joy as he realized that if he knew Amelia was safe, he could truly die in peace. When she didn't answer, he looked at her more closely. She was holding something in her closed hand, something that gave off the faintest glow of purplish light. When she opened her hand, the sudden flare of light revealed her more fully. Her violet eyes were cold, and she viewed him without recognition.
She held out the crystal, and the dying man felt the last of his strength leave him. He felt tiny hands, belonging to other children, stripping him of his sword, his dagger, and his boots, but he struggled against death to see his only child. Then, as he let out his last breath, the soft voice of his daughter rang in his ears, "Amelia? You must be mistaken. My name is Amethyst."
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Prologue part 2: A Dark Kingdom Child
The child that called herself Amethyst moved on to her next victim. This man was also dying, but he was of the Dark Kingdom forces. His glazed eyes held the glint she recognized in her own eyes, the glint of ferocious loyalty to the Dark Kingdom that the misguided humans called evil. This man looked up at the girl, immediately noting the crystal she held. "So, is my usefulness at an end?" he asked.
Amethyst shook her head in the negative. "Your usefulness will never end," she stated. "Your energy will be used in sustaining the spirit of Metallia."
The man gave a wry smile as the girl raised the crystal towards him. "Thus I go to my immortality," he muttered. His limbs weakened, and then he fell limp in death.
Amethyst felt a thrill run through her as the man's life force was absorbed into her crystal. She had created the crystal herself after receiving training from the older children. Now, as she gathered life force energy from the dying, she was truly useful to the Dark Kingdom cause. She watched with disinterest as the other children removed boots and weaponry from the now-dead man. Then Amethyst walked off to search around for her next target.
Stepping over the butchered bodies of human and youma, she sought out those that clung to life and relieved them of their life energy. The energy would be put to good use in the Dark Kingdom. Amethyst looked up as she entered a clearing. She could almost make out the dark spirit of Metallia hovering over the moon in the night sky. She had heard rumors that Queen Beryl herself had taken the Dark Kingdom forces to a direct attack on the Moon Kingdom, the pillar of the Silver Millennium. As Amethyst watched, the Moon Kingdom, whose brilliance had been visible from the earth just minutes before, dimmed as the Dark Kingdom forces triumphed. She had been filled with pride in her people on their successful attack, and had held the crystal to her forehead, allowing her a moment to feel the swirling pure energy she had trapped. Then the moon exploded in light, a light painful in its intensity, and she suddenly found herself alone.
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Prologue part 3: Before the Awakening
Amethyst tried to stifle down the panic that threatened to overwhelm her. One moment she had been in the forests surrounding Prince Endymion's fortress, gathering the life force energy from dying soldiers, and now she was floating in nothingness.
Was she still alive? She didn't know. She couldn't even feel her own body. She was only aware of her intense fear.
Fear was weakness. She was a Dark Kingdom citizen. She had to keep her mind under control.
Then Amethyst realized that she could feel her consciousness. Maybe that was a resource she could work with. Although she had never had telepathic training in the Dark Kingdom, she had learned mental discipline for the creation of gems. She tried to reach out with her mind, hoping to sense the environment around her. At first her attempts were vague and without direction. She sensed nothing.
Over time, when the fear of being surrounded by the unknown had faded, an all-consuming loneliness set in. She remembered the battlefield, being surrounded by the dead and the dying. It was then that she remembered the children she had been with. She wondered if they might be here with her, wherever here was. She hadn't been able to sense an environment around her, but maybe she could reach the consciousness of the other children. She reached out again with her mind, this time focusing upon a child being trained in telepathy. If anyone could feel her presence, it would be her!
Then she felt it, the presence of the other girl's mind. Instead of the companionship she had anticipated, however, she found no consciousness. Instead she felt the budding talents and skills of the other child lay bare before her. Hesitantly at first, and then with more intent, she plundered the treasure chest that was the girl's mind. She found the girl's telepathic talent, and she connected herself to that talent, making it hers. She also found the sum of the girl's training, and this she fully assimilated. With a little focus she could now see the minds of the other children, all unconscious and open to her as this first girl had been.
She continued this plunder, visiting each of the other children in turn, trying to forget that she was, in fact, all alone. She connected herself to their talents and assimilated their knowledge. After visiting an especially intelligent boy, she instantaneously understood the complex mathematics that had hindered her development as a crystal engineer. She coupled this with the more advanced crystal engineer training of an older girl with this particular talent, and her mind was filled with the intricate pathways required to design a staggering array of crystals.
With her new mathematical understanding, she was able to apply the knowledge she gleaned from the children to a greater extent than they ever had. One child had read a text on energy manipulation, and although the child had only read it to show off to another child and had never understood the book, Amethyst could now envision energy manipulations of all sorts. Another child had hidden away to listen to a lecture on advanced crystal engineering, and although the child had fallen asleep during the lecture, and Amethyst had never before heard of the crystals the lecture discussed, she now felt confident she could create these
advanced crystals herself. Amethyst even found a child with an obsessive interest in the summoning of monsters from alternative planes of existence, something rarely done because such monsters were almost impossible to control, making youma much more useful.
She noticed that all of the children she visited had memories of the explosion of light on the moon. She couldn't find any of the children that had been on the sun touched side of the earth, children who would not have been touched by the blinding light from the moon. With no more children to visit, the loneliness, which she had forced herself to forget as she kept busy with her assimilations, started to settle in again. Perhaps she could reach one of the adults that had been on the moon when the light had hit. She still clung to hopes that she would find a mind conscious of her, that her loneliness would end.
Using her connection to the child with the telepathic talents, she reached for an adult mind. Too vague. She tried to think of a specific adult. Dark Kingdom children were largely kept away from the adults, who were just as likely to practice their energy projections on a child as they were to say hello, so older children were used to train the younger ones. She had trouble remembering an adult clearly enough to focus on. Then she remembered the adult that had given her an energy-gathering youma she had used before creating her crystal. She focused, struggling to maintain the clarity of mind required for such a task. This was more difficult, as if the adult was further away, but she kept trying, forcing herself to forget that she was alone, that she had been alone for so long.
Then she saw it. She felt a glimmer of hope; this mind was different from that of the children. Maybe he would be aware of her, would destroy the loneliness that engulfed her.
No, he was not aware of her, but his mind was also opened to her, as the minds of the children had been. His mind held more complex information, including extensive knowledge of Dark Kingdom history and literature, mathematics and physics, advanced teleportation and levitation, and the intensely developed skills he used to create youma.
She was a Dark Kingdom citizen. She would not be afraid. She would develop her mind.
It occurred to her suddenly that if she could assimilate the knowledge of youma creation, maybe she could create a youma and then not be alone. She visited many other adults with this skill, adults found in this first adult's memory, and she harvested minds until all the information she found was repetitive of that found in previous minds.
Unfortunately, she could not use the skills she had obtained from these other minds. In order to create a youma, she would need to infuse a rogue spirit with dark energy, molding it a physical form and inspiring it to follow your will. She needed dark energy to form the youma and a physical space in which to create the physical form, but as far as she knew, she was not in physical space.
She was a Dark Kingdom citizen. She would not panic. She would develop her mind and solve the problem of the loneliness. She filed through her own mind, seeing the highly developed skills of teleportation and levitation she had obtained with the harvesting of her first adult, seeing her continued connection to the first child she had visited, which she used as an anchor as she explored the minds of others. She saw the Dark Kingdom history, literature, mathematics, and science she had picked up along the way. She found the smatterings of advanced energy projection and telekinesis she had obtained quite on accident during her search for youma creation, and her own crystal engineering talent, which had been magnified by the knowledge of others. She found the wealth of unusable information on youma creation.
Physical plane. She needed to find a physical plane on which to create her youma.
She dug deeper into her mind's supplies of stolen treasures. There she found the child with the interest in summoning monsters from alternative planes of existence. Maybe if she could summon monsters from alternative planes, she could go to the physical planes.
She revisited this child's mind. Now more experienced in the ways of telepathy, she recognized the child's mind to be raggedly ravaged, obviously her own earlier novice results. Many of the mental threads had been torn in her desperation. Regardless, she now found the thread of she sought through the remnant shreds and made this knowledge to summon monsters her own.
*****
Author's Notes:
I know, I know, there hasn't been any sign of Mamoru or Usagi yet. Don't worry; that is because they were busy dying on the moon as Prince Endymion and Princess Serenity (Aisuru ducks a shoe someone threw at her). We all know that they'll be back to save the day -- just not yet. If you want to read a dedicated Usagi and Mamoru fanfic (or should I say Usagi and Prince Endymion...) then email me and yell at me to hurry up with another fanfiction I am working on called "Source of Strength."
Oh, in case you were wondering, I do not own the rights to Sailor Moon or her universe. Amethyst, however, is mine! Thank you.
Email me at aisuru_chan@yahoo.com (and in case you are wondering, I am Aisuru, not Aisuru-chan, despite what the email may lead you to believe.) In fact, I would like to thank Aisuru-chan for helping me edit this prologue (confused yet?). If there are any mistakes, though, you have to blame me, because I totally rearranged the story after I had her edit it. Bad me. Actually, I did have my Koudanshi-chan re-edit it after the rearrangement, and he was extremely helpful. It was a labor of love for him to edit, because he isn't at all interested in the Sailor Moon universe. I know, isn't that weird?
Okay, repeat after me: "As soon as I finish reading this I will email Aisuru at aisuru_chan@yahoo.com or will leave a review so she will know if anyone actually read it!" Thank you. If you do want to read two completed Sailor Moon ficslets, try my stories "Reaching Out" (Crystal Tokyo) and "A Silly Dream" (no season specified). I also have a few Buffy the Vampire Slayer stories, but these are a bit more for a mature audience only.
@)---,---'---
By Aisuru
aisuru_chan@yahoo.com
*****
Prologue part 1: A Night of Betrayals
A man lay dying. It had been a night of betrayals. One of General Kunzite's soldiers, he had followed his leader into battle against the Dark Kingdom enemies. He and his brethren soldiers had marched deep into the forests surrounding Prince Endymion's castle. The forests had seemed unnaturally quiet that night. The sad hoot of owl, the scurry of mice underfoot, and the howl of the wolf were all absent on this night. There was only the sound of General Kunzite's men, shivering against the chill of an autumn night as they waited.
The man let out a bitter laugh, cut short by pain as he clutched his side. They had been awaiting their own destruction. The silence had been broken when General Kunzite had unsheathed his sword and plunged it into the heart of the nearest soldier. As the men stood in stunned horrification, the Dark Kingdom
forces had attacked.
Without a leader, General Kunzite's forces had easily fallen. The Dark Kingdom forces fought with a deadly combination of sword and magic. Some were men that, in their greed and lust for power, had willingly joined Queen Beryl's cause in return for mystical training. Others, some of whom the dying soldier had recognized, had surely been turned to the darkness by force. The Dark Kingdom humans were accompanied by the youma, spirits that were captured and given physical form in exchange for unwavering loyalty to the darkness.
The dying man had fought fiercely, remembering his vows to protect Prince Endymion, and remembering the family he could go home to when the fighting was over. He had lost his own will to fight, however, when his beloved wife appeared, a sword in the hands that had clung to him when he had left for training only a year before, a sneer on the lips that had tenderly kissed him, an evil glint in her eyes. He had been unable to fight, unwilling to crush the woman he had vowed to love and honor, in sickness and in health. He had only been able to watch her, tears forming in his eyes, as she had plunged her sword into his side without a moment's hesitation.
The searing heat in his side had been only a pinprick compared to the anguish in his heart. He decided he would heal her in the only way he knew. Gathering as much strength as he could, he raised his own sword, running it through a heart that had forgotten how to love. The blood ran black and then crimson, and her eyes softened through a glaze of pain. The lips lost their sneer and whispered, "Thank you," before she fell, lifeless, to the ground. Her husband had fallen beside her, stroking the smooth skin of her face, porcelain pale in death, and smoothed her hair, the white-blonde locks taking on a lavender hue in the muted moonlight.
The sounds of the battle had roared in his ears, the screaming of wounded men intermingled with the shrieks of the youma, the crackling of magical attacks, and the maniacal laughter of the twisted Dark Kingdom humans as they butchered their prey. Then the sounds had faded as the Dark Kingdom forces ran out of soldiers to slay. Now the man lay on the forest floor, able to do little more than wait for death's approach. He had lost so much blood, and he had so little left to live for. He wondered if the forest sounds would return before he died.
A sound to his left brought him out of his shifting thoughts. A twig snapped under someone's foot. He turned vague eyes towards the sound. A young girl stood beside him, her waist-length, purple-tinted platinum blonde hair shimmering in the moonlight. "Amelia?" he muttered, recognizing his young daughter through his dimming vision. He felt a strange sense of joy as he realized that if he knew Amelia was safe, he could truly die in peace. When she didn't answer, he looked at her more closely. She was holding something in her closed hand, something that gave off the faintest glow of purplish light. When she opened her hand, the sudden flare of light revealed her more fully. Her violet eyes were cold, and she viewed him without recognition.
She held out the crystal, and the dying man felt the last of his strength leave him. He felt tiny hands, belonging to other children, stripping him of his sword, his dagger, and his boots, but he struggled against death to see his only child. Then, as he let out his last breath, the soft voice of his daughter rang in his ears, "Amelia? You must be mistaken. My name is Amethyst."
*****
Prologue part 2: A Dark Kingdom Child
The child that called herself Amethyst moved on to her next victim. This man was also dying, but he was of the Dark Kingdom forces. His glazed eyes held the glint she recognized in her own eyes, the glint of ferocious loyalty to the Dark Kingdom that the misguided humans called evil. This man looked up at the girl, immediately noting the crystal she held. "So, is my usefulness at an end?" he asked.
Amethyst shook her head in the negative. "Your usefulness will never end," she stated. "Your energy will be used in sustaining the spirit of Metallia."
The man gave a wry smile as the girl raised the crystal towards him. "Thus I go to my immortality," he muttered. His limbs weakened, and then he fell limp in death.
Amethyst felt a thrill run through her as the man's life force was absorbed into her crystal. She had created the crystal herself after receiving training from the older children. Now, as she gathered life force energy from the dying, she was truly useful to the Dark Kingdom cause. She watched with disinterest as the other children removed boots and weaponry from the now-dead man. Then Amethyst walked off to search around for her next target.
Stepping over the butchered bodies of human and youma, she sought out those that clung to life and relieved them of their life energy. The energy would be put to good use in the Dark Kingdom. Amethyst looked up as she entered a clearing. She could almost make out the dark spirit of Metallia hovering over the moon in the night sky. She had heard rumors that Queen Beryl herself had taken the Dark Kingdom forces to a direct attack on the Moon Kingdom, the pillar of the Silver Millennium. As Amethyst watched, the Moon Kingdom, whose brilliance had been visible from the earth just minutes before, dimmed as the Dark Kingdom forces triumphed. She had been filled with pride in her people on their successful attack, and had held the crystal to her forehead, allowing her a moment to feel the swirling pure energy she had trapped. Then the moon exploded in light, a light painful in its intensity, and she suddenly found herself alone.
*****
Prologue part 3: Before the Awakening
Amethyst tried to stifle down the panic that threatened to overwhelm her. One moment she had been in the forests surrounding Prince Endymion's fortress, gathering the life force energy from dying soldiers, and now she was floating in nothingness.
Was she still alive? She didn't know. She couldn't even feel her own body. She was only aware of her intense fear.
Fear was weakness. She was a Dark Kingdom citizen. She had to keep her mind under control.
Then Amethyst realized that she could feel her consciousness. Maybe that was a resource she could work with. Although she had never had telepathic training in the Dark Kingdom, she had learned mental discipline for the creation of gems. She tried to reach out with her mind, hoping to sense the environment around her. At first her attempts were vague and without direction. She sensed nothing.
Over time, when the fear of being surrounded by the unknown had faded, an all-consuming loneliness set in. She remembered the battlefield, being surrounded by the dead and the dying. It was then that she remembered the children she had been with. She wondered if they might be here with her, wherever here was. She hadn't been able to sense an environment around her, but maybe she could reach the consciousness of the other children. She reached out again with her mind, this time focusing upon a child being trained in telepathy. If anyone could feel her presence, it would be her!
Then she felt it, the presence of the other girl's mind. Instead of the companionship she had anticipated, however, she found no consciousness. Instead she felt the budding talents and skills of the other child lay bare before her. Hesitantly at first, and then with more intent, she plundered the treasure chest that was the girl's mind. She found the girl's telepathic talent, and she connected herself to that talent, making it hers. She also found the sum of the girl's training, and this she fully assimilated. With a little focus she could now see the minds of the other children, all unconscious and open to her as this first girl had been.
She continued this plunder, visiting each of the other children in turn, trying to forget that she was, in fact, all alone. She connected herself to their talents and assimilated their knowledge. After visiting an especially intelligent boy, she instantaneously understood the complex mathematics that had hindered her development as a crystal engineer. She coupled this with the more advanced crystal engineer training of an older girl with this particular talent, and her mind was filled with the intricate pathways required to design a staggering array of crystals.
With her new mathematical understanding, she was able to apply the knowledge she gleaned from the children to a greater extent than they ever had. One child had read a text on energy manipulation, and although the child had only read it to show off to another child and had never understood the book, Amethyst could now envision energy manipulations of all sorts. Another child had hidden away to listen to a lecture on advanced crystal engineering, and although the child had fallen asleep during the lecture, and Amethyst had never before heard of the crystals the lecture discussed, she now felt confident she could create these
advanced crystals herself. Amethyst even found a child with an obsessive interest in the summoning of monsters from alternative planes of existence, something rarely done because such monsters were almost impossible to control, making youma much more useful.
She noticed that all of the children she visited had memories of the explosion of light on the moon. She couldn't find any of the children that had been on the sun touched side of the earth, children who would not have been touched by the blinding light from the moon. With no more children to visit, the loneliness, which she had forced herself to forget as she kept busy with her assimilations, started to settle in again. Perhaps she could reach one of the adults that had been on the moon when the light had hit. She still clung to hopes that she would find a mind conscious of her, that her loneliness would end.
Using her connection to the child with the telepathic talents, she reached for an adult mind. Too vague. She tried to think of a specific adult. Dark Kingdom children were largely kept away from the adults, who were just as likely to practice their energy projections on a child as they were to say hello, so older children were used to train the younger ones. She had trouble remembering an adult clearly enough to focus on. Then she remembered the adult that had given her an energy-gathering youma she had used before creating her crystal. She focused, struggling to maintain the clarity of mind required for such a task. This was more difficult, as if the adult was further away, but she kept trying, forcing herself to forget that she was alone, that she had been alone for so long.
Then she saw it. She felt a glimmer of hope; this mind was different from that of the children. Maybe he would be aware of her, would destroy the loneliness that engulfed her.
No, he was not aware of her, but his mind was also opened to her, as the minds of the children had been. His mind held more complex information, including extensive knowledge of Dark Kingdom history and literature, mathematics and physics, advanced teleportation and levitation, and the intensely developed skills he used to create youma.
She was a Dark Kingdom citizen. She would not be afraid. She would develop her mind.
It occurred to her suddenly that if she could assimilate the knowledge of youma creation, maybe she could create a youma and then not be alone. She visited many other adults with this skill, adults found in this first adult's memory, and she harvested minds until all the information she found was repetitive of that found in previous minds.
Unfortunately, she could not use the skills she had obtained from these other minds. In order to create a youma, she would need to infuse a rogue spirit with dark energy, molding it a physical form and inspiring it to follow your will. She needed dark energy to form the youma and a physical space in which to create the physical form, but as far as she knew, she was not in physical space.
She was a Dark Kingdom citizen. She would not panic. She would develop her mind and solve the problem of the loneliness. She filed through her own mind, seeing the highly developed skills of teleportation and levitation she had obtained with the harvesting of her first adult, seeing her continued connection to the first child she had visited, which she used as an anchor as she explored the minds of others. She saw the Dark Kingdom history, literature, mathematics, and science she had picked up along the way. She found the smatterings of advanced energy projection and telekinesis she had obtained quite on accident during her search for youma creation, and her own crystal engineering talent, which had been magnified by the knowledge of others. She found the wealth of unusable information on youma creation.
Physical plane. She needed to find a physical plane on which to create her youma.
She dug deeper into her mind's supplies of stolen treasures. There she found the child with the interest in summoning monsters from alternative planes of existence. Maybe if she could summon monsters from alternative planes, she could go to the physical planes.
She revisited this child's mind. Now more experienced in the ways of telepathy, she recognized the child's mind to be raggedly ravaged, obviously her own earlier novice results. Many of the mental threads had been torn in her desperation. Regardless, she now found the thread of she sought through the remnant shreds and made this knowledge to summon monsters her own.
*****
Author's Notes:
I know, I know, there hasn't been any sign of Mamoru or Usagi yet. Don't worry; that is because they were busy dying on the moon as Prince Endymion and Princess Serenity (Aisuru ducks a shoe someone threw at her). We all know that they'll be back to save the day -- just not yet. If you want to read a dedicated Usagi and Mamoru fanfic (or should I say Usagi and Prince Endymion...) then email me and yell at me to hurry up with another fanfiction I am working on called "Source of Strength."
Oh, in case you were wondering, I do not own the rights to Sailor Moon or her universe. Amethyst, however, is mine! Thank you.
Email me at aisuru_chan@yahoo.com (and in case you are wondering, I am Aisuru, not Aisuru-chan, despite what the email may lead you to believe.) In fact, I would like to thank Aisuru-chan for helping me edit this prologue (confused yet?). If there are any mistakes, though, you have to blame me, because I totally rearranged the story after I had her edit it. Bad me. Actually, I did have my Koudanshi-chan re-edit it after the rearrangement, and he was extremely helpful. It was a labor of love for him to edit, because he isn't at all interested in the Sailor Moon universe. I know, isn't that weird?
Okay, repeat after me: "As soon as I finish reading this I will email Aisuru at aisuru_chan@yahoo.com or will leave a review so she will know if anyone actually read it!" Thank you. If you do want to read two completed Sailor Moon ficslets, try my stories "Reaching Out" (Crystal Tokyo) and "A Silly Dream" (no season specified). I also have a few Buffy the Vampire Slayer stories, but these are a bit more for a mature audience only.
@)---,---'---