Sailor Moon NeoStars: The Outers Meet Their Match
Prologue:
Author's Notes:
(Chapter Begins)
She walks to school with the lunch she packed.
Nobody knows what she's holding back.
Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday,
She has the bruises with the linen and lace.
Ooooh . . .
Ten'ou Hoshi stood motionless as a gust of sturdy wind blew through her straight, shoulder-length blonde hair, pushing it back from her face. The cold hazel eyes of the hardened ten-year-old narrowed suspiciously as she made her way slowly through the turbulent tides of time which pushed against her, struggling to drive the young intruder back to her own time. Ten'ou Hoshi clenched her fist as she pressed against it. Her golden brown tanned skin might be scarred, but she was sturdy and reasonably stronger than the average 10-year-old
The Gates of Time were just up ahead. Hoshi approached with a serious look on her face and a stony gaze. She could see the form of the humungous door looming in the misty fog. She could just vaguely pick out the shadowy form of the legendary though mysterious Senshi of Time - Sailor Pluto. It was a name she had often heard about in legends, children's tale, and the occasional ghost story. The Senshi of Time was supposed to be an awesome warrior, able to see into your past and change the future at will, but Hoshi wasn't afraid. Hoshi wasn't afraid of anything; she couldn't afford to be. . .
Through the wind and the rain,
She stands hard as a stone in a world
That she can't rise above.
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved.
Concrete Angel!
Grasping a handful of Hoshi's new brown jacket in her small fist, a petite eight-year-old known as Ten'ou Mishiko – nicknamed Mishi – peered cautiously out from behind her older sister. Sea green eyes echoed with a kind of knowledge no eight year old should possess – tales of old battles no child should have been force to take part in. The top portion of the child's wavy locks of aquamarine-colored hair was pulled gently back with a green ribbon, while the remaining half fell loosely over her thin shoulders. Cream-colored skin brightened by ever-so-slowly fading bruises blended almost perfectly into the glowing mist that was the tides of time.
She'd watch the TV and sit there on the couch
While her Mom fell asleep and her Daddy went out.
And the drinking and the fighting just got worse every night.
Behind their couch, she'd be hiding. Oh, what a sad little life!.
"Only the worthy may pass through here." A deep and cool female voice declared intensely, as the shadowy senshi of time stepped out from the mist swinging her staff perilously forwards. "Who dares approach the Gates of Time?" A high-pitched squeak escaped the eight-year-old lips as the towering shadow hiding to the right side of the Door of Time moved suddenly. Mishi's small frame shook nervously as she hid herself behind her sister once more.
Ruby red eyes blinked with both bewilderment and recognition as the mist around the small group began to clear. "Hoshi-chan? Mishi-chan?" Sailor Pluto questioned setting her staff down at her side once more. Battle-ready muscles relaxing, the senshi of time smiled softly down at the two children. "Is it that time already?" She mused aloud to herself. Taking a step back, Hoshi put her arm out protectively in front of her younger sister. So, at least some of the stories she had been told were true. Though she was certain she had never met the woman before in her life, Sailor Pluto already knew of the two children and why they had come. Hoshi eyed the older woman with obvious suspicion.
Through the wind and the rain,
She stands hard as a stone in a world
That she can't rise above.
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved.
Concrete Angel!