The Trial of Sailor Earth

by Azharia Kyrissaen

Every Planet has a Sailor. What about Earth? What happened Sailor Earth? Who is the mysterious figure in a Sailor Fuku the Scouts are warned of? Action/Mystery/Romance, perhaps a teensey bit of Angst? CH 7up (finally). More truth. Happiness for now.....

4. Meetings and Evesdropping

The Trial of Sailor Earth Ch 3 (Yes. Finally, it's here. I'm sure you're all ecstatic. ;)

At about six 'o clock Lysandria headed back to the mansion to prepare for the party. Reluctantly
she donned a pale yellow dress and allowed one of the house servants to bind her hair up into a mass of
curls. She hated these dinners thrown by her guardian; they were superficial and boring. They were also a
complete waste of time, especially on an important night like tonight.

About ten minutes before it was scheduled to begin she joined her foster-parents and together they
traveled to the hotel where Robert would be hosting the party. The place was a bustle of energy when they
entered. Lavishly dressed guests strolled around and mingled, while waiters dashed frantically around with
drinks and tiny snacks. Lysandria rolled her eyes and took a deep breath. The torture was about to begin.

For the next few hours she was forced to play obedient respectful daughter while all she could
think about was the night ahead of her. So she sat, nodding vacantly as the lady beside her gushed praises
for Robert and Kathryn, and rehearsed her plans until she felt her presence would no longer be missed.
Then she slipped out and waved down a taxi. There was no way she was walking all the way to the park
dressed as she was. Her high shoes would kill her.

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Trunks sat by the lake in the park staring at the sky. It was half past one. She should have arrived
an hour and a half ago. Maybe she wasn't coming? He might have scared her with the messages he had sent
to her computer. Maybe she was mad at him for following her. Maybe she was just afraid to tell him. He
could sympathize with that. He hadn't wanted to tell her his secret either.

Another twenty minutes passed before a loud crunching noise indicated the presence of someone
stepping on the leaves behind him. He swung around, and had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing.
Lysandria staggered through the trees. She held up her dress from the mud with one hand, and in the other
she was holding a delicate pair of high shoes. Her hair had been torn down by the twigs and branches and
hung disheveled around her face. She looked miserable and frustrated. "Sorry I'm late." She said, in a voice
that suggested he was lucky she made it at all.

"Tough party?" He asked, priding himself for keeping a perfectly straight face. She glared daggers
at him, and he broke out in a grin. She just looked so hopelessly out of place in her finery that he couldn't
help himself. When she saw his barely concealed laughter she sighed and threw her shoes to the floor,
heedless of the mud. "You sure know how to make a girl feel confident." Of all the responses she had
expected, laughter was not among them.

He immediately controlled him mirth apologetically and looked at her properly, choosing his
words carefully. He was no expert on clothes, but the dress she was holding up out of the mud was truly
stunning. It clung to her figure and complimented her natural beauty, catching the moonlight in such a way
that she would look almost mystical if she didn't look so uncomfortable. He looked into her eyes and said
with utter honesty "Actually, I think you've never looked better."

Lysandria's whole mood lifted at those words. Never looked better? Then he didn't hate her as
much as she had thought. And she didn't look as silly as she felt. Trunks wouldn't lie to her. With renewed
confidence, she squared her shoulders. He could laugh all he wanted but she still had reason to be angry
with him. He had followed her after she left his house, and stalked her home. He had better have a good
reason for it.

"So before we go into my secret Trunks, would you like to explain why you were following me
last night? What excuse can you come up with to have been climbing across rooftops in the middle of the
night?" Saying it made her feel better. Accusing him of being less than perfect somehow made her feel less
like someone being hauled before a judge. He was going to accuse her of god knows what after seeing her
as Sailor Earth anyway, so she might as well get in her fury first. And now that she thought about it, she
was pretty furious about the fact that he had been stalking her. Hands on her hips, she waited.

Trunks thought about his answer. Luckily Goten had anticipated the fact that Lysandria might be a
teensy bit put out about the whole following her thing. It was too late to change the fact that he had
followed her (he preferred the term 'followed', 'stalked' sounded harsh), but he could still paint it in a
better light. He and Goten had despaired of finding an adequate excuse until they had finally conceded to
ask Bulma's advice, and within moments she had come up with the suggestion that he was hoping would
work tonight.

"Well," he started. "You never yet told me where your house is. I… um…" He felt his face flush
but he had to say it. It was partially true anyway, and Bulma had sworn that it was just what any girl would
want to hear. "I wanted to do something nice for you, like send you flowers or something, and I didn't
know where to send them, so I followed you to get the address. Otherwise it wouldn't have been a surprise.
I'm sorry." He took a deep breath in relief at the hard part being over. "But since I DID follow you I
couldn't help seeing you change. Who are you? How did you do that?"

Lysandria barely heard his last words. The phrases "something nice", "flowers" and "It wouldn't
have been a surprise" bounced around her head repeatedly. Trunks hadn't followed her to spy on her or
anything else negative. He had been trying to do something nice for her, and she had accused him angrily.

Feeling guilty, but a whole lot better knowing that Trunks liked her enough to make such an effort
to do something nice for her, she squared her shoulders. "Well I guess I have something to show you then."
She might as well get this over with.

Her staff appeared before her and before she lost her nerve, she commanded the transformation to
begin. Golden energy swirled up and enveloped her, allowing only brief glimpses of her pale skin. Trunks
so captivated that he almost forgot to speak when she was finished and stood before him in the black
costume he had seen the night before.

"Umm… Impressive." He stated, suddenly at a loss for words. What did one say in such a
situation? Wow you look fantastic? I like the costume? He decided to just ask the biggest question on his
mind. "But who are you? Regular people don't just wave a stick and change clothes. And they don't
wander around looking for the Sailor Scouts either."

She clutched the staff possessively. "It's not a stick, it's a staff! And you know about the Sailor Scouts?"

He grinned. "Not only do I know about them, I know who they are. If you had just told me you were
looking for them I'd have introduced you to them."

She collapsed down on a nearby rock in frustration. "What?? Are you trying to tell me that all I had to do
was tell you nicely that I was looking for them and I would have saved myself all that missed sleep?
Typical! Just my luck! How do you know them anyway? How did you find out?"

"I worked with them for a short while last year. We were fighting the same battle. I have something I need
to tell you too. But that can wait till tomorrow. You're on a tight schedule if you're going to meet the
Scouts. You were late coming here and they'll be here soon. But you haven't told me yet who you are." He
looked at her expectantly, still silently marveling at the amount of power she was now radiating. He hadn't
thought anyone outside his tight circle of friends could become so powerful. He still didn't know if she
actually could fight, but she had the power levels of a trained warrior.

Lysandria sighed. He hadn't given any indication yet that he would hate her or anything for her secret. He
knew the other Scouts, and didn't seem to have a problem with them. He had even worked with them! She
didn't know how but he must have helped them out in some small way. Surely he wouldn't mind if she told
him. She couldn't understand why, but he had become the most important part of her world over the past
week. She couldn't bear him to hate her for it, but she wanted him to know too.
"Well. I guess I can tell you, if you promise to keep it a secret, although it's a little late to be asking that.
I'm sort of Sailor Earth."

"Sort of? What do you mean sort of?" asked Trunks in confusion. "How can you be sort of Sailor Earth?
Does that mean you're a Sailor Scout?"

She shook her head sadly. "No I'm not really a Sailor Scout. I'm just Sailor Earth. I am the Guardian of
Earth and Destroyer of Demons and Alien invaders, and Sister of Prince Darien of Earth."

Trunks shuddered at the thought of her destroying aliens. After all, he wasn't fully human himself. What if
it was her duty or desire to destroy him anyway? Did she understand that non-humans weren't all bad? He
didn't think she'd be able to hurt him, but he couldn't put them in that position. He decided to wait for a bit
before telling her his little secret. Just until he could decide what her reaction would be. But she was the
sister of Darien? That was why she seemed so intent on finding him? That made him feel a lot better for
some reason.

He was about to speak when he felt a group of people coming, all emitting various power levels above a
regular human. It must be the Scouts. They were early. From the look on Lysandria's face, she had felt
them too, and she suddenly went tense. She was obviously not looking forward to the coming
confrontation. "I hear someone coming. It must be them." He said quietly. "Do you want me to stay or will
I leave?"

She shook her head, eyeing the trees around them nervously. "This is something I have to do alone. I'll see
you tomorrow and we can finish this conversation. I'm guessing you have a lot of questions, and you said
you had something to tell me too."

Trunks shrugged in agreement. "Ok, I'm gone then. But just one question. If they're the Scouts, and you're
a Sailor too, then why are you so tense? Shouldn't they your friends?"

"That's what I thought." She replied absently, and he vanished into the trees, giving her one last
encouraging smile, to show that the news she had just given him changed nothing as far as he was
concerned. She looked like someone about to face death or something. "That's what I thought?" What did
she mean she had thought they were her friends? He hoped he was right leaving her alone, but he trusted
her. He could ask her in the morning.

For now he flew off to find Gohan. They had arranged to meet so that Trunks could tell him how it went.
He was already late.

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When Trunks didn't turn up on time, Gohan decided to check in Lysandria's house. If she was home, then
he must have missed his friend, or had the wrong meeting time. Flying silently to her home, he peeped in
her bedroom window. There was no one there. Shrugging he decided to return to the meeting place. Trunks
must just be late. Just as he turned however, the door to her room slammed open and a man and woman
entered looking furious.

He turned around again to watch them. He figured that they must be Lysandria's parents and they looked so
angry that he decided to watch and make sure they weren't mad at her for being away so late at night. If
this fury was directed at her, he should tell her before she went home. He made sure he couldn't be seen
from the room or from below by hiding in the foliage of a tree, and settled down to observe.

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Robert slammed the door of Lysandria's room open and stormed in. Kathryn followed him, silently
seething. They stood and looked at her empty bed for several minutes before speaking.

"She's not here. She left the party early WITHOUT my permission and she's not home at 2am in the
morning." Stated Robert, trying to keep a calm voice. "Where is she? And what could she be doing at this
time of night? She's not supposed to have any friends or anything to be out with!"

Kathryn shook her head. "She does have a friend. I don't know how it happened but I had her followed
yesterday and she went home with some boy. She seemed to know him quite well. She was speaking
Japanese to him. I thought you said she couldn't speak Japanese? You said she wouldn't be able to make
friends, and that we wouldn't HAVE to spread rumors about her to prevent her making any! I checked in
on her late last night then to see if my suspicions were correct and I was right. She wasn't home. I don't
know what time she arrived home at in fact. I think that not only does she have a friend, he's a boyfriend!"

Robert cursed. "That's the last thing we need. At her age she could just waltz out and move in with him,
taking all the money your sister willed to her with her. If she doesn't suicide before she turns 18, then the
lawyers involved will start looking for her signature on documents and she will realize that the money is
actually hers. We'll go back to being middle-class nobodies! And her new boyfriend may just ruin all our
efforts to make her depressed enough to suicide. This was all your idea. You wanted to take the subtle route
and I agreed. Now we're doing it my way!"

Kathryn sighed. "Alright, but try not to be too obvious. We can't kill her outright. Our hands must be clean
when her death is investigated. And when she's dead, we will inherit her vast fortune, and she will never
even have known it existed!" she paused, savoring the thought. "So how do you want to go about this? We
don't have much time."

An evil gleam sparkled in Robert's eyes. "Well you concocted your plan from a psychology point of view.
I think that all the work we've done to keep her lonely and miserable over the past 16 years can still be put
to use, if I take more forceful action."

Kathryn shook her head in disgust. "You're not thinking of all those ridiculous crime novels you read are
you?"

Robert smiled, but there was no warmth in his eyes. "Yes in fact I am. There are certain … things described
therein that often lead victims to suicide. I've always wanted to try some of them myself."

Kathryn looked shocked. "Certain things? You're not talking about… rape... are you?"

Robert grinned. "If that's not enough, then when she goes running to her boyfriend for comfort, I'll have
another surprise ready. I can send some of my men to… remove him from the equation. There is absolutely
nothing to link us to him, so we're safe enough if we arrange his death. No one will suspect us, and the
shock may just be enough to push our darling step-daughter over the edge."

Kathryn blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the new plan. "So when do you propose to do this?"

Robert smiled in anticipation. "Tonight, when she arrives home. I'll do it myself. We can't risk anyone else
knowing about it. In the mean time I'll send my men to wait up the road from this boy's house. If she's still
out, then he will be, and they can catch him on his way home. This will be his last night on earth, and if
we're lucky, Lysandria will follow him shortly."

He strolled out of the room, deep in planing, and Kathryn followed him, liking the plan more and more as
she got over her initial shock at the suggestion. Sure it was wrong, almost an atrocity but so was everything
else they had done, so why not go the full distance? And she didn't have to do anything unsavory. She
could leave all that to her husband, who would like as not enjoy it.

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Gohan stayed motionless on the tree branch in horror for several minutes after they left the room. These
were Lysandria's parents? Foster-parents? But they were hateful! He hadn't thought such people even
existed that could plot against their own daughter like that! And planning to kill his best friend Trunks too?
He had to get to Trunks and warn him immediately! He would know where to find Lysandria. He jumped
out of the tree and flew off, still mentally shuddering at the obscene nature of what he had heard.

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Lysandria sat on a rock and fidgeted with a blade of grass nervously. She knew the Scouts were nearby, but
they had yet to approach her. They were taking their time. It was a bad sign. She knew it. She mentally
rehearsed what she would say for the thousandth time that day and wished that she had let Trunks stay with
her. Having a friend nearby now would be great.

She heard a noise behind her and slowly turned around. It was time to se if they remembered her.

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"Who is she? And what does she want? How does she know us? And how could she know about the Silver
Millenium?" demanded Sailor Moon in a loud whisper.

"Shhhh! She might hear us! I have no idea who she is. I've never seen her before!" answered Sailor
Mercury quietly.

"Well I have!" announced Sailor Mars. "She's the one from my dream! The girl I saw surrounded by
darkness. She's an enemy, I know it!"

"That may be, but we should still go and talk to her. She asked for the Moon Princess and Prince Darien,
and we should hear what she has to say." Declared Tuxedo Mask determinedly. He closed his eyes and
concentrated hard and his Tuxedo reformed into the shining black armor of a Prince of Earth. Sailor Moon
remained in her Sailor Fuku, deciding that whoever this was could talk to her as she was or not at all.

"Well then let's go!" whispered Sailor Jupiter impatiently gesturing to the clearing where a girl in black sat
alone. The others took a deep breath to steady themselves and followed her.

When they entered the clearing they stood silently looking at her for a moment. She turned around slowly
to look back at them. The tension in the clearing was so thick one could cut it with a knife. Still no one
spoke.

Then the girl, who looked about the same age as the Scouts, seemed to remember something, and she held
out the staff she was carrying and closed her eyes. She was surrounded by a glowing light and a white,
yellow and lavender Sailor Fuku replaced the black clothes she was wearing, accompanied by knee-high
boots and a golden tiara with a lavender gem.

She looked the image of a Sailor Scout. The surprise was enough to shock the True Scouts back into action.

"Who are you and what do you want?" demanded Sailor Moon. " And why do you dress like us?"

The girl simply ignored her and stared at Darien as if he was the only other person in the clearing. Sailor
Moon glared at her. "I'm talking to you! Stop looking at MY boyfriend like that and answer me!! Who are
you?"

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It was him. It was really him! After all this time. And the others, the Scouts. She recognized them also. All
of them. They hadn't changed a bit when they were reborn. But they were looking at her as one would look
at a stranger. Didn't they remember her? Or was there another reason they seemed ready to fight her at a
moments notice? She hoped not, as the only other reason she could think of was that they WERE enemies,
and that they had abandoned her for a reason. Perhaps she was the only one left who was loyal to the Earth
and the Moon Kingdom. But surely Darien wouldn't have betrayed her?

"I'm talking to you! Stop looking at MY boyfriend like that and answer me!! Who are you?"

Lysandria shook herself out of her trance at Sailor Moon's words. If they didn't recognize her then
introductions were in order. It was time to find out why she had been left behind, and whether the people in
front of her were the ones who had betrayed the Moon Kingdom.

"I am Sailor Earth." She announced. As she made the statement, all the tension drained out of her. She had
waited for this moment for lifetimes. Panicking wouldn't help. If the Scouts were who she thought they
were, then she would finally be welcomed among them, and be home, and she would find out why they had
left her behind. If they were not, well she would deal with that when the time came. "I am Sailor Earth."
She repeated, suddenly feeling more self-assured.

The reactions she received were varied.
"What? What do you mean?"
"There is no Sailor Earth!"
"I don't remember you. Who are you really?"
"What are you here for?"
"Earth has no Sailor!"
"Sailor Earth?"

She waited until the tirade was finished, and she nodded. "I am Sailor Earth, and I am the younger sister of
Prince Darien of Earth. I have defended Earth for centuries, being reborn again and again, waiting through
countless lives to meet you and ask you this." She paused and drew a breath, and the Scouts and Darien
were silent with shock.

"What happened the Moon Kingdom? We were betrayed, and attacked by Queen Beryl, and everyone I
know died. Everyone except ye. You left our time to be reborn here. Why? Why did you abandon me? Why
abandon our home and our people when we needed you? Was it because you were the ones who betrayed
us? Please tell me it's not true. What happened?" Her voice started out confidant, but as she remembered
the end of her homeland, against her will her tone became pleading. These were the only family she had
left. They had to have a good reason for leaving her. They must have!

She stared at each of them in turn in the silence that followed, her eyes quietly begging them to explain, to
make everything alright again, so that she could go back to being the carefree soul she had been before the
fall of the moon kingdom.

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The first one to speak was Darien. "I don't know what you're talking about. I have no sister. I never did.
I'm an only child. And there is no Sailor Earth. There is just me, the Prince of Earth. We…"

Darien's words cut Lysandria like a knife, and the words "I have no sister!" resounded through her mind
like a physical blow.

She almost didn't hear Sailor Mars interrupting Darien angrily. "And how DARE you accuse us of
betraying the Moon Kingdom! We don't even know who you are and you're suggesting that we betrayed
Queen Serenity? Well I don't trust you one bit! I KNOW you're an enemy. I had a dream predicting you
would come, and here you are! Well I for one am not about to let you dishonor the scouts with your lies.
Leave Japan, no, leave this World, and go back to whatever dark dimension spawned you!

Lysandria took a step back. 'I know you're an enemy!' joined 'I have no sister!' in her mind and she
thought she would cry. The sincerity in her voices when she spoke of the Moon Kingdom made Lysandria
inclined to believe her, and the staff she carried gave no indication that it sensed lies. The Scouts had not
betrayed her home. That meant she did not have to fight them, but he great burden lifted off her shoulders
went almost unnoticed as the weight of their rejection hit her. They hadn't betrayed her. They had just left
without her. They didn't want her.

Her pride rose up and was suddenly the only thing between her and tears. Instead of giving into her sudden
grief however, she just stood there, trying to look as if she didn't care what they said.

As she regained her composure, Sailor Moon finally spoke. Despite her attire, Lysandria had immediately
recognized her as the Moon Princess Serenity, and the way Darien hovered over her only clarified the fact.
"I don't know who you are," she said slowly, " But I don't know of any Sailor Earth. And we didn't
abandon the Moon Kingdom. When the battle was lost, my mother Queen Serenity used the last of her
powers to send the Sailor Senshi into the future. We never betrayed anyone. I think you should leave."

Lysandria's knees almost buckled, and only the fact that she was leaning on her staff saved her from
collapsing on the spot. After all her centuries of waiting for them to return, they were asking her to go, to
leave them forever. Her worst fears and insecurities had been realized. Summoning up all the hope left to
her she turned her eyes in mute appeal to Darien. Surely he remembered her?

Prince Darien had no idea who the girl before him was, but he knew one thing. Rei had dreamed she was an
enemy and she was accusing them of being traitors. She was not one of them. He met her gaze, and shook
his head. "Princess Serenity told you to leave. You had better go or we will have no choice but to use force.
Sailor Mars dreamt you were an enemy and she is never wrong."

Lysandria's world came crashing down around her, the reason she had lived all the countless centuries
suddenly meaningless as she was rejected by the only people she cared about. Desolately, she gathered the
tattered remains of her dignity and turned to walk away. Unable to leave without a last word, she turned her
head to them one last time, saying "Some day, you will regret this. Some day." She walked away slowly
into the night, thinking numbly that no, they probably wouldn't regret this. They would never look back
and wish in hindsight that they had welcomed her. Why should they? They didn't care about her. They
never would. No one did.

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The Scouts watched her go in worry. "You'll regret this?" asked Lita. "Is she going to MAKE us regret it?
What's with her?"

Sailor Moon shook her head. "I have no idea. I don't understand. What was she talking about? Sailor
Earth? What if she was telling the truth? She didn't ACT like any enemy we've met before. She looked
genuinely upset!"

"Well if she WAS telling the truth, then there's one person who can tell us." Announced Amy helpfully.
"Sailor Pluto could tell us. She remembers everything about the Moon Kingdom."

Darien shook his head. "She can't have been telling the truth! I don't have a sister!"

Sailor Moon put a hand on his shoulder. "It can't hurt to ask can it? We'll contact her tomorrow."

A short while later the Scouts dispersed and went home to grab some sleep before college the next day.

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Another chapter done and I'm almost finished the next too. Yea for me! ? Wow Sailor Earth's parents are
nastier than I intended them to be. I have NO idea where that came from. It just seemed to write itself. Oh
well. I don't fully understand the American rating system so I'm gonna raise the rating on this a little just to
be sure. If anyone thinks I've judged wrong just tell me and I'll be happy to change.

Anyway the plot is just getting fun. Read and Review or you won't get the next bit (which is almost
finished) for AGES!! ? And I'm not sure about this chapter. If anyone thought it was way off, tell me and
I'll try and change it.
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