All right to answer questions, the idea of her being injured by her weapons does NOT come from the TV or comic book series. Though I tend to keep towards the comic book since it is by FAR better then what is seen on TV. This is, as you should be able to tell, the FIRST series. Also as I previously stated her family went on a vacation and that was why she was late for the battle, she had been seeing them off and thus a fair distance from where she was needed. Though I can see how that was missed since it was only a vague reference. In all senses she shouldn't be missed until she's due at school on Tuesday. I am the author I am evil, fear me, things WILL get interesting. I DO read the reviews and will try to answer questions in little bits like this. So write them in the review and I'll see what I can do.
On With The Fic
***Running through the wooded section of the city park Sailor Moon tried to avoid her untimely death. The destruction of trees and a few city-placed boulders behind her did not help. She would have called for the scouts but the fact that she was finding it difficult to get her communicator out without the chance of dropping it. Deciding a higher ground might be safer she leapt onto the awaiting branch and vaulted to another. She had no time to notice that she had left her klutziness somewhere at the beginning of the chase, along with her stomach. Sweat ran down her body and she could feel the salty flavor in her mouth. Along with the metallic tang of the blood leaking from her split lip. Funny she couldn't recall how she had gained that wound. 'And it'll be a damn miracle if that's the worst I come out of this with.' She thought leaping to the nearest branch that could support her weight, she was eternally thankful for her petite form, not for the first time in her experience of Sailor Moon. She was a smaller target and more nimble, she screamed when the next branch was blasted from beneath her feet. The pain of wood and bark ripping into her back made her lose her breath for a moment, along with the impact of the ground. Effectively knocking the wind out of her from behind. Looking up she tried to ignore the fact that she had bit the inside of her cheek, Kunzite looked very please with himself. Standing there, legs apart in superior mockery. A blast from Zoycite blinded her for a moment and she could feel the pink petals rip at her eyes and lids. Tears mixed with blood down her face and she lashed out. Kicking out and up she caught the lead General in the balls. Scrambling to her feet she took to the roughest path she could find. Trying her best to see where she was going. She was slower than before and was soon at the mercy of Zoycite, hearing a never-ending stream or promised tortures from the evil man. Doing her best to focus she sent her fist out and connected with what she could only guess was either the man's temple or his jaw. Either way he was stunned enough for her to make a hasty retreat. Though not fast enough to avoid the painful burning energy that connected with her already battered back. The scent of burned flesh reached her nose and she had the wish to gag, she repressed it and stumbled blindly in the effort of finding a hiding spot. She gave a muffled scream when an arm snaked around her waist and a hand over her mouth. ***
Oh she remembered now, in a haze of semi conciseness she had been rescued. Tapping her jeweled broach she felt her fuku make it's exit, replaced with her former outfit. Black boots, black leggings with a pair of shorts that were ripped in several places, and a shirt that was tied at the bottom, exposing her slim and now bruised belly. Turning the cold water on in the sink she began to let the liquid run over her battered hands. She made a face at the damage that was present; she wouldn't be able to hold a pencil for at least a few days, making the fact that it was a long weekend even better. Murmuring the phrase of transformation she was soon in her white body suit ensemble. Her body protested any movement she gave but she knew she had yet to even reach her home, let alone leave the home of Tuxedo Kamen. 'Speaking of which how am I supposed to leave?' Pulling a face as she turned the knob. This had the potential and start of what was going to be a very long and trying day, and it wasn't even noon yet!
By the time she had exited his bathroom he had found a pair of pants and was in the process of buttoning up a shirt. His trademark green coat was out in his living room; he found that thought to be a good thing. Considering he was well known for always wearing it, well nearly always. Glancing to her she looked pristine and clean, obviously her transformation had taken care of more than just her uniform. She looked to him and stifled a laugh. "Might I enquire as to what your amusement is?" He teased, having a good guess as to what she found so amusing.
"You, normal clothes and a mask." She snickered. Gasping when the movement reminded her of her injured back. She gave a weak laugh as if to brush off the pain, it reminded him of someone else's laugh. Though the name and face escaped him at the moment. "I want you to keep those wounds on your back clean, try to get them as much air as you can." She waved a hand loftily at him and smiled.
"I know, I know. Same old drill. You forget oh my knight in boxers and mask. I am used to this. And Mom wonders why I spend so much time in my room." He winced at the mention of her parents and she misinterpreted it. "Oh I'm sorry." She whispered, obviously thinking he was worried about her volume. "I forgot. Look I'll get myself home. My family left for the week and I'm all set on not having to lie." He saw her wince; he could tell she didn't like having this problem with her family. "I'll just stick to the house and go tank-top or something." She opened the sliding door to his balcony and was soon standing on the rail. Moving quickly he felt panic enter him. She would know where he lived, she would break her neck on the fall down. Grabbing her hand he heard her gasp and pulled her down. He was about to say something on her foolishness when he saw that her concentration was on not crying. Looking to her hand he forced the glove off her hand, much to her protest. "Let go." She demanded as he had half of it off. One tug and the rest followed. Forcing her protesting fingers apart he revealed her scorched palm.
"How in the hell?" He started, pulling her into his bedroom before anyone could notice that they were out. "Where did you get this?" She didn't answer. Only glared to him with a set jaw. One hand holding her wrist he used his other to dig through his medical supplies, grabbing the burn salve he began to rub it over the serious injury. Looking to the shape he tried to determine what could have given such an injury to her.
"It'll be fine in a few days. It's never been his bad before." She pulled her arm as she spoke; he only grabbed her second hand and removed the glove. This being her right hand he could see that it was worse off than the left one.
"How did you get these?" He demanded, repeating the same process he had to the other one. Only this time he blew on the burned skin lightly. He held her hand and refused to release her as she pulled away from him. Only looking to her expectantly, eventually her shoulders fell and she answered.
"My wand and tiara." She mumbled. Seeing that he wasn't through with her she went on. "They get hot when I charge them and this happens."
"Every time?" She nodded.
"Normally not this bad, I just had to use more energy this time. Will you let go now?" It was only then that he noticed that he had been stroking the smooth skin of her wrist lightly with his fingers.
Don't expect so many updates so close together. I am not normally this fast. I DO have OTHER fics I SHOUD work on. Though this is the only PURE Sailor Moon one I have. You CAN read the Warrior Flower one then Hidden Thorns if you don't mind SM crossovers. Any way here you go. Post questions in the reviews and I'll try to answer them in the top of the next chapter. REVIEW I LOVE THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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