Disclaimer: Tokyo does not belong to me (last I checked). All characters from BSSM are the intellectual property of one Naoko Takeuchi, and then a bunch of other companies and bigwigs, whom I am not in association with. Hey, that almost sounded official.

***Love and Time***

They say love heals all wounds. The same holds true for time.

Perhaps this was why when the apocalypse struck, only two souls were saved.

Why only two beings, tattered and broken, emerged from the wreckage to see their sisters-in-arms, as well as the rest of the people of Earth, destroyed.

"Minna..?" the younger of the two questioned, dragging herself painfully to her feet. Her right leg was broken, but she limped as quickly as she could on the twisted appendage towards the center of the rubble.

A gasp escaped from her lips, the cute pout perhaps the only thing on her body that hadn't been damaged by the hit. She dropped to her scarred and bleeding knees, and began throwing aside bits of rock. With each rock discarded, a little more of her memory fell into place. A meteor of gigantic, apocalyptic proportions, had come crashing to the Earth, and the nine Sailorsenshi had declared it their duty to stop it. So they had gotten into formation for their intense "Sailor Planet Power" attack, Sailormoon herself at the center of it. But before they could fully charge their power, the meteor had hit, spurred on by an animalistic desire to crush those who lived to protect.

The tremor had been massive. Buildings collapsed, the ground and ocean alike shook from the sheer force of the impact.

Then everything had gone black.

Unbeknownst to the digging senshi and her companion, the two had blacked out for just one day short of a week. In the time following the First Impact, there had been six more meteors. Those seven had finished off what the first could not, and only rubble remained.

Rubble that had killed off everyone. Six days of sweet blackness, a few scratches and bruises, that was the worst of the damage that the women suffered. It was nothing short of a miracle, but it was bittersweet.

The first senshi had now managed to throw away the bulk of the rock formation, and gasped at the sight of a pale are, twisted and bent. "Usagi...Usagi-chan!" she wailed, and tugged tenaciously at the rocks until she uncovered the battered body of her leader.

She began to cry. Tears streamed down her ashen cheeks as she hugged the cold body to her chest. The sailorsenshi of purity and justice was in a state unlike anything she'd ever seen. One of her wings was ripped fright from her body, the other bent at a grotesque angle. The backs of her legs were purple from accumulated blood. Her fuku was haggard, shreds of it barely clinging to her cold skin. One of her trademark odango had come undone, blond hair trailing messily about the target site.

"Minako-chan!" the second senshi yelled. The blond soldier lifted her head, still clutching Sailormoon to her bosom. "Minako..?"

Sailorvenus shook her head. "Setsuna-san...they're gone... they're all gone..."

The dark-haired senshi of time knelt beside her companion, and together they mourned for their sisters-in-arms. When she felt she could cry no more, Aino Minako dug a hole in the rocks and gently lay Sailormoon's body inside. She dusted off her knees, and shook out her hair as her henshin faded. Alongside her stood Meioh Setsuna, looking as grave as Minako herself felt.

"I examined the area..." Setsuna said softly. "There's no one left, Mina-chan. The meteor killed them all. Japan is a wasteland now. We're the only survivors."

Minako gasped, her heart stopping for a few agonizing seconds, blurring together with the rest of the pain in her body. "There must be someone...somewhere..." she tried, but Setsuna was shaking her head even before she had finished.

"There's no one. We're all that's left."