Sailor Moon
"Reflections of a Red Rose"
Rated: PG-13
By: NeoMoon
Chapter: Twenty-Five
Lighting creased the night sky, as the wind cool soft hollowed as if in pain. Usa stared out
into it; her eyes fixed the beautiful dance of light and shadows that played over the city.
Taking a final drag of her cigarette, she turned and walked back into the apartment, letting the
half finished cigarette fall of the balcony, never knowing that it was caught just a few floors
below.
Usagi's mouth opened and closed as she tried to breath, her eyes darting between the woman that
stood in front of her and the heavy sword in her hands. Finally she breathed. "No!" Her scream
was primal, as her hand flexed around the sword tightening, then loosing, letting the sword fall;
it vanished before it ever hit the ground.
"What's wrong child?" The woman asked, the obvious sincerity of her question sending Usagi
closer and closer to a darkness she had never seen. "Child?" The woman stepped forward; the
sound of her heels, of the too loud music all drowned out in Usagi's ears all she could hear was
a thumbing.
The woman extended her hand, her green eyes filled with uncertainty over what she was seeing.
Usagi screamed again, her voice was loud and hoarse, but savage none the less, she looked at the
woman, at the circle of people starting to come around them, she felt so afraid, so angry, so . .
. trapped.
Light spun around her, people began to scream. Why where they screaming? The music stopped, she
could see people running for the exits, only the woman remained still her red hair flying around
her, in a heavy wind that Usagi couldn't feel.
The light grew around her. What was happening? She tried to scream tried to something, but she
couldn't she was frozen in place, all she could do was watch as the pair of beautiful green eyes
slowly turning from uncertainty to fear. What was going on?!
A loud noise entered her ears like a creak of thunder only louder, as if she was standing right
next to it, a moment later Usagi's whole world turned a blinding white.
Rei watched slightly as small black lines started to creak the walls of her core, she fell back
onto the large bed that was the only feature of the place. "Oh god what's happening." She
whispered, as her eye started to well with tears, as she watched the walls slowly crumble away,
deep inside she knew she couldn't escape this. She was going to die.
Ami looked out of the small window of the train as it moved almost slightly in the night,
watching the display of lights far in the distance, a shiver running through her as she watched.
Haruka took a drag of the cigarette, and coughed as she breathed in the smoke. "It's here." She
whispered as she watched the lighting dancing over the city, she turned, walking back into the
dimly light apartment right under Mamoru's, ignoring the crumbled body that lay at the door's
edge as she made her way out of the apartment, her feet moving slightly over the blood soaked
carpet.
She stood in front of his door, looking at the blackened oak, as if it were that mattered, she
breathed in deeply, and raised her foot, she had to door this, it was the only way. "Forgive me,
Micheru." She whispered as she kicked the door open and slowly waked into Mamoru's apartment.
"Please forgive the entrance." She said with a cocky smile as the three people in the room
stood. Her eyes focused on Mamoru. "Go to your wife." She said in a low, commanding voice.
Mamoru didn't answer; he just stood there his gray eyes seeming to look right past her. "Damn it
go!" She snarled, running up to him and grabbing his shirt.
"Let him go!"
Haruka's eyes darted toward the young pinked haired girl, growing wide as she eyed the long spear
she held in her hands. "How did . . ."
Usa's lips curled back into a smile that sent a shiver down Haruka's spine. "Let him go." She
said in a voice that was too soft.
Haruka smiled in return, and pushed Mamoru away from her, turning to give the young girl her full
attention. "Or what, you'll kill me. You can't I know you Usa; you're to weak."
The girl's smile grew as she flicked her hand sending the spear in an ark toward Haruka.
Haruka fell to the floor clutching her stomach. She looked down, blood ran over her hand. She
looked back up at Usa and almost gasped.
She had transformed in all but a second, Haruka didn't even feel it happen, but it was different,
the bright pink was gone replaced by black. On the girl's head the natural golden crescent moon
of her heritage was mirrored by another below it, black and reversed. "No." Haruka whispered as
she stood.
Outside the night disappeared in loud creak of thunder and a blinding white light.
Usa's smile grew as she watched Haruka's eyes widen in fear. "What, do you not like the look?"
She laughed, stepping back a few stapes and raising her arms. "I think it suits me, don't you?"
Haruka stood her eyes never leaving Usa; she staggered a step then regained herself. "You're not
Usa." She hissed.
The girl laughed again, her spear still pointed at Haruka. "Of course I am, but I'm so much more
as well." The girl's smile faded away, her red eyes turned hard and icy. "And I will kill you,
if I have to."
Haruka flexed her hand the familiar weight of her blade settled into place. She smiled. "No,
you can't your just like your mother, you can't."
Usa's smile grew even wider, her eyes narrowing. "But my dear Haruka, after I returned home last
time, it wasn't that trained me." The girl's smile faded a little. "As usual she placed me in
someone else's care. In other words dear, dear Haruka, you trained me."
"That means nothing, even Serenity herself couldn't bring herself to kill its not in royal
family's blood."
Usa shook her head, and pointed toward the twin crescent moons on her forehead. "Wrong again I'm
afraid. You see not only did you teach me that sacrifices are a necessity in war, you also
taught me to embrace something." She tapped the black crescent moon. "The master before you was
a good teacher as well."
No. Haruka thought. It's not possible, I was told about it, but . . . She shook her head
clearing away her thoughts her doubts. She had a mission to complete; she had to take Mamoru to
Lillith, no matter what. Haruka lunged forward.
The light was blinding, Ami barely closed her eyes before it overtook the train, but still even
closed she could see it, finally it passed.
Ami opened her eyes and looked at the window toward the city, it was completely dark, only a
second ago she could see the small dots of lights that told her she was approaching the city, now
though there was nothing but darkness.
The train shook, Ami gripped her set hard as the train twisted and bucked under her. What was
going on? What was . . .
"Everyone, stay calm!" Yelled the panicked conductor of the com system. "Please remain . . ."
The intercom fizzed out as the train rocked, and bucked. Ami was thrown from her seat hitting
the ground hard; she could feel the warmth of her blood rolling slowly from her temple.
The lights of the train flickered, as the train groaned under the stress of being thrown around.
Earthquake. Ami thought just before the train was thrown from its tracks and rolled down the
mountainside it was passing. The last thing Ami saw before darkness took her was the limp body
of a child flying toward her.
Makoto fell onto the bed of her prison room as the world around her shook. She closed her eyes,
doing her best to ignore the sounds of shattering glass, and the feeling that the floor was all
but liquid.
Haruka gasped as she felt the sharp metal of the spear pierce her stomach, she fell limply
against it, gasping again as the spear was removed, ripping her organs even more as it left her
body, letting her fall limply to the floor. Something was choking her, she tried to cough but it
felt so hard as if she was swallowing too much water. She struggled to move her eyes, a faint
smile coming to her quickly paling face as she watched the room being engulfed by light, and the
sounds of Mamoru and the two girls screams. The earth shook around her. "It's the end." She
whispered weakly. Her vision started to cloud; even the bright light was slowly being taken over
by darkness. She was dying. No! No! It's not right! I don't want to die!
Darkness, everything was silent.
The light cleared away, the rumbling was gone, Minako was gone, the woman was gone, the nightclub
was gone. Usagi stepped forward, her legs feeling so unfamiliar to her as she walked. She
didn't care that they were gone, she didn't care that the city around her rang with sirens, that
the street around her was creaked and broken, and smelled of charred meat, she just didn't care,
she just felt so damn cold.
She looked around at the destruction around her, at the twisted burnt bodies that seem to be
piled on top of each other; she just couldn't bring herself to care about.
Slowly with legs that felt so unfamiliar Usagi walked into the darkness, ignoring the plies for
help from people trapped under rubble, ignoring the fires, the screams and cries of those she
passed, it didn't matter, none of it matter she just didn't care. Slowly she faded into the
darkness of the ruined streets, unaware of the blood soaked sword strapped to her back.
"Reflections of a Red Rose"
Rated: PG-13
By: NeoMoon
Chapter: Twenty-Five
Lighting creased the night sky, as the wind cool soft hollowed as if in pain. Usa stared out
into it; her eyes fixed the beautiful dance of light and shadows that played over the city.
Taking a final drag of her cigarette, she turned and walked back into the apartment, letting the
half finished cigarette fall of the balcony, never knowing that it was caught just a few floors
below.
Usagi's mouth opened and closed as she tried to breath, her eyes darting between the woman that
stood in front of her and the heavy sword in her hands. Finally she breathed. "No!" Her scream
was primal, as her hand flexed around the sword tightening, then loosing, letting the sword fall;
it vanished before it ever hit the ground.
"What's wrong child?" The woman asked, the obvious sincerity of her question sending Usagi
closer and closer to a darkness she had never seen. "Child?" The woman stepped forward; the
sound of her heels, of the too loud music all drowned out in Usagi's ears all she could hear was
a thumbing.
The woman extended her hand, her green eyes filled with uncertainty over what she was seeing.
Usagi screamed again, her voice was loud and hoarse, but savage none the less, she looked at the
woman, at the circle of people starting to come around them, she felt so afraid, so angry, so . .
. trapped.
Light spun around her, people began to scream. Why where they screaming? The music stopped, she
could see people running for the exits, only the woman remained still her red hair flying around
her, in a heavy wind that Usagi couldn't feel.
The light grew around her. What was happening? She tried to scream tried to something, but she
couldn't she was frozen in place, all she could do was watch as the pair of beautiful green eyes
slowly turning from uncertainty to fear. What was going on?!
A loud noise entered her ears like a creak of thunder only louder, as if she was standing right
next to it, a moment later Usagi's whole world turned a blinding white.
Rei watched slightly as small black lines started to creak the walls of her core, she fell back
onto the large bed that was the only feature of the place. "Oh god what's happening." She
whispered, as her eye started to well with tears, as she watched the walls slowly crumble away,
deep inside she knew she couldn't escape this. She was going to die.
Ami looked out of the small window of the train as it moved almost slightly in the night,
watching the display of lights far in the distance, a shiver running through her as she watched.
Haruka took a drag of the cigarette, and coughed as she breathed in the smoke. "It's here." She
whispered as she watched the lighting dancing over the city, she turned, walking back into the
dimly light apartment right under Mamoru's, ignoring the crumbled body that lay at the door's
edge as she made her way out of the apartment, her feet moving slightly over the blood soaked
carpet.
She stood in front of his door, looking at the blackened oak, as if it were that mattered, she
breathed in deeply, and raised her foot, she had to door this, it was the only way. "Forgive me,
Micheru." She whispered as she kicked the door open and slowly waked into Mamoru's apartment.
"Please forgive the entrance." She said with a cocky smile as the three people in the room
stood. Her eyes focused on Mamoru. "Go to your wife." She said in a low, commanding voice.
Mamoru didn't answer; he just stood there his gray eyes seeming to look right past her. "Damn it
go!" She snarled, running up to him and grabbing his shirt.
"Let him go!"
Haruka's eyes darted toward the young pinked haired girl, growing wide as she eyed the long spear
she held in her hands. "How did . . ."
Usa's lips curled back into a smile that sent a shiver down Haruka's spine. "Let him go." She
said in a voice that was too soft.
Haruka smiled in return, and pushed Mamoru away from her, turning to give the young girl her full
attention. "Or what, you'll kill me. You can't I know you Usa; you're to weak."
The girl's smile grew as she flicked her hand sending the spear in an ark toward Haruka.
Haruka fell to the floor clutching her stomach. She looked down, blood ran over her hand. She
looked back up at Usa and almost gasped.
She had transformed in all but a second, Haruka didn't even feel it happen, but it was different,
the bright pink was gone replaced by black. On the girl's head the natural golden crescent moon
of her heritage was mirrored by another below it, black and reversed. "No." Haruka whispered as
she stood.
Outside the night disappeared in loud creak of thunder and a blinding white light.
Usa's smile grew as she watched Haruka's eyes widen in fear. "What, do you not like the look?"
She laughed, stepping back a few stapes and raising her arms. "I think it suits me, don't you?"
Haruka stood her eyes never leaving Usa; she staggered a step then regained herself. "You're not
Usa." She hissed.
The girl laughed again, her spear still pointed at Haruka. "Of course I am, but I'm so much more
as well." The girl's smile faded away, her red eyes turned hard and icy. "And I will kill you,
if I have to."
Haruka flexed her hand the familiar weight of her blade settled into place. She smiled. "No,
you can't your just like your mother, you can't."
Usa's smile grew even wider, her eyes narrowing. "But my dear Haruka, after I returned home last
time, it wasn't that trained me." The girl's smile faded a little. "As usual she placed me in
someone else's care. In other words dear, dear Haruka, you trained me."
"That means nothing, even Serenity herself couldn't bring herself to kill its not in royal
family's blood."
Usa shook her head, and pointed toward the twin crescent moons on her forehead. "Wrong again I'm
afraid. You see not only did you teach me that sacrifices are a necessity in war, you also
taught me to embrace something." She tapped the black crescent moon. "The master before you was
a good teacher as well."
No. Haruka thought. It's not possible, I was told about it, but . . . She shook her head
clearing away her thoughts her doubts. She had a mission to complete; she had to take Mamoru to
Lillith, no matter what. Haruka lunged forward.
The light was blinding, Ami barely closed her eyes before it overtook the train, but still even
closed she could see it, finally it passed.
Ami opened her eyes and looked at the window toward the city, it was completely dark, only a
second ago she could see the small dots of lights that told her she was approaching the city, now
though there was nothing but darkness.
The train shook, Ami gripped her set hard as the train twisted and bucked under her. What was
going on? What was . . .
"Everyone, stay calm!" Yelled the panicked conductor of the com system. "Please remain . . ."
The intercom fizzed out as the train rocked, and bucked. Ami was thrown from her seat hitting
the ground hard; she could feel the warmth of her blood rolling slowly from her temple.
The lights of the train flickered, as the train groaned under the stress of being thrown around.
Earthquake. Ami thought just before the train was thrown from its tracks and rolled down the
mountainside it was passing. The last thing Ami saw before darkness took her was the limp body
of a child flying toward her.
Makoto fell onto the bed of her prison room as the world around her shook. She closed her eyes,
doing her best to ignore the sounds of shattering glass, and the feeling that the floor was all
but liquid.
Haruka gasped as she felt the sharp metal of the spear pierce her stomach, she fell limply
against it, gasping again as the spear was removed, ripping her organs even more as it left her
body, letting her fall limply to the floor. Something was choking her, she tried to cough but it
felt so hard as if she was swallowing too much water. She struggled to move her eyes, a faint
smile coming to her quickly paling face as she watched the room being engulfed by light, and the
sounds of Mamoru and the two girls screams. The earth shook around her. "It's the end." She
whispered weakly. Her vision started to cloud; even the bright light was slowly being taken over
by darkness. She was dying. No! No! It's not right! I don't want to die!
Darkness, everything was silent.
The light cleared away, the rumbling was gone, Minako was gone, the woman was gone, the nightclub
was gone. Usagi stepped forward, her legs feeling so unfamiliar to her as she walked. She
didn't care that they were gone, she didn't care that the city around her rang with sirens, that
the street around her was creaked and broken, and smelled of charred meat, she just didn't care,
she just felt so damn cold.
She looked around at the destruction around her, at the twisted burnt bodies that seem to be
piled on top of each other; she just couldn't bring herself to care about.
Slowly with legs that felt so unfamiliar Usagi walked into the darkness, ignoring the plies for
help from people trapped under rubble, ignoring the fires, the screams and cries of those she
passed, it didn't matter, none of it matter she just didn't care. Slowly she faded into the
darkness of the ruined streets, unaware of the blood soaked sword strapped to her back.