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"But why do we have to take care of her?" Haruka whined. "I don't know. Ask the omnipotent senshi of time. She's the one who volunteered us," Michiru said fiercely, staring into her Deep Aqua Mirror, clutching it so hard that her knuckles were turning white. It was a wonder she didn't break it. As the senshi of the winds whined and the senshi of the ocean fumed, Setsuna Meioh, also known as Sailor Pluto, Guardian of Time, was trying, without effect I might add, to get a response out of a silent, staring, green-haired girl. "Come on, Netyae, talk to me," Setsuna pleaded, kneeling on the floor of the spare bedroom, looking into the cold, sad, emerald eyes of the fourteen-year-old sitting on the bed. The girl seemed to stare right through the Time Guardian as if she didn't even see her. "Your parents and your sister didn't sacrifice themselves just for you to act this way!" Still, there was no reply. Setsuna stood up with a sigh and put a hand on the girl's shoulder. "Please believe me, I couldn't tell you beforehand, I'm not allowed! I'm sorry. When you're ready to talk, I'll listen." She then walked out of the room and gently closed the door, leaving the young senshi to her thoughts.
When the Time Guardian had gone, Netyae pulled her legs up and began to cry, chest heaving with sobs she struggled to keep quiet. She reached blindly for the charm that hung around her neck, an engraved silver locket. She held it tightly in her hand for a moment, tears running down her face as she remembered the ones who gave it to her, the same people who had given their lives for her. Opening it, she looked at the gently smiling faces of her parents, and the happy-go-lucky grin on features nearly identical to hers. Mom, Dad, Orana, why'd you leave me? I can't do this alone! Memories of ones not-so-long gone brought a fresh bout of tears, blurring her vision. Netyae closed the locket, tucked it inside her shirt, and put her head on her knees, salt water beginning to dampen her sleeve as she stubbornly wiped away tears.
Sorry, it's rather short. I almost cried writing this. Hopefully, there's more to come, so please review!