Title: Original "Usagi is Dead" Part 15

Author: Dark Day For Anime (Mark A Page)

Email: darkdayforanime@hotmail.com

IRC: Mappy on DALnet's #AJAS

Fic Rating: R

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UsAgI iS dEaD uSaGi Is DeAd HiP hIp HiP hOoRaY

by DARK DAY FOR ANIME

Diclaimer - Sailormoon is owned by Takeuchi Naoko and Bandai, so

these characters really belong to them, except ones I made up. You

know who they are! They're the ones that run around doing bad

things to the original cast. ^_^ Well, most of them, anyway.

Part Fifteen

Out of the Blue II

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MILLENIA - THE MIND

I bleed. For the hearts and minds of the losers of the

universe. And that is, for all of us.... For we are all losers,

and the greatest of all is the one who realises this and does

nothing to change it.

I bleed. From wounds too great to heal. I want to be loved

and hated all in one. The weapons I use against others only proceed

to hurt me more. Soon it will end, and then it will begin again.

Those for whom I care about the most will face my wrath.

I bleed. From eyes with tears of self-pity and self-hatred.

There is nobody who could care about someone whose exterior is so

thin the merest pinprick of contempt causes wounds more akin to

a dagger, a sword. And the pain lasts far far longer.

I bleed. For too long. Perhaps it is time to change but I

cannot change for I am without the desire and without the desire

there can be no change. Thus comes the onset of decreptitude, the

rotting remains of a soul that has never known happiness.

Since time began. And for some period before that.

There is no death for me.

----o

THE MOON, RUINS OF THE PALACE - THE RECENT PAST

The young-looking woman walked across the surface of the moon,

digging through the remains of the civilisation that once existed

there. She wondered aloud why she was doing this. What could she

possibly have hoped to find in this permanent state of death? She

looked up at the living world beyond, and saw merely the same death,

on an almost equal scale.

She had been here some three hundred years.... By the

measurements of this world's orbits. So strange, the cold darkness

that existed here today, where once there was warmth and life in

abundance. But then, that was the way of things. Even with the

possibilities of persistent death and rebirth, the silence of the

playgrounds of the soul remained forever. And sometimes even

longer.

She listened to the silence for there were no sounds here. It

was something she had become used to. Despite the life that existed

in the universe, there was only one REAL absolute.... Silence. But

each place had a different kind of silence, and she had travelled

from place to place to experience them.

She had come here to experience the silence of the dead. The

wailing of the spirits that had been sacrificed in this place and

had not the opportunity to be reborn. Some didn't know they were

dead. Some even refused to believe it. She ignored them all.

Spirits that do not wish to progress from one location and one

lifetime held of her no interest.

Yet this spot, near the centre of the ruins of the palace

citadel, there was potential. It was the silence of potentiality!

Something was going to happen here, it just needed a little push

to get it moving. And so, she began to dig. With her bare hands

she moved foot after foot of dry, wasted dust.

And there she found them. Four glowing spheres.

----o

IASFU OA FWSS IASFU OA FWSS GOO JUA GOO JIPEST

and again

IASFU OA FWSS IASFU OA FWSS GOO JUA GOO JIPEST

Shadows of shadows passing

----o

TOKYO - THE DAWN

Blood spewed over the horizon. Night was ending and the

day began in a mockery of gory death.

Usako watched the sunrise. Thoughts ran through her mind...

Strange thoughts for an Usagi. Or an Usagi clone, as she was. She

had failed the test of what made a true Usagi, because of the way

she thought.... She was not lazy, klutzy or easily distracted. She

found reading even the most complex texts a simple task. She learnt

approximately twenty years worth of education in the space of two

weeks. And above all, she was more level-headed and poised than

any Usagi really deserved to be. In short, she was Serenity reborn.

Only, those at the Usagi Production Plant weren't looking for

Serenity reborn. They were looking for the one true Tsukino Usagi.

The Super Sailormoon Deluxe Model, no less.

And so, her file was marked "reject", and she was sent out

into a lonely existence amongst her own kind.... To live in a

society where everyone shared your face, and a great many of your

attributes. But she was too different. Her serious personality,

her sensitivity.... She would often be insulted by being called an

Ami.... Whilst the other senshi were singularly adored and despised

amongst Usagi society, to be compared to one was an immense insult.

Over the space of many months, she was ostracised.

Then one day, a flyer came through the letterbox of her

humble, run down apartment. It was for the Tomoe and Aino Usagi

Extermination Agency.... An organisation, apparently set up by two

original senshi, to euthenise Usagis who no longer felt a desire to

live.

Fate had a strange way of wandering into one's life, she

thought to herself as she followed her companions through the

abandoned streets of Tokyo, avoiding the multiple and growing fires

that were raging across the city, various groups of soldiers

wandering aimlessly, media on their way to being arrested and the

occasional barricade set up by some loopy fringe group, using the

chaos created by the dimensional rift above, and the Resonator as an

excuse to thug on anyone who happened by.

Usako hated it. She hated the chaos, the wanton destruction.

Why did people do these kinds of things? It was.... It was so

stupid. Wasn't it better to create than to destroy?

She felt herself being taken by the arm and pulled back behind

a wall by Usashin.... An Usagi clone who seemed, somehow, to have

found a logical, individual existence for herself. She looked along

the wall.... Sailors Jupiter, Pallas and Juno, Aosagi and that

Akunatsuka Kaji person were leaning against the wall, listening

carefully.

She heard footsteps and shouting, on the other side. Then

there were gunshots and screams. Then.... Nothing. She felt the

nauseating sensation of death creeping over her... Not her own, but

that of others. She'd always felt the deaths of others, like some

link she had to the living.

For a few moments she thought she heard a voice, and turned up

to look at the sky.

"Usa...shin..." She mumbled, pulling on her sleeve. Usashin

hushed her to be quiet, but she began pointing. "Usashin, look,

above us." Usashin turned to her, then up.

"Oh shit!" Usashin heard Aosagi mutter behind her.

"Destroyers." Usashin nodded.

"They're going to be trouble."

Sailorjupiter looked up, blinking dumbly. "What? Those big

black floating things?"

"Indeed." Usashin frowned. "They mean to destroy anything

that appears to be the Eternal City."

"Namely Tokyo."

"They do not differentiate between the two." Usashin frowned

grimly.

Usako shivered slightly as Usashin motioned her along. For a

moment more, she thought she heard that voice. It was calling out

to her... No, not just to her, to anyone who would care to listen.

----o

Haruka stood on the edge of the open doorway to Setsuna's

apartment, gripping the railing at the top of the stairs, watching

and waiting for the others' return, growing more anxious all the

time.

"You look tense." She almost spun and lashed out at Mamoru,

who was standing an intelligent distance away. She relaxed almost

instantly.

"I am. They should have been back by now. All they were

supposed to do was collect Hotaru." She coughed. The air outside

was so laden with smoke that it made it somewhat hard to breathe.

"You should come inside. The fires are quite numerous. I

could feel my throat constricting as soon as I came near the door."

"I want to be here. I want to see...."

"If Michiru is alright?"

Haruka's lips were quivering. Mamoru nodded and Haruka turned

around again, trying to hide her expression from him.

"Mamo-chan, what's happening?" Mamoru turned aside to the

blond-haired figure. His heart skipped for a moment as he reminded

himself that this was Chibiusa, not Usagi. The real Usagi was....

The young girl had shed herself of the clothes that had come with

the 4P Usagi model and was wearing something she'd dragged out of

Setsuna's closet. Naturally, it looked like a tent on her.

"It's nothing, Chibiusa. I'm just talking to Haruka."

"There's lots of smoke in the air. Shouldn't we close the

door?" Chibiusa pointed to the broken hinges. "Or, at least, put

something up to stop the smoke getting in?"

"In time. How is.... You know.... Usagi?"

Chibiusa huffed, looking away sulkily. "I suppose she is

okay. She's with that other Usagi woman, lying on the sofa."

"Who? Katsuragi-san?"

"Whatever she wishes to call herself. Did you know she wears

a blond wig? Her hair is black!" Chibiusa sniffed. "And she's

scoffing down all the beer from Setsuna's fridge. Luna's giving her

the lecture of her life."

"She has BLACK hair?" Mamoru looked at Chibiusa for a few

moments. "I never knew that. She hid it well when I hired her."

Chibiusa chuckled. "She keeps telling Luna she sounds like

an Akagi person she knows."

"Hmmm... Akagi Ritsagi... The chief of research back in the

factory. I wonder what happened to her...." He gazed off into the

distance, then looked back at Chibiusa, who had begun cuddling up to

him in a manner that made him uncomfortable.

"Uhh... Chibiusa... Can I ask you a question?"

"Yes, Mamo-chan?"

"Do you know what happened to Usagi?"

For some reason, Haruka flinched and did her best to look like

she was deliberately distant. Chibiusa looked down, nervously.

"I would have asked someone else." He continued. "But nobody

around here seems willing to talk about it...."

Chibiusa pulled herself away from him, and stepped back into

the doorway, gazing inwards. "I'm... Not certain. Things have

been pretty confusing over the last couple of days for me." Days?

She thought to herself... How about months... Ever since I found

out... that Usagi wasn't....

Mamoru bit his lower lip. So even Chibiusa wasn't willing to

say anything. Usagi.... The REAL Usagi, was lying comatose in the

middle of Setsuna's apartment, and nobody would tell him why. From

Haruka, he expected as much. The both of them had not always been

the greatest of conversationalists. Together, anyway. Maybe it was

a man kind of thing. Then he checked himself... Haruka wasn't a

man. Although she often seemed like it, she wasn't. Their

relationship had been, for most of the time, pretty good, although

there was never anything deep about their interaction.

Chibiusa, however, had been a different matter. She WAS close

to him, and had the guiless tendency of all children to spout

immense amounts of socially-unairable thoughts before the brain had

managed to select a gear and shut down the verbal mill. For her not

to say anything about something she knew... And he could TELL she

was hiding something... Then it must be pretty heavy stuff. He

decided to let it keep for now.

Haruka let out a small cry of surprise. With a flash of

light, Mamoru and Chibiusa heard something land at the bottom of the

stairwell, with a pair of recognisable voices saying "Itaaaiiii!"

"Hotaru! MICHIRU!" Haruka flew down the stairs and grabbed

Michiru around the neck as the blue-haired young woman picked

herself up, causing them both of them to fall back on top of Hotaru,

who had only just made it onto her hands and knees, puffing heavily.

"Hoya! Will you two stop that and get off me. I'm still a

young, impressionable sort, you know."

"Oops!" Haruka lifted both herself and Michiru from Hotaru,

giggling. "Sorry about that Hota.... Hotaru-chan?!?!?!"

"What?" Said the tall, thin young woman in the dark green

minidress, holding the Time Key. Michiru shook Haruka's shoulder.

"It'd take too long to explain. We've got to help Setsuna."

She gestured to the third form, lying beside them. The woman was

dressed in her casual skirt and blouse, but both were bloodied

from wounds to her belly. She looked to be semi-concious, but it

was hard to tell. Haruka opened her eyes wide.

"What happened to her?"

"We bumped into some JSDF special forces. Needless to say,

they were less than friendly."

"Is she.... Is she badly..."

"I did my best to heal her." Hotaru snapped her fingers,

and the Time Key disappeared. She then took Setsuna by the

shoulders as Mamoru and Chibiusa slowly descended the stairs,

aghast at Setsuna's condition. "But my powers were pretty weak

at the time. Now they're regenerating. It might take a while

before they're useful again."

"So, uh, Hotaru... Why were you carrying the Time Key?"

"Someone had to use Pluto's powers to transport us back here.

It certainly wasn't going to be Setsuna."

"Yeah, and we went all over town, too." Michiru huffed as she

detransformed from Neptune. "You'd think that, transferring some of

Setsuna's powers over to you would, at the very least, bring with it

the instructions on how to use them."

"Well, I'm sooooo sorry. Maybe I should ask for my money

back." Hotaru gritted her teeth. "Will one of you just help me get

Setsuna into the apartment. We can't leave her here."

Mamoru brushed past Haruka and Michiru and grabbed Setsuna's

legs, lifting her off the ground. "When we get inside..." He

gasped as he felt Setsuna's weight. What the hell had she been

eating, lately? "....I want an explanation for all this, young

lady." He looked at Hotaru, who stuck her tongue out at him.

The blood red light struck them, and they turned to the east.

Dawn had finally broken over the city of Tokyo.

----o

Elsewhere in the city, the same dawn was watched by another

pair of eyes. VesVes sighed, shaking her head. She remembered

dawns like this in the past. But the past was a jumble of thoughts

and times, many of them diametrically opposing each other, like

lives lived concurrently. Such was the confusing nature of the

existence of an Asteroid Senshi.

Minako thought herself lucky to see anything at all. She

wasn't feeling pain anymore, and she supposed that was a good

thing. After using a handkerchief to try to stop the bleeding

(rather ineffectually) VesVes had spent a good half an hour running

gentle waves of energy through her hand into Minako's grievously

wounded upper belly. At first, VesVes thought she might even be

able to heal Minako's wound if she did this for long enough. The

energy was of such a low-expense level that it more than regenerated

within her than expended. Eventually, after increasing the energy

slowly, VesVes realised that it didn't matter what she did, Minako's

wound was....

Without realising it, she had taken the inner senshi's hand.

She didn't know why she was so concerned for the wellbeing of the

inner senshi. Personally, she couldn't stand the bitches! For a

few fleeting moments, memories of dying alone in a similar manner

entered her mind. She shook them away as she and Minako watched the

sunrise.

"Damn that Jadeite." Minako croaked. "Why in hell did he

have to go after Rei?"

"Because he is stupid?"

"Yeah, I guess you have a point there." Minako chuckled,

then coughed. VesVes sweated slightly, squeezing Minako's hand.

"Take it easy. I've sent a message to my partners. They'll

be here, soon." Not soon enough, she thought.

"Yeah yeah yeah, whatever you say." Minako coughed again,

then looked up at VesVes questioningly. "Hoi, since when have you

been getting all messed up in senshi business, anyway? I thought

we'd dealt with you already."

"That's because I AM a senshi, silly."

"You? A senshi? Since when?"

"Since our boss let us free from the crystals."

Minako coughed again. "And who might your boss be?"

"Naiad-sama. She saved us from our concurrent existences."

"I don't understand any of this."

"Neither do I. That's the problem." VesVes sighed.

"According to her, when we were released of our powers, we all

became two distinct beings.... The normal girls that we became, and

the senshi aspect that returned to the crystal spheres. By

releasing the senshi spirits, we became sailorsenshi."

"So what happened before? When you four were with that dumb

Zirconia person?"

"Well, uh, that was an aberration. She found our crystals

first. Something YOU should have been looking for, by the way. Had

you done so, that whole Amazoness Quartet affair would have been

unnecessary."

"Well, I'm so sorry we aren't perfect. It happened to slip

our minds during an event known as death." Minako coughed again, a

strange expression on her face. "Oh Kami, I'm going to die again,

aren't I?"

"If you keep getting worked up like that, yes, that is a

distinct possibility."

"I don't want to die. Not again, not like this."

VesVes closed her eyes and shuddered.

"Okaasan..." She heard, in her mind. "Okaasan, where are

you? Please, it hurts.... I'm scared, okaasan, where are you?"

She opened her eyes again.

"Stop being stupid. Of COURSE nobody wants to die. It kinda

sucks, okay?" VesVes sneered and turned aside. "I'm surprised I

have to explain such a thing to you."

Minako remained silent, blinking her eyes a couple of times.

Things seemed a little hazy at the moment. She then turned as she

heard a large vehicle, trundling somewhere down the road. VesVes

heard it, too, and turned in the same direction.

An old yellow school bus rose the crest of the hill further

along the road, doing no more than 10mph. The driver, seeing the

pair on the road, brought the vehicle to a dead stop and opened the

doors. She jumped from the driver's seat, through the doorway, and

both Minako and VesVes could see it was an Usagi. But not the kind

either of them had seen before. For a start, her bust size was the

equivalent of Japan's GNP. She also wore a skimpy red costume that

only just managed to wrap around the necessary parts of her body.

Her hair was tied up in a single tail.

"Oh Kami-sama! Its Sailor V, and she's hurt badly!" The

driver ran forward as four other Usagi's piled out of the bus. One

small one dressed in a strange nurse's outfit and cap, another

dressed in a dark red-brown bunny girl like suit with pink skirt,

her hair tied back in an elaborate tail with ribbon. A third with

her hair held back in a headband, dressed like a sorceress with

flowing cape and the last like a witch, with skimpy red costume

and wide-brimmed red and black witch's hat. She even carried a

broom over her shoulder.

They all came forward as the busty one knelt down beside

Minako, much to the two senshis' continuing disorientation. The

pair were still wondering how she managed to run to them without

committing serious injury to herself.

"Ooohhh... How did this happen, Sailor V?"

"Anoooo..." VesVes mumbled. "Who are you? Where did you

come from?"

"Ah, yes." The busty one scratched her head. "We sorta

came from up there." She pointed up at the dimensional breach.

"Dunno what happened, we were on the edge of a big bang and ended

up down here, a few miles that way." She pointed back down the

road. "The name's Shiranui Maisagi, by the way."

"Figures." Minako muttered under her breath.

Maisagi turned to her companions. "Hey, nursegirl, your

powers capable of doing anything about this?"

"That's Nurse Angel Usagika to you."

"Yeah yeah, whatever."

The Nurse Angel wandered over to Minako's side and looked at

her wound as VesVes pulled the bloodied handkerchief away, screwing

up her face. "It's pretty bad." She said flatly.

"I can SEE that." Minako coughed. VesVes and Maisagi

sweatdropped.

"Yeah, well, just thought you'd like to know. No need to get

all defensive about it." The Nurse Angel fell to her knees and

placed a hand over Minako's wound, concentrating. After several

moments, she frowned, gritting her teeth.

"Blast." She cursed. "There's nothing I can do."

"What?" Maisagi looked at her. "You healed all of us when we

hit the ground back there." She gestured. "Saint Moon here was

pretty badly hurt when she hit that railing."

"Yes, but that wasn't a wound caused by magic."

VesVes looked at Usagika. "What do you mean, caused by

magic?" The Nurse Angel sighed and shook her head.

"Whatever did this used a form of elemental energy to tear

through the flesh. That energy is, temporarily, preventing healing

from occuring. Not that, with a wound like that, it is likely to

heal without a full-scale operation."

"Maybe our magic will work on her." The sorceress said,

pointing to both herself and the witch.

"I hardly think your powers will. The both of you have highly

destructive or exploder energies. You'll more likely blow her to

ratshit." Maisagi sighed.

"Just an idea." The sorceress turned and shifted on her feet,

sulking. "You remind me of an old acquaintance of mine. Its a good

thing you don't laugh as much."

"Well, I guess there is nothing to do but take her to a place

where she can be looked after." Maisagi looked at the sorceress.

"Lina, can you remove some seats from the bus?"

"BURST RONDO!"

KABLAM.

Maisagi sweatdropped as several seats exploded through the

roof of the bus. "That's... uhh.. fine Lina. That'll be enough.

Sae, Meimi, can you get some of that camping gear and lay it down

in the space where the seats used to be?"

"Okay." They said, and piled back into the bus, putting out

the small fire created by Lina's spell as the sorceress blew on her

finger to put out the glove, looking rather pleased with herself.

"Waitaminute..." VesVes took Maisagi by the arm. "My friends

are coming... They'll know what to do to help Venus."

Nurse Angel Usagika shook her head. "I'm afraid not. Until

the magic wears off, the only person who can cure Sailor V through

magic is the person who injured her in the first place."

"And that isn't very likely to happen... Sailorvesta, isn't

it?" Maisagi looked questioningly at the redhead. "One of those

loopy Asteroid Senshi we kept being warned about."

"Who... who warned you?"

"Hmm.... Dunno. Just heard lots of stories about you and

your partners." Maisagi shrugged.

"But.... Who in hell...?" VesVes stammered.

Both Maisagi and Usagika seemed disinterested as Sae leaned

out of the bus. "Everything's ready. We even aired the smoke from

the bus." Sae sniffed the air. "Actually, its pretty bad out here.

What's been going on? Do you normally have bonfires like this in

your world?" Sae pointed to the multiple rising columns of smoke

nearby and across town.

"We don't have time for that, Sae." Maisagi gestured. "Get

us something to carry her onto the bus. It might be bad if we move

her too much."

Great, thought Minako. My life's in the hands of a pack of

psychotic Usagis. I'll be lucky to see breakfast.

----o

HOMEWORLD - SLEEPING ARMY

She sighed as she wandered through the dark passages of

wherever it was she had found herself, wondering if life could get

any worse than it did, right at this moment.

She'd woken up to find herself, lying naked, in a cold room of

stone and marble. She'd spent the first ten minutes looking for the

central heating, and the next ten for clothes. All she could find,

after wandering in and out of small rooms that lined the passages

were a couple of loose shawls and cloaks.

She looked a pathetic figure in them, too. After having gone

through what she had, one could expect her to be somewhat worse for

the wear. If only she could accept what she'd been through as real.

The passageway she'd been following ended, like many before

it. Unlike the others, however, this one ended with a large set of

doors, made of iron and jet. She bit her lower lip and touched the

handle on the right-hand door. There was a soft chiming, and she

stepped back in surprise as the doors opened automatically.

The room beyond was brighter than the passageway, and she had

to cover her eyes for several seconds. When she finally managed to

see something, her heart skipped a few beats.

The room was more like a cavern. It was HUGE. And all

through it lay row upon row, stacked like produce from a factory,

the naked bodies of women and men. Millions of them.

Red lights shone from the ceiling at the silent horde, giving

the room a sinister appearance. Slowly, she stepped into the

cavern, looking from side to side to see if anyone AWAKE was waiting

for her. There was nobody.

She wandered into the nearest row, looking at the closest

figures. Locked away in strange crystal caskets, they looked like

perfectly preserved corpses, for none of them were breathing. But

somehow, she knew they were alive. Alive, and ready to be released

upon the universe once more.

She shook her head, the information overload almost rejected

by her tortured mind. She knew this to be impossible. There could

be no place like this on Earth. So where was she?

Slowly, she sank to the floor, sitting hunched and cross-

legged. She listened quietly for any sound. There were none, save

for the gentle hush of what had to be a kind of air filtering

system, or air conditioning. Right now, she couldn't care if all

these people suddenly woke and asked a lot of difficult questions.

She was too tired to give a stuff.

The silence and the dim light was beautiful to her tired body,

and slowly she found herself nodding off. Until she heard the

footsteps. Suddenly, she was alert. She stood again.

"I sense the presence of someone who should not be here." She

heard the voice from some distance away, and fell against one of the

caskets to still herself. "Find her. She may be an agent of my

enemy."

"Yes, your most GRACIOUS majesty." Said another voice.

"And do it without the sarcasm." The first voice retorted.

She began to hyperventilate, looking around in panic. Not

knowing where she was and why she was here did present something of

a problem when it came to running for one's life....

She slowly began to back herself towards the doorway to the

darkened passage, trying not to make too much noise, when a figure

bounded from high above, landing between her and her escape hatch.

It was a woman.... No, more like a man dressed like a woman.

Or a woman who had made a concerted effort to look slightly

masculine in a feminine kind of way. Whatever the case, the first

thing that ran through her mind when seeing the individual's taste

in clothing was how remarkably similar it looked like S&M Bondage

gear....

"So, here you are." He/she/it said. She shivered for a few

moments, then promptly fainted.

Another two figures bounded into the row, staring down at her.

The taller one shaking his/her head.

"That was rather unsporting, Starfighter. Scaring her like

that." Starfighter looked at Starmaker a moment, shrugging.

"Well, you heard what her nibs said. Find the intruder."

"So who is she?" Starhealer put her hands behind her head,

looking away with obvious disinterest.

"I didn't have an opportunity to find that out, did I? She

just went plonk onto the floor as soon as I got here."

"Another question, how DID she get in here? Only a few people

are able to open up the chamber... Those with the powers of a

Monarch." Starmaker scratched her head. "You don't suppose she..."

"No, she's not." They turned to see Sentinel standing further

along the row. "Although she does contain great powers within her,

they are not intrinsically hers."

"And how would you know, bedboy? You can see them, can you?"

Starhealer huffed and stepped away from his presence.

"Actually, yes, I can. Strange waves, too. Extremely

disturbing. Maybe Galaxia was right, she is an agent of her enemy."

"In which case, all power to her." Starmaker sneered.

"That'll be enough from you two." Starfighter shook her head.

She then turned to Sentinel. "I'm sorry. But the girl appeared

frightened and disoriented. By the looks of things, she does not

know why she is here."

Sentinel nodded and stepped past Starmaker and Starhealer,

kneeling down before the unconcious form, touching her forehead

gently.

"Her name is... Kikotsuka Aoi... She is a native of the

planet Earth."

"Earth?" The Starlights looked at him.

"Yes, that is what I said."

"The home of...." Starfighter bit her lip.

"Indeed. The Princess Serenity." Sentinel concentrated once

more. "She doesn't know how she got here. She doesn't even know

where she is. She is even having questions about her own identity.

She believes she is the reincarnation of a Miko of Earth, who goes

by the name of Naiad Keth Drutein." He pondered for a moment. "I

have heard that name before...."

"The Witch of the Mind?" Starhealer muttered. Sentinel

turned to her.

"Yes, that's her." He turned back to Aoi. "But she is not

her, either."

"Well who the hell is she? Hekiru Shiina?" Starhealer

sniffed. "She's gotta be someone, for Kakyuu's sake."

"That's enough, Starhealer." Starfighter sighed. She looked

at Sentinel, who had stood. "What do we do with her?"

"Place her in the transport. One of you keep an eye on her

for now. From what I've been able to gather from her mind, she is

not a threat. Currently. Whether she remains that way is up to

circumstance."

----o

MILLENIA - THE MIND

I smile at the distress of the young woman whom I find before

me. I ask myself why I know her and do not receive an immediate

answer. She is beautiful, in a way. Elegant, poised and so very

alive. Yet these are not merely reflections on her current state.

These are memories of someone I know oh so very well, and I want to

know why.

I wander around the girl, who appears confused about her

identity, as well as my own. She calls herself by names such as

Osaka Naru and Tranquility Khurishnaan. And in her mind, this is

who she is, two different aspects to the same person, borne from

very different and equally interesting lives. I wish to look

further into her mind, yet I am not so brave. For within that mind

is the answer to my query as to why I know her.

For a few moments, I consider killing her to prevent the

revelation of that memory, but emotions swirl within me, sickening

me at the thought. Whatever time it is that we have shared

together, the feelings were strong, close. Perhaps too close for

me to accept readily. And the same goes for her, for she finds my

presence frightening, and not just for the reasons that most find.

I stroke her face, touching an innocent who has not seen, or

tasted the spoils of eternity. Unsullied by time, yet not without

the kinds of sadnesses I have known. I wish to embrace her, but I

do not. That would mean acknowledging feelings for her, and I hate

those that I get close to. With a passion.

I ask her about this Naiad Keth Drutein that she initially

thought was me. I am fascinated by the details of this particular

girl's life. A Miko of the Silver Millenium, in the Moon Kingdom of

Sol. She tells me all that she knows of her, and of what has been

happening on the capital planet of that system. It leaves me

simultaneously aghast and overjoyed to hear the chaos that has

ensued there. By the nature of my very position, I should do

something about this.

But then, I may merely make things worse. That concept is one

I feel a certain... Attraction to.

And then she mentions the physical fusing... Of herself, of

this Naiad Keth Drutein, and of another who goes by the name of

Mizuno Ami, to the element of water. When I probe her on her

elemental bias, she denies that she has anything to do with water.

And she is more or less correct. Her strongest elemental connection

is to earth. So I wonder aloud as to the purposes of this fusion,

and she replies that it was as much a mistake, a huge blunder, on the

parts of both herself and of the Mizuno girl.

And then she tells me that we have not yet unfused ourselves

with the element, and that something very strange has happened with

the Mizuno girl. Someone who had been a friend, but was acting in

an insane manner, playing with past life memories as if they were

there for her pleasure. I looked into her mind and saw a vision of

this Mizuno Ami.

Miste Kiele. Damn that monster!

----o

TOKYO - A ROAD LEADING INTO TOWN

Minako lay predominantly on top of the bedding her newfound

compatriots had set out for her. The bedding was wrapped around

her, as much an effort to halt the now gentle bleeding as to keep

her warm. VesVes could tell she was fading. Minako's occasionally

dazed expression was getting hazier by the moment.

"Okaasan..." Said the 13 year old girl, who lay dying within

the citadel of the Palace. She had seen her mother only moments

before, when she was struck by a monster who had come from nowhere.

The girl's body had been ripped open, and she was trying to hold in

her bodily organs with her hands. The monster was gone, trying to

escape the attacks of another.

"Okaasan... It hurts, please, help me okaasan." She turned

her confused head from side to side where she lay. For a moment,

she thought she saw her mother's beautiful red locks, standing over

her. She reached up with a blood-soaked hand, and then....

Nothing. VesVes shook herself a moment. She'd sat beside

Minako when they'd managed to carry her into the bus. Not an easy

task when one is trying to avoid causing further tissue and organ

damage. Strange, these feelings she was getting. But then, she

knew she should have expected it.... A senshi was dying, and they

would all feel it within. The loss of a part of themselves.

She reached out and felt for Mars, and Mercury, at that. But

their senshi signatures were still tactile. They were still alive,

but for how much longer? They were both weakening....

The bus came to a sudden halt, and VesVes fell forward, trying

not to squash Minako as Meimi fell on top of her.

"Hoi, careful!" VesVes managed to pick herself up as Meimi

apologised, getting up and staring out of the windows. In fact, all

the Usagi's were staring out of the windows. VesVes heard the door

open as Maisagi stood from the driver's seat, staring down at the

armed soldiers who had blocked the road.

"Can I help you gentlemen?" She leaned forward, showing as

much of her ample cleavage to the three young soldiers who stood,

guns poised, their gaze varying between her chest and their

commanding officer.

"Uh, we're with the National Front. We have taken control of

this district in the name of the Crown Prince.... Uh... Emperor...

Uh... Whatever. We have the right to... Uh, enter your vehicle

and inspect it."

"Well, you're welcome to do that, honey, just as long as the

wounded innocents we are carrying don't die during your nice liddle

widdle inspection."

The soldier who had been doing the talking looked back at his

Commander, trying to get some guidance. The Commander put a hand to

his face, shaking his head sadly.

"Marakade, just shoot the dumb bitches. Nobody is allowed

within inner Tokyo unless they are a member of the National Front."

"Is that so?" Maisagi looked at the Commander. "Lina?"

"DIGGER BOLT!"

Before they knew what was happening, all four members of the

National Front were swimming in Tokyo Bay. Maisagi sniffed and

looked back at her companions. "Sorry about that. Looks like all

the loops have decided to crawl out of the woodwork now the city is

in a state of disarray."

She sat back in the driver's seat, closed the doors, and ran

the bus through the flimsily-made roadblock. Something that felt

remarkably cathartic to Maisagi.

----o

TOKYO - SETSUNA'S APARTMENT

"Well, that's the best we can do, until we get her some proper

medical help."

Michiru sat beside Setsuna's bed on a small stool, dropping

bloodied swabs into a small bucket at her feet with much distaste.

"Any brilliant ideas from you good people as to how we are going to

achieve this great feat?" She looked across the small assembled

group from left to right... Haruka, Mamoru, Chibiusa, Hotaru and

that drunken, black-haired Usagi who was holding the cats in a

rather cruel fashion, much to their distaste. "Hotaru?"

"What?"

"You managed to transport us back here. How about to the

local hospital?"

"Is it still standing?"

"How should I know? Unless we go, we aren't going to find

out. And until we do something with Setsuna, we're flying blind in

a LOT of areas...." Michiru shivered. "I don't like everything she

does or the attitude with which she does them, but I feel kind of

defenceless with her in this state."

"You don't honestly think being with or without Setsuna is

going to matter, do you?" Haruka snorted. "There were times when I

honestly believed she was working against us."

"You're wrong! Puu would never do that!" Chibiusa snarled in

Haruka's direction, holding up a fist. "Don't I ever hear you

talking about her that way again!"

"Why not? It WAS her who fired the killing blow at Usa...."

Mamoru's ears picked up. He stared at Haruka, then Chibiusa.

Haruka looked aside at him, nervously. Michiru and Hotaru had

flinched, trying their best not to look in Mamoru's direction.

Haruka cleared her throat.

"Whatever the case, I have never truly trusted her. I've

relied upon her, yes. She is one of us, and I suppose that's all

well and good. But someone who knows the future can... manipulate

people and situations...." Haruka coughed and looked away.

I'AS-FU OUAHA FIWOUSSU....

Mamoru shuddered. what the hell was that just now? Did

Haruka just say that Setsuna.... Surely not. His head felt sore as

he rubbed his eyes, then stared at Setsuna, blankly.

I'AS-FU OUAHA FIWOUSSU....

Chibiusa silently muttered, turning away. "I know that,

but..."

"But nothing." Haruka huffed, obviously annoyed. "What's

wrong, Small Lady? Getting all high and mighty now you're in THAT

body?"

Mamoru slapped Haruka, much to everyones' surprise, especially

his own. Haruka held her face, staring at him.

"That... That'll be enough of that. We don't need arguments

now." He crossed his arms. "Right at this moment, the City is

descending upon our world, slowly but surely. I'd hate to think

what would happen if something that is completely native to that

dimension, carrying with it the rules and laws of the said dimension,

touched down upon something equally as solid in this one."

He allowed that to sink in for a bit. "Whilst we were able to

enter its universe, we were but small packets of this one, not

really capable of disrupting those physical laws by which the other

operates. But the Eternal City is, as its name implies, eternal."

GOU HOU JIOUA GOU HOU J'PAESTU....

"That's impossible, though. Nothing goes on forever."

Michiru frowned at him, placing her hands across her lap. She

looked at Hotaru for a few moments, still dressed in the dark green

minidress that she supposed represented the powers of Pluto, and

wondered how Hotaru achieved the feat of changing over....

Change. Maybe it would be possible for her to do the same

with Haruka?

EZENIEL PARAS G'PLEN... N'PTIUN SES UREI-NASU

"It is if you have a universe whose fringes overlap and fold

back on themselves. That is one of the laws that are incompatible

with this one. Once the City touches down, both dimensions will try

to merge..."

GOU HOU JIOUA GOU HOU J'PAESTU....

"...And they won't be able to." Hotaru finished, flatly. She

rubbed her chin, thoughtfully. "An interesting prospect. Pity none

of us will live as witnesses." She chuckled mirthlessly. "I

wondered why the tinge of the air was different.... It already has

contact with the City, and therefore that dimension."

"I thought that was the smoke from the fires causing that."

Haruka frowned at Hotaru.

"Hardly. You're watching matter in this universe already

being stressed to breaking point. The smoke isn't making it any

better... Literally tons of material rising into the atmosphere,

coming into contact with the city and the breach...." She paused.

"Every particle, every speck of dust.... But it is not enough to

upset things. We were not enough to upset things. But an entire

world?"

"What about me?" Mamoru's ex Chief Executive, Katsuragi Usato

looked at them after putting the cats down. "I come from that

dimension, myself. Why haven't things started to go kooky around

me?"

"Umm..." Mamoru looked around, nervously. "That's becuase

you are actually fifty percent Usagi. The real Usagi, I mean. You

contain her genetic makeup."

"And where did you get these genes from if you've spent so

long in that dimension, Mamoru? I thought it took almost all of the

City's powers to swap you with the Resonator? Getting Usagi... even

bits of her, would have stressed it beyond its capacity." Hotaru

looked at him strangely. "And we know it didn't, so how...?"

Mamoru went red-faced for a few moments, muttering something

under his breath that sounded like "I can't talk about it, its too

embarassing".

Haruka was about to say something, when she felt a chill run

through her. Suddenly, both she and Michiru lit up like Christmas

trees. The others took a step back as Haruka fell against the rear

wall of the room, her clothes changing from her motorcycle gear to

a double aqua blue minidress, similar to that of Hotaru. Michiru's

flowing dress changed into a dark blue and yellow piece of the same

ilk. Michiru stared at Haruka for a few moments as her lover picked

herself up from the wall.

"Michiru! What have you DONE?" Michiru said.

"Wh... What the hell... Haruka?" Haruka looked back at

Michiru. "I just... I was just thinking... about what Hotaru

did.... I never meant..."

It was Luna, who was now sitting on the edge of the bed, who

spoke first. "Don't tell me, Michiru, that you have transferred the

powers of Uranus and Neptune?" She stared at Michiru, who looked

back at her strangely.

"What do you mean I did it? She's the one who did it."

Michiru pointed at Haruka. Luna, as well as everyone else looked

back and forth, between them.

"Ano baka." Hotaru put a hand to her face. "They've

transferred everything. Even the minds." She lifted her head.

"Well, at least they got what they both wanted."

"What would THAT be?" Michiru-Haruka shot a glance in

Hotaru's direction. Hotaru returned the favour in a manner that

was, suspiciously, like Setsuna.

"You both managed to get into each others' bodies. I should

have thought that was most obvious."

"You take that back!" Michiru-Haruka stood from the stool,

clenching a fist in Hotaru's direction.

"Really, Haruka. You must learn to quell this anger of yours.

It will do absolutely nothing to help us." Hotaru said haughtily.

The Time Key reappeared in her hand and she turned to the bedroom

window, obviously intent on leaving the discussion there.

"You 14 year old BRAT! Just cos you've got that big, tall

body now, you think you can mouth off to others...." Michiru-Haruka

was about to leap across the room at her, when Haruka-Michiru

grabbed her by the shoulder, shaking her head.

"Don't, Haruka-chan. It's Setsuna talking." Michiru-Haruka

looked at Haruka-Michiru for a moment, then back at Hotaru.

"Are you trying to tell me that pair of idiots have done the

same thing as us?"

"It would appear so, some of the time, anyway."

Mamoru, Chibiusa and Usato looked from one to the other,

trying to work out who exactly was speaking there. Artemis, for

his part, curled up on the bed, resigned to whatever outcome was on

hand, which earned him a claw in the rump from Luna.

"Don't you start nodding off at a time like this."

"Well, what am I supposed to do? Ever since things started,

I've been a passenger all the way." He huffed and dropped his head

onto the bed, placing a paw over his eyes.

"I don't wish to appear alarmist." Said Hotaru-Setsuna

suddenly. "But it would appear that the City is currently the least

of our problems. I would suggest that everyone fall to the floor

lest they be torn to ribbons by flying glass." She turned to them

and smiled. "Pretty please?" She hit the deck very quickly as the

others stared out of the window. In the near distance, a big black

thing was firing a needle-bomb on a portion of Tokyo. There was a

large iridescent green explosion which expanded outwards.

Suffice to say, everyone was on the floor in seconds, except

Michiru-Haruka, who had lain over Setsuna to protect her, as the

shockwave struck the window and blew it in at approximately 300

miles an hour. The entire house shook violently, and made some

worrying creaking noises, but that was that.

Haruka-Michiru was up first, and saw Michiru-Haruka clutching

her side. "HARUKA!" She cried out as the others got to their feet,

to see Haruka-Michiru nearly throttling Michiru-Haruka. "You bloody

IDIOT! That's MY body you're using as a human shield."

"Gomen... But you were the one who switched us round"

Michiru-Haruka said weakly as she pulled a small shard of glass from

her side after Haruka-Michiru sat up, sulking.

"Owie! That hurts...." Michiru-Haruka held a hand over the

wound, which had begun to bleed profusely. Haruka-Michiru stared

aside at her, feeling a little guilty, then picked up some tissues

from the bedtable and placed them against the wound.

"Well well well, looks like condition normal for the members

of the inner circle." They turned to see a young woman with light

blue hair, wearing a light blue and white sailorsenshi fuku standing

in the doorway to Setsuna's bedroom. Her hair was tied up somewhat

severely, with little bola-like spheres hanging on leads all the way

round. Mamoru and Chibiusa recognised her immediately.

"PALA-PALA?"

Pala facefaulted. "Umm, yeah. Well, most of the time. But

right now, I'M THE BISHOUJO SENSHI SAILORPALLAS. IN THE NAME OF

PALLAS, I'M GONNA MAKE YOU LOOK LIKE A PACK OF RIGHT IDIOTS!" She

giggled and put her hands out towards the window wall. "Elimination

Force!" She whispered. The wall shattered into fragments. She

then smiled at them as they stood, goggle-eyed at the destruction.

"Sorry about that. Would you mind inserting yourselves on the floor

again? What I'm about to do has this mild element of danger about

it. Although you could say I'm used to this kind of thing. Did you

know I once met Queen Serenity herself? I said 'Serenity' I said

'you really should pick out your senshi much more carefully, they

might get carried away with some of their powers, and some of them

were really dangerous' and she just looked at me and said I was

right, did you know that? No? Knew it."

Pallas laughed out loud as the others sweatdropped. She then

performed a series of handgestures, mouthing an incantation. An

energy field built up around her. glowing like a blue aura. With a

shout, she threw out first her right hand, then her left. Everyone

scattered as concentrated beams of energy shot out from those hands.

The beams flew across the gap between the window and the

Destroyer, parts of which cut through the floor and the ceiling to

do so.... In seconds, the beams sliced through the huge beast.

Millions of litres of black blood fell upon the area below it, a

veritable flood of gore whose sickly-sweet stench could be smelt

even from the apartment. Then, slowly, the segments of the

Destroyer fell to the ground, silent. Pallas clenched her fist,

striking a dramatic pose.

"HEY, am I COOL or WHAT?" She cackled maniacally, which earnt

her a bop over the head from Sailorjuno, who was standing behind

her. "Ouchie. What was that for?"

"You're getting carried away again."

"Yes, but what was that for?"

Juno sighed and patted her on the shoulder. "Never mind."

She said, softly. Mamoru, who had had enough of this, stood and

ranged up on them threateningly.

"Just what the hell do you two think you're doing here? Why

are you dressed as sailorsenshi?"

Pallas looked hurt. "S'cos we are."

"Eh?" He stared at them. "Since when?" Mamoru put his hands

on his hips.

"Since always." Juno huffed. "I would have thought, of all

people, Endymion, that you would have remembered the Shadow Boxers

of the Senshi."

Mamoru thought about it for a few moments. The term seemed to

be familar to him, for some reason. He found it hard to accept,

however, that these two were senshi.

"I see you don't believe what we say." Juno huffed. "Be that

as it may, you are going to have to trust us. Because, unless we

all evacuate this house within minutes, we are all going to die.

Just on the other side is another one of those things. Now, whilst

I have friends dealing with it, they don't have anywhere near the

sheer mindless arrogance and total irresponsibility of my partner

here..."

"That's Ms Sheer Mindless Arrogance and Total Irresponsibility

to you!" Pallas crossed her arms. "Do something right and see what

happens? You get thugged on."

Juno sighed. "Look, lets just leave. Alright?"

"But how are we going to get Setsuna out of here?" Michiru-

Haruka pointed to Setsuna, who appeared to be stirring. Hotaru-

Setsuna stepped forward.

"I'll have to transport her. By myself, I don't want to try

and cart more than one person with that power again."

"What about Usagi.... She's still lying on the sofa..."

Mamoru stared at Hotaru. Both Juno and Pallas looked at each other

for a moment.

"Usagi? Usagi's lying on the sofa?" Juno scratched her head.

Mamoru turned back to her.

"Yes. You should have seen her on your way through."

"There wasn't anyone on the sofa." Pallas shrugged. "I

suppose she upped and wandered away. After all, Setsuna did bring

her back to life."

"But I thought her soul was off with the birdies, somewhere.

I mean, that's what Setsuna's sister said." Michiru-Haruka helped

both Haruka-Michiru and herself to their feet, looking at the two

new arrivals. "You heard her, Pala... Sailorpallas.. You were

there at the time."

"Yeah, well, maybe she came to and wandered off in confusion.

It happens, you know?" Pallas picked her nose and snorted

disgustingly, much to everyone's distaste. She smiled at the

reaction. People were so easy to play with.

"Can I ask you all one important question?" Mamoru looked

around the room. "Why was she comatose in the first place? I mean,

how did she die? Did she die?"

"Mercury killed her, of course." Pallas blurted out. "It was

an accident. It wasn't supposed to happen. So our boss used her

body to bring Setsuna back to life, then Pluto used her time

powers to bring Usagi back to life. Then, of course, this meant

that our boss had to bring Pluto back to life again, since she

tends to snuff it when she does things like that. Rather amusing

to watch, actually.... Anyone ever seen a person turn into jelly

before?" Pallas licked her lips. "Hmmm... I'll have the lime."

"Who is their boss?" Mamoru looked back at Michiru-Haruka,

ignoring Pallas. "Is it Setsuna's sister? Does she really have a

sister?" Another thought came to him. "And is she really capable

of using Usagi's powers. I thought only those born to such powers

were capable of wielding them..." He stopped and shook his head.

"Whatever the case, we have to find her. She may get hurt, or

killed, out there. We are her senshi. It is our purpose to protect

her."

He couldn't, for the life of him, work out why the others went

into sulking fits at this suggestion, nor why Pallas and Juno burst

into laughter.

----o

Outside the apartment, Usako, Akunatsuka and Aosagi watched as

Makoto and Usashin layed into the massive, dark, armour-skinned

beast that floated ever closer to the building. Aosagi had to keep

hold of Akunatsuka's arm to stop the man from running.

"JUPITER OAK EVOLUTION!" Crackles of energy ran across the

body of the Destroyer. Welts and sores appeared across its skin as

a needle missile flew from the "turrets" that ran along its

underbelly. The missile landed close to half a mile away, and the

trio below felt the heat of the shockwave as it blew through.

"Why is it coming OUR way? Is it deliberately trying to

destroy us?" Akunatsuka shivered. Aosagi turned to him,

emotionlessly.

"That is PRECISELY what it means to do. In its mind, this

city is the Eternal City. It sees no difference between the two."

Aosagi nodded. "We are, to it, the City's defenders. Therefore,

before it can continue its ravage upon the city, it must destroy

the defenders. But I must say, the blasts from their missiles are

more effective than I seem to remember them being."

Aosagi turned from him and watched as Usashin jumped from the

roof of a half-ruined apartment block, crying out something. A

line, a speech, whatever it was... Usashin's powers, based so

heavily on the power of the noble statement, were being channeled

into her sword. It glowed white with energy as the samurai warrior

slashed the sword through the air.

A beam of energy flashed from the sword and struck the

Destroyer. The beast shook, as if in pain... Black blood gushing

out as Usashin landed on its back, then leapt off over the other

side.

"She's wounded it badly, but its still alive." Aosagi bit her

lower lip. Akunatsuka clenched his fist.

"Another attack like that, and it'll be dead for sure."

"Baka! Even Someone with Usashin's abilities can tire. She

is attempting to recover now, on the building over there." Aosagi

pointed. "The Destroyer, however, will not slow in its approach."

Usako looked at the two as they watched the battle take place,

shaking her head. She wondered why everyone was so intent on seeing

the creature destroyed... It was dangerous, of course, but it was

alive, and deserved to live.

"Kill..." She heard the voice in her head. "I must kill.

The collective mind... I must retain my individuality. I must

retain...."

"Wait..." She closed her eyes and concentrated on the voice.

She reached out, knowing it to be the Destroyer instinctively.

The Destroyer paused, pondering over the new voice in its

mind. "Please stop." She clasped her hands together, trying to

open up her mind even further....

----o

"What the hell is THAT?" Mamoru felt the wave of energy

opening up. He staggered forward as he stepped into the loungeroom,

to see if what the Asteroid Senshi had said about Usagi being

missing was true.

"Mamo-chan..." Chibiusa ran forward, having followed him in,

and grabbed hold of his arm, steadying him. "What is happening?"

"Can you feel it, Chibiusa-chan? Can you feel it?"

"Feel what?" Chibiusa stared at him, questioningly. Then her

own face screwed up and she let out a slight yelp. "Yeagh!"

Michiru-Haruka was next in the room, looking dazed as the pair

held onto each other. "What the hell.... That's the power of..."

"...Serenity." Mamoru finished. "And it is coming from

outside." He shook himself from Chibiusa's grasp and staggered

forward. "Usagi... USAKOOOO!"

----o

The Destroyer had paused in its travels as waves of energy

began to emanate from Usako. Peaceful waves. The effect was

astoundingly calming. Both Aosagi and Akunatsuka had stepped

back from her, staring in disbelief. Even Makoto and Usashin

watched, waiting to see what would happen. Makoto gently ran

tiny filaments of energy between her fingers, just in case.

A crescent moon had appeared on Usako's forehead, and she had

risen a few inches off the ground, the air around her stirred by the

energies. Still, she kept her eyes closed, her hands clasped

together as if she were praying.

"You must STOP!"

"M... Must destroy..." The Destroyer's mind seemed confused.

"No! We must CREATE!" Usako's soft, pleading voice could now

only just be heard over the rush of air that was all around her.

Mamoru now stood from the doorway, watching her. Almost instantly,

he knew it wasn't the original Usagi. But the powers that radiated

from her were stronger. They were not quite the warm, protective,

almost motherly powers he had come to associate with Serenity, but a

more active, creative one. One that had a greater ambition, even

with the same level of self-assured calmness.

"DESTROY!" She heard the beast roar into her mind. Tears

fell from her eyes as the beast attempted to move forward, only to

find itself bowled back by the blast of energy from Makoto, who

stood some one hundred metres from them in its direction.

Usako felt ill. A cold sweat ran across her forehead, and she

felt dizziness and nausea taking over. She had opened her mind up

so widely to the beast that its pain transferred to her. She wanted

to shout out to Makoto to stop, so she could again try to establish

concious contact. But another blast against its flesh ended that.

She closed the contact, although her powers were still in force.

She heard it as a whisper, at first, but then it grew. The

same voice she had heard earlier.... The one that was calling out

earnestly.... The one that wanted a reply....

"CREATE!" It said. "Create. Build. Give life to the dream

of the future." Usako now concentrated on this new voice, and she

turned.

She looked up into the sky. The tendrils of the City hung as

if held back, unable to move any further towards the Earth's

surface. She descended to the ground and looked at it for what

seemed longer but was only a few seconds. To Aosagi, Akunatsuka,

Mamoru and others who had joined them outside, it seemed like a

conversation was going on between her and some vague, invisible

person. Then she started running from the yard.

"Hey, wait! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?" Aosagi went in pursuit of

her as Akunatsuka stood still. Both Pallas and Juno stared from the

doorway.

"Where is she going?" Pallas pushed her way past her partner

and leaned over the railing next to Mamoru. "Does she KNOW how bad

things are out there?"

Suddenly, there was a cry, and they turned to see Usashin

leaping from the building she'd used to recover her energies. She

swung her sword down at the beast, landed on its back, then leapt

off again like the first attack.

The Destroyer split in half, thousands of gallons of its black

blood covering the ground below it. Akunatsuka was up onto the

stairs quickly as the blood bowled over the back fence and flowed

past the base of the stairway.

Usashin landed back on the first building from where she'd

made her first attack, and promptly collapsed forward, panting

heavily. "Kami, that takes it right outta you." She got in as

Jupiter landed next to her, helping her to her feet.

Mamoru turned back to the Asteroids. "What's happening? Out

in the streets?"

Pallas turned to Mamoru. "Everyone who is vaguely smart has

scattered to the four winds. That leaves every freak and nutcase

roaming the streets unhindered. On our way here, we bumped into a

group of militarists who saw the breach as some signal from Heaven

to right the world of its wrongs..."

"What did you do about them?"

"Blew them into smithereens, of course. What else would we

do? Sing them a lullabye?" Pallas broke into song, followed by a

wallop over the back of the head from Juno.

"Thanks but no thanks. This really messes things up. Hey

you, Neptune-anus... Whoever you are, tell the scrawny. black-

haired nymph to hold off zapping both herself and Pluto into the

nether regions out in the back of nowhere."

Michiru-Haruka looked at Juno darkly and turned back into the

house. Juno put a hand on Mamoru's shoulder. "Sorry for my

brusqueness, Endymion. It comes from a lifetime of being surrounded

by morons. Well, several lifetimes, to be precise."

He shook her off. "Where are your friends, anyway?"

"Umm... One is off, gallivanting with various other senshi,

who have the grand capacity to try and kill themselves. Venus is

down for the count. Mars is missing in action. And Mercury...

well, she should look up a good shrink or two...."

"What? Have they been hurt?

"Well, I'm quite sure they've managed to mortally wound

themselves." Pallas huffed, still rubbing her head. "At least,

that's what VesVes said in her last communication with CereCere."

"And where is CereCere? What is she doing now?"

"Well, since VesVes is stuck with a busload of Usagis, trying

to get Venus to a hospital before she sheds her mortal coil, she's

run off in pursuit of a guy named Jadeite."

"JADEITE!" Mamoru grabbed Juno's shoulders. "HE'S ALIVE!?!"

Juno shrugged him off, sniffing.

"Course he's alive. He's partly responsible for the problems

we now face."

Mamoru clenched his fists. "He's responsible! He's

responsible for what happened to my Usako!"

Pallas and Juno looked at each other a moment, as if trying to

suppress their laughter. They then turned back to Mamoru and smiled

sweetly, nodding. Chibiusa stared at them dubiously.

Mamoru growled. "I'll have him! He will SUFFER for this."

Michiru-Haruka appeared at the doorway, a slight smile on her

face. "Hey you two, guess what?" The two Asteroid Senshi turned to

her.

"Umm... Saturn has zapped herself and Pluto into the nether

regions out back of nowhere?" Juno raised an eyebrow.

"Yoooouuuu guessed it." Michiru-Haruka snorted as they threw

their hands into the air.

"Ah, bugger it." Pallas leant against the railing as she

watched Jupiter helping Usashin back towards the house, trying to

avoid as much as possible the leftover black goo that was sitting on

the ground. "Everyone can die as far as I'm concerned. They all

seem dead keen on the idea." She laughed. "HAH! DEAD KEEN!

GEDDIT?"

Juno walloped her again.

----o

OUT OF THE BLUE

Naru backed away from the woman who had called herself

Millenia. The woman had broken into a maddened rage for no visibly

apparent reason.

"MISTE KIELE! YOU DARE TO CHALLENGE I? MILLENIA, THE

GREATEST SENSHI TO HAVE EVER LIVED!" Millenia held out her arms and

stared around the chamber, her face alive with anger and amusement.

There was a soft giggling in the background, and her face

twisted. She waved a hand violently through the air, and the

chamber shattered into fragments. Naru almost expected to fall into

another maelstrom again, but this time she found herself on solid...

Uhhh.. Void, for want of a better word.

Before them stood Ami. Only it wasn't Ami. It was an older,

more grizzled version. Miste Kiele, the one-time Senshi of Mercury

in the Silver Millenium. And the mastermind behind the events that

lead to the end of the Millenium's Miko caste.

And she didn't look frightened at all by Millenia's anger.

"Yes, Millenia, I challenge you. So what? You call yourself

the greatest Senshi to have ever lived? Well, I guess you have

lived. More times than anyone else. But I thought that title was

reserved for...."

"GALAXIA?" Millenia cackled insanely. "Ah yes, the almighty

WHORE of the empire. Yes, I do suppose she has SUPPLANTED that

title from ME!" Millenia held out her hands, rolling her fingers in

a manner that suggested impatience. "So, are we going to fight?"

"No." Miste smiled. "I'm going to let you kill me."

That put a stop to Millenia's rage. She stared at Miste like

a spoilt little girl who had been denied something. "Awww, what

for?"

"Because if you don't kill me...." Miste's face screwed up.

"This bitch's mind is going to take over me completely."

Naru watched as Miste's form changed.... Now the figure was

shorter, younger. She even wore the recognisable blue and white

sailorfuku that Naru recognised. "Ami?"

"Can't... Let her take control again. I AM self-control

incarnate. Can't let someone like her run me like that. I'm not

Miste Kiele. I would never do the things she would do." Ami

looked at Millenia for a few moments and smiled as she clutched

her chest. "Sorry, about dragging out the Millenia bit. I'm afraid

you have to... Face what you are... Who you are... And why you,

throughout your lives, have felt the way you do about things..."

Millenia gritted her teeth angrily. "Are you trying to

psychoanalyse me or something?" She cackled. "HA! I am the master

of that. I was the one that made you see yourself for what you

were."

"And in doing so, made me trap you in this world of the mind."

Ami smiled bitterly, an element of Miste returning. her face

changed back again. "So, now you know WHY you have always been such

a miserable, self-obsessed, self-concious, paranoid, neurotic,

obsessive-compulsive, suicidal little SHIT, what are you going to do

about it, eh?" Ami clutched her chest and laughed out loud.

Millenia hyperventilated angrily. Naru shivered as the woman

glowed with a deep blue aura, and backed away from her.

"Die, you freakish little BITCH!" Millenia held out her hands

and set off a blast of energy that struck Ami in the chest. Ami's

cry was cut in mid-breath as her chest tore open. Then the energy

flew back at Millenia, catching the woman unawares.

Millenia cried out in pain and her body began to change shape.

Slowly, Naru could see the distincive form of Naiad replacing the

heavier one of Millenia.

Teetering on her feet, Naiad started to fall back. Naru only

just managed to catch her in time before she hit the... Solid bit

of void that existed below them.

Naiad stared into Naru's eyes dazedly. "Tranqs? Is that you?

She held onto Naru's arm. "What happened just then? What was that?

Was that me?"

Naru didn't know how to answer. It was kind of a quick change

of aspect. Not that she hadn't experienced such rapid changes just

recently.

The world around them reformed into that of the school

gymnasium. Naru and Naiad stared around for a few moments, not

comprehending its meaning. They heard a rasping chuckle from

nearby, and they turned to see the horribly wounded Ami.

She was leaning against the wall, bleeding profusely from her

chest, which had been shattered like the shell of a broken egg.

"Ami...." Naru reached out to the girl.

"No, don't stop me."

"Wh... What?"

"The stupid girl is REALLY going to let herself die." Naiad

spat in contempt. "And everyone would call ME weak for my decision

to suicide...."

"Look at me. Look at how I am dying." Ami snarled between

her teeth, blood running from her mouth. "This is how I was

destined to die... The way Setsuna predicted."

"Predictions I put into her mind." Naiad retorted.

"And therefore, predictions YOU made."

Naiad closed her eyes and turned. "Yes, maybe so. But I'd

prefer not to see them come to true. It would seem that the

decision to die is yours."

"Easy for you to say." Naru stared into Naiad's eyes. "Only

a minute or two ago, you would have been happy to kill her."

"That's because this stupid bitch dragged out one of my former

personalities. One I hope I won't have to endure again." Naiad

tried to sit up, and let out a small gasp of pain. "Ow... Owowow!

What in hell did you DO?"

Ami snickered and coughed. "An old trick you should have

learnt a long time ago. Redirect the energy of another's attack

back at them. However, you received only a fraction of the blast.

I didn't want to miss out on this.... pleasure."

"Fool! You have a job to do. Your dying will help no-one."

"I shall not return to the real world to face this in reality.

You can't make me."

"I won't. You shall die this way. Fool!" Naiad turned away

and closed her eyes. Naru, however, wasn't so easily going to give

up on Ami.

"Ami... please... You can't mean this?"

"I do. I can't live with what I've done."

Naru watched was Ami coughed, blood flying from her mouth.

"This is what Usagi would have done to me. I much prefer it if I do

it to myself, thankyou very much. At least, this way, I can be

absolved of some of my actions during this life."

"This won't... can't solve anything."

"Do you wish to die the way that was predicted for you?"

Naru stared silently for a few moments. Visions of Usagi

thrusting her fingers into her skull, with energy tearing through

her body, came to mind. She shook her head.

"No way am I going to die with you, Ami. I'll face whatever

is coming to me."

Ami shrugged and smiled. "Alright, face it then." Ami looked

aside and smiled as she slid down the wall. "Gomen, Usagi. I'm

sorry... for everything." As soon as she reached the floor, she

slid sideways, falling on her side, and....

....Died.

Naru and Naiad watched as the world around them faded to

black. And they faded with it.

The water in the Mizuno's pool changed.... From clear to a

deep red. The water was now blood.

IASFU OA FWSS IASFU OA FWSS GOO JUA GOO JIPEST

and again

IASFU OA FWSS IASFU OA FWSS GOO JUA GOO JIPEST

END OF PART 15

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Notes

Mou... Hai hai hai hai hai.... Yes, I did refer to the Starlights

as SHE.... But then, its so hard to tell. I tend to think of them

as male when untransformed and female when they're senshi. Just a

personal opinion. Even though Starmaker still looks pretty much

like a guy either way, there is NO way Starhealer can be a guy as a

senshi.... Mind you, you could say that Fish Eye doesn't look like

a guy either. (Pulls hair out in frustration). Anyone confirm this

either way? (Prepares to be inundated with opinion... Wishes).

Next chapter - "Under a Blood Red Sky".... The Youma Usagi makes a

proposal to Jadeite he cannot refuse. Usagi and the Animates

discover the afterlife is not without its problems. Usako reunites

herself with the Eternal City. And Galaxia prepares to give Usagi

the ultimate choice.... Who is to live, and who is to die.

DDFA darkdayforanime@hotmail.com

11th Feb 1998