This chappie(and entire story) is dedicated to the lovely darkfairy28, my muse and the awesomest person I have ever met :)
Chapter 7: Yet, they repeat the same mistake many times
Makoto poked the fire yet again. Her mind wandered. As much as she loved Usagi and the other senshi, with the exception of Fighter, there was only so much she could take. Makoto just wanted to grow up, get married and open her flower shop. Living in post-apocalyptic Tokyo, or wherever the hell they were now, was too much. She wasn't as strong as she used to be. This world sucked the happiness and hope out of people. What was her reason to keep going on? At first it was find Usagi, she's found, now what?
"Let's find Sailor Star Maker and my princess. And lets look for your other senshi as well. It gives us a purpose," Fighter had said.
"What happens if we don't find them?" Usagi had asked, voice tiny and weak. Her health had been declining as of late. If something wasn't done soon, Makoto was sure Usagi would die.
"We'll find them!" Makoto said, sounding hopeful. She didn't feel it. She was sure all of their missing comrades were dead.
Makoto frowned at the fire and abandoned her diligent duty of poking it. It was time. Makoto took one last look at the rugged batch of survivors and walked away. She wouldn't be seeing them again.
"I didn't think you would come," the red-haired woman said as Makoto approached. "And you're not transformed. I am."
"Cut the crap, Kakyuu. Where's Haruka?" Makoto asked.
Kakyuu giggled. "Awww, I'm hurt. Am I not good enough?"
"I would rather have someone I trust here."
"You don't trust me?" Kakyuu asked, holding her hand over her heart in mock hurt.
"You know, Fighter won't shut up about you. How you're the gentlest, kindest, most wonderful princess ever," Makoto reveled in Kakyuu's simmering anger. "Look at you. You're the exact opposite. Cruel, awful, malicious. Fighter must have been talking about another princess, 'cause I sure don't see one here."
"Shut up you filthy little peasant!"
Makoto smirked. "Get Haruka here now, or no deal."
Kakyuu fumed and called Haruka up on her communicator. "She's here. She won't talk to me. Come over." She shut it. "There, your precious Haruka is on her way."
A small cyclone materialized in front of Makoto and Kakyuu, revealing Haruka when the winds parted.
"Hey Mako-chan. Are you ready?" Haruka asked, blond hair flowing with a wind that she created.
Makoto nodded. "You have to keep your word."
"Of course," Haruka waved Makoto's concerns off flippantly. "Come on, just do it."
"Make her better, Haruka...Even though you aren't with us, she is still your proncess! And the only hope we still have..."
"I like this world now. I'm the head honcho! No crybaby princess telling me what to do. No Michiru on my back telling me what's right and what's wrong. No intruder begging for mercy-"
"Wait," Kakyuu stopped Haruka mid-sentence. "Who begged you for mercy?"
"Some invader from outside the Sol System," Haruka explained. "She thought just because she had a child with her, that I should spare her life."
Makoto's eyes widened in horror. "You didn't!"
Haruka shrugged. "What's in the past is in the past. Now, don't worry your curly little head, Mako-chan." Haruka pulled out the Space Sword. "It'll all be over soon."
"Hey," Usagi asked as she got up. "Where is Mako-chan?"
"I don't know," Ami said, having just noticed the tallest senshi's lack of presence.
"Whereever she is, I hope she comes back soon. I'm starving." Usagi rubbed her tummy forlornly. "I haven't eaten anything since last night..."
"She's gone." Seiya said.
"How do you know?" Rei asked.
"I can tell. She's been faltering these past few days. I'm surprised that she stayed with us for so long. She's been weak from the beginning."
A slap rung out. "How, how dare you!" Usagi screeched. "Mako-chan is my trusted friend. She would never just leave us!"
"Then where is she?" Seiya retorted.
Usagi did not have an answer.
