[Author's note: Ahh... My first Sailor Moon fanfic! :D Well, not very
first, but the very first to post on FF.Net Oh yes. So enjoy this one guys.
I hope you like the plot and everything. Uhm, I have more things to say but
I'll type it after the whole fic is over with because it's a major spoiler.
So enjoy, reviewing would be nice considering I didn't get that many
reviews on my Rayearth fanfic. X.x ]
[Contact shtuff: Want to comment, suggest, criticize? Email me at Usaako13@hotmail.com]
[Copy write shtuff: NO-Kiwi Kitsune does NOT own Sailor Moon ^______- ]
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--=[[REDEMPTiON]]=--
--=Introduction=--
Mamoru Chiba sighed running his hands through his black bangs. Something has been going on lately and he wasn't quite sure what. All he knew that it was bad and he needed to keep Usagi and the senshi safe from any harm. Which was of course his job right from the beginning. He was always proud of his tuxedo and mask wearing persona. But not now, he was too worried. It was times lie these that he wished he never was selected to be the future King of the Moon. Especially when school was getting more tough. Sometimes he would hit himself for thinking that, for wanting to throw away his distinctive life. But it was true, and he knew the other senshi thought about it all the time. He even heard them talking about it once.
And then that's when he heard it. There was a nose at the window, as if someone was trying to catch his attention, or maybe even break in. He furrowed his eyebrows lifting himself from the black couch that he was resting in. He walked slowly over to the window grabbing onto the cane he used as a weapon when he was transformed into Tuxedo Kamen. He gripped it tightly making his way closer, closer to the window and tapping. He growled softly, the tapping stopped. It must have heard him... With one quick act he swung the blinds open and thrusted the cane into the window.
All he heard was a shatter... nothing more. He blinked and took a step back in trepidation. He walked over to the window and stuck his head out. There was nothing, but blaring lights and cars rushing by, people trying to get home before dinner or trying to get into the latest club. He sighed wiping his forehead looking around to see if a tree might have whacked against the window. He nodded and chuckled at himself for being so frightened, of course it was the tree! But the odd thing was, there wasn't any wind... at all.
Rolling his eyes, realizing that it was probably his imagination to keep from dying of boredom, he placed his cane back against the wall. As quick as lightning he saw a flash of darkness. He narrowed his eyes. "Who's here?!" He demanded.
He heard nothing.
And then he saw it again... but this time, it was closer. Closer than anyone had ever been next to him before. It was inside him, flowing through his whole body. He yelled out in pain as he fell to the ground clutching his chest. He could feel it burning as it made it's way up to his chest, to his head and finally to his brain. He couldn't take it anymore, he dropped to the ground drained. Something new was growing inside of him, he could feel it. He felt so much energy increasing in his body. He slowly opened his eyes, they were no longer the soft, sky blue but a deep dark black as he pushed himself off the floor and to his feet. Not only did he feel excess energy... but hatred.
[Contact shtuff: Want to comment, suggest, criticize? Email me at Usaako13@hotmail.com]
[Copy write shtuff: NO-Kiwi Kitsune does NOT own Sailor Moon ^______- ]
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--=[[REDEMPTiON]]=--
--=Introduction=--
Mamoru Chiba sighed running his hands through his black bangs. Something has been going on lately and he wasn't quite sure what. All he knew that it was bad and he needed to keep Usagi and the senshi safe from any harm. Which was of course his job right from the beginning. He was always proud of his tuxedo and mask wearing persona. But not now, he was too worried. It was times lie these that he wished he never was selected to be the future King of the Moon. Especially when school was getting more tough. Sometimes he would hit himself for thinking that, for wanting to throw away his distinctive life. But it was true, and he knew the other senshi thought about it all the time. He even heard them talking about it once.
And then that's when he heard it. There was a nose at the window, as if someone was trying to catch his attention, or maybe even break in. He furrowed his eyebrows lifting himself from the black couch that he was resting in. He walked slowly over to the window grabbing onto the cane he used as a weapon when he was transformed into Tuxedo Kamen. He gripped it tightly making his way closer, closer to the window and tapping. He growled softly, the tapping stopped. It must have heard him... With one quick act he swung the blinds open and thrusted the cane into the window.
All he heard was a shatter... nothing more. He blinked and took a step back in trepidation. He walked over to the window and stuck his head out. There was nothing, but blaring lights and cars rushing by, people trying to get home before dinner or trying to get into the latest club. He sighed wiping his forehead looking around to see if a tree might have whacked against the window. He nodded and chuckled at himself for being so frightened, of course it was the tree! But the odd thing was, there wasn't any wind... at all.
Rolling his eyes, realizing that it was probably his imagination to keep from dying of boredom, he placed his cane back against the wall. As quick as lightning he saw a flash of darkness. He narrowed his eyes. "Who's here?!" He demanded.
He heard nothing.
And then he saw it again... but this time, it was closer. Closer than anyone had ever been next to him before. It was inside him, flowing through his whole body. He yelled out in pain as he fell to the ground clutching his chest. He could feel it burning as it made it's way up to his chest, to his head and finally to his brain. He couldn't take it anymore, he dropped to the ground drained. Something new was growing inside of him, he could feel it. He felt so much energy increasing in his body. He slowly opened his eyes, they were no longer the soft, sky blue but a deep dark black as he pushed himself off the floor and to his feet. Not only did he feel excess energy... but hatred.