Sailor Moon
"Reflections of a Red Rose"
Rated: PG-13
By: NeoMoon
Chapter: Thirty-Three:
The world was gray, old, used. Something about the world that Usa walked through seemed to be familiar, something that she had once seen, was once part of, somewhere, sometime. She wanted to scream her frustration for not knowing what it was she was seeing, what it was that was a part of.
Slowly she walked through the gray word, her eyes darting from the stone figures of people running, their faces eternally twisted into fear. She walked through this landscape that she knew, that was apart of her, unaware that Hotaru walked beside her until they came to stop at the remains of the Saito Bridge.
"Looks familiar." Usa whispered, to herself.
Hotaru nodded. "Yes very familiar." A slight satisfied smile crossed her face as Usa jumped in surprise. "Sorry." She giggled.
Usa shook her head, and turned away from the bridge, and slowly walked back through the gray landscape, and the people frozen forever in fear. "Its quiet." Usa said after a long time, her voice even sounded muted in this gray world.
Hotaru walked ahead of her a few steps and sat down on a pile of rubble, her glaive appearing in her hands. "Silence." She whispered, her voice so low and muttered by the gray world that Usa almost missed it. Hotaru looked up and smiled. "That's why I've been feeling so giddy." She twirled the glaive between her hands. "She can feel it coming."
Usa stepped up beside her, kneeing down so that she could look into her old friend's eyes. "What?"
Hotaru shook her head and stood. "I know what's going on now." She looked down a Usa who was still kneeling. "I've been ignoring it this whole time, been ignoring the calling of the world, of - of her."
A small ball of black light appeared ahead of the two women, it grow slowly, taking the shape of a woman, with in a few seconds Mistress Nine, the Messiah of Silence looked at them, and smiled.
Usa stood quickly her spear appearing in her hand, she stared at the woman who years ago had taking her best friend, who had almost taking the whole world, and everything away.
Before she could act, Hotaru raised her hand in front of Usa and shook her head. "She is the darkness inside of me, just as the Black lady is to you." Hotaru tilted her head back so that she could see Usa. "Don't worry."
The gray world was destroyed in a blinding flash of black light.
Whoever said death was the final gift, never experienced it. Setsuna shivered, she'd been doing that a lot in the past few hours since she had died, and wrapped the black cloak more tightly around her, with a bitter smile. How ironic.
She made her way through the remnants of Tokyo, a black shadow, in a black world. She had never foreseen this, she should have, but she never did, and for the millionth time since she had felt the cold stone of the ancient blade that Usagi, no something looked like Usagi, had pierced her she wondered if that was the only gift that was given to her, not to see her own death.
She sighed, or at least would have been a sigh if she was still able to breath, and looked at the bridge that lay ahead of her. The finale would be soon, the final battle before the coming apocalypse. She would be there; it was her place, as a solider, as a loyal subject, and as the mistress of death.
She walked across the bridge slowly, her thoughts presenting themselves before her. A weight entered her, a weight that existed not for the living nor for the dead, but only for one that would have collect those that are most dear to their hearts, a weight that only Death could feel.
Death wrapped her black cloak closer to her cold body, and ran across the bridge, her eyes closed. She did not want to know, she couldn't stand knowing, not know, not ever.
Ami stood in the misty place that rest between waking and sleeping, looking up at the spiral staircase that took up the world in front of her. She knew it wasn't real, she knew that nothing around her was real, that she was in the nurse's lounge, a mug of cold hardening coca in her hand, looking out the window, at world that couldn't exist and had to be a nightmare. Only it didn't matter if she was there, or here. It didn't matter anymore if she was anywhere.
The train could be heard behind her, far of in the distance, yet clear. Ami listened as the earth around the train shook, as the terrible screeching of steel against steel tore through the stiff air of the misty place. She could hear the screams of the paramedic's and the sirens of their ambulances. Through all that though she could hear the wet cough of a small girl, a girl that Ami couldn't save.
Tears wetted her checks as they coursed down her face, they wouldn't stop, and all she could see through the wet world created by her tear filled eyes was a small girl, laying on her lap, looking up at her with soft eyes, as slowly the life drained away from her.
Ami screamed, her clenching shut, her head shaking violently trying to dislodge the memories. They wouldn't go away, she would always remember the small girl, whose name she had name known dying in her arms.
Without thinking Ami began to run up the spiral staircase.
Minako sat alone, or as alone as a person could be when they sat in a half destroyed café, sipping on a cappuccino while her two companions both seemed to be sleeping on the other side of the room.
She sighed, and put down the cappuccino, her eyes wondering over to were both Usa and Hotaru lay still and unmoving. It was starting to creep her a little, both of them going to sleep in a situation like this, then not moving for over an hour. She shivered and quickly took a cigarette from Usa's pack and lit it.
Minako wouldn't lie if someone asked her how she was feeling right now. She would just look at them, her eyes proud, her hands curled into fist and say: "I'm scared shitless."
She dragged slowly on the cigarette, letting the semi-mint flavor wash down her throat, and tried not cough.
Another hour passed, Minako was out of cappuccino, and owed Usa about a pack cigarettes, when someone grunted from what was left of the café doorway. Minako turned.
A man stood in the door, he looked to be hurt. He gave her a slight smile and began to turn. "Sorry." He said softly, "I didn't know anyone was here."
"Wait!" Minako almost yelled as she pushed out of her chair. "Its alright."
The man stopped and looked back at her. "Are you sure?"
Minako nodded, and gestured the man in. Normally she would have been more then a little cautious, but for some reason he looked familiar to her.
The man seemed to slump a little bit, and sighed. "Hey we got a place man!" He yelled back to someone Minako couldn't see.
That caution she ignored flooded into her, she thought it was only him, if there was more . . . Minako backed away from where she stood, and clenched her hand into a fist, and waited.
The man walked slowly into the café, and looked around, his eyes seeming to search for something. He smiled and tilted his head back to the door. "Hurry up, man this place is great!"
He stepped further into the room, over to the dented and ancient cappuccino machine, and started banging on it. "Damnit!" Minako could hear him hissing behind her. "Why won't the damn thing work!?" Minako tried not to listen to him; she was still waiting, preparing for his friend. She'd be ready if anything happened.
The other man finally came into the café; he was carrying a woman in his arms. Minako's hands fell limp as she saw the woman, the long dark green hair falling over her side, hitting the floor. "Setsuna." She whispered in disbelieve.
"I found her on roof." Said the man that was holding her. "She - she was like this when I got there."
Minako looked up at the man, she hadn't recognized him at first with the blood soaked gauze wrapping. "Mamoru?"
Mamoru nodded, and slowly, painfully walked passed Minako and set Setsuna's body on the cashier counter, then collapsed into one of the chairs.
"You know each other?" Said the other man, as he walked back with a chipped mug in his hand, which he placed next to Mamoru. "I'm Shinneri," he said softly, and extended his hand to Minako. "Mamoru there knows lots of cute girls." He added a little more quietly.
"Shut up." Mamoru groaned as he picked up the cup and drank what ever was inside it.
Minako managed a small laugh, and took Shinneri's hand. "Minako."
"What the hell's all the noise?" Came a dried voice from behind her.
Minako sighed. "And that's Usa."
Usa pushed by Minako and Shinneri and collapsed in the chair beside Mamoru. "Hi dad." She looked up at Minako. "We got anything to drink?"
Shinneri, reached into his pocket before Minako could answer and through a small flask over to Usa.
Usa smiled and took a large gulp from the flask. "Minako." She said her voice low and serious.
Minako gulped, Usa she had found in the few hours she had spent with the woman, was a very temperamental person. "Yeah."
"You owe me a pack." She said her voice still low and serious.
Hotaru woke soon after that, and they all sat at the table, telling each other of what had happened since the earthquake.
Mamoru only nodded through everything, nothing really surprised him, not after having spoken to a dead person. Finally after everyone was done he looked at his daughter, who was still taking swigs out of Shinneri's flask. "You seem to be the only one that knows what's going on. How about filling in the rest of us."
Usa put down the flask and looked him in the eye, her dark blue eyes seeming to be black in the dim light of the café. Finally she closed them and shook her head. "I don't know what's going on anymore." She said simply. "Nothing's going by the history anymore." She took another swig from the flask. "I'm as lost as the rest of now."
"The end."
Everyone's eyes fell on Hotaru who had been silent since her waking.
She looked at all of them in turn, her eyes cold almost dead. Mamoru knew that look, just as he knew Minako and Usa knew that look, Hotaru wasn't who was speaking to them.
"It can not be avoided anymore." Said the Harbinger. "There is no other way." She turned and looked at Usa. "That's what the dream meant." Hotaru said. "The end is here and it can't be avoid this time."
Mamoru sighed, and did the only thing that made perfect sense at that moment. He took the flask and drank.
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NeoMoon Here!
I Won't lie, I'm lost in my own story. I've had so many twists and so many turns that I no longer know which way's up. (Big sigh) I shall though continue! I shall go forth and try my best to finish this story, no matter what! I have done so much, and devoted so much time to her that there is no other recourse! Thank you to my fateful readers, you are the reason I shall conintue. Thank You again, and I shall do my best to put a new chapter, one that will bring us closer to the end, as soon as I can. Thank You.
"Reflections of a Red Rose"
Rated: PG-13
By: NeoMoon
Chapter: Thirty-Three:
The world was gray, old, used. Something about the world that Usa walked through seemed to be familiar, something that she had once seen, was once part of, somewhere, sometime. She wanted to scream her frustration for not knowing what it was she was seeing, what it was that was a part of.
Slowly she walked through the gray word, her eyes darting from the stone figures of people running, their faces eternally twisted into fear. She walked through this landscape that she knew, that was apart of her, unaware that Hotaru walked beside her until they came to stop at the remains of the Saito Bridge.
"Looks familiar." Usa whispered, to herself.
Hotaru nodded. "Yes very familiar." A slight satisfied smile crossed her face as Usa jumped in surprise. "Sorry." She giggled.
Usa shook her head, and turned away from the bridge, and slowly walked back through the gray landscape, and the people frozen forever in fear. "Its quiet." Usa said after a long time, her voice even sounded muted in this gray world.
Hotaru walked ahead of her a few steps and sat down on a pile of rubble, her glaive appearing in her hands. "Silence." She whispered, her voice so low and muttered by the gray world that Usa almost missed it. Hotaru looked up and smiled. "That's why I've been feeling so giddy." She twirled the glaive between her hands. "She can feel it coming."
Usa stepped up beside her, kneeing down so that she could look into her old friend's eyes. "What?"
Hotaru shook her head and stood. "I know what's going on now." She looked down a Usa who was still kneeling. "I've been ignoring it this whole time, been ignoring the calling of the world, of - of her."
A small ball of black light appeared ahead of the two women, it grow slowly, taking the shape of a woman, with in a few seconds Mistress Nine, the Messiah of Silence looked at them, and smiled.
Usa stood quickly her spear appearing in her hand, she stared at the woman who years ago had taking her best friend, who had almost taking the whole world, and everything away.
Before she could act, Hotaru raised her hand in front of Usa and shook her head. "She is the darkness inside of me, just as the Black lady is to you." Hotaru tilted her head back so that she could see Usa. "Don't worry."
The gray world was destroyed in a blinding flash of black light.
Whoever said death was the final gift, never experienced it. Setsuna shivered, she'd been doing that a lot in the past few hours since she had died, and wrapped the black cloak more tightly around her, with a bitter smile. How ironic.
She made her way through the remnants of Tokyo, a black shadow, in a black world. She had never foreseen this, she should have, but she never did, and for the millionth time since she had felt the cold stone of the ancient blade that Usagi, no something looked like Usagi, had pierced her she wondered if that was the only gift that was given to her, not to see her own death.
She sighed, or at least would have been a sigh if she was still able to breath, and looked at the bridge that lay ahead of her. The finale would be soon, the final battle before the coming apocalypse. She would be there; it was her place, as a solider, as a loyal subject, and as the mistress of death.
She walked across the bridge slowly, her thoughts presenting themselves before her. A weight entered her, a weight that existed not for the living nor for the dead, but only for one that would have collect those that are most dear to their hearts, a weight that only Death could feel.
Death wrapped her black cloak closer to her cold body, and ran across the bridge, her eyes closed. She did not want to know, she couldn't stand knowing, not know, not ever.
Ami stood in the misty place that rest between waking and sleeping, looking up at the spiral staircase that took up the world in front of her. She knew it wasn't real, she knew that nothing around her was real, that she was in the nurse's lounge, a mug of cold hardening coca in her hand, looking out the window, at world that couldn't exist and had to be a nightmare. Only it didn't matter if she was there, or here. It didn't matter anymore if she was anywhere.
The train could be heard behind her, far of in the distance, yet clear. Ami listened as the earth around the train shook, as the terrible screeching of steel against steel tore through the stiff air of the misty place. She could hear the screams of the paramedic's and the sirens of their ambulances. Through all that though she could hear the wet cough of a small girl, a girl that Ami couldn't save.
Tears wetted her checks as they coursed down her face, they wouldn't stop, and all she could see through the wet world created by her tear filled eyes was a small girl, laying on her lap, looking up at her with soft eyes, as slowly the life drained away from her.
Ami screamed, her clenching shut, her head shaking violently trying to dislodge the memories. They wouldn't go away, she would always remember the small girl, whose name she had name known dying in her arms.
Without thinking Ami began to run up the spiral staircase.
Minako sat alone, or as alone as a person could be when they sat in a half destroyed café, sipping on a cappuccino while her two companions both seemed to be sleeping on the other side of the room.
She sighed, and put down the cappuccino, her eyes wondering over to were both Usa and Hotaru lay still and unmoving. It was starting to creep her a little, both of them going to sleep in a situation like this, then not moving for over an hour. She shivered and quickly took a cigarette from Usa's pack and lit it.
Minako wouldn't lie if someone asked her how she was feeling right now. She would just look at them, her eyes proud, her hands curled into fist and say: "I'm scared shitless."
She dragged slowly on the cigarette, letting the semi-mint flavor wash down her throat, and tried not cough.
Another hour passed, Minako was out of cappuccino, and owed Usa about a pack cigarettes, when someone grunted from what was left of the café doorway. Minako turned.
A man stood in the door, he looked to be hurt. He gave her a slight smile and began to turn. "Sorry." He said softly, "I didn't know anyone was here."
"Wait!" Minako almost yelled as she pushed out of her chair. "Its alright."
The man stopped and looked back at her. "Are you sure?"
Minako nodded, and gestured the man in. Normally she would have been more then a little cautious, but for some reason he looked familiar to her.
The man seemed to slump a little bit, and sighed. "Hey we got a place man!" He yelled back to someone Minako couldn't see.
That caution she ignored flooded into her, she thought it was only him, if there was more . . . Minako backed away from where she stood, and clenched her hand into a fist, and waited.
The man walked slowly into the café, and looked around, his eyes seeming to search for something. He smiled and tilted his head back to the door. "Hurry up, man this place is great!"
He stepped further into the room, over to the dented and ancient cappuccino machine, and started banging on it. "Damnit!" Minako could hear him hissing behind her. "Why won't the damn thing work!?" Minako tried not to listen to him; she was still waiting, preparing for his friend. She'd be ready if anything happened.
The other man finally came into the café; he was carrying a woman in his arms. Minako's hands fell limp as she saw the woman, the long dark green hair falling over her side, hitting the floor. "Setsuna." She whispered in disbelieve.
"I found her on roof." Said the man that was holding her. "She - she was like this when I got there."
Minako looked up at the man, she hadn't recognized him at first with the blood soaked gauze wrapping. "Mamoru?"
Mamoru nodded, and slowly, painfully walked passed Minako and set Setsuna's body on the cashier counter, then collapsed into one of the chairs.
"You know each other?" Said the other man, as he walked back with a chipped mug in his hand, which he placed next to Mamoru. "I'm Shinneri," he said softly, and extended his hand to Minako. "Mamoru there knows lots of cute girls." He added a little more quietly.
"Shut up." Mamoru groaned as he picked up the cup and drank what ever was inside it.
Minako managed a small laugh, and took Shinneri's hand. "Minako."
"What the hell's all the noise?" Came a dried voice from behind her.
Minako sighed. "And that's Usa."
Usa pushed by Minako and Shinneri and collapsed in the chair beside Mamoru. "Hi dad." She looked up at Minako. "We got anything to drink?"
Shinneri, reached into his pocket before Minako could answer and through a small flask over to Usa.
Usa smiled and took a large gulp from the flask. "Minako." She said her voice low and serious.
Minako gulped, Usa she had found in the few hours she had spent with the woman, was a very temperamental person. "Yeah."
"You owe me a pack." She said her voice still low and serious.
Hotaru woke soon after that, and they all sat at the table, telling each other of what had happened since the earthquake.
Mamoru only nodded through everything, nothing really surprised him, not after having spoken to a dead person. Finally after everyone was done he looked at his daughter, who was still taking swigs out of Shinneri's flask. "You seem to be the only one that knows what's going on. How about filling in the rest of us."
Usa put down the flask and looked him in the eye, her dark blue eyes seeming to be black in the dim light of the café. Finally she closed them and shook her head. "I don't know what's going on anymore." She said simply. "Nothing's going by the history anymore." She took another swig from the flask. "I'm as lost as the rest of now."
"The end."
Everyone's eyes fell on Hotaru who had been silent since her waking.
She looked at all of them in turn, her eyes cold almost dead. Mamoru knew that look, just as he knew Minako and Usa knew that look, Hotaru wasn't who was speaking to them.
"It can not be avoided anymore." Said the Harbinger. "There is no other way." She turned and looked at Usa. "That's what the dream meant." Hotaru said. "The end is here and it can't be avoid this time."
Mamoru sighed, and did the only thing that made perfect sense at that moment. He took the flask and drank.
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NeoMoon Here!
I Won't lie, I'm lost in my own story. I've had so many twists and so many turns that I no longer know which way's up. (Big sigh) I shall though continue! I shall go forth and try my best to finish this story, no matter what! I have done so much, and devoted so much time to her that there is no other recourse! Thank you to my fateful readers, you are the reason I shall conintue. Thank You again, and I shall do my best to put a new chapter, one that will bring us closer to the end, as soon as I can. Thank You.