Disclaimer: Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon, the Three Lights,
the Sailor Starlights, all other Sailor Soldiers mentioned
(unless otherwise stated) and Sailor Moon are created and
copyrighted by Naoko Takeuchi and owned by Kodansha publishing
and TOEI Animation, Inc. This is a fanfiction meant to entertain,
but not meant to make a profit. This story is © 2002 written by me,
Seito no Senshi (Seishi Kou).
Several years back, a young girl named Rachel Barber was murdered
by her baby-sitter/friend. She went to the same school that I go to
now. Recently, a story called 'Perfect Victim' was released. I saw
it today in the book shop Sunday 6th October. It shocked me that
something like this could happen. I may quote from the book- only one
or two quotes though.
The fanfiction 'The Perfect Victim' is written by me, based on this
story. Many things have obviously been changed, but overall, the plot
is based on the sad story of Rachel Barber. I don't mean any disrespect
to the people this story was based on.
Small note: Peoples. Please. No shit about me having (O_o;; evil grammar)
too many stories out. It's going to be this way. I've decided to update
at my pace. Me. It's all about me.
Starlights: ¬.¬
Seito: ^^;; and you of course…
~The Perfect Victim.~
~Prologue: All things come to pass…~
A silent person watched three people- or rather, the one in the
middle. The other two did not interest her as much. No, for now, it was
the one in the middle that she wanted. Her hand lifted the camera, and
she started taking some quick shots of the lady in the middle. Her eyes
gleamed with some excitement as she admired the curves of the young lady.
Long hair tied into a ponytail, strong but maybe… faint muscles. Showing
as she struck a pose. The plan was ready…
The young woman sighed, gazing back at Sailor Starfighter once
more, before melting into the shadows. Hands holding tightly to a sheaf
of papers protectively, lists written in a neat and legible hand.
'All things come to pass…'
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
They're heads snapped up, faces going serious as they heard the
shouts.
"Starlights!" shouted Fighter, as they teleported to the area
where the screams were coming from.
"Una," she gasped. The shoujo was on the floor, eyes wide with fear
as she gazed up into the youma's face.
"Be careful- we might hit her if we attack," murmured Healer. Maker
said nothing, only looked for a weakness, probing with her power.
"Fighter! Fighter!" gasped Una. She was terrified.
"Daijoubu, Una," smiled the Starlight reassuringly. The girl
immediately calmed down, her faith in the Starlights showing in her eyes.
"On the count of three…" murmured Healer. Fighter and Maker stared
at her, but she waved them away.
"The youma is harmless," she declared. And with that she moved-
ducked, avoiding a blast sent her way, gathered the taller girl into her
arms and jumped out of 'harms' way.
"Star Serious Laser!" in the next moment, the youma was…
Gone.
"Fighter!" Una latched onto Fighter, and held on tight, never
letting go.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
'All things come to pass…'
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Two young women sat at the edge of a lake, in holding a picnic.
"You know, you shouldn't have been very scared," murmured Fighter.
She stared at her friend. It was almost amazing how similar they were. Both
were the same height, both were more androgynous then feminine, and both had
long hair. Una however had blonde hair, and her eyes were a startling light
grey.
"I know. But I couldn't help myself," blushed Una. Fighter chuckled.
"Have some tea." Una pressed the cup into her hands.
"I don't know…" Fighter grimaced.
"It's nice. You'll like it."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
'Fighter. All things come to pass…'
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A young woman woke up, grey eyes widening in shock as she looked
around. She sat up, slowly taking in her surroundings.
"Oh you poor young girl!" she flinched as a kindly old lady bustled
to her side fussing with her blankets.
"Where… where am I?" she croaked. She looked at the grey-haired woman
beside her with trepidation.
"You're in my home. My son Ru found you near our farm…" the young
girl brushed a strand of her blonde hair out of her face.
"Who…." Her grey eyes saddened… "I can't… Who… am I?"
the Sailor Starlights, all other Sailor Soldiers mentioned
(unless otherwise stated) and Sailor Moon are created and
copyrighted by Naoko Takeuchi and owned by Kodansha publishing
and TOEI Animation, Inc. This is a fanfiction meant to entertain,
but not meant to make a profit. This story is © 2002 written by me,
Seito no Senshi (Seishi Kou).
Several years back, a young girl named Rachel Barber was murdered
by her baby-sitter/friend. She went to the same school that I go to
now. Recently, a story called 'Perfect Victim' was released. I saw
it today in the book shop Sunday 6th October. It shocked me that
something like this could happen. I may quote from the book- only one
or two quotes though.
The fanfiction 'The Perfect Victim' is written by me, based on this
story. Many things have obviously been changed, but overall, the plot
is based on the sad story of Rachel Barber. I don't mean any disrespect
to the people this story was based on.
Small note: Peoples. Please. No shit about me having (O_o;; evil grammar)
too many stories out. It's going to be this way. I've decided to update
at my pace. Me. It's all about me.
Starlights: ¬.¬
Seito: ^^;; and you of course…
~The Perfect Victim.~
~Prologue: All things come to pass…~
A silent person watched three people- or rather, the one in the
middle. The other two did not interest her as much. No, for now, it was
the one in the middle that she wanted. Her hand lifted the camera, and
she started taking some quick shots of the lady in the middle. Her eyes
gleamed with some excitement as she admired the curves of the young lady.
Long hair tied into a ponytail, strong but maybe… faint muscles. Showing
as she struck a pose. The plan was ready…
The young woman sighed, gazing back at Sailor Starfighter once
more, before melting into the shadows. Hands holding tightly to a sheaf
of papers protectively, lists written in a neat and legible hand.
'All things come to pass…'
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
They're heads snapped up, faces going serious as they heard the
shouts.
"Starlights!" shouted Fighter, as they teleported to the area
where the screams were coming from.
"Una," she gasped. The shoujo was on the floor, eyes wide with fear
as she gazed up into the youma's face.
"Be careful- we might hit her if we attack," murmured Healer. Maker
said nothing, only looked for a weakness, probing with her power.
"Fighter! Fighter!" gasped Una. She was terrified.
"Daijoubu, Una," smiled the Starlight reassuringly. The girl
immediately calmed down, her faith in the Starlights showing in her eyes.
"On the count of three…" murmured Healer. Fighter and Maker stared
at her, but she waved them away.
"The youma is harmless," she declared. And with that she moved-
ducked, avoiding a blast sent her way, gathered the taller girl into her
arms and jumped out of 'harms' way.
"Star Serious Laser!" in the next moment, the youma was…
Gone.
"Fighter!" Una latched onto Fighter, and held on tight, never
letting go.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
'All things come to pass…'
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Two young women sat at the edge of a lake, in holding a picnic.
"You know, you shouldn't have been very scared," murmured Fighter.
She stared at her friend. It was almost amazing how similar they were. Both
were the same height, both were more androgynous then feminine, and both had
long hair. Una however had blonde hair, and her eyes were a startling light
grey.
"I know. But I couldn't help myself," blushed Una. Fighter chuckled.
"Have some tea." Una pressed the cup into her hands.
"I don't know…" Fighter grimaced.
"It's nice. You'll like it."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
'Fighter. All things come to pass…'
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A young woman woke up, grey eyes widening in shock as she looked
around. She sat up, slowly taking in her surroundings.
"Oh you poor young girl!" she flinched as a kindly old lady bustled
to her side fussing with her blankets.
"Where… where am I?" she croaked. She looked at the grey-haired woman
beside her with trepidation.
"You're in my home. My son Ru found you near our farm…" the young
girl brushed a strand of her blonde hair out of her face.
"Who…." Her grey eyes saddened… "I can't… Who… am I?"