Chapter4-Hotaru's story
disc-i don't own sailormoon or dbz.
I won't use the quotes cause all of this will be Hotaru speaking. It might be kinda short,
but it is totally necessary:)
I was only 14 at the time this happened. Cere was 13. Now Cere is vital to the story.
I was miserable. I was named the queen's heir. I should have been overjoyed. The whole
council agreed that I, as the most powerful and capable senshi of my generation, should be
the next ruler of our great land. Everyone was agast. Never had the council dared to
breathe out of tradition. And now they wanted their next ruler to be someone not even
related to the royal family of Earth. Never had the Moon Kingdom had a ruler other than
one of the linage of the great Goddess Selene. Then I came along. While my earthly parent
was of course dr. Souichi Tomoe, my maternal parents, that would bore the senshi Sailor
Saturn, were Queen Setsuna of Pluto and King Cronos of Saturn. This is what everyone knows.
However, my true origin is hidden from everyone, everyone except Sailor Pluto, Lord Cronos,
and King Endymion.
When you are told that scandal is always among the revered, it is true.
For unknown to most, PrincessUsagi isn't bore of King Endymion. For the queen slept with
another. The queen loves another. Princess Usagi's true father is King Seiya Kou of
Kinmoku. And my true father is not known. For our great revered king raped my dear mother.
My father could be Lord Cronos, or King Endymion. I am a bastard child. I could indeed be
of the linage of Selene.
Maybe all the bitterness surrounding my birth was the cause of my strange powers.
The powers of Death and Rebirth. An ability not even matched by that of the Majestic Time
and Space Lord Cronos. And powers not even matched by that of Her Ladyship Sailor Galaxia.
The ability to destroy all life, and rebore it. And the ablilty to heal.
Maybe it was my incredible power that drew HIM to me. Maybe it was his charm and offer
of love that I had never had that drew me to him. Maybe it was the need for calmness that
brought us together. Or maybe it was fate. I met him at a club. We were dancing in a town
were no body would know who we were. But somehow, he did. He asked me to dance. I
accepted, and pretty soon we weren't dancing. He took me to the back, and kissed me. Then
we talked. We talked until dawn, when us teens had to go home. And I promised to return.
The next night was much the same, yet each time we got together, we went further. Not just
in talking, but in actions. After a week, his hand was down my pants and I was telling him
things that I had never told anyone before.
Being with him filled the empty gap in me. I was no longer alone. I would never be
alone again. But I was stupid and naive. Too young and foolish to notice that he was the
one who unzipped my pants, and I was the one who did all the talking. I told him more and
more every day, and he never told me anything. I always told him more and he never
stopped me. I was blind to the fact that the only one getting anything out of this was him.
Then he stopped. He stopped acting so caringly at he. There was no longer love in his
eyes. Only hate. And malice. And the knowledge that he knew more about me than I did. He
started showing up places. And things would happen. Bad things. He was testing my limits.
My friends would get hurt, and I would get hurt. He would make them mad at me, to see if I
would hurt them. People wouldn't want to get to close to me, for fear that he would hurt
them.
And I caught on. One day, when he was kissing me, I noticed that he had a dagger tucked
up his sleave. He had never carried a weopon before. And I watched him pull it out of his
sleave and raise it above me, him thinking that I hadn't noticed. I transformed and put my
glaive to his neck. He knew that this meant death, yet he wasn't scared. I killed him.
His name was Onyx. I killed him to end my suffering, but my suffering was not yet over.
A week after I uttered those deadly words to him, he appeared again. And he 'broke up' with
me. Then, to make it seem more real, he started dating my best friend, Cere. Cere changed.
She started telling me that I was jealous. And fighting and argueing more. She wasn't the
same sweet easy-going person anymore, and that scared me. Onyx changed her. And Onyx
wasn't supposed to be alive. I realized that he was something different. And he is still
here. He is still secretly seeing Cere. And we are the only two who know.
disc-i don't own sailormoon or dbz.
I won't use the quotes cause all of this will be Hotaru speaking. It might be kinda short,
but it is totally necessary:)
I was only 14 at the time this happened. Cere was 13. Now Cere is vital to the story.
I was miserable. I was named the queen's heir. I should have been overjoyed. The whole
council agreed that I, as the most powerful and capable senshi of my generation, should be
the next ruler of our great land. Everyone was agast. Never had the council dared to
breathe out of tradition. And now they wanted their next ruler to be someone not even
related to the royal family of Earth. Never had the Moon Kingdom had a ruler other than
one of the linage of the great Goddess Selene. Then I came along. While my earthly parent
was of course dr. Souichi Tomoe, my maternal parents, that would bore the senshi Sailor
Saturn, were Queen Setsuna of Pluto and King Cronos of Saturn. This is what everyone knows.
However, my true origin is hidden from everyone, everyone except Sailor Pluto, Lord Cronos,
and King Endymion.
When you are told that scandal is always among the revered, it is true.
For unknown to most, PrincessUsagi isn't bore of King Endymion. For the queen slept with
another. The queen loves another. Princess Usagi's true father is King Seiya Kou of
Kinmoku. And my true father is not known. For our great revered king raped my dear mother.
My father could be Lord Cronos, or King Endymion. I am a bastard child. I could indeed be
of the linage of Selene.
Maybe all the bitterness surrounding my birth was the cause of my strange powers.
The powers of Death and Rebirth. An ability not even matched by that of the Majestic Time
and Space Lord Cronos. And powers not even matched by that of Her Ladyship Sailor Galaxia.
The ability to destroy all life, and rebore it. And the ablilty to heal.
Maybe it was my incredible power that drew HIM to me. Maybe it was his charm and offer
of love that I had never had that drew me to him. Maybe it was the need for calmness that
brought us together. Or maybe it was fate. I met him at a club. We were dancing in a town
were no body would know who we were. But somehow, he did. He asked me to dance. I
accepted, and pretty soon we weren't dancing. He took me to the back, and kissed me. Then
we talked. We talked until dawn, when us teens had to go home. And I promised to return.
The next night was much the same, yet each time we got together, we went further. Not just
in talking, but in actions. After a week, his hand was down my pants and I was telling him
things that I had never told anyone before.
Being with him filled the empty gap in me. I was no longer alone. I would never be
alone again. But I was stupid and naive. Too young and foolish to notice that he was the
one who unzipped my pants, and I was the one who did all the talking. I told him more and
more every day, and he never told me anything. I always told him more and he never
stopped me. I was blind to the fact that the only one getting anything out of this was him.
Then he stopped. He stopped acting so caringly at he. There was no longer love in his
eyes. Only hate. And malice. And the knowledge that he knew more about me than I did. He
started showing up places. And things would happen. Bad things. He was testing my limits.
My friends would get hurt, and I would get hurt. He would make them mad at me, to see if I
would hurt them. People wouldn't want to get to close to me, for fear that he would hurt
them.
And I caught on. One day, when he was kissing me, I noticed that he had a dagger tucked
up his sleave. He had never carried a weopon before. And I watched him pull it out of his
sleave and raise it above me, him thinking that I hadn't noticed. I transformed and put my
glaive to his neck. He knew that this meant death, yet he wasn't scared. I killed him.
His name was Onyx. I killed him to end my suffering, but my suffering was not yet over.
A week after I uttered those deadly words to him, he appeared again. And he 'broke up' with
me. Then, to make it seem more real, he started dating my best friend, Cere. Cere changed.
She started telling me that I was jealous. And fighting and argueing more. She wasn't the
same sweet easy-going person anymore, and that scared me. Onyx changed her. And Onyx
wasn't supposed to be alive. I realized that he was something different. And he is still
here. He is still secretly seeing Cere. And we are the only two who know.