Sailor Moon
"Reflections of a Red Rose"
By: NeoMoon
Edited By: R Savage
Rated: PG-13
Chapter Twenty-Seven:
Lights flashed through the liquid darkness, noise floated the beautiful silence. Haruka groaned,
desperately wanting for the lights to go away, for the noise to stop. All she wanted to do was
float in the liquid darkness.
A hand tightened around hers, and for the first time she could feel that she was laying on
something that felt both hard and soft, and that she was moving.
She tried to open her eyes but she couldn't they were too heavy. Suddenly she felt so weak.
"You're going to be alright, it wasn't that deep." The voice was soft, warm, and oddly friendly.
She knew that voice, knew the girl it belonged to, but damn it she couldn't picture her face.
A hand tightened in her own, squeezing it softly. Haruka tried to squeeze back, but her hand was
to far away.
"You're alright." The voice said again.
Okay. Haruka thought. If I'm alright I . . . can . . . go . . . back.
Slowly Haruka dove back into the liquid darkness, forgetting about the lights, and the noise.
Ignoring everything, until all was silent and all that existed was the liquid darkness.
Mamoru stood away from the shattered glass door that lead out to the drop that had once been his
balcony. It wasn't the drop that made him stay away, or the fact that floor around it was
probably unstable. No, he stayed away from the woman who stood by that shattered glass and
looked out at the ruined city.
"It's starting." The woman, his future daughter Usa whispered, her voice soft and cold. Wings
black as the night slowly spread away from her back, a few of the feathers falling away as they
stretched, falling near him. He watched silently as his daughter stepped by the shattered glass
door, the wings clasped behind her like hands in prayer, and fell.
Mamoru's eyes went wide; he stared at where she had been for a moment before carefully walking
toward the shattered glass, his body shaking from fear and tension.
As he looked out the window, a breeze blew by him bringing the scent of the destruction below.
The sun peaked over the horizon, and he saw the black wings far below him moving quickly into the
distance.
Ami pulled her knees closer to her chest, as she sat against the cold wall, her arms wrapping
around her legs, her head buried in her them. She slowly rocked back and forth, ignoring the
small pain that surged through her broken foot. A small pitiful laugh escaped her raw throat.
It was funny, out of fifty people she, and the woman lying in the bed across from her where the
only survivors, and most of the woman hadn't made it out of the emergency surgery. The laugh
faded, and Ami was again left in a silence that was only broken by the soft hum of the machinery
that kept the other woman breathing. Yep, it was really funny.
A door slowly opened, its soft squeak seeming to shatter the silence. Ami wanted to look up,
wanted to see who had come into the room, hoping that it was a doctor telling her she wasn't
going to make it, so she didn't feel so damned guilty! She didn't look.
"Ami." Not a question, not even a statement, but she knew that voice, deep and soft.
"Go away." She said without looking up, her voice coming out as a pathetic sob.
"You know I'm not going anywhere."
Ami's head shot up and she looked straight into the deep purple eyes that seemed to be drowning
in sorrow. "Fine then."
Chi gave her a small weak smile, and lowered herself against the wall. Ami could feel the heat
coming off the girl as they sat in silence. Finally Ami spoke. "Is Usagi okay?"
Chi shook her head, and stared at the far wall as she spoke, her voice low and hollow. "Don't
know, she disappeared right before the earthquake, but . . ." She lowered her head. "I came
with Haruka, she and Usa fought right as the earthquake began."
Ami waited, silence entered the room again. Even the sound of the respirator vanished; it was as
if everything went silent as waited in hushed suspense for Chi to continue.
"Usa tried to kill Haruka."
Cicadas chirped annoyingly outside, a short summer wind blew through the open window, causing the
chime to sound. Rei sat at a large table staring down at a jigsaw puzzle that was spread out
before her waiting patiently for to piece it together.
"Well?" Ami asked from her left.
"Well what?" Rei returned, not looking up from the table.
"Aren't you going to start?" Usagi asked from where she sat in front of Rei.
"Start what?"
"Putting the puzzle together you dolt." Minako said to her right.
"Why would I want to do that, I have other things to do?"
"Because." Makoto said from behind her, as she wrapped her arms around her friend's neck in a
friendly hug. "It's you."
"What do you mean, 'me'?" Rei asked, her voice filling with frightened confusion.
Ami sighed; Usagi only shook her head, and stood. "I told you she couldn't figure it out."
Usagi said as she walked towards a door, that Rei was sure hadn't been there a moment before.
"She is just not smart enough."
"Usagi, that's terrible!" Ami said as she too stood and quickly walked over to the blonde girl.
"I don't know." Minako added with a dramatic sigh. "Rei can be extremely dense." The three
girls laughed and walked through the door that hadn't been there, their voices fading like the
whispers of ghosts. The only one who remained was Makoto, who walked around to the front of the
large table, and sat down.
"What don't I get?" Rei asked.
Makoto shrugged and looked down at the jigsaw puzzle that begged to be fitted together. "When
will you start?" She finally asked, looking up at Rei, her eyes colored a deep red instead of
their usual green.
"Who are you?"
Makoto sighed, as her form melted away, and wings blacker then night filled the room. "There."
Usa said, pointing down at the puzzle.
Rei looked down to see that a few of the pieces had been fitted together, showing nothing but
raven black. "What is it?" Rei asked again.
Usa sighed impatiently. "For a psychic you really are stupid."
Rei smiled lazily and waited for an answer. After a long moment Usa spoke. "You shattered your
core with your dreams. What lies before you, is your core, the thing that makes the self. You
understand?" Rei nodded, and Usa continued. "So this is the pieces of you, and you must . . ."
Rei laughed, it was so simple! Why hadn't she seen it? "I got to put myself back together!"
Usa nodded. "You don't have much time, your body won't survive much longer."
Rei looked up from the puzzle, and found herself alone. With a small, determined sigh she went
to work putting the pieces of herself back together.
Usa opened her eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the bright morning light that washed over her,
and looked down at Rei. With a soft smile she ran her hand through the long raven black hair,
and lifted the girl of the cool ground. Good luck. She thought, as she laid Rei against the
trunk of an old tree, and walked away, her wings unfolding to catch the late spring wind.
Ami tried to swallow the lump in her throat as Chi finished her story, Ami's mind flashed images
of the fight she hadn't witnessed, doing its best to make it as factual as possible. It was
still hard to believe it had even happened.
Chi stood and extended her hand to Ami, who gladly accepted, groaning as she carefully picked
herself off the ground, and wrapped her arm around Chi's shoulders. She looked quickly back at
the other survivor of the train wreck before leaving the room with Chi. Good luck. She thought
silently to the woman, who had lost so much of herself.
Haruka rose out of the darkness to soft familiar voices, and slowly opened her eyes, to find Ami
standing over her, Chi holding her up for support. She could take them easily; get out of where
ever the hell she was before either of their bodies went cold. Only problem was her head hurt
too much. "Where is that little gutter slut?" She said hoarsely, surprised by how weak her own
voice sounded.
Ami's eyes widened, she had forgotten how proper the damned girl was, Chi on the other hand gave
her a cocky smile, that told her that she didn't have a clue but wouldn't tell her anyway.
With a defeated sigh, Haruka closed her eyes again, and searched for the comfortable darkness.
"Haruka will you be alright?" Ami's voice, the girl didn't know when the hell not to ask a
question.
Haruka opened her eyes and let out a sigh that sounded more like a soft hiss, before smiling.
"I've gotten worse, hell I've been dead what two, three times."
Ami smiled, relieved, and nodded. "Just don't force on the third time, okay."
Haruka laughed, which caused her head to explode in pain. She winced and quietly fought against
it, hoping that the two girls would get the point. Thankfully they did.
As the two girls left, Haruka went back to her search for the liquid darkness that felt so
peaceful.
Usagi sat silently in the ruined café, her pearl white wings folded around her like a cape,
looking at the dead man who sat across from her. Usagi lips curled back into a warm smile, and
took a sip of the coffee that rested in her hands.
She stood and stretched her wings out, letting the coffee mug fall, and shatter against the
floor. A small wind rustled her red tinted blonde hair, as she slowly left the small ruined
café, and the dead man behind.
As she walked down the carnage-ridden streets, of Tokyo's abandoned red light district, she
smiled; taking in the sights of death her green eyes took in. Her wings unfolded again, and were
caught by the late spring wind. With a smile she left the ground behind.
"Reflections of a Red Rose"
By: NeoMoon
Edited By: R Savage
Rated: PG-13
Chapter Twenty-Seven:
Lights flashed through the liquid darkness, noise floated the beautiful silence. Haruka groaned,
desperately wanting for the lights to go away, for the noise to stop. All she wanted to do was
float in the liquid darkness.
A hand tightened around hers, and for the first time she could feel that she was laying on
something that felt both hard and soft, and that she was moving.
She tried to open her eyes but she couldn't they were too heavy. Suddenly she felt so weak.
"You're going to be alright, it wasn't that deep." The voice was soft, warm, and oddly friendly.
She knew that voice, knew the girl it belonged to, but damn it she couldn't picture her face.
A hand tightened in her own, squeezing it softly. Haruka tried to squeeze back, but her hand was
to far away.
"You're alright." The voice said again.
Okay. Haruka thought. If I'm alright I . . . can . . . go . . . back.
Slowly Haruka dove back into the liquid darkness, forgetting about the lights, and the noise.
Ignoring everything, until all was silent and all that existed was the liquid darkness.
Mamoru stood away from the shattered glass door that lead out to the drop that had once been his
balcony. It wasn't the drop that made him stay away, or the fact that floor around it was
probably unstable. No, he stayed away from the woman who stood by that shattered glass and
looked out at the ruined city.
"It's starting." The woman, his future daughter Usa whispered, her voice soft and cold. Wings
black as the night slowly spread away from her back, a few of the feathers falling away as they
stretched, falling near him. He watched silently as his daughter stepped by the shattered glass
door, the wings clasped behind her like hands in prayer, and fell.
Mamoru's eyes went wide; he stared at where she had been for a moment before carefully walking
toward the shattered glass, his body shaking from fear and tension.
As he looked out the window, a breeze blew by him bringing the scent of the destruction below.
The sun peaked over the horizon, and he saw the black wings far below him moving quickly into the
distance.
Ami pulled her knees closer to her chest, as she sat against the cold wall, her arms wrapping
around her legs, her head buried in her them. She slowly rocked back and forth, ignoring the
small pain that surged through her broken foot. A small pitiful laugh escaped her raw throat.
It was funny, out of fifty people she, and the woman lying in the bed across from her where the
only survivors, and most of the woman hadn't made it out of the emergency surgery. The laugh
faded, and Ami was again left in a silence that was only broken by the soft hum of the machinery
that kept the other woman breathing. Yep, it was really funny.
A door slowly opened, its soft squeak seeming to shatter the silence. Ami wanted to look up,
wanted to see who had come into the room, hoping that it was a doctor telling her she wasn't
going to make it, so she didn't feel so damned guilty! She didn't look.
"Ami." Not a question, not even a statement, but she knew that voice, deep and soft.
"Go away." She said without looking up, her voice coming out as a pathetic sob.
"You know I'm not going anywhere."
Ami's head shot up and she looked straight into the deep purple eyes that seemed to be drowning
in sorrow. "Fine then."
Chi gave her a small weak smile, and lowered herself against the wall. Ami could feel the heat
coming off the girl as they sat in silence. Finally Ami spoke. "Is Usagi okay?"
Chi shook her head, and stared at the far wall as she spoke, her voice low and hollow. "Don't
know, she disappeared right before the earthquake, but . . ." She lowered her head. "I came
with Haruka, she and Usa fought right as the earthquake began."
Ami waited, silence entered the room again. Even the sound of the respirator vanished; it was as
if everything went silent as waited in hushed suspense for Chi to continue.
"Usa tried to kill Haruka."
Cicadas chirped annoyingly outside, a short summer wind blew through the open window, causing the
chime to sound. Rei sat at a large table staring down at a jigsaw puzzle that was spread out
before her waiting patiently for to piece it together.
"Well?" Ami asked from her left.
"Well what?" Rei returned, not looking up from the table.
"Aren't you going to start?" Usagi asked from where she sat in front of Rei.
"Start what?"
"Putting the puzzle together you dolt." Minako said to her right.
"Why would I want to do that, I have other things to do?"
"Because." Makoto said from behind her, as she wrapped her arms around her friend's neck in a
friendly hug. "It's you."
"What do you mean, 'me'?" Rei asked, her voice filling with frightened confusion.
Ami sighed; Usagi only shook her head, and stood. "I told you she couldn't figure it out."
Usagi said as she walked towards a door, that Rei was sure hadn't been there a moment before.
"She is just not smart enough."
"Usagi, that's terrible!" Ami said as she too stood and quickly walked over to the blonde girl.
"I don't know." Minako added with a dramatic sigh. "Rei can be extremely dense." The three
girls laughed and walked through the door that hadn't been there, their voices fading like the
whispers of ghosts. The only one who remained was Makoto, who walked around to the front of the
large table, and sat down.
"What don't I get?" Rei asked.
Makoto shrugged and looked down at the jigsaw puzzle that begged to be fitted together. "When
will you start?" She finally asked, looking up at Rei, her eyes colored a deep red instead of
their usual green.
"Who are you?"
Makoto sighed, as her form melted away, and wings blacker then night filled the room. "There."
Usa said, pointing down at the puzzle.
Rei looked down to see that a few of the pieces had been fitted together, showing nothing but
raven black. "What is it?" Rei asked again.
Usa sighed impatiently. "For a psychic you really are stupid."
Rei smiled lazily and waited for an answer. After a long moment Usa spoke. "You shattered your
core with your dreams. What lies before you, is your core, the thing that makes the self. You
understand?" Rei nodded, and Usa continued. "So this is the pieces of you, and you must . . ."
Rei laughed, it was so simple! Why hadn't she seen it? "I got to put myself back together!"
Usa nodded. "You don't have much time, your body won't survive much longer."
Rei looked up from the puzzle, and found herself alone. With a small, determined sigh she went
to work putting the pieces of herself back together.
Usa opened her eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the bright morning light that washed over her,
and looked down at Rei. With a soft smile she ran her hand through the long raven black hair,
and lifted the girl of the cool ground. Good luck. She thought, as she laid Rei against the
trunk of an old tree, and walked away, her wings unfolding to catch the late spring wind.
Ami tried to swallow the lump in her throat as Chi finished her story, Ami's mind flashed images
of the fight she hadn't witnessed, doing its best to make it as factual as possible. It was
still hard to believe it had even happened.
Chi stood and extended her hand to Ami, who gladly accepted, groaning as she carefully picked
herself off the ground, and wrapped her arm around Chi's shoulders. She looked quickly back at
the other survivor of the train wreck before leaving the room with Chi. Good luck. She thought
silently to the woman, who had lost so much of herself.
Haruka rose out of the darkness to soft familiar voices, and slowly opened her eyes, to find Ami
standing over her, Chi holding her up for support. She could take them easily; get out of where
ever the hell she was before either of their bodies went cold. Only problem was her head hurt
too much. "Where is that little gutter slut?" She said hoarsely, surprised by how weak her own
voice sounded.
Ami's eyes widened, she had forgotten how proper the damned girl was, Chi on the other hand gave
her a cocky smile, that told her that she didn't have a clue but wouldn't tell her anyway.
With a defeated sigh, Haruka closed her eyes again, and searched for the comfortable darkness.
"Haruka will you be alright?" Ami's voice, the girl didn't know when the hell not to ask a
question.
Haruka opened her eyes and let out a sigh that sounded more like a soft hiss, before smiling.
"I've gotten worse, hell I've been dead what two, three times."
Ami smiled, relieved, and nodded. "Just don't force on the third time, okay."
Haruka laughed, which caused her head to explode in pain. She winced and quietly fought against
it, hoping that the two girls would get the point. Thankfully they did.
As the two girls left, Haruka went back to her search for the liquid darkness that felt so
peaceful.
Usagi sat silently in the ruined café, her pearl white wings folded around her like a cape,
looking at the dead man who sat across from her. Usagi lips curled back into a warm smile, and
took a sip of the coffee that rested in her hands.
She stood and stretched her wings out, letting the coffee mug fall, and shatter against the
floor. A small wind rustled her red tinted blonde hair, as she slowly left the small ruined
café, and the dead man behind.
As she walked down the carnage-ridden streets, of Tokyo's abandoned red light district, she
smiled; taking in the sights of death her green eyes took in. Her wings unfolded again, and were
caught by the late spring wind. With a smile she left the ground behind.