Dead, Be Not Proud...
Chapter Two
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^.^ Sorry, but the next chapter might be a week or so in coming. But I promise it'll be worth it. ^.^
Oh, sorry! Didn't I say? It's a Gundam Wing/Sailormoon crossover.
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-Get up! Open your eyes, girl. You're not dead.-
"Just five more minutes, Mom. I'll get up, I swear..."
"Uh-uh, blondie. Heero will kill you if you don't get up now." An amused voice said in accented Japanese. Usagi only vaguely registered the words and tuned out Chaos's panicked chatter.
"Luna, just five more minutes... plen'y of time..." She turned on her side and her hand fumbled for the coverlet that wasn't there. "Don't wanna go to school..."
"Omae o korosu--"
"Not yet, Heero. She's not even awake, and she doesn't look like a soldier." It was a kinder voice that spoke. Usagi's brain woke up instantly when her hand hit dark, wet soil. Sense--
*Ugh... there's blood everywhere... it reeks of death... *
-It's you! You're the one bleeding.-
Not this much...
She opened one big, azure eye and saw three boys, one with a braid, one with blonde hair, and a third holding a gun that was aimed for her.
*Gun. Wonderful. Where are we?*
-My guess? Future. Battleground. Soldiers. Dead.-
"You're helpful." She muttered aloud and was on her feet so fast Heero would have shot her if Quatre hadn't have moved quickly and snatched the gun from Heero's hands.
"Much better." Quatre said cheerfully, Duo quirking a grin at the Death Glare Heero was giving Quatre. Usagi ignored the three and inspected her blood soaked clothing. She felt her chest where the youma had stabbed her-- no much of a wound, superficial at worst, but she had been bleeding heavily. It had slowed now, and there really wasn't much she could do anyway. There was no healing herself. Transforming would only rip her flesh open again, and trying to use the ginzuishou would kill her in her weakened state.
-It's not that bad. You can function with it. Don't show the pain.-
Meanwhile, Duo and Heero had started a argument...
"She's not a soldier, Heero."
"Hn." Heero glared.
"Does she LOOK like a soldier to you? She looks like the daughter of some rich snot. Just got caught in the crossfire, that's all. Right, Babe?" Duo looked at Usagi, whose eyes were fixed on his braid.
"Are you a girl or a boy?" She asked finally, curiosity winning. Quatre laughed and even the edges of Heero's lips cracked just a little as Duo fumed.
-Okay, I've got what we need to know. Exact year is not certain. These three are Gundam pilots. Heero Yuy, the one that wants to kills us, Duo Maxwell, braid boy, and Quatre Winner, Mr. Nice Guy holding gun. First two are psycho. -
"You're one to talk." Usagi muttered softly. Then, a little louder, "I'm leaving. You three go back to whatever hole you've been hiding in. I need to find some bandages and haul ass to somewhere safe until I can get a handle on what the hell's going on here."
"But you're injured." Quatre said, stepping forward. "We couldn't just leave you here... I mean, you're just a girl, and there's mobile suits heading this way.
*Huh?*
-Erma... a weapon?-
*That's it. You're no help. Shut up or... I'll do something stupid to get us killed.*
-Shutting up...-
"Yeah you can." Usagi said. "It's easy. You give Spandex Boy his gun back, all three of you walk away, and I'll sit here and wait for my impending doom. Lemmee tell you, if they manage to kill me, I'll probably thank them. If they can manage it. They might have to take a number, you know, because a lot of people want to kill me. Mr. Yuy, or Spandex Boy, or whatever he is, is probably number... let's see... how many, Chaos?"
-Stupid! Oh. Uhm... around the thirty mark, at least. Counting me. Wait, better make that forty, because a bunch of my minions want to lynch you.-
"Yeah, forty or fifty or something like that." She waited. They stared, or in Heero's case, glared at her. She shrugged. "Fine. I'll leave. Nice meeting you, have a good time in hell, Bu-bye."
She turned.
Heero grabbed his gun and shot it.
Duo sighed.
Usagi turned around and looked at her bullet she had just caught. It burned her fingers and she dropped it and glared at Heero as she struck her injured finger in her mouth.
"See what you did?" She yelped, removing her finger and holding it. "I burned myself because of your stupid bullet... I really needed a blister, let me tell you about it." She looked at the incredulous looks on their faces and felt a headache coming on. The ground beneath her feet started to rumble and she looked down, startled.
The last thing she saw was a blonde blur and then a sharp pain on her neck, and then, only darkness.
She came to with Chaos silent, something that didn't usually happen. She tried to move and found she was bound hand and foot and one the floor of a small room. Her clothing was filthy with dirt and blood that had now dried to her skin. She drew a breath and it HURT. Infection? Not likely. She whimpered as her wound tore open a little.
She tried the rope around her hands-- no use in trying to get that undone, it had probably been placed there by Spandex Boy. The one that held her feet, however, wasn't as well done and she untangled it as quickly as she could with her hands how they were.
She struggled into a sitting position, grumbling that her hands had been tied behind her back, and leaned against the wall. Her hair was tangled, a tatted mess of blonde and rusty brown from died blood. Her skin felt absolutely ratty, streaked with grime from the battlefield and blood that was her own and some that wasn't. She hadn't been wearing shoes when she'd transformed and her socks would never be white again.
"This is lovely." She said aloud, not caring who heard her. "You know, I'll remember this when I create Crystal Tokyo. And whoever tied me up, I've got a couple of words that Chaos taught me: Up Yours. Hard, fast, and no lube."
"You don't look like the kind of girl who would talk like that."
She twisted to her left, ignoring the ripping feeling in her chest and saw a new boy sitting in a chair that was in a dark corner. He was tall, wearing a pair of tight jeans and a loose shirt, his hair falling over one green eye.
"Looks are deceiving. Didn't anyone tell you that?" She retorted, trying futilely to free her hands. "I also don't look like the kind of girl who would kick your ass, but believe me, if I didn't feel like someone got hammer-happy on me and if I wasn't tied up, I would."
"You freed your feet."
"Oh, wonderful. You're not one of the talkative types, are you? I don't suppose you'd undo my hands. Naw, you wouldn't. You also wouldn't let me take a shower and get me some new clothes, either. Naw... I'm a hostage. Again. Although, it was a lot better when the guy taking you hostage was an insane lunatic who claimed to love you. I probably got some four-star treatment from him. Wouldn't know, can't remember." Struggle.
"You talk more than Duo."
"I don't know much about Duo but I'll take it as a compliment." Ah. Headache had just arrived, and at full blast. "So, what's your name? You don't look much older than I am."
"You look like you're about fourteen."
"I'm almost seventeen."
"I don't know how old I am."
Usagi rolled her eyes.
Chaos decided to speak up then, -Use magic, you dope. Fire burns rope. You're facing him, he'd never know. No one's behind him. And his name is Triton. Bloom. He doesn't know that, so call him Trowa. Or Nanashi.-
"No name? Great, another psycho." She looked at him. "I don't really like calling people "No-Name", so let's stick to Trowa." His eyes widened a little, but not much. She smiled at him. "Want to see a magic trick? You're gonna see it anyway. Okay. Hocus..."
*Concentrate...*
"Pocus..."
*Gather...*
"Abra..."
*Control...*
"Cadabra!"
*Flame!* She ordered, and a small ball of black fire lit in her palm. She grinned at its cool, intense heat and let it singe the ropes. Letting it dissipate, she broke the ropes easily and showed him her free hands." See?" She said. "Magic."
He just stared at her, making no comment and showing no emotion. She pushed herself up into a precarious standing position, dizziness threatening to send her back down, but she remained standing, mainly because Trowa now had a gun trained on her every moment.
-You said we were trigger-happy. -
*I said that you were a bunch of egotistical assholes that were energy happy. Youma don't have triggers.*
"That doesn't work on me." She said coldly. "I can be poisoned, hanged, drugged, broken, killed, etc. I can't be shot. So put the gun away like a nice psycho and let's have a friendly chat. Really. I don't know why you guys are so jumpy. Even with a palace full of evil mutated creatures ready to do evil, unthinkable things to my body, I wasn't pulling a gun on anyone who so much as looked the wrong way."
Silence.
Slowly, Trowa put the gun away. He stood up, and Usagi was dismayed to find he was a full head taller than she. Oh, well. Height didn't really matter. There was no way there was much muscle on that frame, so unlike Mamoru he relied on brains. Harder to fight.
-Mamoru was easy to outsmart and out move. Brute force gets you no-where.-
*I don't want commentary. Not when I'm about to get my brains blown out. You've messed up enough-- be quiet!*
-Be that way.-
She smiled again when she felt Chaos recede into the corner of her mind. "Basic question: What year is it?" She asked, pulling up a chair from the edge of the room and turned it so the back was to Trowa, and then sat in it, letting her elbows and chin rest on the tall, wooden back.
"Year? After Colony..." He trailed off. Eye narrowed. "Why? Don't you know?"
She frowned.
-You have to get out of here.-
*No shit.*
-Use your magic. Just something to knock him out...-
*What part of "I can't remember any advanced magic" don't you get?*
-I do. Okay, here's what you do...-
Usagi kept babbling while Chaos instructed her how to perform the spells she needed. Trowa just stared at her, and she felt like he could tell she had a voice in her mind, a voice instructing her on how to defeat him. That stare was unnerving, but she ignored it carefully.
-Okay. You'll need to concentrate. Stop babbling like a drunken broad.-
*You're just a really polite guy, you know? Okay.*
"--and you know of course that all gerbils and martians are evil..." She stopped talking. Trowa's impassive face was slowly getting a "this girl is fucking crazy, no wonder she was bleeding to death in the middle of a battlefield" look in his eyes.
*Concentrate... gather... order... spell... push? You'll do all the complicated stuff?*
-You got it. Now!-
It took less than a millisecond. Usagi jumped up, focused, letting the energy mass around her, a soft blue glow, gathered it, and pushed it towards Trowa before even his star reflexes could react towards his gun or even move.
Usagi stared curiously at his slumped over form.
"Are you sure he's only unconscious, Chaos?" She asked aloud.
-I'm positive, moon brat.- He sounded annoyed at being questioned. As he usually did-- Chaos was an arrogant being. -You've got exactly thirty minutes before he wakes up. Up your energy and haul ass, because you've got company here. The wall behind us is on the outside wall. Do what you just did and run for it.-
It took a full three tries before the wall completely crumbled. Usagi sighed and ran for it as Chaos fell silent again. Once she was outside, she looked around. She'd been in a brick house that was kind of small and surrounded by woods.
"I can't just leave the wall like that."
Sighing, Chaos told her how to repair it. She did, and felt her exhaustion soar to a whole new level.
-We'll never get clear now. Run into the forest and find a tall fir tree... there's plenty here. We need to hide. Rest. Heal. And I'm going to make you remember your magic classes if it kills me.-
"In your case, one may only hope." She replied, but this time she didn't mean it. She ran for the forest as she heard a startled shout behind her. It could only mean someone had found Trowa.
-That one! There!-
She didn't question it. She ran to the tree and started jumping and climbing with grace and speed Haruka would have turned green with envy to see. She didn't stop until Chaos told her to, and her breath came raggedly. She quieted it quickly as she heard voices calling to each other and then none, and then a flash of color here and there.
They were looking for her.
"This isn't good." She muttered, watching the blonde hair of Quatre. "If they find me, they'll try to kill me. I'm just hoping none of them are superstitious."
-Hey, I've always wanted to die by fire.-
"Chaos, when we get out of this mess, me and you are gonna have words."
-I'm quivering.-
"Shut up." She said, a little louder now that Quatre had vanished. "I'm sick of hearing you. For the last seven months, you've done nothing but critizise me. I know I'm not a perfect warrior, but then, I wasn't supposed to be! I'm not the most graceful, intelligent, or whatever else thing in the world, but I'm not a complete flop. I was raised to sit on a throne and rule over a kingdom, not strap on armor and go out guns blazing."
-But---
"Oh, yeah. I know I was trained to fight. I know that if I'd only bother to remember, I'd be the best warrior on the planet, blah blah. I'm trained in magic by the best magi's and know more than any. Well, I don't remember and it'll take a nice blow to the head or the full force of the ginzuishou to make me remember. Amnesia's a wonderful thing. I don't want to remember. Do you know what I must have seen those final days in the Lunar Kingdom? What I saw as I died?"
-You'll throw away years of painfully acquired lessons because you're too weak to handle it?!-
"Yes I would!" She grabbed the locket and raised it up, balancing on the branch. "Screw this. I'm transforming and getting to civilization. Moon Eternal, Make up!" She cried.
Blue and silver light flashed. If none of them had heard her furious voice, they saw the light show, and especially Heero, who'd been standing at the trunk of the tree. He looked up to see her form, void of any clothing except the dazzling lights and dancing ribbons.
My friends, the stoic, emotionless, uneatable Heero Yuy was shocked. Yes. You heard me correctly.
Sailor Moon leapt off the tree, which was a hundred feet or more so tall and landed perfectly on the ground, not inches from Heero. She stood up and he would have swore that he saw wings on her back as she spun around to face him.
"You." She whispered, coming so close that her nose almost touched his. "Leave me be. I want to be alone-- you understand that. I fight best alone. You leave me alone and we're all happy."
"But what are you?"
She laughed, and it wasn't a nice laugh. "Oh, god, isn't that the billion dollar question? Would you believe me if I told you I don't know? Would you believe me if I said I know I'm not human but I'm most definitely not anything you'll find in a book? If I told you that if I got pissed off, it wouldn't matter what I was because," Her laughter was in danger of being labeled hysterical. "The whole world would be a flipping dust ball?"
-I've had enough of this.-
Sailor Moon stopped laughing so suddenly Heero half feared she might have died or gone into shock. But no, she was staring at him with the kind of glare that he gave himself in the mirror after a battle.
"Sorry to inconvenience you, Heero Yuy." The voice wasn't right. "We'll be going now. Before this blasted girl has a breakdown for real. She's been threatening it for weeks. And yes, I share her body. My name is Chaos, hers is Usagi."
*You bastard, give me my body back!* She screamed as he teleported. *I want it back! We had a deal!*
-Hush. You will remember. I don't think you want to help anyone. So I'll establish an identity and scam money off whoever we can, and you'll think about what you've done.-
Usagi began to repeat every single curse word she could remember.
Chapter Two
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^.^ Sorry, but the next chapter might be a week or so in coming. But I promise it'll be worth it. ^.^
Oh, sorry! Didn't I say? It's a Gundam Wing/Sailormoon crossover.
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-Get up! Open your eyes, girl. You're not dead.-
"Just five more minutes, Mom. I'll get up, I swear..."
"Uh-uh, blondie. Heero will kill you if you don't get up now." An amused voice said in accented Japanese. Usagi only vaguely registered the words and tuned out Chaos's panicked chatter.
"Luna, just five more minutes... plen'y of time..." She turned on her side and her hand fumbled for the coverlet that wasn't there. "Don't wanna go to school..."
"Omae o korosu--"
"Not yet, Heero. She's not even awake, and she doesn't look like a soldier." It was a kinder voice that spoke. Usagi's brain woke up instantly when her hand hit dark, wet soil. Sense--
*Ugh... there's blood everywhere... it reeks of death... *
-It's you! You're the one bleeding.-
Not this much...
She opened one big, azure eye and saw three boys, one with a braid, one with blonde hair, and a third holding a gun that was aimed for her.
*Gun. Wonderful. Where are we?*
-My guess? Future. Battleground. Soldiers. Dead.-
"You're helpful." She muttered aloud and was on her feet so fast Heero would have shot her if Quatre hadn't have moved quickly and snatched the gun from Heero's hands.
"Much better." Quatre said cheerfully, Duo quirking a grin at the Death Glare Heero was giving Quatre. Usagi ignored the three and inspected her blood soaked clothing. She felt her chest where the youma had stabbed her-- no much of a wound, superficial at worst, but she had been bleeding heavily. It had slowed now, and there really wasn't much she could do anyway. There was no healing herself. Transforming would only rip her flesh open again, and trying to use the ginzuishou would kill her in her weakened state.
-It's not that bad. You can function with it. Don't show the pain.-
Meanwhile, Duo and Heero had started a argument...
"She's not a soldier, Heero."
"Hn." Heero glared.
"Does she LOOK like a soldier to you? She looks like the daughter of some rich snot. Just got caught in the crossfire, that's all. Right, Babe?" Duo looked at Usagi, whose eyes were fixed on his braid.
"Are you a girl or a boy?" She asked finally, curiosity winning. Quatre laughed and even the edges of Heero's lips cracked just a little as Duo fumed.
-Okay, I've got what we need to know. Exact year is not certain. These three are Gundam pilots. Heero Yuy, the one that wants to kills us, Duo Maxwell, braid boy, and Quatre Winner, Mr. Nice Guy holding gun. First two are psycho. -
"You're one to talk." Usagi muttered softly. Then, a little louder, "I'm leaving. You three go back to whatever hole you've been hiding in. I need to find some bandages and haul ass to somewhere safe until I can get a handle on what the hell's going on here."
"But you're injured." Quatre said, stepping forward. "We couldn't just leave you here... I mean, you're just a girl, and there's mobile suits heading this way.
*Huh?*
-Erma... a weapon?-
*That's it. You're no help. Shut up or... I'll do something stupid to get us killed.*
-Shutting up...-
"Yeah you can." Usagi said. "It's easy. You give Spandex Boy his gun back, all three of you walk away, and I'll sit here and wait for my impending doom. Lemmee tell you, if they manage to kill me, I'll probably thank them. If they can manage it. They might have to take a number, you know, because a lot of people want to kill me. Mr. Yuy, or Spandex Boy, or whatever he is, is probably number... let's see... how many, Chaos?"
-Stupid! Oh. Uhm... around the thirty mark, at least. Counting me. Wait, better make that forty, because a bunch of my minions want to lynch you.-
"Yeah, forty or fifty or something like that." She waited. They stared, or in Heero's case, glared at her. She shrugged. "Fine. I'll leave. Nice meeting you, have a good time in hell, Bu-bye."
She turned.
Heero grabbed his gun and shot it.
Duo sighed.
Usagi turned around and looked at her bullet she had just caught. It burned her fingers and she dropped it and glared at Heero as she struck her injured finger in her mouth.
"See what you did?" She yelped, removing her finger and holding it. "I burned myself because of your stupid bullet... I really needed a blister, let me tell you about it." She looked at the incredulous looks on their faces and felt a headache coming on. The ground beneath her feet started to rumble and she looked down, startled.
The last thing she saw was a blonde blur and then a sharp pain on her neck, and then, only darkness.
She came to with Chaos silent, something that didn't usually happen. She tried to move and found she was bound hand and foot and one the floor of a small room. Her clothing was filthy with dirt and blood that had now dried to her skin. She drew a breath and it HURT. Infection? Not likely. She whimpered as her wound tore open a little.
She tried the rope around her hands-- no use in trying to get that undone, it had probably been placed there by Spandex Boy. The one that held her feet, however, wasn't as well done and she untangled it as quickly as she could with her hands how they were.
She struggled into a sitting position, grumbling that her hands had been tied behind her back, and leaned against the wall. Her hair was tangled, a tatted mess of blonde and rusty brown from died blood. Her skin felt absolutely ratty, streaked with grime from the battlefield and blood that was her own and some that wasn't. She hadn't been wearing shoes when she'd transformed and her socks would never be white again.
"This is lovely." She said aloud, not caring who heard her. "You know, I'll remember this when I create Crystal Tokyo. And whoever tied me up, I've got a couple of words that Chaos taught me: Up Yours. Hard, fast, and no lube."
"You don't look like the kind of girl who would talk like that."
She twisted to her left, ignoring the ripping feeling in her chest and saw a new boy sitting in a chair that was in a dark corner. He was tall, wearing a pair of tight jeans and a loose shirt, his hair falling over one green eye.
"Looks are deceiving. Didn't anyone tell you that?" She retorted, trying futilely to free her hands. "I also don't look like the kind of girl who would kick your ass, but believe me, if I didn't feel like someone got hammer-happy on me and if I wasn't tied up, I would."
"You freed your feet."
"Oh, wonderful. You're not one of the talkative types, are you? I don't suppose you'd undo my hands. Naw, you wouldn't. You also wouldn't let me take a shower and get me some new clothes, either. Naw... I'm a hostage. Again. Although, it was a lot better when the guy taking you hostage was an insane lunatic who claimed to love you. I probably got some four-star treatment from him. Wouldn't know, can't remember." Struggle.
"You talk more than Duo."
"I don't know much about Duo but I'll take it as a compliment." Ah. Headache had just arrived, and at full blast. "So, what's your name? You don't look much older than I am."
"You look like you're about fourteen."
"I'm almost seventeen."
"I don't know how old I am."
Usagi rolled her eyes.
Chaos decided to speak up then, -Use magic, you dope. Fire burns rope. You're facing him, he'd never know. No one's behind him. And his name is Triton. Bloom. He doesn't know that, so call him Trowa. Or Nanashi.-
"No name? Great, another psycho." She looked at him. "I don't really like calling people "No-Name", so let's stick to Trowa." His eyes widened a little, but not much. She smiled at him. "Want to see a magic trick? You're gonna see it anyway. Okay. Hocus..."
*Concentrate...*
"Pocus..."
*Gather...*
"Abra..."
*Control...*
"Cadabra!"
*Flame!* She ordered, and a small ball of black fire lit in her palm. She grinned at its cool, intense heat and let it singe the ropes. Letting it dissipate, she broke the ropes easily and showed him her free hands." See?" She said. "Magic."
He just stared at her, making no comment and showing no emotion. She pushed herself up into a precarious standing position, dizziness threatening to send her back down, but she remained standing, mainly because Trowa now had a gun trained on her every moment.
-You said we were trigger-happy. -
*I said that you were a bunch of egotistical assholes that were energy happy. Youma don't have triggers.*
"That doesn't work on me." She said coldly. "I can be poisoned, hanged, drugged, broken, killed, etc. I can't be shot. So put the gun away like a nice psycho and let's have a friendly chat. Really. I don't know why you guys are so jumpy. Even with a palace full of evil mutated creatures ready to do evil, unthinkable things to my body, I wasn't pulling a gun on anyone who so much as looked the wrong way."
Silence.
Slowly, Trowa put the gun away. He stood up, and Usagi was dismayed to find he was a full head taller than she. Oh, well. Height didn't really matter. There was no way there was much muscle on that frame, so unlike Mamoru he relied on brains. Harder to fight.
-Mamoru was easy to outsmart and out move. Brute force gets you no-where.-
*I don't want commentary. Not when I'm about to get my brains blown out. You've messed up enough-- be quiet!*
-Be that way.-
She smiled again when she felt Chaos recede into the corner of her mind. "Basic question: What year is it?" She asked, pulling up a chair from the edge of the room and turned it so the back was to Trowa, and then sat in it, letting her elbows and chin rest on the tall, wooden back.
"Year? After Colony..." He trailed off. Eye narrowed. "Why? Don't you know?"
She frowned.
-You have to get out of here.-
*No shit.*
-Use your magic. Just something to knock him out...-
*What part of "I can't remember any advanced magic" don't you get?*
-I do. Okay, here's what you do...-
Usagi kept babbling while Chaos instructed her how to perform the spells she needed. Trowa just stared at her, and she felt like he could tell she had a voice in her mind, a voice instructing her on how to defeat him. That stare was unnerving, but she ignored it carefully.
-Okay. You'll need to concentrate. Stop babbling like a drunken broad.-
*You're just a really polite guy, you know? Okay.*
"--and you know of course that all gerbils and martians are evil..." She stopped talking. Trowa's impassive face was slowly getting a "this girl is fucking crazy, no wonder she was bleeding to death in the middle of a battlefield" look in his eyes.
*Concentrate... gather... order... spell... push? You'll do all the complicated stuff?*
-You got it. Now!-
It took less than a millisecond. Usagi jumped up, focused, letting the energy mass around her, a soft blue glow, gathered it, and pushed it towards Trowa before even his star reflexes could react towards his gun or even move.
Usagi stared curiously at his slumped over form.
"Are you sure he's only unconscious, Chaos?" She asked aloud.
-I'm positive, moon brat.- He sounded annoyed at being questioned. As he usually did-- Chaos was an arrogant being. -You've got exactly thirty minutes before he wakes up. Up your energy and haul ass, because you've got company here. The wall behind us is on the outside wall. Do what you just did and run for it.-
It took a full three tries before the wall completely crumbled. Usagi sighed and ran for it as Chaos fell silent again. Once she was outside, she looked around. She'd been in a brick house that was kind of small and surrounded by woods.
"I can't just leave the wall like that."
Sighing, Chaos told her how to repair it. She did, and felt her exhaustion soar to a whole new level.
-We'll never get clear now. Run into the forest and find a tall fir tree... there's plenty here. We need to hide. Rest. Heal. And I'm going to make you remember your magic classes if it kills me.-
"In your case, one may only hope." She replied, but this time she didn't mean it. She ran for the forest as she heard a startled shout behind her. It could only mean someone had found Trowa.
-That one! There!-
She didn't question it. She ran to the tree and started jumping and climbing with grace and speed Haruka would have turned green with envy to see. She didn't stop until Chaos told her to, and her breath came raggedly. She quieted it quickly as she heard voices calling to each other and then none, and then a flash of color here and there.
They were looking for her.
"This isn't good." She muttered, watching the blonde hair of Quatre. "If they find me, they'll try to kill me. I'm just hoping none of them are superstitious."
-Hey, I've always wanted to die by fire.-
"Chaos, when we get out of this mess, me and you are gonna have words."
-I'm quivering.-
"Shut up." She said, a little louder now that Quatre had vanished. "I'm sick of hearing you. For the last seven months, you've done nothing but critizise me. I know I'm not a perfect warrior, but then, I wasn't supposed to be! I'm not the most graceful, intelligent, or whatever else thing in the world, but I'm not a complete flop. I was raised to sit on a throne and rule over a kingdom, not strap on armor and go out guns blazing."
-But---
"Oh, yeah. I know I was trained to fight. I know that if I'd only bother to remember, I'd be the best warrior on the planet, blah blah. I'm trained in magic by the best magi's and know more than any. Well, I don't remember and it'll take a nice blow to the head or the full force of the ginzuishou to make me remember. Amnesia's a wonderful thing. I don't want to remember. Do you know what I must have seen those final days in the Lunar Kingdom? What I saw as I died?"
-You'll throw away years of painfully acquired lessons because you're too weak to handle it?!-
"Yes I would!" She grabbed the locket and raised it up, balancing on the branch. "Screw this. I'm transforming and getting to civilization. Moon Eternal, Make up!" She cried.
Blue and silver light flashed. If none of them had heard her furious voice, they saw the light show, and especially Heero, who'd been standing at the trunk of the tree. He looked up to see her form, void of any clothing except the dazzling lights and dancing ribbons.
My friends, the stoic, emotionless, uneatable Heero Yuy was shocked. Yes. You heard me correctly.
Sailor Moon leapt off the tree, which was a hundred feet or more so tall and landed perfectly on the ground, not inches from Heero. She stood up and he would have swore that he saw wings on her back as she spun around to face him.
"You." She whispered, coming so close that her nose almost touched his. "Leave me be. I want to be alone-- you understand that. I fight best alone. You leave me alone and we're all happy."
"But what are you?"
She laughed, and it wasn't a nice laugh. "Oh, god, isn't that the billion dollar question? Would you believe me if I told you I don't know? Would you believe me if I said I know I'm not human but I'm most definitely not anything you'll find in a book? If I told you that if I got pissed off, it wouldn't matter what I was because," Her laughter was in danger of being labeled hysterical. "The whole world would be a flipping dust ball?"
-I've had enough of this.-
Sailor Moon stopped laughing so suddenly Heero half feared she might have died or gone into shock. But no, she was staring at him with the kind of glare that he gave himself in the mirror after a battle.
"Sorry to inconvenience you, Heero Yuy." The voice wasn't right. "We'll be going now. Before this blasted girl has a breakdown for real. She's been threatening it for weeks. And yes, I share her body. My name is Chaos, hers is Usagi."
*You bastard, give me my body back!* She screamed as he teleported. *I want it back! We had a deal!*
-Hush. You will remember. I don't think you want to help anyone. So I'll establish an identity and scam money off whoever we can, and you'll think about what you've done.-
Usagi began to repeat every single curse word she could remember.