It sucks, to use the vulgar western term, to be the one in second
place.
I can say this from long experience, years worth of it, in fact. A millennia-worth, if you catch my drift, or know who I am.
I'm sure you've heard of the pretty sailor-suit-wearing soldiers who fight for love and justice in the name of their respective guardian planets. And I'm fairly certain that if you have, you know about the core group of girls who defend our princess. If you know that much, I'm guessing you've heard the descriptions of us as well: the beauty queen, the genius, the amazon, and the bitch. Now let's take a stab at which one I am.
Yes, and I know it. I've got reasons for it. I don't know how the rest of them rationalize their involuntary images (I think Ami personally doesn't mind hers), but mine...Mine is self preservation. I had to find some way to stand out in the group, to stand up against the brilliance of our princess. To show a little individuality. Being a tough bitch was the way it came out, whether or not that was my original intention.
Well, maybe being a bitch goes a long way before that even started. People haven't exactly been kind about my powers. It's just been easier to be hard-hearted at first and then loosen up when I've gotten to know someone. When I met Bunny, it was the opposite. I had to toughen up so that I wasn't lost behind her perfections. After all, how does one compete against a divine figure except by reveling in humanly passions?
But this story isn't about how I got here. I shouldn't even be telling you the why of it, either. For the sake of understanding, I give you the reason I have for being what I am:
Lack of self-confidence.
I can hear the snorts and scoffs from those that know a little more than something about us. How can I be lacking in confidence?
Confidence can be pretended. It's one of the first things I was taught as a warrior: Never let your enemy know your fear. This applies even to emotional and human enemies, not just the monsters I've fought for so long. You may have seen me yelling at Sailor Moon for being a wimp, because she cried or ran from her battles. There wasn't a single time I wasn't scared out of my wits as well. I just hide it well. I hide it by being a bitch.
I can say this from long experience, years worth of it, in fact. A millennia-worth, if you catch my drift, or know who I am.
I'm sure you've heard of the pretty sailor-suit-wearing soldiers who fight for love and justice in the name of their respective guardian planets. And I'm fairly certain that if you have, you know about the core group of girls who defend our princess. If you know that much, I'm guessing you've heard the descriptions of us as well: the beauty queen, the genius, the amazon, and the bitch. Now let's take a stab at which one I am.
Yes, and I know it. I've got reasons for it. I don't know how the rest of them rationalize their involuntary images (I think Ami personally doesn't mind hers), but mine...Mine is self preservation. I had to find some way to stand out in the group, to stand up against the brilliance of our princess. To show a little individuality. Being a tough bitch was the way it came out, whether or not that was my original intention.
Well, maybe being a bitch goes a long way before that even started. People haven't exactly been kind about my powers. It's just been easier to be hard-hearted at first and then loosen up when I've gotten to know someone. When I met Bunny, it was the opposite. I had to toughen up so that I wasn't lost behind her perfections. After all, how does one compete against a divine figure except by reveling in humanly passions?
But this story isn't about how I got here. I shouldn't even be telling you the why of it, either. For the sake of understanding, I give you the reason I have for being what I am:
Lack of self-confidence.
I can hear the snorts and scoffs from those that know a little more than something about us. How can I be lacking in confidence?
Confidence can be pretended. It's one of the first things I was taught as a warrior: Never let your enemy know your fear. This applies even to emotional and human enemies, not just the monsters I've fought for so long. You may have seen me yelling at Sailor Moon for being a wimp, because she cried or ran from her battles. There wasn't a single time I wasn't scared out of my wits as well. I just hide it well. I hide it by being a bitch.