The world was painfully blurring. Her heart was racing within the fog.
Everything was lost. It was all her fault. Her breath was harsh.
"No more." She whispered, aching all over.
A moan escaped her lips as something collided sharply with her thigh.
"Sailor Moon?"
It was a voice she almost didn't recognize, a voice she wished would let her die in battle. But the voice had fingers that ran along her face. And strong arms that lifted her easily into a sheltering embrace.
"Haka." She softly coughed out, knowing she couldn't just die anymore. Knowing she would be healed by her mother's crystal.
It hurt. What would they say? She just wished she could go.
"Let me go." She whispered. Please.
She heard Haruka's sarcastic laughter and felt the force of a downward leap.
"Not yet."
They were close. She could feel the healing powers strengthening. And warmth.
"Now." Said Haruka.
Chibi Usa could feel her mother's presence.
"I changed my mind." She said impishly.
"I thought you might."
"How's Hotaru?" She had only just thought of her best friend. How selfish!
"I'm alright."
Chibi Usa glanced up to see her friend, scarred slightly but quickly healing.
"Let's go to the library." This suggestion was Hotaru's.
Haruka shifted her grip on Chibi Usa and the three of them entered the palace. Quickly they sped by the tapestries and paintings and furniture, into the library where Ami sat. And Rei. And Makoto. And Michiru. And Setsuna. And Minako. And wherever Minako was. There was Usagi. Looking scared, and angry, and sad, and . something else too. Chibi Usa groaned.
Usagi. She couldn't lie to Usagi. What would she say?
She racked her brain for something, but no answer arose. She felt so much like crying. So useless. Let me go. Please.
"Can I go upstairs?" She asked. Please.
"Why," asked Setsuna more harshly then she meant to.
Chibi Usa gulped.
"To wash off."
Usagi just nodded, not trusting her voice to convey a calm demeanor.
"Thank you."
Haruka let her down, and she tried her best to walk, lady-like, until she got to the steps and ran up to the safety of her bedroom.
"No more." She whispered, aching all over.
A moan escaped her lips as something collided sharply with her thigh.
"Sailor Moon?"
It was a voice she almost didn't recognize, a voice she wished would let her die in battle. But the voice had fingers that ran along her face. And strong arms that lifted her easily into a sheltering embrace.
"Haka." She softly coughed out, knowing she couldn't just die anymore. Knowing she would be healed by her mother's crystal.
It hurt. What would they say? She just wished she could go.
"Let me go." She whispered. Please.
She heard Haruka's sarcastic laughter and felt the force of a downward leap.
"Not yet."
They were close. She could feel the healing powers strengthening. And warmth.
"Now." Said Haruka.
Chibi Usa could feel her mother's presence.
"I changed my mind." She said impishly.
"I thought you might."
"How's Hotaru?" She had only just thought of her best friend. How selfish!
"I'm alright."
Chibi Usa glanced up to see her friend, scarred slightly but quickly healing.
"Let's go to the library." This suggestion was Hotaru's.
Haruka shifted her grip on Chibi Usa and the three of them entered the palace. Quickly they sped by the tapestries and paintings and furniture, into the library where Ami sat. And Rei. And Makoto. And Michiru. And Setsuna. And Minako. And wherever Minako was. There was Usagi. Looking scared, and angry, and sad, and . something else too. Chibi Usa groaned.
Usagi. She couldn't lie to Usagi. What would she say?
She racked her brain for something, but no answer arose. She felt so much like crying. So useless. Let me go. Please.
"Can I go upstairs?" She asked. Please.
"Why," asked Setsuna more harshly then she meant to.
Chibi Usa gulped.
"To wash off."
Usagi just nodded, not trusting her voice to convey a calm demeanor.
"Thank you."
Haruka let her down, and she tried her best to walk, lady-like, until she got to the steps and ran up to the safety of her bedroom.