Kosu: Morin'... Or afternoon or evening for I don't know when you'll read this.

Makoto: Either way it's morning here at the moment.

Kosu: MAKO-CHAN! DONT sneak up on me like that!

Makoto: I didn't...

Kosu: Anyway, I want to try a american sailor moon opening credit thingy. Because I think it'll add character.

Makoto: Go on then... As long as it isn't the team song... MoonlightDesnu (spelt that wrong) Is way better.

Kosu: OKay here goes:

Today on SailorMoon Makoto releases her inner feelings about her power, duty and princess. Can Usagi handle the truth? And will dear Haruka call her weak?

In the name of Jupiter! Makoto will punish you!

Makoto: KosuteroKeitorin97 In no way owns SailorMoon, The credit goes to my wonderful creator!

Enjoy my poem: Jupiter's Power!


Jupiter's Power

The wind has whispered,

There will be many battles,

Each one harder than the last,

And the rain has cried,

Many tears of my pain,

Softly saying everything will be okay,

And the lighting,

Granted by my past father,

Gives me strenght,

But these gifts come with a price,

A duty,

And a destiny I must fulfill,

It has caused my death,

Many times,

And it will continue to do so,

I can only hope,

My princess will win,

And bring my allies and I back.


Usagi: Mako...Chan... Why have you never told me... your pain...

Kosu: SO BEAUTIFUL MAKOTO!... if ruka calls you weak, ... I'll beat her up for you... MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!

Makoto: *Gulps* Let's hope it doesn't get that far... Shall we?

Kosu: Mako-Chaaaaaannnnnn why do you have to ruin my fun?

Haruka: Because she knows I'll win the fight.

Kosu: Yeah right...*Goes to Emo corner, muttering plans of Ruka's pain.*

Haruka: Anyway Makoto your not weak... your stronger than I am to be able to amit these things so... yeah...

Makoto: THanks Haruka.

Kosu: Yeah thanks RUKA, ohwell... Oh and Usagi? Seiya is here to pick you up.

Usagi: KAYYYYYY!*Runs off to the door*

HAruka:*Eyes widden* O HELL NO! *Runs after her*

Makoto: ANYWAY,

Kosu: Next Time on SailorMoon:

Taiki faces emotions, pain and regrets in: Wondering Regrets