Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon and I never will, not that I would want to steal Naoko Takeuchi's work. I technically don't own Leudast Akume Blacklight, or Arekai, those two were given to me by their original creator. The same goes for Inu Kitsune, Javert Blacklight and Trevaj Blacklight. I most certainly don't own Ki Blacklight; she's on loan for this story from her creator, as is Natalia Langister. I am the creator of Kurisutaru, Kazuhiko, Madeline, Spica, Jager, Adair and Rémi. This is complete fiction! The planets of Unmei and Egae don't actually exist in reality, they are my own creations. Any similarities to existing people, places, events and so on and so forth are merely coincidental and may have been inspirations for things in this story.
Part 2 - The Beginning
I, a young girl about the age of 7 walked through the darkest forest in Unmei. My hair swayed gently with every step I took, my raven black locks just barely brushed my shoulders giving me a tomboyish look. My eyes were the color of the sky at midnight with flecks as grey as rainclouds.
Strangely enough, I had grayish black fox ears and I also had a noticeable enough black foxtail that had a silvery tip to it. My name was and has changed since, Kurisutaru Etowaaru Tatari. I was wearing what most human women and girls thought inappropriate and horrifyingly boyish for a girl who seemed to be human when they saw me that day. My black pants had been torn short at the knees and had been stained by blood, which still showed in the darkness of the forest. My shirt had at one time been a black, long sleeved shirt that now had the sleeves torn short at my elbows and also had bloodstains. Around my neck was a black choker with a silver chain attached to a red gem, my black boots had silver blood-stained laces, laced up and tied about an inch below my knees and made me look about four inches taller than I actually was at the time.
Most of the human men and boys found it quite strange for me to be carrying a quiver of arrows (poisoned, of course) and a bow. I was also wearing a belt around my waist that kept the silver and onyx sheath that held my sword from falling off. It was not a wooden toy sword but a beautiful, yet deadly and dangerous black crystal blade – given to me by my mother upon her death.
My dark eyes were cold and full of hate because of something that related to what I had just done. Most of the people in the village I came from knew what I truly was, a half-blood Kitsune, and a dangerous one at that. I seemed to have blood everywhere on my clothing but soon everyone in the Human Village and the Kitsune Village near the Mansion would know why I had blood on my clothes that day.