Runaway
Chapter Eight
The Return of Sailor Moon
Hey, everyone! A day later and I'm finally out of jail! (Damn lawyers...
*mutters under her breath about the geniuses at the Legal Rights building*)
Major thanks go out to Kani Peacecraft for a lot of the ideas in this story,
if it wasn't for her this chapter wouldn't be out for a while longer. Thanks to
everyone who reviewed, and I'm really, really sorry to those of you I couldn't
write back to. But I appreciate it like crazy and it inspires me to write more,
so don't think I'm ungrateful! Keep them coming, and the chapters will keep
coming.
*Angel announces that she *does not!* own Sailor Moon. She notes that only an
idiot would think she does, even though she knows she fully deserves the rights.
And Darien. *giggles and starts to scream* hey! What are you doing? I can't
go to jail! I just got back from there! Besides, I have to tell the story!
*Gestures at the readers* Come on, at least let me write the chapter out.*
*Police officer stops and allows her to write-quickly.*
*Angel murmurs under her breath, 'I'll just have to make this a *really* long
chapter...*
When Raye woke up, she was lying on the couch that Serena had previously
occupied. She didn't bother to open her eyes as she was hit with an immense
wave of pain and sadness. *It was a dream!* her sub-conscious wailed. *Serena's
not here!*
At the sound of voices, she blinked her eyes open and looked up. Some of the girls
were crowded around her, looking worried.
"Where am I?" she asked weakly, trying to sit up. Ami gently pushed her back
down.
"We're in Darien's apartment," she told Raye. "Lay down. How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine," the raven-haired girl responded. "Where's Serena?"
The two girls exchanged glances. "And Lita," Raye added. "And-well, Darien, for
that matter?"
"I'm over here, Raye," a grim voice came from the center of the room. She
pushed her way up to a sitting position and saw Lita holding Serena by her
black collar. Vaguely, Raye remembered her now dark-haired friend fumbling
for her sunglasses and putting them back on.
"I'm here, too," Darien called as he struggled to release Lita's arms from
Serena's shirt.
Raye stood up and flew to her brunette friend. "What are you doing?!" she
screamed as she yanked Serena from the tall girl's grasp. "Why are you trying
to hurt Sere?" The smaller girl hit the floor and her sunglasses clattered
off again. Immediately, a startled gasp rose from the other girls and Lita
fell to her knees and started to cry.
"Oh, my God!" she sobbed. "Moon-face-I'm sorry!" Dazedly, Serena patted her old
friend's back awkwardly. "It's okay, Lita...It's gonna be okay." She whispered.
* * *
The next day found Serena lunching with Raye and Mina.
"But now you can come back, Rena! Isn't that great?" Raye proclaimed cheerfully.
Ever since they had discovered Serena's where-abouts yesterday, she had been
uncharacteristically happy. "We're leaving tomorrow, and I bet we could get
you an airline ticket if we really tried!
"Sere?" Mina asked softly, suspicious of her old friend's newfound distinct
quietness.
Finally, Serena raised her eyes from the napkin she'd been shredding. They
looked unnaturally bright with a film of moisture coating them.
"What makes you think I'm coming back?" she asked quietly. When Raye and Mina's
mouths dropped open, she continued. "I'm *never* coming back, you guys. I'm
sorry, but I'm not."
Raye's coal-black eyes filled with angry tears. She threw down a ten-dollar
bill and ran off. With one last, betrayed look at Serena, Mina took off behind
her after tossing an equal bill on the table.
* * *
*Serena,
I thought you were our friend, but I guess that I was wrong.
We'll be back in Tokyo by the time you read this, not that
you care or anything. I think you're a selfish brat, Serena.
Tokyo needs you, your friends need you, Rini needs you-
**we** need you, and I can't believe that you're going to
deprive all those people of yourself. What happened to
you? You used to be so sweet and loving, but now you're
nothing but selfish. I'll never trust you again, Serena. I can't.
We don't just need you, we need Sailor Moon. The youmas
are getting harder to beat, and Luna and Ami think there's a
new enemy. Thanks for all the help, Princess.
Your ex-friend,
Raye*
Serena let the letter drop, trying to feel angry. Instead, a betraying tear
slipped down her face. She looked at the other letter in her other hand. It
was from Darien and it said, briefly, that he missed Tokyo too much and he
had to go back.
He wished she would come, but he knew she wouldn't and he wasn't going to make
her. The only problem was, Serena wished he *would* make her.
"Raye's right," she said aloud. "I *am* a selfish brat." Suddenly, Serena
knew what she had to do. She ran into her room and started to pack her things.
* * *
"Serena!" Katherine's face broke into a pretty smile. "What are you doing back
here? I just did your roots last week."
"Hi, Kathy," Serena giggled back. She hugged her hairdresser, who had become a
good friend over the past year. "Actually, I want...I want my old hairstyle
back."
"The blonde meatballs?" Kathy's face showed surprise-and-was that a little bit
of happiness?
Serena took a deep breath and nodded. "Y-yes." She said firmly.
* * *
When Serena walked out of the salon, her hair was blonde and up in her usual
meatballs, though the pigtails were a good deal shorter than usual. Checking
her watch, she pulled a panicked face and quickly hailed a cab to take her to
the airport.
* * *
It was a white-faced shadow of Serena that arrived in Tokyo much later that
night. Stepping off the last stair of the airplane, she felt a familiar pang.
The scouts were in trouble!
She followed her instinct towards the scene of the battle. Seeing the inner
scouts (an: as there is no other scouts in this story, duh, Sere! *gets
whacked by a lawyer*) being hurt triggered something in Serena. A bright
silver light encased her and when it faded, Sailor Moon was standing in her
place. (AN: Yes, her hair was normal length again-down to her boots as usual.)
Angrily, she started one of her famously corny speeches.
"How dare you take advantage of this beautiful place," she started, referring
to the rose garden the youma was destroying. "And these beautiful girls, who
fight for beautiful things? In the name of all things beautiful-like the
beautiful moon-I, the beautiful Sailor Moon, will punish *you*, because you
are *so* not beautiful!" And with that, the meatball-headed heroine sent a
tiara made of fire (AN: You know in the original series when Moon and Mars
used to combine their attacks, and the result was that wicked-cool sparkly
red Frisbee? That's what I'm picturing here) towards the monster. Even from a
distance, Sailor Moon saw her friends gasp in shock and turn to search for her.
Just before their eyes lit on her, she jumped away and started hopping buildings.
Little did she know that a tall, dark, and handsome man's eyes followed her
from behind a mask, wide with surprise.
* * *
When Sailor Moon finally gave up her rapid skyline hopping, she jumped off a
very low building and started walking. Immediately, a group of little girls
and preteens surrounded her.
"Sailor Moon! You're back!" they shrilled, waving paper and pens in her face. She signed a few autographs, then continued on her way. Suddenly, she tensed. Something was wrong-very, very wrong. Sailor Moon's superhero intuition guided her towards the park. When she arrived, she gasped. A tall, scary-looking woman was standing in front of her, seeming to be waiting for her.
"Hello, Sailor Moon." The woman sneered. "I'm Queen Demonia-Queen of the Dark
Moon. And I've been waiting for you."
* * *
Twenty minutes later found Sailor Moon seriously beaten up. "I-have to fight."
She gasped, standing up. "For the Scouts and Tux-" she broke off to cough,
then spit some blood on the ground. "Tuxedo Mask."
Queen Demonia laughed cruelly as she sent another blast of black-and-silver
energy towards Sailor Moon, who closed her eyes. She opened them when she felt
cool plastic in her hand. Looking down, she saw her pink communicator. *Oh,
thank God!* Nearly hysterical, she pressed the button before the green-and-black
haired woman in front of her could notice the pink mini-computer. Discreetly,
she hit the all-call button.
"Venus here, what's shakin' yo'?"
"Mercury reads you loud and clear, over!"
"Mars here, babe!"
"Jupiter, ready to kick some butt!"
"This is Tuxedo Mask, did anyone find Moon-face yet?" (AN: I know that Tux
isn't part of the communicator-connector things, but work with me, kay?)
When the five voices crackled through the communicator, staticky but so achingly
familiar, Sailor Moon flung her tiara towards Queen Demonia, hoping to distract
her. She succeeded, then shouted as loud as she could,
"Help! It's Moonie, I'm at the park and *I need help!*" she screamed hysterically.
Demonia sent a carefully aimed blast at Sailor Moon and shattered the communicator
like glass.
"Serena!" was all that was heard before shards of sharp pink plastic flew
around Sailor Moon.
When the Scouts arrived, they were horrified to see a bloody and beaten Sailor
Moon struggling to stand up. A deftly thrown rose by Tuxedo Mask stopped Queen
Demonia in her tracks as he swooped down and gathered the nearly-dead Sailor
Moon in his arms.
"I'm...Darien, I'm going to die." She whispered, her eyes fluttering shut.
"Serena! No!" Tuxedo Mask shouted as she took one last breath and fell silent.
He put her down and flew toward Demonia, his entire being filled with rage.
Oh no! Is Sere dead?! Remember, the logic of, "She can't die, she's the main
character and she still has at least six seasons left to go. We're not even
done Sailor Moon S yet-she still has to do Sailor Stars!" doesn't work here-
this is a fan fiction. But, alas! I'm not allowed to finish! Blame this stupid
cop for that... *Turns to glare at the fat, balding ugly guy that's handcuffing
her* What?! He *is* stupid! *poutz as she gets hauled off to jail...Again.*
Write reviews, this guy says the only way I'm getting out of the slammer is
if I get a least five reviews. Oh yeah, and if I'm in jail, there goes the
next chapter. So start writing me!
Chapter Eight
The Return of Sailor Moon
Hey, everyone! A day later and I'm finally out of jail! (Damn lawyers...
*mutters under her breath about the geniuses at the Legal Rights building*)
Major thanks go out to Kani Peacecraft for a lot of the ideas in this story,
if it wasn't for her this chapter wouldn't be out for a while longer. Thanks to
everyone who reviewed, and I'm really, really sorry to those of you I couldn't
write back to. But I appreciate it like crazy and it inspires me to write more,
so don't think I'm ungrateful! Keep them coming, and the chapters will keep
coming.
*Angel announces that she *does not!* own Sailor Moon. She notes that only an
idiot would think she does, even though she knows she fully deserves the rights.
And Darien. *giggles and starts to scream* hey! What are you doing? I can't
go to jail! I just got back from there! Besides, I have to tell the story!
*Gestures at the readers* Come on, at least let me write the chapter out.*
*Police officer stops and allows her to write-quickly.*
*Angel murmurs under her breath, 'I'll just have to make this a *really* long
chapter...*
When Raye woke up, she was lying on the couch that Serena had previously
occupied. She didn't bother to open her eyes as she was hit with an immense
wave of pain and sadness. *It was a dream!* her sub-conscious wailed. *Serena's
not here!*
At the sound of voices, she blinked her eyes open and looked up. Some of the girls
were crowded around her, looking worried.
"Where am I?" she asked weakly, trying to sit up. Ami gently pushed her back
down.
"We're in Darien's apartment," she told Raye. "Lay down. How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine," the raven-haired girl responded. "Where's Serena?"
The two girls exchanged glances. "And Lita," Raye added. "And-well, Darien, for
that matter?"
"I'm over here, Raye," a grim voice came from the center of the room. She
pushed her way up to a sitting position and saw Lita holding Serena by her
black collar. Vaguely, Raye remembered her now dark-haired friend fumbling
for her sunglasses and putting them back on.
"I'm here, too," Darien called as he struggled to release Lita's arms from
Serena's shirt.
Raye stood up and flew to her brunette friend. "What are you doing?!" she
screamed as she yanked Serena from the tall girl's grasp. "Why are you trying
to hurt Sere?" The smaller girl hit the floor and her sunglasses clattered
off again. Immediately, a startled gasp rose from the other girls and Lita
fell to her knees and started to cry.
"Oh, my God!" she sobbed. "Moon-face-I'm sorry!" Dazedly, Serena patted her old
friend's back awkwardly. "It's okay, Lita...It's gonna be okay." She whispered.
* * *
The next day found Serena lunching with Raye and Mina.
"But now you can come back, Rena! Isn't that great?" Raye proclaimed cheerfully.
Ever since they had discovered Serena's where-abouts yesterday, she had been
uncharacteristically happy. "We're leaving tomorrow, and I bet we could get
you an airline ticket if we really tried!
"Sere?" Mina asked softly, suspicious of her old friend's newfound distinct
quietness.
Finally, Serena raised her eyes from the napkin she'd been shredding. They
looked unnaturally bright with a film of moisture coating them.
"What makes you think I'm coming back?" she asked quietly. When Raye and Mina's
mouths dropped open, she continued. "I'm *never* coming back, you guys. I'm
sorry, but I'm not."
Raye's coal-black eyes filled with angry tears. She threw down a ten-dollar
bill and ran off. With one last, betrayed look at Serena, Mina took off behind
her after tossing an equal bill on the table.
* * *
*Serena,
I thought you were our friend, but I guess that I was wrong.
We'll be back in Tokyo by the time you read this, not that
you care or anything. I think you're a selfish brat, Serena.
Tokyo needs you, your friends need you, Rini needs you-
**we** need you, and I can't believe that you're going to
deprive all those people of yourself. What happened to
you? You used to be so sweet and loving, but now you're
nothing but selfish. I'll never trust you again, Serena. I can't.
We don't just need you, we need Sailor Moon. The youmas
are getting harder to beat, and Luna and Ami think there's a
new enemy. Thanks for all the help, Princess.
Your ex-friend,
Raye*
Serena let the letter drop, trying to feel angry. Instead, a betraying tear
slipped down her face. She looked at the other letter in her other hand. It
was from Darien and it said, briefly, that he missed Tokyo too much and he
had to go back.
He wished she would come, but he knew she wouldn't and he wasn't going to make
her. The only problem was, Serena wished he *would* make her.
"Raye's right," she said aloud. "I *am* a selfish brat." Suddenly, Serena
knew what she had to do. She ran into her room and started to pack her things.
* * *
"Serena!" Katherine's face broke into a pretty smile. "What are you doing back
here? I just did your roots last week."
"Hi, Kathy," Serena giggled back. She hugged her hairdresser, who had become a
good friend over the past year. "Actually, I want...I want my old hairstyle
back."
"The blonde meatballs?" Kathy's face showed surprise-and-was that a little bit
of happiness?
Serena took a deep breath and nodded. "Y-yes." She said firmly.
* * *
When Serena walked out of the salon, her hair was blonde and up in her usual
meatballs, though the pigtails were a good deal shorter than usual. Checking
her watch, she pulled a panicked face and quickly hailed a cab to take her to
the airport.
* * *
It was a white-faced shadow of Serena that arrived in Tokyo much later that
night. Stepping off the last stair of the airplane, she felt a familiar pang.
The scouts were in trouble!
She followed her instinct towards the scene of the battle. Seeing the inner
scouts (an: as there is no other scouts in this story, duh, Sere! *gets
whacked by a lawyer*) being hurt triggered something in Serena. A bright
silver light encased her and when it faded, Sailor Moon was standing in her
place. (AN: Yes, her hair was normal length again-down to her boots as usual.)
Angrily, she started one of her famously corny speeches.
"How dare you take advantage of this beautiful place," she started, referring
to the rose garden the youma was destroying. "And these beautiful girls, who
fight for beautiful things? In the name of all things beautiful-like the
beautiful moon-I, the beautiful Sailor Moon, will punish *you*, because you
are *so* not beautiful!" And with that, the meatball-headed heroine sent a
tiara made of fire (AN: You know in the original series when Moon and Mars
used to combine their attacks, and the result was that wicked-cool sparkly
red Frisbee? That's what I'm picturing here) towards the monster. Even from a
distance, Sailor Moon saw her friends gasp in shock and turn to search for her.
Just before their eyes lit on her, she jumped away and started hopping buildings.
Little did she know that a tall, dark, and handsome man's eyes followed her
from behind a mask, wide with surprise.
* * *
When Sailor Moon finally gave up her rapid skyline hopping, she jumped off a
very low building and started walking. Immediately, a group of little girls
and preteens surrounded her.
"Sailor Moon! You're back!" they shrilled, waving paper and pens in her face. She signed a few autographs, then continued on her way. Suddenly, she tensed. Something was wrong-very, very wrong. Sailor Moon's superhero intuition guided her towards the park. When she arrived, she gasped. A tall, scary-looking woman was standing in front of her, seeming to be waiting for her.
"Hello, Sailor Moon." The woman sneered. "I'm Queen Demonia-Queen of the Dark
Moon. And I've been waiting for you."
* * *
Twenty minutes later found Sailor Moon seriously beaten up. "I-have to fight."
She gasped, standing up. "For the Scouts and Tux-" she broke off to cough,
then spit some blood on the ground. "Tuxedo Mask."
Queen Demonia laughed cruelly as she sent another blast of black-and-silver
energy towards Sailor Moon, who closed her eyes. She opened them when she felt
cool plastic in her hand. Looking down, she saw her pink communicator. *Oh,
thank God!* Nearly hysterical, she pressed the button before the green-and-black
haired woman in front of her could notice the pink mini-computer. Discreetly,
she hit the all-call button.
"Venus here, what's shakin' yo'?"
"Mercury reads you loud and clear, over!"
"Mars here, babe!"
"Jupiter, ready to kick some butt!"
"This is Tuxedo Mask, did anyone find Moon-face yet?" (AN: I know that Tux
isn't part of the communicator-connector things, but work with me, kay?)
When the five voices crackled through the communicator, staticky but so achingly
familiar, Sailor Moon flung her tiara towards Queen Demonia, hoping to distract
her. She succeeded, then shouted as loud as she could,
"Help! It's Moonie, I'm at the park and *I need help!*" she screamed hysterically.
Demonia sent a carefully aimed blast at Sailor Moon and shattered the communicator
like glass.
"Serena!" was all that was heard before shards of sharp pink plastic flew
around Sailor Moon.
When the Scouts arrived, they were horrified to see a bloody and beaten Sailor
Moon struggling to stand up. A deftly thrown rose by Tuxedo Mask stopped Queen
Demonia in her tracks as he swooped down and gathered the nearly-dead Sailor
Moon in his arms.
"I'm...Darien, I'm going to die." She whispered, her eyes fluttering shut.
"Serena! No!" Tuxedo Mask shouted as she took one last breath and fell silent.
He put her down and flew toward Demonia, his entire being filled with rage.
Oh no! Is Sere dead?! Remember, the logic of, "She can't die, she's the main
character and she still has at least six seasons left to go. We're not even
done Sailor Moon S yet-she still has to do Sailor Stars!" doesn't work here-
this is a fan fiction. But, alas! I'm not allowed to finish! Blame this stupid
cop for that... *Turns to glare at the fat, balding ugly guy that's handcuffing
her* What?! He *is* stupid! *poutz as she gets hauled off to jail...Again.*
Write reviews, this guy says the only way I'm getting out of the slammer is
if I get a least five reviews. Oh yeah, and if I'm in jail, there goes the
next chapter. So start writing me!