Yes, it's still short, but think of it this way. I got it up, and you will get more updates faster, and the story will be longer!!!

Ok.I just gotta luv the reviews. I finally got chap. 3 written, and uploaded, and I have chappies 4, 5, and 6 done....plus I have chappie 7 almost done! Isn't that great!

Alrite, here's your story! Have fun and remember! I don't own Sailor Moon or Blue Seed!!!

PS....If ne one wants to see something happen in this story, let me know and I will try to work it in.

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'Help these people protect the Kushinada, Princess. It is now your responsibility. Your protectors will awake with no memories of the Sailor Senshi or of you, as that was Murakumo's goal was. Please, she is the only one who can stop the aragami, and with your help she will succeed.' A voice whispered in her head, making the pain worse.

::Who are you?:: she asked telepathically.

'I am the silver crystal's spirit. I am the silver crystal. I am to watch over you, and this was the only way. I am sorry for the pain, but it will only get worse in a few seconds as memories and abilities are given to you, to go with your knew form. I am so sorry my dear princess.'

::Abilities..What..:: She never got to finish her question as she let out scream that was filled with so much pain and hurt that it echoed throughout the park, the animals were there, surrounded the hurting angel, as she laid in a ball, the pain taking over. She screamed again, as the 9 mitamas glowed. As suddenly as it had started, did it end.

She understood now, everything was known to her. She understood who the new enemy was, who or what the Kushinada is, and how to use her new forms power without having to transform as she no longer had any need for it, since the new enemy would not be easily defeated by her alter ego.

She used a bit of the moon's energy to make new clothes and slipped into them. She quickly decided that no one could see the crystal mitamas or they would think her one of the monsters. She had on tight black jeans, and black army boots. Her shirt was a tight belly shirt with a high collar that went up to her chin. It was also black and had ¾ sleeves on it. She had black biker gloves on, which were finger-less.

She made her wings retract into her body, and when she straightened from the pain, she smirked at the moon, and blew it a kiss. She put her now silver hair into a french braid, and covered up her silver crescent moon, which wouldn't go away, with a silver bandana.

Although her clothes seemed normal, they were made out of a very good armor, that was weaved into the shirt, even though the shirt was light. The armor was meant to take any form, and she had decided to make all the clothes out of it. She put on the black trench coat and smiled gently at the girls who would never remember her, and then walked away.