Author's Notes: Well, well, well...I have decided to give you all a choice. I'm going to write the conclusion of the Perfect Soldier's'. It's right here. Very short, but it leaves the area open for a lot of discussion. By the way, I never really said that Usagi was pregnant. I said that she would have a child in the future, which probably all us girls will. Anyway, I'm just going to say that I want to thank everyone for all of their lovely reviews (I still don't understand know all you people even like my stupid story). I am going to ask you to review again, although all you people are tired of reading "Please read and review," especially from me. Well, it seems that you will have to read the continuation of my author's notes at the end. See you at the end!
~Infinite_tenshi
Disclaimers: Go away. I don't own them. It gets tiring writing the same thing over and over in the same place every time. Everyone should know that they don't own Sailor Moon or Gundam Wing unless you are Takeuchi Naoko or some other rich Japanese guy that created Gundam Wing. It's truly sad how some lawyers out there want to squeeze everybody of every penny, pound, pence, yen, won, peso, franc, or whatever type of money you use. I have nothing that you can get, unless you want a sketchers catalog that I got free in the mail.
Dedications: Well, I'm going to say that I dedicate this to one of my best friends, Meddling_Maiden, who will one day be a world-renown author. She's such a great writer, unlike me. I just write crappy fanficiton. Well, this is for you, Meddling_Maiden! And to my cousins who introduced me to anime. I want to say 'Happy Birthday' to my friend Crystal (today is 4/26) and 'Happy Birthday' to my "older brother" John. He has the same birthday as I do (4/29), although a year older than me. I hate him. He just had to be born the day as me. Damn you John. You're lucky I'm even mentioning you. Well, to put me in a slightly better mood, I'm going to say that today is Thursday, and tomorrow is FRIDAY!! Yay! So happy! Not really. It upsets me that on Friday, you're pretty much upset that you still had to go to school, but the next day is Saturday, in which you remember that you oversleep and waste half of the day, and then the next day is Sunday, in which you remind yourself that the next day is Monday, the beginning of the week. Blah. I'll stop depressing you people and go now. Read my story!
Author's Notes (for 5/20): Well, I'm sorry I haven't been updating for a while. I'm waiting to finish my omake/sequel to this thing, depending on how long you guys want it. I think that I can make a sequel; I have some ideas, demo I really want to work on another idea I had. Well, see you in the next author's notes! By the way, I'm so happy! I don't have school anymore! I was exempt from all my finals, and now I have more time to finish my fic! I'm going to update depending on how long you want the sequel/omake.
Last Time:
"Mission accomplished." She then pushed the blue self-destruct button at the same time Wufei pushed the detonation devices. The Gundam pilots, Haruka, Michiru, Hotaru, Setsuna, Treize, and Une (A.N.: They got out with their daughter in one of the escape pods during the fight.) watched in horror as Usagi's Gundam, the base, and every mobile doll or suit was consumed by the red orange flames.
This Time:
'One more of my family dead,' thought Treize. He unconsciously hugged Une, who was holding Ikuko, tighter.
'Why! Why! No, Koneko, you can't leave! You'll fall into destiny! Iie! Don't leave!' screamed Haruka in her mind.
"Usagi-chan…" whispered Hotaru.
'The seas are deadly calm,' thought Michiru.
'Another onna dying at the hands of Treize. I will avenge you, Meiran, and now, Usagi,' were the angry thoughts of a certain Chinese pilot.
"…" Duo was for once speechless and thoughtless. The girl that had threatened him so many times was dead. Dead. That was such a final word, like accepting that the person would never show his or herself again while you lived.
"No…" Quatre whispered. He felt that he could have saved another innocent, but like an idiot stayed back and watched another die.
"She died honorably," Trowa said quietly. She had requested that they stay back, and in their respect for the fact that she wanted to preserve her honor, and if she did die, which she did, she would die with honor.
'She's dead…… No say in this? …I can't find her humanity… Why? She's either accepted it, or she's dead, and the best guess is that she's dead. You honestly have to say she was your first love. You don't have to fight it anymore. She's gone, and you miss her… Iie. Iie?! Iie. I did not love her. Emotion, especially the one you call 'love' is a weakness. Baka! Of course you loved her! You know you did! She was an innocent and you knew it! My ass she was an innocent…but her eyes…they were so much like mine, not suited for her. True. You should have met her humanity. She was the best to hang around. I already miss her. Yeah well, that's your problem. This is why I don't have emotions: the pain is said to be unbearable. You're a living example. Funny, but this is no time to joke. She's gone, and I've lost my only friend, her humanity. Now it's back to that wretched room. Great, no one to talk to, one to laugh with, just sitting by myself. Well, I'll see you later.'
Everyone was silent as they watched the flames grow bigger and bigger as the explosions continued. Some were tearing up, others were wearing emotionless masks, others in shock. It wasn't something you saw everyday.
When the fire died down, everyone decided to finally leave. Quatre wanted to hold a memorial service for her and everyone agreed. It was to be held the Saturday a week from that day, in the cold winter season.
The Saturday came, and no one seemed to have life. Even Duo was quiet. They went out to the field where they saw the tombstone. It read 'Selenity Usagi Moon. June 30, AC 177 to December 23, AC 195. Life was insignificant to her, yet she spared the most innocent of all lives, a baby's, and showed she had mercy within her.' (A.N.: I know, I know. It's so corny, but I couldn't think of what to write! Try writing an epitaph for someone you don't know!) After the eulogy, each of the people that attended laid a flower at her tombstone. Hiiro stayed a little longer, and just as he was about to lay his white rose (A.N.: White roses mean purity. He did see her kind of as an innocent.) down, the wind blew it away.
'Just as well. It's as if the wind's mocking me, telling me not to even remember her. I should listen to the wind.' Hiiro then trudged off into the cold but not before looking at the headstone once more and whispering 'goodbye.'
Author's Notes: Hello again! I know it's very short. I've decided to give you a choice. You can either 1) stop reading right now, say that Usagi is now reborn into the SM dimension, turns into Sailor Moon, falls in love with Tuxedo Kamen, etc. etc. etc., OR you can take choice number 2) Read the omake that I've started by clicking on that little link that says 'Next Chapter (14)' once I get it out. Don't worry! I have a like five or six pages typed, and I'm waiting to get the whole thing typed, unless you want a part of it now. Tell me in your reviews! Well, g2g. ja!
~Infinite_Tenshi