Okay, guys, I got inspired by some of the gundam wing/sailor moon crossovers (which I didn't think were dark/morbid/angst-y enough)I've read to start my own (yes, again, wasn't happy with the first, now I have a new idea!)

Just for the record, I will be using all sailor moon's UNDUBBED names, so if you are unaware of any of them, here's a list (since I know many of you are dubbies . . . I don't mean that in a mean way though . . . heh heh):

Undubbed (which I will be using) - dubbed (engilsh version) - sailor name

Usagi - Serena - Sailor Moon (Queen Serenity)

Ami - Amy - Sailor Mercury

Rei - Rey - Sailor Mars

Makato - Lita - Sailor Jupiter

Mina - Mina – Sailor Venus

Setsuna - Trista - Sailor Pluto

Michuru - Michelle - Sailor Neptune

Haruka - Amara - Sailor Uranus

Hotaru - Hotaru - Sailor Saturn This is the only senshi, to my knowledge that doesn't have a dubbed name, also, this is who the story will revolve around, so not hard to remember, eh:D

Chibi-Usa - Rina - Sailor Chibi (Mini) Moon

Mamouru - Darien - Tuxedo Karmen (Mask)

There you go, now happy reading!

Disclaimer: I don't own either gundam wing or sailor moon, if I did, I'd be a lot richer . . .

Crimson Fears

Prologue-

Crimson laced my torn gloves, forever staining the purest white, running down my front, my back, my legs, and even my face. It tried to consume me in the fears, the screams, and the tears that were alive in the crimson, and I didn't fight it. I allowed them to come, taking knowledge of every last fear, every last scream, every last thought, and every last tear of the thousands of souls' blood in which I bathed. Exposed cuts and gashes were allowing the crimson to intertwine with my own, making their fears, their screams, and their tears, my own. This was my penance, and it did not end here, there was so much more to do to apologize for my sins, but would my begging grant me pardon from the gods? Would it grant me pardon from myself?

Tainted tears laced my eyes, not worthy to be those clear and pure of any other human, however, after my crimes against humanity, would I be considered human? Have I lost that privilege? Silent whispers escaped my lips; I pleaded and begged for forgiveness, but it wasn't enough, I couldn't just be forgiven. Forgiveness came at a price, one I would continue to pay throughout my lifetime.

I raised my head to view the goddess standing before me. My lips moved, yet no sound was made. I was in my hell of silence; only the screams of the dead could be heard here. She didn't need to hear what I tried to speak of, she already knew. She knew what would happen, yet held no power to stop determined fate. She simply nodded, no smile, yet no frown, her face expressionless except one tear trailing her cheek.

Chapter One

Rain fell from the heavens in a blind rage, wailing, billowing, displaying both its force and power. My clothes were soaked through, hair matted down, and grime scattered over my body for lack of a shower. My feet lifted and hit the ground in a rhythmic motion, never going faster, never slower, and never ceasing. I couldn't recall the last time I slept within days, but it didn't matter. I didn't deserve rest, I was unworthy of such privileges. My sins had yet to be accounted for. My eyes stared at the concrete below my feet, viewing cracks and weeds as though counting them, yet I paid attention to only what ran through my head: The last thoughts of my victims.

Why now?

Was it wishful thinking?

Is this really it?

Why has no one ever loved me?

I couldn't answer their questions, I didn't expect to, since they were questions of my own. My memories mixing with those of the dead, might I be with them? No better than the dead only to be walking through their thoughts. Death was what I deserved, yet too simple, I deserved more pain, as much as one person can bare before falling off the end. To walk that barrier has always been my job, my duty, and one I hold alone. I wished to rid myself of it, to loose all memories of past horrors. It could have been done, I could have been sent away, no recollection with the ability to start a new. Yet if I didn't hold onto my duty, it would be passed to some one else, no one else needs to hold such a burden. To loose my memories of past horrors would be too simple; it wouldn't cause enough pain. I deserved pain, torture, and eventually, hell.

I bumped into a man, whom I didn't even look up to meet eyes with or to apologize to; I only proceeded on my way. As I entered the alleyway, I heard the footsteps behind me, I heard his low breathing and his chuckle as I imagined a smile come across his face. I would have walked faster, had the alley not been a dead end. I didn't turn to meet him, instead I stood still. I was shaking, from both cold and sorrow, but not from fear. This man did not worry me, and if anything happened, I deserved it.

"I have no money." My voice started off loud and strong, but eventually faded into a whimper. "You have no reason to follow me, please, just let me be . . . please."

I could hear him chuckle as he came closer to me, he put his hand on his shoulder. His touch was warm against my skin of ice, the sudden touch sending a shiver down my spine. I wanted to slap his hand away and hurtle him across the alley, I had the power to do so, but instead bit my lip to hold myself back. I would no longer hurt anyone in any way, no matter the cost.

I could feel his breath upon my ear as he moved my hair from my face to whisper to me, "Just what are you doing out here, little girl?" He licked my ear lope. A gasp escaped my lips and I shrank away from his touch. I turned around to face him, my eyes pleading him to just leave me alone, to let me continue my journey through this empty, meaningless life as penance. He grabbed for me again and I dodged.

"Please, please, just let me be . . . please . . ." I whimpered as I stared into the hungry eyes of my predator, backing away.

"What will you do?" He laughed, grinning broadly. "Try to kill me?"

I had reached the end of the alley. I shrunk against the corner, lowering myself to the ground, knees to my chest and hands over my ears. "No . . ." I whispered. "No . . . No more killing. I won't kill anymore. I won't hurt anyone." I shook my head wildly, feeling the tears roll down my face, but I didn't bother to wipe them away, I was too scared to move. If I moved, the man could be dead the next second.

Rain continued to pour around us as he walked forward, "That's right, you won't hurt me. Now just calm down." He dropped next to me and reached out for my shoulder.

"NO!" I screamed, my dried mouth making my words come out uneven and cracking. "Don't touch me! Please . . . don't touch me!"

"Calm down." He instructed. "It won't hurt a bit, I promise." As he reached out again I yelled once more.

"Don't touch me! Don't touch me!" Tears streamed down my face in floods. Did he not understand? Why couldn't he just leave me alone? "Touch me and you'll die! Please . . . Don't die! . . . please . . ."

"You can't hurt me." His hand was now on my cheek and lowering.

"NO!" I squirmed away from him, but he continued to touch me. Why couldn't he just let me go? His hand must be burning from touching Hell's Queen. "You'll die! Don't die! Just let me go, please . . . please!"

His hand was now caressing my chest and a smile was on his face. He came closer and my eyes widened in fear. I did the only thing I could without hurting the man, I screamed. "NO! Don't die! Don't die! Just leave me alone! Leave me alone! Leave me alone!"

A sound whistled through the air with the force of a hurricane that exploded right above our heads, contacting the hard concrete and leaving a dent. The man looked up with fear in his eyes. They connected with that of an Asian man's. His stare was fierce and unwavering. He stood braced for an attack and held his gun out prepared to shoot again.

"Get off the woman." His voice was cold an emotionless. When the man didn't move, he repeated himself, a growl in the back of his throat while he clicked his gun. "Get off the woman."

Another shot rang through the air. "I won't ask again." The man thrust himself off the ground and darted out the alley, his legs flopping all over the place and his arms swinging like a mad man.

The Asian snorted and put his gun into his belt. He came to me, his hand reaching out to me in the rain. I shivered and melted away from his hand, watching the rain drops land and splash off of his tan skin in awe of the beauty. But he reached closer and I slid against the wall, almost as though I wished for it to consume me.

I curled up into a ball with my knees to my chest and hands over my ears. I rocked back and forth with tears streaming down my cheeks. I couldn't hurt my savior. It would be best if he just went away. Maybe if I didn't acknowledge him, he would just turn and leave. However he reached closer.

"Weak onna." He grunted his eyes looking down on me, sending a chill through my spine. "Grab my hand, I'll help you up."

I shook my head. I didn't want to touch him. I couldn't hurt my savior. But instead of him leaving me alone, he reached for my wrist that hovered over my ear.

"Get up." He grunted.

Fear flooded through me. He was going to die. He touched me, he touched Satan's spawn. I couldn't let that happen, he deserved to live, he helped the undeserving. I screamed at him, he had to let me go. "Let me go! You'll die! Don't die! Let go! Don't die!"

"Stupid onna! I won't die!" He growled.

"I'll kill you if I touch you! Please, just let me go! I don't want to kill you . . . I don't want you to die. Please . . . please . . . don't die." My voice turned to a whisper and he looked at me in confusion. I screamed one last time at him, filling my lungs, I screamed, "Don't die! Don't-"

Before I could finish, he closed in on me. He wrapped me within his grasp, comforting me with strong arms and I found myself resting my head on his chest. I tried to wriggle free, but he was much stronger than me. I felt his chest rumble as he muttered something that sounded like, "Damn onna, calm down, I won't die."

I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. Instead, I cried. I don't know how long, but it seemed like an eternity that this stranger comforted me for. Exhaustion swept over me and I only noticed one thing before black filled my vision.

It stopped raining.

Hope you liked it! Please review, tell me what you think and what could be improved. Thanks!

Stained Glass