Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon! I also don't own the real world (and I honestly
don't mean the MTV show). I do, however, own the characters I made up to live there.



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Cheese, cheese, cheese, mongoose, cheese. Muaga haga haga ha. Welcome to my
mind, please enjoy your stay. Now, let's get some facts straight. My name is Tsukino
Usagi, or Usagi Tsukino to you Westerners. I have honey brown hair (though it was dyed
blonde for quite some time, I'll explain it some more later) and a blue eye and a hazel
eye. I am a few inches under 5' tall, but I like being short… sorta…

Hmm, more information. I used to be Sailor Moon. Yes. Indeed. I was Sailor Moon,
Soldier Moon, Senshi Tsuki, whatever- but I was never, ever, ever, Princess Serenity.
The other senshi thought different for a little while, but after a while they found out the
truth. The truth being that I was only a decoy, used so that the true princess may live a
'normal life'.

I was never part of the Silver Alliance- heck, I wasn't even born in Tokyo! I was born
in a small town in Germany while my mom was still serving in the military. See, my
mom (despite the Japanese name) comes from the U.S. and married my dad, a tourist.
She was stationed in Germany for a while when I came to be, then she quit and we
moved to my dad's home city: Tokyo, Japan.

Now before I go into my life story, might as well tell you more about the whole decoy
situation and why I finally let my 'mask' fall. My mom had re-inlisted and we were being
stationed back to where I was born- yay for me. So anyways, we were moving, and Luna
figured that we should tell the senshi the truth about who I was, so they didn't go chasing
after me.

Mamoru knew about me being a decoy- he was playing along as well. So, I came to
the latest senshi meeting with my hair in its original color, and my one blue contact out so
that the hazel-ness could 'shine'. They gave me weird looks, got my explanation and
were okay with it. Two seconds later, they burst out crying, hugged me, and said good-
bye. I didn't mind- after all, I wasn't the princess, I was moving, and they had a
permanent duty to their true princess.

So the next day I finally went to the hairdresser and got my hair cut to just below my
shoulders. I was really happy, and immediately went home to my room. Now, I'm not
talking about the 'bunny' room, but my REAL room. It was pretty small; the entrance in
the back of my closet (which is really cool- apparently they held meetings in this 'secret
room' back in WWII), and it was painted in tones of gray and black. The 'bunny' room
was the room of my little sister. We were really close, so she didn't mind having the
entrance to my room being through her closet, but she died when she was nine from
leukemia.

I went to my dresser and pulled out my… equipment. An hour or so later, I exited the
bathroom with the tips of my hair dyed green (my favorite color). I ran back into my
room. I gained a giddy look on my face as I looked with joyful eyes at my dresser. With
trembling hands I pulled out my favorite outfit, and quickly changed.

Now, some may be wondering what that would be. Um… I guess I'll tell you. It's a
gray and black striped long-sleeved shirt under a gray-green t-shirt saying 'guacamole',
and a pair of baggy black bondage pants. This outfit isn't complete, of course, without
my black socks and my orange low tops. Yay.

So, I pack my bags, blah blah blah, put things into boxes, yada yada, and off we go to
the wonderful flying biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiird! Yay. So, we go flying, some
other stuff, ya know, so on and so forth.


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Soap, that was all my monkeys. Please review; maybe I'll try to continue.

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