*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Survivor
By Kas
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Genre: Sad, angst.
Season: SMR
Rating: G
Main Character: Usagi
Attention: This fanfic is super short and there's a tissue,
warning attached to it.
Disclaimers: I OWN NOTHING! ABSOLUTLY NOTHING!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Survivor
By Kas
KasMiko@aol.com
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Usagi frowned at the picture on her night table.
How was she supposed to do this?
How was she supposed to live without him this way?
She felt… empty, like that most precious part of her had
ruthlessly been ripped out and stomped on.
Fighting back another bout of tears, she stood up and walked
to the window.
The sun was shining, the sky was crystal clear as a lake, and
her heart was shattered in two.
___________________________________________
Now that you're out of my life
I'm so much better
You thought that I'd be weak without you
But I'm stronger
You thought that I'd be broke without you
But I'm richer
You thought that I'd be sad without you
I laugh harder
You thought I wouldn't grow without you
Now I'm wiser
Though that I'd be helpless without you
But I'm smarter
You thought that I'd be stressed without you
But I'm chillin'
You thought I wouldn't sell without you
Sold 9 million
__________________________________________
Usagi relaxed into her chair and watched as Motoki made a
chocolate shake.
The everyday routine gave her a sense of normality, rather
then depress her further.
Mamoru had walked out of her life quicker then he'd walked in.
He'd shown her true love; the soul crushing, mind numbing
kind that had the power to render you helpless,
then he'd politely said goodbye and left her without reason.
The cad.
___________________________________________________________
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm not gon give up (What?)
I'm not gon stop (What?)
I'm gon work harder (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm gonna make it (What?)
I will survive (What?)
Keep on survivin' (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm not gon give up (What?)
I'm not gon stop (What?)
I'm gon work harder (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm gonna make it (What?)
I will survive (What?)
Keep on survivin' (What?)
_________________________________________________________
Usagi listened as Luna continued to lecture and chastise
about her many faults, as well as the senshi's many faults
in battle…
When she caught the scent of roses coming in through the
shrines open doors, her eyes began to water.
How much longer? She wondered achingly.
How much longer would her heart hurt this way.
When would she finally be able to look at a rose and admire it
for its beauty, rather then break into tears?
___________________________________________________________
Thought I couldn't breathe without
I'm inhaling
You thought I couldn't see without you
Perfect vision
You thought I couldn't last without you
But I'm lastin'
You thought that I would die without you
But I'm livin'
Thought that I would fail without you
But I'm on top
Thought it would be over by now
But it won't stop
Thought that I would self destruct
But I'm still here
Even in my years to come
I'm still gon be here
___________________________________________________________
Closure.
That one word was highly underestimated in Usagi's opinion.
Did men *not* understand the need for it?
Did they *not* realize the true demand a heart had for it?
She needed something, that little something that would make
the pain ease and allow her life to go back to the way it had
been.
_________________________________________________________
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm not gon give up (What?)
I'm not gon stop (What?)
I'm gon work harder (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm gonna make it (What?)
I will survive (What?)
Keep on survivin' (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm not gon give up (What?)
I'm not gon stop (What?)
I'm gon work harder (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm gonna make it (What?)
I will survive (What?)
Keep on survivin' (What?)
__________________________________________________________
Usagi clutched her knees together and rocked back and forth.
Things had gotten better, she'd been sure of it…
But then she'd seen his picture…
She knew she should have done more then set it in the drawer,
but it had just hurt too much to touch it…
__________________________________________________________
I'm wishin' you the best
Pray that you are blessed
Bring much success, no stress, and lots of happiness
(I'm better than that)
I'm not gon blast you on the radio
(I'm better than that)
I'm not gon lie on you and your family
(I'm better than that)
I'm not gon hate on you in the magazines
('m better than that)
I'm not gon compromise my Christianity
(I'm better than that)
You know I'm not gon diss you on the internet
Cause my mama taught me better than that
___________________________________________________________
Usagi glanced around a little before getting to her knees
sluggishly.
The roses were a bright blood red, piercing almost, and so
very much alive on the single bush.
She reached out and fingered one that had yet to bloom fully.
When the thick, sweet smell of the roses surrounded her, Usagi
did no more then smile.
_________________________________________________________
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm not gon give up (What?)
I'm not gon stop (What?)
I'm gon work harder (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm gonna make it (What?)
I will survive (What?)
Keep on survivin' (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm not gon give up (What?)
I'm not gon stop (What?)
I'm gon work harder (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm gonna make it (What?)
I will survive (What?)
Keep on survivin' (What?)
__________________________________________________________
It wasn't a cliché, Usagi had realized.
She would hurt, and she would cry, this was inevitable.
And there may always be an empty spot that no one or anything
else could fill, but she'd survive without him.
She'd go on living, and she'd live well.
__________________________________________________________
Oh (oh) oh (oh)...
After of all of the darkness and sadness
Soon comes happiness
If I surround my self with positive things
I'll gain prosperity
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm not gon give up (What?)
I'm not gon stop (What?)
I'm gon work harder (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm gonna make it (What?)
I will survive (What?)
Keep on survivin' (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm not gon give up (What?)
I'm not gon stop (What?)
I'm gon work harder (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm gonna make it (What?)
I will survive (What?)
Keep on survivin' (What?)
___________________________________________________________
Usagi made the effort to relax her shoulders when she spotted
Mamoru in the arcade.
Should she turn away?
As if making the decision for her, her feet took her through
the doors and right up to the counter.
She didn't bother to notice when Mamoru tensed at her approach,
instead she turned a brilliant smile on Motoki.
"Hey Motoki-san?"
Motoki beamed back, more then happy to see her acting herself
again.
"Is there anything I can get for you Usa-chan?"
She giggled at the nickname and ignored Mamoru entirely.
"I'd like one chocolate shake, please."
When she walked out of the arcade, still sipping her milk
shake, she realized that the smile that she'd plastered on,
had somehow became genuine.
She was smiling, for real!
The old Usagi was back.
___________________________________________________________
Survivor
By Kas
I have a new e-mail address, ( KasMiko@aol.com ) Use it!
So, how much did you hate it?
I'm sorry folks, but I had to write this, couldn't stop myself
really.
Season R of Sailormoon is painful to watch, not cause Mamoru
dumps her but because she's so slap-worthy through the whole
thing.
I needed to give her backbone and show that she could, and
would, get over him.
His loss.
This WASN'T a bash Mamo fanfic; I love the guy way too much!
It was, however, an Usagi-got-back fanfic.
The song that inspired this little fanfic is called; Survivor
by Destiny's Child
All rights go to them and respectful owners.
This is the shortest story I have EVER written.
I'm proud of that. ( It's like six pages on word.)
I'd like to throw a hello out to a few people:
Rachel* ( my biggest fan )
Knightsabr, ( my supplier of naughty stories ) and
Ashley ( we gotta stop jinxing it! )
Kingen,
Kas
F & M SMR
www.geocities.com/shenkosky/mypage.html
AOL Screen Name:
KasMiko or Kas Miko
AOL E-mail:
KasMiko@aol.com
~ 4/15/01 ~
Survivor
By Kas
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Genre: Sad, angst.
Season: SMR
Rating: G
Main Character: Usagi
Attention: This fanfic is super short and there's a tissue,
warning attached to it.
Disclaimers: I OWN NOTHING! ABSOLUTLY NOTHING!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Survivor
By Kas
KasMiko@aol.com
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Usagi frowned at the picture on her night table.
How was she supposed to do this?
How was she supposed to live without him this way?
She felt… empty, like that most precious part of her had
ruthlessly been ripped out and stomped on.
Fighting back another bout of tears, she stood up and walked
to the window.
The sun was shining, the sky was crystal clear as a lake, and
her heart was shattered in two.
___________________________________________
Now that you're out of my life
I'm so much better
You thought that I'd be weak without you
But I'm stronger
You thought that I'd be broke without you
But I'm richer
You thought that I'd be sad without you
I laugh harder
You thought I wouldn't grow without you
Now I'm wiser
Though that I'd be helpless without you
But I'm smarter
You thought that I'd be stressed without you
But I'm chillin'
You thought I wouldn't sell without you
Sold 9 million
__________________________________________
Usagi relaxed into her chair and watched as Motoki made a
chocolate shake.
The everyday routine gave her a sense of normality, rather
then depress her further.
Mamoru had walked out of her life quicker then he'd walked in.
He'd shown her true love; the soul crushing, mind numbing
kind that had the power to render you helpless,
then he'd politely said goodbye and left her without reason.
The cad.
___________________________________________________________
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm not gon give up (What?)
I'm not gon stop (What?)
I'm gon work harder (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm gonna make it (What?)
I will survive (What?)
Keep on survivin' (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm not gon give up (What?)
I'm not gon stop (What?)
I'm gon work harder (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm gonna make it (What?)
I will survive (What?)
Keep on survivin' (What?)
_________________________________________________________
Usagi listened as Luna continued to lecture and chastise
about her many faults, as well as the senshi's many faults
in battle…
When she caught the scent of roses coming in through the
shrines open doors, her eyes began to water.
How much longer? She wondered achingly.
How much longer would her heart hurt this way.
When would she finally be able to look at a rose and admire it
for its beauty, rather then break into tears?
___________________________________________________________
Thought I couldn't breathe without
I'm inhaling
You thought I couldn't see without you
Perfect vision
You thought I couldn't last without you
But I'm lastin'
You thought that I would die without you
But I'm livin'
Thought that I would fail without you
But I'm on top
Thought it would be over by now
But it won't stop
Thought that I would self destruct
But I'm still here
Even in my years to come
I'm still gon be here
___________________________________________________________
Closure.
That one word was highly underestimated in Usagi's opinion.
Did men *not* understand the need for it?
Did they *not* realize the true demand a heart had for it?
She needed something, that little something that would make
the pain ease and allow her life to go back to the way it had
been.
_________________________________________________________
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm not gon give up (What?)
I'm not gon stop (What?)
I'm gon work harder (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm gonna make it (What?)
I will survive (What?)
Keep on survivin' (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm not gon give up (What?)
I'm not gon stop (What?)
I'm gon work harder (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm gonna make it (What?)
I will survive (What?)
Keep on survivin' (What?)
__________________________________________________________
Usagi clutched her knees together and rocked back and forth.
Things had gotten better, she'd been sure of it…
But then she'd seen his picture…
She knew she should have done more then set it in the drawer,
but it had just hurt too much to touch it…
__________________________________________________________
I'm wishin' you the best
Pray that you are blessed
Bring much success, no stress, and lots of happiness
(I'm better than that)
I'm not gon blast you on the radio
(I'm better than that)
I'm not gon lie on you and your family
(I'm better than that)
I'm not gon hate on you in the magazines
('m better than that)
I'm not gon compromise my Christianity
(I'm better than that)
You know I'm not gon diss you on the internet
Cause my mama taught me better than that
___________________________________________________________
Usagi glanced around a little before getting to her knees
sluggishly.
The roses were a bright blood red, piercing almost, and so
very much alive on the single bush.
She reached out and fingered one that had yet to bloom fully.
When the thick, sweet smell of the roses surrounded her, Usagi
did no more then smile.
_________________________________________________________
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm not gon give up (What?)
I'm not gon stop (What?)
I'm gon work harder (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm gonna make it (What?)
I will survive (What?)
Keep on survivin' (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm not gon give up (What?)
I'm not gon stop (What?)
I'm gon work harder (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm gonna make it (What?)
I will survive (What?)
Keep on survivin' (What?)
__________________________________________________________
It wasn't a cliché, Usagi had realized.
She would hurt, and she would cry, this was inevitable.
And there may always be an empty spot that no one or anything
else could fill, but she'd survive without him.
She'd go on living, and she'd live well.
__________________________________________________________
Oh (oh) oh (oh)...
After of all of the darkness and sadness
Soon comes happiness
If I surround my self with positive things
I'll gain prosperity
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm not gon give up (What?)
I'm not gon stop (What?)
I'm gon work harder (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm gonna make it (What?)
I will survive (What?)
Keep on survivin' (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm not gon give up (What?)
I'm not gon stop (What?)
I'm gon work harder (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm gonna make it (What?)
I will survive (What?)
Keep on survivin' (What?)
___________________________________________________________
Usagi made the effort to relax her shoulders when she spotted
Mamoru in the arcade.
Should she turn away?
As if making the decision for her, her feet took her through
the doors and right up to the counter.
She didn't bother to notice when Mamoru tensed at her approach,
instead she turned a brilliant smile on Motoki.
"Hey Motoki-san?"
Motoki beamed back, more then happy to see her acting herself
again.
"Is there anything I can get for you Usa-chan?"
She giggled at the nickname and ignored Mamoru entirely.
"I'd like one chocolate shake, please."
When she walked out of the arcade, still sipping her milk
shake, she realized that the smile that she'd plastered on,
had somehow became genuine.
She was smiling, for real!
The old Usagi was back.
___________________________________________________________
Survivor
By Kas
I have a new e-mail address, ( KasMiko@aol.com ) Use it!
So, how much did you hate it?
I'm sorry folks, but I had to write this, couldn't stop myself
really.
Season R of Sailormoon is painful to watch, not cause Mamoru
dumps her but because she's so slap-worthy through the whole
thing.
I needed to give her backbone and show that she could, and
would, get over him.
His loss.
This WASN'T a bash Mamo fanfic; I love the guy way too much!
It was, however, an Usagi-got-back fanfic.
The song that inspired this little fanfic is called; Survivor
by Destiny's Child
All rights go to them and respectful owners.
This is the shortest story I have EVER written.
I'm proud of that. ( It's like six pages on word.)
I'd like to throw a hello out to a few people:
Rachel* ( my biggest fan )
Knightsabr, ( my supplier of naughty stories ) and
Ashley ( we gotta stop jinxing it! )
Kingen,
Kas
F & M SMR
www.geocities.com/shenkosky/mypage.html
AOL Screen Name:
KasMiko or Kas Miko
AOL E-mail:
KasMiko@aol.com
~ 4/15/01 ~