Sailor Moon
"Reflections of a Red Rose"
BY: NeoMoon
Rated: PG-13
Chapter Fourteen:
Usagi was sprawled over her floor trying to balance her pen on her nose, her pre homework ritual,
as Luna had always put it. She laughed, the pen dropping into the advance trig book, and sighed,
trying to figure out how she'd managed to place in that class. She rolled over on her back, her
head resting on the large book, and drifted off, hoping the old stories of osmosis was true.
She was in Mamoru's old apartment; she could here the rain pinging against the glass of the
balcony door. She looked up at him, into his gray eyes. She knew she was blushing as she leaned
up to kiss him.
So familiar. She thought. Why does this seem so familiar?
Glass shattered around her, driving deep into her arms. Mamoru's arms were around her, trying to
shove her behind him, but she couldn't move, all she could see was the green eyes looking at her,
burning through her mind. She tried to scream but couldn't, her throat suddenly dry and rough.
The woman moved like a cat so fast, her footfalls over the shattered glass making no sound.
Everything disappeared; all that existed was her and this woman. She tried to move, she tried to
get away but she couldn't. Why couldn't she move!
The woman reached for her, her arm impossibly long. Usagi could feel the pain, like a shock
throughout her frame as the woman grabbed her by the hair and threw her. "How dare you do this
to your wife!" She could here the woman scream as even the woman vanished and she was left alone
in a dark void. She knew the woman wasn't speaking to her.
Usagi gasped as she jumped up. She looked around the room. It was empty. Breathing heavily,
her mind and body still shocked from the dream, she stumbled over to her window and leaned out
it, letting the cool evening breeze caress her face, letting it remind her of Mamoru. So much
was happening, first Chi, the voices in her mind, now the dreams. All seemed so familiar, and
Mamoru insisted it was only a heavy wind that had shattered the glass, causing the accident.
Usagi shook her head, wishing that she could remember what had happened that night.
She sighed and looked out at the night, someone was walking up the street, their form buried in
the deep shadows of night. The person stopped under a streetlight, and combed a pale hand
through short raven black hair. Usagi's eyes went wide. "Hotoru?" She gasped, and jumped away
from her window and raced out of her room. Her question would have to wait, if Hotoru was there
. . .
Makoto leaned closer against him, his hand moving with her so that it rested on her shoulder.
Glazed at him and saw that he was watching her instead of a movie. She quickly looked away, a
heavy blush setting in on her face. She smiled contently and went back to the movie.
"It's great isn't it?" He whispered to her, his hand stroking her auburn hair.
"What is?"
She could feel him smile, could feel the soft chuckle that was trying not to escape his lungs.
"To spend time with someone." He said simply, his hand still running through her hair.
She looked up at him. He was watching the movie. She sighed and went back to lying against him.
Minako looked at the woman standing out in the crowd of dancers. She no longer moved, just stood
and watched as the woman's bright green eyes stared at her, beckoning Minako to join her.
Minako pushed through the crowd of dancers, making her way to the woman. The woman smiled, her
hand outstretched, reaching for Minako. She grabbed the hand, and the woman pulled her till
there bodies were pressed against each other. Minako looked up at the woman a smile on her face.
"Who are you?" Minako whispered.
The woman's smile grew, and she backed away from her, their hands still intertwined. "I am the
one who can give you your freedom." The woman said as she spun Minako in a circle. "I am the
one who can free you of the cursed princess."
Minako pulled away from the warm, all emotion draining out of her eyes. "Who are you?" She said
again, her voice cold, all emotion gone. She reached within herself as she waited for an answer,
preparing in case she had to attack.
The woman shook her head. "Are you sure you want to do that?" She encompassed the club in a
glide of her hand. "Can you make sacrifices?"
Minako smiled. "No I can't."
"But I can!" Someone else finished, as an arm wrapped around the woman's throat.
"Oh, yes the dark one." The green-eyed woman said. "I was wondering how long it would take
you."
What Minako saw next amazed her. The woman pulled away from the tight grip and turned to look at
her would be murderer. "Now, Haruka is it?" The woman looked back at Minako, then to Haruka
again. "I can offer you freedom too." She said simply. "I can offer to take away that which
threatens you. The darkness inside." She pointed at Haruka's chest, and poked her. "I can make
it all go away."
"How?"
Hotoru sat on the comfy bed, her feet tucked under her. She smiled when Usagi came in, holding a
tray of snacks, and tea. "So what's this about?" Usagi asked as she set down the tray and
looked at Hotoru.
Hotoru shrugged. "The usual, world threatened. You know how it goes?" She said simply as she
reached over for a cup of tea. "You see, whatever's happening it's draining the elemental magics
from most of us. You, Setsuna, Minako, and myself are the only ones not being affected.
Usagi nodded. "How do you know this?"
Hotoru shrugged again. "I had a dream."
Usagi nodded, and sipped at her own tea. "Who else knows?"
"Setsuna, Haruka, Micheru, myself, and now you."
Usagi nodded again. "Any leads?"
Hotoru shook her head, and continued with her tea.
Rei tossed in her sleep, her mind deep in her dreams.
She rested high above the earth, the moon behind her. But she really wouldn't have known it was
the earth, all that lay below her was a blackened wasteland. Slowly, then faster her body
floated to the ground. There was nothing, nothing at all but black charred earth. What was
going on?
She turned, in the distance she could see a tower, she knew this place. A sickened grin crossed
her face. "Tokyo Tower." She mumbled. "It always comes back to you doesn't it?"
Her body moved, or was it the earth around her that moved. It felt so unnatural. Soon she was
at the foot of the tower, a gasp escaping her lips.
On a throne of skulls a raven-haired man sat, his face cover in a thick course bed, his black
armor tinted red from blood. Next to him stood a woman buried in shadow, her only feature, her
bright green eyes.
"Mamoru-kun." She whispered, approaching the man who sat on the throne.
A gasp barely escaped her lips as a red sword flashed before her; she knew it had severed her
head, as the sky tumbled around her.
Rei screamed her hands going for her throat, feeling that it was still there, she wasn't dead,
she wasn't dead!
"Rei!" Yelled a voice form just outside the room, the door slamming open, Yuuichirou running to
her side. It all happened to fast. "Rei what is it?" Yuuichirou asked, his voice so soft, so
kind.
She fell into him, tears streaming down her cheeks. Warm strong arms wrapped around her, and she
was glad for their strength. She would have to remember to never tell him that.
Chi leaned against the balcony railing, staring off into the lights of the city night. She
sighed as a cool breeze hit her. She was confused. Mamoru was being so kind to her, actually to
kind. She looked back into the apartment and smiled as she watched her brother pour over a book
of his, one hand flying over his notebook. She shook her head and turned back to the city, her
mind still reeling with questions that only seemed to bring even more questions. Shaking her
head she walked back into the apartment, and flopped down on the sofa. "Can I borrow the bike?"
She asked flipping through one of the book that were scattered across the coffee table.
"You're to young." He said simply, never looking away from his work.
Chi jumped up from the sofa. "Damn it Endymion I'm three years older then . . . Opps."
Mamoru looked over at her, shock lining his face. "Wh - What did you just say?"
Chi waved her hands in front of her, her shaking furiously. "Nothing, nothing, it's all right,
it's nothing. Just go back to your homework."
Minako sat across from Haruka, and for the first time in her life, she felt afraid of the woman.
She looked over at the green-eyed woman and was suddenly at ease.
"How can you free us?" Haruka asked, her voice almost a growl.
"It's simple." The woman said, a smile parting her full lips. "All you need to do is help me."
"How?" Minako asked, not knowing why she had.
"Bring me back to my husband." The woman said simply.
Haruka's fist slammed against the table, her other hand reaching over and grabbing the woman by
the throat. "Don't play with me!" She hissed.
The woman smiled. "Don't touch me." She whispered.
Haruka screamed in pain, her arm flying away from the woman. Minako gasped as she saw the
charred flesh that was once Haruka's palm.
The woman sighed and shook her head like a mother who had just disciplined her child. She took
Haruka's hand in hers, and the charred flesh vanished only leaving a slightly pink scar.
"Who are you?" Haruka asked, her voice low, shocked.
The woman smiled, her green eyes looking at both Minako and Haruka at the same time. "I am
Lillith." She said simply, and stood. "Now will you except my gifts, and help me." A smile
crossed her face and Minako could feel her body shaking in disgust and fear. "I would be very
upset if you didn't."
"We'll help." Minako said looking over to Haruka to see her agreement.
"Reflections of a Red Rose"
BY: NeoMoon
Rated: PG-13
Chapter Fourteen:
Usagi was sprawled over her floor trying to balance her pen on her nose, her pre homework ritual,
as Luna had always put it. She laughed, the pen dropping into the advance trig book, and sighed,
trying to figure out how she'd managed to place in that class. She rolled over on her back, her
head resting on the large book, and drifted off, hoping the old stories of osmosis was true.
She was in Mamoru's old apartment; she could here the rain pinging against the glass of the
balcony door. She looked up at him, into his gray eyes. She knew she was blushing as she leaned
up to kiss him.
So familiar. She thought. Why does this seem so familiar?
Glass shattered around her, driving deep into her arms. Mamoru's arms were around her, trying to
shove her behind him, but she couldn't move, all she could see was the green eyes looking at her,
burning through her mind. She tried to scream but couldn't, her throat suddenly dry and rough.
The woman moved like a cat so fast, her footfalls over the shattered glass making no sound.
Everything disappeared; all that existed was her and this woman. She tried to move, she tried to
get away but she couldn't. Why couldn't she move!
The woman reached for her, her arm impossibly long. Usagi could feel the pain, like a shock
throughout her frame as the woman grabbed her by the hair and threw her. "How dare you do this
to your wife!" She could here the woman scream as even the woman vanished and she was left alone
in a dark void. She knew the woman wasn't speaking to her.
Usagi gasped as she jumped up. She looked around the room. It was empty. Breathing heavily,
her mind and body still shocked from the dream, she stumbled over to her window and leaned out
it, letting the cool evening breeze caress her face, letting it remind her of Mamoru. So much
was happening, first Chi, the voices in her mind, now the dreams. All seemed so familiar, and
Mamoru insisted it was only a heavy wind that had shattered the glass, causing the accident.
Usagi shook her head, wishing that she could remember what had happened that night.
She sighed and looked out at the night, someone was walking up the street, their form buried in
the deep shadows of night. The person stopped under a streetlight, and combed a pale hand
through short raven black hair. Usagi's eyes went wide. "Hotoru?" She gasped, and jumped away
from her window and raced out of her room. Her question would have to wait, if Hotoru was there
. . .
Makoto leaned closer against him, his hand moving with her so that it rested on her shoulder.
Glazed at him and saw that he was watching her instead of a movie. She quickly looked away, a
heavy blush setting in on her face. She smiled contently and went back to the movie.
"It's great isn't it?" He whispered to her, his hand stroking her auburn hair.
"What is?"
She could feel him smile, could feel the soft chuckle that was trying not to escape his lungs.
"To spend time with someone." He said simply, his hand still running through her hair.
She looked up at him. He was watching the movie. She sighed and went back to lying against him.
Minako looked at the woman standing out in the crowd of dancers. She no longer moved, just stood
and watched as the woman's bright green eyes stared at her, beckoning Minako to join her.
Minako pushed through the crowd of dancers, making her way to the woman. The woman smiled, her
hand outstretched, reaching for Minako. She grabbed the hand, and the woman pulled her till
there bodies were pressed against each other. Minako looked up at the woman a smile on her face.
"Who are you?" Minako whispered.
The woman's smile grew, and she backed away from her, their hands still intertwined. "I am the
one who can give you your freedom." The woman said as she spun Minako in a circle. "I am the
one who can free you of the cursed princess."
Minako pulled away from the warm, all emotion draining out of her eyes. "Who are you?" She said
again, her voice cold, all emotion gone. She reached within herself as she waited for an answer,
preparing in case she had to attack.
The woman shook her head. "Are you sure you want to do that?" She encompassed the club in a
glide of her hand. "Can you make sacrifices?"
Minako smiled. "No I can't."
"But I can!" Someone else finished, as an arm wrapped around the woman's throat.
"Oh, yes the dark one." The green-eyed woman said. "I was wondering how long it would take
you."
What Minako saw next amazed her. The woman pulled away from the tight grip and turned to look at
her would be murderer. "Now, Haruka is it?" The woman looked back at Minako, then to Haruka
again. "I can offer you freedom too." She said simply. "I can offer to take away that which
threatens you. The darkness inside." She pointed at Haruka's chest, and poked her. "I can make
it all go away."
"How?"
Hotoru sat on the comfy bed, her feet tucked under her. She smiled when Usagi came in, holding a
tray of snacks, and tea. "So what's this about?" Usagi asked as she set down the tray and
looked at Hotoru.
Hotoru shrugged. "The usual, world threatened. You know how it goes?" She said simply as she
reached over for a cup of tea. "You see, whatever's happening it's draining the elemental magics
from most of us. You, Setsuna, Minako, and myself are the only ones not being affected.
Usagi nodded. "How do you know this?"
Hotoru shrugged again. "I had a dream."
Usagi nodded, and sipped at her own tea. "Who else knows?"
"Setsuna, Haruka, Micheru, myself, and now you."
Usagi nodded again. "Any leads?"
Hotoru shook her head, and continued with her tea.
Rei tossed in her sleep, her mind deep in her dreams.
She rested high above the earth, the moon behind her. But she really wouldn't have known it was
the earth, all that lay below her was a blackened wasteland. Slowly, then faster her body
floated to the ground. There was nothing, nothing at all but black charred earth. What was
going on?
She turned, in the distance she could see a tower, she knew this place. A sickened grin crossed
her face. "Tokyo Tower." She mumbled. "It always comes back to you doesn't it?"
Her body moved, or was it the earth around her that moved. It felt so unnatural. Soon she was
at the foot of the tower, a gasp escaping her lips.
On a throne of skulls a raven-haired man sat, his face cover in a thick course bed, his black
armor tinted red from blood. Next to him stood a woman buried in shadow, her only feature, her
bright green eyes.
"Mamoru-kun." She whispered, approaching the man who sat on the throne.
A gasp barely escaped her lips as a red sword flashed before her; she knew it had severed her
head, as the sky tumbled around her.
Rei screamed her hands going for her throat, feeling that it was still there, she wasn't dead,
she wasn't dead!
"Rei!" Yelled a voice form just outside the room, the door slamming open, Yuuichirou running to
her side. It all happened to fast. "Rei what is it?" Yuuichirou asked, his voice so soft, so
kind.
She fell into him, tears streaming down her cheeks. Warm strong arms wrapped around her, and she
was glad for their strength. She would have to remember to never tell him that.
Chi leaned against the balcony railing, staring off into the lights of the city night. She
sighed as a cool breeze hit her. She was confused. Mamoru was being so kind to her, actually to
kind. She looked back into the apartment and smiled as she watched her brother pour over a book
of his, one hand flying over his notebook. She shook her head and turned back to the city, her
mind still reeling with questions that only seemed to bring even more questions. Shaking her
head she walked back into the apartment, and flopped down on the sofa. "Can I borrow the bike?"
She asked flipping through one of the book that were scattered across the coffee table.
"You're to young." He said simply, never looking away from his work.
Chi jumped up from the sofa. "Damn it Endymion I'm three years older then . . . Opps."
Mamoru looked over at her, shock lining his face. "Wh - What did you just say?"
Chi waved her hands in front of her, her shaking furiously. "Nothing, nothing, it's all right,
it's nothing. Just go back to your homework."
Minako sat across from Haruka, and for the first time in her life, she felt afraid of the woman.
She looked over at the green-eyed woman and was suddenly at ease.
"How can you free us?" Haruka asked, her voice almost a growl.
"It's simple." The woman said, a smile parting her full lips. "All you need to do is help me."
"How?" Minako asked, not knowing why she had.
"Bring me back to my husband." The woman said simply.
Haruka's fist slammed against the table, her other hand reaching over and grabbing the woman by
the throat. "Don't play with me!" She hissed.
The woman smiled. "Don't touch me." She whispered.
Haruka screamed in pain, her arm flying away from the woman. Minako gasped as she saw the
charred flesh that was once Haruka's palm.
The woman sighed and shook her head like a mother who had just disciplined her child. She took
Haruka's hand in hers, and the charred flesh vanished only leaving a slightly pink scar.
"Who are you?" Haruka asked, her voice low, shocked.
The woman smiled, her green eyes looking at both Minako and Haruka at the same time. "I am
Lillith." She said simply, and stood. "Now will you except my gifts, and help me." A smile
crossed her face and Minako could feel her body shaking in disgust and fear. "I would be very
upset if you didn't."
"We'll help." Minako said looking over to Haruka to see her agreement.