Never Again - Part Three
By: PhoenixStAr
Rating: Pg-13
Disclaimer: Sailormoon not mine. However, Saikoushidousha attacks,
Sailor Phoenix, Fenikkusu Kirei, the Platinum Guard, the Platinum Star,
concept and story line *are* mine. Please ask before you use them.
My email: kireiphoenix@hotmail.com
My site : http://takeoff.to/platinumphoenix
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Narrator's P.O.V.
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Two months after Mamoru has dumped Usagi.
Months had passed, and the anger (at Mamoru) and sympathy
that the Senshi had for Usagi had disappeared and in it's
place, pity and annoyance surfaced. Ami, Makoto, Minako, Michiru,
and Hotaru pitied Usagi for not being able to let go, Rei, Haruka,
Chibi-Usa, all of the Starlights and even Setsuna was annoyed at Usagi
for it.
Setsuna, in all her time at the time gate had not seen Usagi
mope so long over Mamoru. The longest she'd ever seen was a month
and a half, max. By then, Mamoru should've gotten over the dreams
and realized that they meant nothing. But what was wrong? Why wasn't
it happening?
One day, Usagi just snapped. She was sick and tired of having
everyone watch her as if each and every single thing she did had to
do with Mamoru.
'Well, DUH I miss him. After all, we *were* destined to be
together, and I *did* (still do) love him more than life itself, and
he *did* tell me the same, so I *am* only being human! Let's see how
*they* would like it! Going through hell and back several times so you
could be with your destined love, only to find out that he's gotten sick
of you!' she thought.
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Usagi's P.O.V.
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"Scout meeting, my house, my room, NOW. Don't freak bout
my parents or Shingo, cause they're totally out of town. Get your
sailor butts over here, like NOW. You too, Luna, Artemis. And yes,
this means you too, Setsuna." I don't care how mean I sound. I'm sick
of it.
"What do you want, Odango Atama? This better be good."
Oh, this'll be good, all right.
"Now, Usa-chan, I'm aware that you've been under stress
recently, but-"
"Ami-chan, please. Not now. I totally don't need or
want a lecture."
"What is it, Odango?"
"You'll find out soon enough."
"Gomen nasai, minna-chan!! I was like, talking to this
really kawaii guy at the arcade!"
"I'm here, your highness. What is it that you need my
service for?"
"Arigato for joining us, Suna-chan. But, like, please, you
know better than to get totally formal on me, right?" I smile, then
turn back to my mean-nasty face.
"Okay people, this is the total deal. I am *so*
totally sick and tired of watching you people pity me. Oh sure,
some of you are just annoyed, but you're going to have to deal with
it. You *don't* know how I feel, so don't act like you do.
"Ah, don't talk. Not yet. Like, let me totally finish.
I don't want pity. Treat me like you would, like, usually, okay?
And like, if you don't think that you can do that out of like, your
own freewill, then take that as an official order."
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Ami's P.O.V.
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(AN: This being Ami, I'll put the translation under each
paragraph. Hee, it's strange, I'm actually finding it fun to confuse
myself with huge strange vocabulary.)
I was inarticulate. (Translation: I was speechless.)
And as I descry about, it metamorphosed manifestable that
I was not solitarily stupified by our Princess's diminutive
colloquy. Who would've ruminated that our endearing Usa-chan could
portray such a domineering character? (Translation: And as I
glanced around, it became obvious that I wasn't the only one
shocked by our Princess's little speech. Who would've thought that
our lovable Usa-chan could act so assertive?)
"Usa-chan, if that's what you want-" Seemingly, Michiru-san
was the primordial sole to convalesce from the prostration. After
all, she *is* ceaselessly the most placid figure of our
congregation. (Translation: Seems like Michiru-san was the first
one to recover from the shock. After all, she is always the calmest
one of the group.)
"Yes, Michi-chan. This is totally what I want. If
I'm ever going to get over Mamoru-san, it'll take time. I can't and
won't get over him under the pressure and shelter of all the senshi."
"Why am I not surprised? Odango Atama can't handle
something under pressure," Rei articulates with a simper.
Oh, Rei-chan, this is not an auspicious juncture. Doltish
incendiary. It appears that the senshi acquiesce in the same
theory. They all dispatch ignominious miens en route for her,
myself subsumed. Rei indicates self-disbelievement. I anticipate
the paroxysm, however, it never materializes. (Translation: Rei
says with a smirk. Oh, Rei-chan, not now. Stupid pyro. It seems
like the rest of the senshi agree with me. They all send dirty
looks to her, me included. Rei looks like she can't believe
herself. I wait for the explosion, but it never comes.)
"Can't handle anything under pressure, eh, Rei?" Usagi's
modulation daunts me. She seldom piqued to the prong where she
would enunciate in a tranquil ire. I could espy Rei getting
unopulent subservient to Usa's glower. No one dared to vocalize
anything. Not Rei, not even the accustomed sagacious Michiru.
Uncommunicativeness secreted the expanse. (Translation:
Usagi's tone scared me. She rarely got mad to the point where
she would speak in a hushed rage. I could see Rei getting
uncomfortable under Usa's glare. No one dared to say anything.
Not Rei, not even the usually sensible Michiru. Silence
covered the room.)
More silence. (Translation: More silence.)
"You're right, Rei, maybe I can't," she speaks inaudibly. I
glimpse pertinent to behold lamentation befall my beloved
princess's oculists. Oh Rei, must you have done that?
Subsequently after Mamoru's nuncupative clouting, Usagi has
seized each and every unadulterated abrogating opprobrium to
her seat of passion. Each criticism prompted her remembrance of
Mamoru's performance. Confound that man! Regard what he has
curtailed her to! DAMN HIM! (Translation: I
looked up to see tears welling up in my beloved princess's
eyes. Oh Rei, did you really have to do that? After
Mamoru's verbal bashing, Usagi has taken each and every single
negative comment to the bone. Each comment reminded her of what
Mamoru-san had said. Damn that man! Look at what he's reduced
her to! DAMN HIM!)
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Setsuna's P.O.V.
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"You're right, Rei, maybe I can't." The eyes of each
senshi widen, including mine. She had sounded so final! Damn this.
Usagi and Mamoru...the only two eople in the known universe who
could mess up the time line. At all my time in the time stream, I
have not seen this coming. Why? "Gomen nasai, minna-chan, for
wasting your time. You know your way out. I'll be around."
And with that, she just walked out of the room.
Shimatta, something is really wrong with the timeline.
Endymion-sama and Serenity-sama should've made up by now. What
is happening?? Usagi is maturing and turning into the Neo-Queen
too soon! Inside, I was a nervous wreck. Exterior wise though,
I had to keep up my calm front. No, this is wrong! I snapped out
of my reverie to see that Serenity was already out of the room.
The room was now filled with nine senshi, three Starlights,
and two cats. All of whom were utterly speechless.
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Usagi's P.O.V.
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I'm so *incredibly* stupid! Why didn't I
think it out before I called everyone?? Now I've gone
and made a total fool of myself. But...yes, Rei-chan's
right. I *can't* handle anything with the pressure I'm under.
I have to leave. I can't take this anymore. Everything and
everyone is a reminder of what I had with Mamo-chan. But he's
not my Mamo-chan anymore now. He's simply Mamoru-san. Oh,
Mamo-chan, why'd you do it?
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Mamoru's P.O.V.
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Two months have passed since that fateful day I broke
up with Usako. I still see her in the streets, at the arcade,
at the park sitting at our bench...even if she's not really
there. Kami-sama, I miss her. But I can't. I can't approach her.
I have to keep my distance. The dreams have stopped, but that
probably means that she's not in danger from me anymore. I will
*not* endanger my princess like that. If love in this lifetime
was not possible, then perhaps in yet another, my dear Usako...
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Setsuna's P.O.V.
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Crystal Tokyo, Moon Palace, Endymion and Serenity's private
quarters.
That's it. I'm talking to Neo-King Endymion about this.
"ENDYMION!"
"Yes, Pluto-san?" His eyes are bloodshot, and his clothes
wrinkled. His hair is messed, and there are bags under his eyes.
It's apparent that he can't stand the fact that his queen is
encased in that crystal, but he knows, just as well as I do,
that there is no choice.
"Why haven't you stopped the dreams yet? Do you not
see the pain they're both in?!?" There was no need to state
who 'they' were. It was obvious.
"I *have* stopped them, Pluto-san. Perhaps it's not me
you need to be talking to." His tone infuriates me to no end.
"And if not you, your *majesty*," I strain the word
'majesty', for I really see nothing 'majestic' about him at
the moment. "Then who?"
"Mamoru. For I have stopped the dreams. It is he who
has not done anything about it."
"I have *warned* you, my king, about the repercussions
of this, and now, the future as you know it is in danger!"
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Author's Notes: So...how'd you like it? Comments, suggestions,
flames, death threats to kireiphoenix@hotmail.com
My site: http://takeoff.to/platinumphoenix
By: PhoenixStAr
Rating: Pg-13
Disclaimer: Sailormoon not mine. However, Saikoushidousha attacks,
Sailor Phoenix, Fenikkusu Kirei, the Platinum Guard, the Platinum Star,
concept and story line *are* mine. Please ask before you use them.
My email: kireiphoenix@hotmail.com
My site : http://takeoff.to/platinumphoenix
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Narrator's P.O.V.
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Two months after Mamoru has dumped Usagi.
Months had passed, and the anger (at Mamoru) and sympathy
that the Senshi had for Usagi had disappeared and in it's
place, pity and annoyance surfaced. Ami, Makoto, Minako, Michiru,
and Hotaru pitied Usagi for not being able to let go, Rei, Haruka,
Chibi-Usa, all of the Starlights and even Setsuna was annoyed at Usagi
for it.
Setsuna, in all her time at the time gate had not seen Usagi
mope so long over Mamoru. The longest she'd ever seen was a month
and a half, max. By then, Mamoru should've gotten over the dreams
and realized that they meant nothing. But what was wrong? Why wasn't
it happening?
One day, Usagi just snapped. She was sick and tired of having
everyone watch her as if each and every single thing she did had to
do with Mamoru.
'Well, DUH I miss him. After all, we *were* destined to be
together, and I *did* (still do) love him more than life itself, and
he *did* tell me the same, so I *am* only being human! Let's see how
*they* would like it! Going through hell and back several times so you
could be with your destined love, only to find out that he's gotten sick
of you!' she thought.
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Usagi's P.O.V.
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"Scout meeting, my house, my room, NOW. Don't freak bout
my parents or Shingo, cause they're totally out of town. Get your
sailor butts over here, like NOW. You too, Luna, Artemis. And yes,
this means you too, Setsuna." I don't care how mean I sound. I'm sick
of it.
"What do you want, Odango Atama? This better be good."
Oh, this'll be good, all right.
"Now, Usa-chan, I'm aware that you've been under stress
recently, but-"
"Ami-chan, please. Not now. I totally don't need or
want a lecture."
"What is it, Odango?"
"You'll find out soon enough."
"Gomen nasai, minna-chan!! I was like, talking to this
really kawaii guy at the arcade!"
"I'm here, your highness. What is it that you need my
service for?"
"Arigato for joining us, Suna-chan. But, like, please, you
know better than to get totally formal on me, right?" I smile, then
turn back to my mean-nasty face.
"Okay people, this is the total deal. I am *so*
totally sick and tired of watching you people pity me. Oh sure,
some of you are just annoyed, but you're going to have to deal with
it. You *don't* know how I feel, so don't act like you do.
"Ah, don't talk. Not yet. Like, let me totally finish.
I don't want pity. Treat me like you would, like, usually, okay?
And like, if you don't think that you can do that out of like, your
own freewill, then take that as an official order."
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Ami's P.O.V.
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(AN: This being Ami, I'll put the translation under each
paragraph. Hee, it's strange, I'm actually finding it fun to confuse
myself with huge strange vocabulary.)
I was inarticulate. (Translation: I was speechless.)
And as I descry about, it metamorphosed manifestable that
I was not solitarily stupified by our Princess's diminutive
colloquy. Who would've ruminated that our endearing Usa-chan could
portray such a domineering character? (Translation: And as I
glanced around, it became obvious that I wasn't the only one
shocked by our Princess's little speech. Who would've thought that
our lovable Usa-chan could act so assertive?)
"Usa-chan, if that's what you want-" Seemingly, Michiru-san
was the primordial sole to convalesce from the prostration. After
all, she *is* ceaselessly the most placid figure of our
congregation. (Translation: Seems like Michiru-san was the first
one to recover from the shock. After all, she is always the calmest
one of the group.)
"Yes, Michi-chan. This is totally what I want. If
I'm ever going to get over Mamoru-san, it'll take time. I can't and
won't get over him under the pressure and shelter of all the senshi."
"Why am I not surprised? Odango Atama can't handle
something under pressure," Rei articulates with a simper.
Oh, Rei-chan, this is not an auspicious juncture. Doltish
incendiary. It appears that the senshi acquiesce in the same
theory. They all dispatch ignominious miens en route for her,
myself subsumed. Rei indicates self-disbelievement. I anticipate
the paroxysm, however, it never materializes. (Translation: Rei
says with a smirk. Oh, Rei-chan, not now. Stupid pyro. It seems
like the rest of the senshi agree with me. They all send dirty
looks to her, me included. Rei looks like she can't believe
herself. I wait for the explosion, but it never comes.)
"Can't handle anything under pressure, eh, Rei?" Usagi's
modulation daunts me. She seldom piqued to the prong where she
would enunciate in a tranquil ire. I could espy Rei getting
unopulent subservient to Usa's glower. No one dared to vocalize
anything. Not Rei, not even the accustomed sagacious Michiru.
Uncommunicativeness secreted the expanse. (Translation:
Usagi's tone scared me. She rarely got mad to the point where
she would speak in a hushed rage. I could see Rei getting
uncomfortable under Usa's glare. No one dared to say anything.
Not Rei, not even the usually sensible Michiru. Silence
covered the room.)
More silence. (Translation: More silence.)
"You're right, Rei, maybe I can't," she speaks inaudibly. I
glimpse pertinent to behold lamentation befall my beloved
princess's oculists. Oh Rei, must you have done that?
Subsequently after Mamoru's nuncupative clouting, Usagi has
seized each and every unadulterated abrogating opprobrium to
her seat of passion. Each criticism prompted her remembrance of
Mamoru's performance. Confound that man! Regard what he has
curtailed her to! DAMN HIM! (Translation: I
looked up to see tears welling up in my beloved princess's
eyes. Oh Rei, did you really have to do that? After
Mamoru's verbal bashing, Usagi has taken each and every single
negative comment to the bone. Each comment reminded her of what
Mamoru-san had said. Damn that man! Look at what he's reduced
her to! DAMN HIM!)
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Setsuna's P.O.V.
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"You're right, Rei, maybe I can't." The eyes of each
senshi widen, including mine. She had sounded so final! Damn this.
Usagi and Mamoru...the only two eople in the known universe who
could mess up the time line. At all my time in the time stream, I
have not seen this coming. Why? "Gomen nasai, minna-chan, for
wasting your time. You know your way out. I'll be around."
And with that, she just walked out of the room.
Shimatta, something is really wrong with the timeline.
Endymion-sama and Serenity-sama should've made up by now. What
is happening?? Usagi is maturing and turning into the Neo-Queen
too soon! Inside, I was a nervous wreck. Exterior wise though,
I had to keep up my calm front. No, this is wrong! I snapped out
of my reverie to see that Serenity was already out of the room.
The room was now filled with nine senshi, three Starlights,
and two cats. All of whom were utterly speechless.
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Usagi's P.O.V.
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I'm so *incredibly* stupid! Why didn't I
think it out before I called everyone?? Now I've gone
and made a total fool of myself. But...yes, Rei-chan's
right. I *can't* handle anything with the pressure I'm under.
I have to leave. I can't take this anymore. Everything and
everyone is a reminder of what I had with Mamo-chan. But he's
not my Mamo-chan anymore now. He's simply Mamoru-san. Oh,
Mamo-chan, why'd you do it?
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Mamoru's P.O.V.
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Two months have passed since that fateful day I broke
up with Usako. I still see her in the streets, at the arcade,
at the park sitting at our bench...even if she's not really
there. Kami-sama, I miss her. But I can't. I can't approach her.
I have to keep my distance. The dreams have stopped, but that
probably means that she's not in danger from me anymore. I will
*not* endanger my princess like that. If love in this lifetime
was not possible, then perhaps in yet another, my dear Usako...
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Setsuna's P.O.V.
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Crystal Tokyo, Moon Palace, Endymion and Serenity's private
quarters.
That's it. I'm talking to Neo-King Endymion about this.
"ENDYMION!"
"Yes, Pluto-san?" His eyes are bloodshot, and his clothes
wrinkled. His hair is messed, and there are bags under his eyes.
It's apparent that he can't stand the fact that his queen is
encased in that crystal, but he knows, just as well as I do,
that there is no choice.
"Why haven't you stopped the dreams yet? Do you not
see the pain they're both in?!?" There was no need to state
who 'they' were. It was obvious.
"I *have* stopped them, Pluto-san. Perhaps it's not me
you need to be talking to." His tone infuriates me to no end.
"And if not you, your *majesty*," I strain the word
'majesty', for I really see nothing 'majestic' about him at
the moment. "Then who?"
"Mamoru. For I have stopped the dreams. It is he who
has not done anything about it."
"I have *warned* you, my king, about the repercussions
of this, and now, the future as you know it is in danger!"
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Author's Notes: So...how'd you like it? Comments, suggestions,
flames, death threats to kireiphoenix@hotmail.com
My site: http://takeoff.to/platinumphoenix