Desperate Measures

Weehaa! This chapter will hopefully answer all you people's questions. Trust me, it ties together.
And this isn't supposed to comply with the actual story, it's not going to happen like it did in the
TV show.
I don't own SM, blah blah blah...


"Tsukaeri. Wake up."
"What IS it?" He shook his head and rubbed his eyes.
"I think the baby's coming."
"All right, woman, get in the car."
"Girl! Wake up! Follow me. You can't be home alone for that long. Unless of course..." He punched
her, once again shaking her 4 year old body with extreme pain. He continued to barrage her with
strikes.
"Once your mom has that baby, I won't have to have time for you! You fuckin bitch! Get up!"
She was trembling against the wall of her room.
"NOW!! DIE!!!" He picked her up by her neck, ready to break it. For just a moment, she slipped
between life and death. For just a moment, Tsukaeri had won. For just a moment. A girl who looked
to be Usagi's older self, a beautiful girl of about 14, only dressed in some sort of white gown, came
to the young child.
"Now is not your time to die. You have to live. You were sent to this Earth for a reason." She touched
the middle of the little girl's forehead and it sprang to life. Usagi woke up, determination shining
in her eyes.
"Now, you don't need the wand. You have your own powers now." The small girl handed the older
one the tannish piece of wood.
"Good girl. I'll see you again sometime."
"Moon Prism Power! Make-up!!" The young girl shouted. A brilliant flash of pink light engulfed
her and she came out wearing some kind of sailor fuku with a tiara over her forehead. Her boots
appeared to be knee length.
"Don't try it, Tsukaeri." She hissed.
"Wh-whatever. Just get in the car and bring something quiet to do in the waiting room." She let
the transformation wear off and found her gameboy. She stuffed it into her pocket after dressing.
She discovered that she had a strange brooch that had lit up when she transformed. She'd figure
it out later, anyway. She had a while to wait in the waiting room of the hospital, playing gameboy.
~~A FEW HOURS LATER~~~~~~~~~~~
"It's a healthy boy." The doctor announced.
"That's wonderful!" Kaeri exclaimed.
"We'll call him Shingo. Tsukino Shingo means sign of the moon."
"Okay...?" Kaeri fell asleep.
~~~~~~~~~A FEW WEEKS LATER~~~~~~~
"Can I see Shingo?" Usagi asked.
"Okay, Little Rabbit, you can." She crept into the boy's room. She offered him a finger and he tugged
on it.
"May I pick him up?"
"Sure, just be careful and put an arm under his neck."
"Okay." She picked up the babbling baby and cooed softly at him. He calmed down and fell asleep.
She kissed him on the cheek and put him in the crib. Tsukaeri rushed into the room.
"What're you doing?"
"Nothing, Momma just said I could see Shingo a little."
"What's wrong with you, woman?! That poor boy'll catch her disease!" Kaeri could see that
he was about to hit Usagi. Without thinking, she grabbed the young girl in her arms and took her
to a karate dojo not too far from there.
"May I enroll my daughter for lessons?"
"Sure. We offer them free, and we're about to start a class. Name please?"
"She's Tsukino Usagi and I'm Tsukino Kaeri."
"Okay. Here's the gi. Get her changed." Usagi went into the changing room. She put the gi jacket
on, tied it, and put the pants on. She tied the belt and straightened the jacket before bowing into the
training room.(That's how they do it; I should know! ;))
Her form was amazing. Anyone could see that. No one had ever done this well within their first
2 years. Her kicks and punches were powerful enough to wind some of the brown-belts, and she learned
her kata within the lesson. Then, it was time for sparring. She choked. She hoped they weren't allowed
to do throws or grabs. They put her up against one of the green belts. She bowed and took her stance,
ready to try to figure it out. The boy faked her a back knuckle to the head, then tried to counter punch
her ribcage. She blocked. She had it figured out. Timing. She needed to time it right. There! He
was concentrating on her foot movements to see if she would kick. Her feet could also show which
direction she was moving to see her attack. But there was one weakness. If she got close and avoided
his attacks, she could hit him 2 or 3 times. 'Now!' She thought. Her punch hit him in the ribs
and the referee called it. The whole hour had passed. She bowed out of the training room, ready
for the next practice session.
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Weehaa! Did you like it??
PK