Still I own nothing. ;.;
Not DIC, not Sailor Moon, not even a Molly animation cell.
Now if you want to send one to me...
~oOo~
The thought seemed almost alien now.
At what point was it that her life had dissolved into constant, but varying and non-stop forms of pain?
Or was that just the meaning of life? Life is suffering and all that.
Was it the day she found the earth frozen in ice? Was it the day she decided that everyone would be better off if she moved entirely to the Dark Kingdom? Was it the first time she saw Nephrite in that bad human disguise?
...
Either way, she was still in the most pain she'd felt in... twenty, maybe twenty five years even. Including the time one of her lungs was ripped out by surprise. At least that time she got better.
When she was a kid, she remembered seeing action movies where the hero would fall through seven or eight glass plates, only to land safely on the ground or something. She'd spend hours obsessing over how they should be dead, and how completely not possible it was.
Now after actually doing it... It was still impossible, and she should be dead.
Of course, the glass wasn't real. Just millennia old wards and charms designed to keep people out. Especially people with out planets after their names. It still hurt just the same. Slamming against fragile barriers with the full weight of her body, only to feel it shatter and give way as she plummeted to the next, never quite knowing when it would end. Always sure that this had to be the last one.
Sitting up would be next on her things to do list. Though it would probably be much easier without the metal bar pressed firmly into her throat.
...Metal bar?
Every part of her body hurt, and her eyes weren't focusing correctly, and she didn't have photographic memory, but she was pretty sure she didn't bring anything metal with her. Especially not something that could get stuck against her throat. And at that angle it had to be... probably a weapon of some sort...
"Is, that you Setsuna?" She could make out a figure, but the Gates of Time were not designed to be well lit, and her eyes still didn't want to help by looking in the right directions. The fact she was so sleepy wasn't helping at all. But a quick little nap wouldn't hurt.
-o-
Why was coffee always bitter? No matter how much milk, cream, sugar, chocolate or whatever you added. Even sitting around the gates that have ultimate control over the flow of time itself, the coffee still came out like some dark ichor of a god that liked watching human beings suffer.
I really can't bring myself to even make eye contact with her. My eyes won't even stop looking at this cup of coffee. For piles and piles of reasons. And not just how much I hate black coffee either.
For one, she's practically a god! And one of the light gods too. I'm just the royalty of a no name parallel reality who had to break in, in the off handed chance she might be able to help with what's going on with Earth. The more I think of it, the stupider the idea sounds. I mean, if Setsuna wanted to stop what ever happening from happening, she would have by now, and no one would be any wiser.
Two, I'm the enemy. It was our people that killed the Silver Millennium, good reason to or not... She can't be too happy about that.
Three, well... Three is silly. I passed out in front of her. Sure I had a small concussion, and couldn't even keep my eyes open, but it's embarrassing to have your first meeting in years start off by going unconscious. "So, how have you been?" a tiny portion of my brain trying to make the most basic of conversations, all while ignoring the murmering hushes coming from every other part.
"I did not believe you would come as soon as you did. The barriers are usually so much stronger."
"Well, I had a lot of help... So you were expecting me?" I didn't expect that at all. Of course, as Yuki said, none of my magic is working either, and I can't even keep the coffee mug from burning my hands. It's not a bad burn, just an unfamilar sensation. Negitive, but I missed in a way. It's nice to know that I'm still human after everything that's happened.
Setsuna just nodded, sipping at the white mug in her hands, looking slightly off into the shadows. Even without noticing my head had started moving, looking around now that the silence was broken. The cot I'm sitting on was set up next to what looked like a simple kitchen. But the off-white counter tiles seem really out of place, especially compared to the swirling nothingness in every other direction. "I had believed that the disaster would not correct itself until sometime in the 30th century, but... Now I'm not sure..."
"Not sure!" That's not right, the person who has ultimate control of time, should probably know what's going on in her own neighborhood. Especially when time travel is involved.
She blushed. The guardian of time can blush? I don't remimber. "I don't know. I try to see what will happen, and I show up and stop me." I think she might have blushed during Usagi's wedding. I was a little... obsessive that day.
"Wait... you can do that? Stop yourself I mean."
"Of course. I have to be able to stop myself from seeing the future and from changing the past. The time stream isn't stable enough to handle that."
Wow, the most powerful person in the universe has limits. Self imposed limits, but limits still. "But you can change the future, and see the past?"
"Anyone can do that, simply by acting or not acting. It's all apart of free will." She actually seems depressed though for some reason.
"Can you tell me what happened to the planet?" She knows which one I'm talking about, we don't have to mince words anymore.
"I can show you. It's easier." And in a flash of light, I simply knew. Every event leading up to the event was shown to me, acted out like a play in my head.
All the theories about alien invaders and supernatural blunders, all wrong. Just a few simple humans, and a few common mistakes. All made worse by Usagi herself, trying to save everyone. The crystal just trying to save 30 or so people who were slated to die.
"Does she..."
"No, the princess doesn't know what she's done. I've tried to convince her to fix it, but..."
"She won't until she knows everyone will be safe..."
The Guardian nods, "And the dream world she's created is so perfect, she can't imagine anyone being any happier."
"Wait a second, what dream world?"
~oOo~
The thought seemed almost alien now.
At what point was it that her life had dissolved into constant, but varying and non-stop forms of pain?
Or was that just the meaning of life? Life is suffering and all that.
Was it the day she found the earth frozen in ice? Was it the day she decided that everyone would be better off if she moved entirely to the Dark Kingdom? Was it the first time she saw Nephrite in that bad human disguise?
...
Either way, she was still in the most pain she'd felt in... twenty, maybe twenty five years even. Including the time one of her lungs was ripped out by surprise. At least that time she got better.
When she was a kid, she remembered seeing action movies where the hero would fall through seven or eight glass plates, only to land safely on the ground or something. She'd spend hours obsessing over how they should be dead, and how completely not possible it was.
Now after actually doing it... It was still impossible, and she should be dead.
Of course, the glass wasn't real. Just millennia old wards and charms designed to keep people out. Especially people with out planets after their names. It still hurt just the same. Slamming against fragile barriers with the full weight of her body, only to feel it shatter and give way as she plummeted to the next, never quite knowing when it would end. Always sure that this had to be the last one.
Sitting up would be next on her things to do list. Though it would probably be much easier without the metal bar pressed firmly into her throat.
...Metal bar?
Every part of her body hurt, and her eyes weren't focusing correctly, and she didn't have photographic memory, but she was pretty sure she didn't bring anything metal with her. Especially not something that could get stuck against her throat. And at that angle it had to be... probably a weapon of some sort...
"Is, that you Setsuna?" She could make out a figure, but the Gates of Time were not designed to be well lit, and her eyes still didn't want to help by looking in the right directions. The fact she was so sleepy wasn't helping at all. But a quick little nap wouldn't hurt.
-o-
Why was coffee always bitter? No matter how much milk, cream, sugar, chocolate or whatever you added. Even sitting around the gates that have ultimate control over the flow of time itself, the coffee still came out like some dark ichor of a god that liked watching human beings suffer.
I really can't bring myself to even make eye contact with her. My eyes won't even stop looking at this cup of coffee. For piles and piles of reasons. And not just how much I hate black coffee either.
For one, she's practically a god! And one of the light gods too. I'm just the royalty of a no name parallel reality who had to break in, in the off handed chance she might be able to help with what's going on with Earth. The more I think of it, the stupider the idea sounds. I mean, if Setsuna wanted to stop what ever happening from happening, she would have by now, and no one would be any wiser.
Two, I'm the enemy. It was our people that killed the Silver Millennium, good reason to or not... She can't be too happy about that.
Three, well... Three is silly. I passed out in front of her. Sure I had a small concussion, and couldn't even keep my eyes open, but it's embarrassing to have your first meeting in years start off by going unconscious. "So, how have you been?" a tiny portion of my brain trying to make the most basic of conversations, all while ignoring the murmering hushes coming from every other part.
"I did not believe you would come as soon as you did. The barriers are usually so much stronger."
"Well, I had a lot of help... So you were expecting me?" I didn't expect that at all. Of course, as Yuki said, none of my magic is working either, and I can't even keep the coffee mug from burning my hands. It's not a bad burn, just an unfamilar sensation. Negitive, but I missed in a way. It's nice to know that I'm still human after everything that's happened.
Setsuna just nodded, sipping at the white mug in her hands, looking slightly off into the shadows. Even without noticing my head had started moving, looking around now that the silence was broken. The cot I'm sitting on was set up next to what looked like a simple kitchen. But the off-white counter tiles seem really out of place, especially compared to the swirling nothingness in every other direction. "I had believed that the disaster would not correct itself until sometime in the 30th century, but... Now I'm not sure..."
"Not sure!" That's not right, the person who has ultimate control of time, should probably know what's going on in her own neighborhood. Especially when time travel is involved.
She blushed. The guardian of time can blush? I don't remimber. "I don't know. I try to see what will happen, and I show up and stop me." I think she might have blushed during Usagi's wedding. I was a little... obsessive that day.
"Wait... you can do that? Stop yourself I mean."
"Of course. I have to be able to stop myself from seeing the future and from changing the past. The time stream isn't stable enough to handle that."
Wow, the most powerful person in the universe has limits. Self imposed limits, but limits still. "But you can change the future, and see the past?"
"Anyone can do that, simply by acting or not acting. It's all apart of free will." She actually seems depressed though for some reason.
"Can you tell me what happened to the planet?" She knows which one I'm talking about, we don't have to mince words anymore.
"I can show you. It's easier." And in a flash of light, I simply knew. Every event leading up to the event was shown to me, acted out like a play in my head.
All the theories about alien invaders and supernatural blunders, all wrong. Just a few simple humans, and a few common mistakes. All made worse by Usagi herself, trying to save everyone. The crystal just trying to save 30 or so people who were slated to die.
"Does she..."
"No, the princess doesn't know what she's done. I've tried to convince her to fix it, but..."
"She won't until she knows everyone will be safe..."
The Guardian nods, "And the dream world she's created is so perfect, she can't imagine anyone being any happier."
"Wait a second, what dream world?"