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Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon or Gundam Wing, and right now I'm too lazy to look up who actually does. I'm just stating that it's certainly not me.

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Part 1: Ignorance

I have always been special. I didn't know that when I was little, but even then… I was different.

The thing is, even though I was a teeny bit more clumsy, a little more prone to accidents, and slightly strange things seemed to happen around me, I was happy. I thought I was normal. That I was like everyone else.

That idea went out the window when a cat turned around and started speaking to me.

I freaked. I mean, can you blame me? Here I am, thinking I'm a regular average girl, just like all my friends, but then… no, I'm not.

Ignorance is bliss.

Luna was a very ambitious cat. Not only did she talk, but she insisted on turning me into a magical warrior freak. I, girl-who-trembles-at-the-sight-of-mad-teacher-Haruna, who really is quite terrifying, am expected to walk up to evil incarnate and smite them with a glowing tiara while wearing a skimpy outfit. I am feeling very brave right now…

Now I had to deal with not only bad luck and clumsiness, but running into devils and aliens, all out to kill me with new devious plots, one more ingenious than the other, each day.

Swell…

Okay, so it turned out alright. Apparently I'm not that bad at smiting monsters, or more often: evil henchmen / minions clad in various colourful clothes lacking cloth. Magic and skimpy outfits seem to travel hand in hand these days.

I was actually so good at smiting the evil bastards that they kept coming back for more. I would have gotten swamped, but prancing about in short skirted armour and making speeches turns out to be an amazing way to meet new friends. Imagine that…

I now have a handsome fiancé and dozens of doting magical-warrior bodyguards, all who rant about how precious I am, how the world would be worthless without me and how they would die for me, then expect me to do all the dirty work. Much like Luna does, only less bossing, more worshipping.

Of course, being a skilled leader of magical girls fighting for justice does not grant me these perks. No, no, no. These perks come from being the reborn princess of a long dead kingdom, whose mother wouldn't let stay dead when she committed suicide over lost love. When it rains, it pours…

Suffice to say, we made it through. I ain't dead yet. I live to fight another day. And I mean 'fight another day'.

I have fought the past, I have fought the future, I have protected the outside from aliens, I have protected the inside from nightmares, I have won a war of loneliness, and been one with the universe and its stars. You'd think I'd run out of things to fight by now…

With each new battle, I've grown more powerful. With each new victory, I've become a little more different.

Please don't get me wrong, being a magical princess warrior was never something I dreamt about being when I was little. I wanted to be a bride, in a white dress with a pretty veil. I wanted to marry a handsome husband who was faithful to me, who loved me with all his heart and would buy me tons of ice-cream. Okay, the ice-cream bit was the child speaking, but my point was: I wanted to be normal, I had normal dreams like any normal girl with a normal life. And I was pulled from that dream kicking and screaming.

The funny thing is, I'm sort of happy. I have a future husband with an inferiority complex. I have a bunch of royal worrywarts for friends and soldiers. I have talking cats for advisors and a pink haired brat for a daughter. And I love them all with all my heart. For all their flaws, they make giving up my dreams worth it. Without them, I'm lost…

My heartache has always been the belief that I was once normal, that my difference came from a pussycat with Swiss cheese for brains, forcing me to become magic so that I might find myself. Yes, the irony is not lost on me.

Earth was never this active on the enemy hit list before Luna made me magic, and I tire of fighting…

Pluto told us Galaxia was the last. At age twenty-two I will develop some grace, become elegant and poised, and ascend the throne of Earth as Neo-Queen Serenity. Till then we will have peace. That is my destiny. And I deserve a couple of years of normalcy before I give it all up.

So why am I still stumbling into retched plots and muscled demon-women out for my life!

Everywhere I turn as Tsukino Usagi trouble finds me.

Yesterday I sat in a sandpit, playing with a little girl I was babysitting, and a mud-monster slid out and tried to swallow me. The day before I'd gone stargazing with Mamoru, it was really romantic, and we ran into a pack of werewolves. Last week I had three different encounters with possessed food. It's not funny!

Demons, devils, goblins, ghouls; spirits, youma, daemons, droids; you name it, by now I've fought it. Everywhere I go, they follow. And they grow more powerful as each day goes by.

My senshi are exhausted.

Pluto, miss I-know-everything-but-I'm-not-gonna-tell-you-because-irritateing-you–is-my-calling-in-life, is mystified.

Tuxedo Mask is running out of roses.

We all stopped sprouting speeches two weeks ago.

Coffee is our new best friend.

So we called a meeting / pyjamas-party…

"Usagi-hime, I think I know why this is happening."

Oh-oh. Considering how long Mercury, Neptune and Pluto have been working together on this, you'd think they'd be more ecstatic over solving this conundrum. When even Pluto has a long face like that, it's time to worry.

"Usagi-chan, let's recap what we know about you."

Sure, let's listen to my real life sob-story. Both of them.

"In your previous life you were born a princess, Princess Serenity of the Silver Millennium. When you were… er… a young adult," that's my Ami-chan, skilfully avoiding the fact that I was 442 years old when I met my Mamo-chan's past self, "you fell in love with Prince Endymion. When the Dark Kingdom killed him, you committed suicide."

"You were meant to die, Usagi-hime," little Hotaru-chan cries out, interrupting the storytellers, "Queen Selene-sama ripped you out of fates patchwork when she used the crystal."

The bulging eyes of two of the storytellers, Ami and Michiru, evidence of this being news to them, intrigues me, though the resigned sigh escaping the time-guardians lips shows that she had thought as much. Hota-chan's been keeping secrets. Naughty Saturn.

"Please continue Ami-san," murmurs Setsuna, massaging her temples.

"Yes, well," she continues, rather flustered if I do say so myself, "Queen Selene used the Imperium Crystal to send her daughter's soul into the future, to be reborn. That soul, and the crystal, merged with Tsukino-san's unborn child."

Michiru takes on the storytellers gauntlets, both of the water-senshi casting sideway glances at Hotaru as she continues, "We had thought that that might be why you were born…"

Both of them grimace rather nastily, searching for the right word.

"…different." Let's give an applause to Pluto. Only she would have the guts to say that out loud.

"Yes, different, but now that Hotaru has-"

"Moving on." Yes, a very stony gaze from Setsuna. Brrr…

"Then Luna came along, fourteen years later, and made you fight Metallia as Sailor Moon instead of as Serenity."

Luna gives an indignant huff, blushing under her dark fur. I'd probably do the same if somebody was pointing out my embarrassing blunders, but then again it happens so often to me that I've become rather desensitized to it all.

Michiru gracefully takes over, having a better memory of her past life than Ami does, smoothing her skirt of non-existing wrinkles, "The thing is, Usagi-chan, that there never was a Sailor Moon in the Silver Millennium. Luna forced you to create an entirely new magical body because she couldn't remember. And because you were… special… you didn't die."

I, myself, feel oddly detached from this titbit of information, but I can feel Mamoru's hands tighten around me as the other senshi gasp. Did it not occur to them before? And they call me odango-baka. Tsk…

"You knew all this, didn't you Usagi-hime."

This isn't a question, but a statement. Our revered Pluto-sama knows everything. That doesn't matter, I love her anyway; though that husky voice still irks me compared to my squeaky voice.

This is my life, my body, we are discussing here. Of course I freaking know!

When it becomes obvious that I'm not dignifying that with an answer, my royal stare, a frigid glare I don't get to practice very often, is answer enough, Setsuna stands up, Garnet Key-staff in hand. In the centre of the room we're in, a hologram of Neo-Queen Serenity takes form, a pretty little Earth in the background.

"You all know that at age 22, Serenity will be crowned Queen," Pluto narrates, "But why does she take the form of Serenity? Usagi is Serenity, and she already holds a place in this world. Why not ascend as Queen Usagi?"

Well for one, Usagi doesn't want to be queen. Not that Serenity does either, but she's better equipped for politics. Besides, what's this got to do with me constantly being attacked?

"Usagi-chan, can we perform a small test on you? Maybe you all will see where we're heading with all this," Ami asks, voice demure, pleading puppy-dog eyes settling on me. Rats!

Occupying the space where the hologram previously rested, I am urged to transform entirely into my Serenity-form. It's a snap to do, but being naked in front of a bunch of hormonal teenagers, several which are either male or lesbians, is not very enticing. I do it anyway. Anything for my Ami-chan.

"Do you know what this is, Serenity-hime?"

Senshi Pluto is pointing to an enlarged mirror, covered in frost, which is probably Mercury's touch. The frame continuously morphs, liquid metal slithering to find new ways to combine, altering between the Neptune mirror, and Pluto's gazing mirrors, the ones she uses to spy on us from the time-gate. Only Mercury's ice is holding it together.

The mirror's surface keeps rippling, like the sea, and if you look closely, you can see ghostly people moving about, their images fluctuating. It's pretty, in a haunted sort of way.

"This is the Mirror of Fate, or technically it will be, once Mars blows her fire on it. Mars…?"

Rei herself, looks rather doubtfully at the item in question, but by Setsuna's order she transforms. If you ask me, that wasn't really necessary. Rei-chan is a Shinto-priestess, she prays to the fire, hell she is the fire. The fire Pluto needs doesn't have to be Mars's; spirit fire is spirit fire.

Looking into the mirror, what else did you think I was supposed to do with it, I see myself. I see Serenity looking back, and in the distance a more ghostly Neo-Queen. If I squint, I can see a third figure, a humanoid hidden within an ethereal white light. I like that light, it's the light of my star seed, the light of my soul. It's who I really am.

Pluto hums, satisfied, and I take that as my queue to detransform.

Where Serenity had stood, mostly alone, in the mirror, now stands thousands of ghostly Usagi's, all facing their very own mirror. They all stare back at me in surprise, and in the background of the mirror you can see the senshi's gaping reflections.

For a long drawn out second all we did was stare at each other. Then my reflections opened their mouths and a horrible keening wail broke across the room as all their voices melded together into a symphony of terror, making the very structure of Rei's shrine tremble with vibration. Each ghostly image pounded on their crystal prison that was the mirror, and slowly you could see cracks forming in the glass, racing across the surface, forming a spider web of lines.

The mirror shattered. If you look at it in slow-motion, you'll see a beautiful image. A broken image. Thousands of tiny slivers of glass falling in a graceful arc; a glint of light reflecting off every single piece, making them appear as drops of rain, sparkling as they fall.

Down they fall. Down, down, down. And idly I can't seem to help but wonder if seven years of bad luck will follow; after all, it's a magical mirror. I broke the Mirror of Fate. Does that mean I have no fate? Hotaru said that I was fateless from the day I was born. Does that mean I killed Chibiusa?

I don't want to see those shards hit the floor. I don't want to know that Chibiusa will never become a Lady. I don't want to know that everything I fought for was a lie. Because if I have no fate, than there will be no Crystal Tokyo, and I will have no future. Chibiusa will have no future, because Chibiusa will not exist. I would have killed a child. I would have killed my daughter.

If those shards fall…

Somewhere, in a corner of my mind that I never use, where I am different, I can see time slowing down. Somewhere in my mind, I can see my eyes glaze over from shock. Yes, I am in shock, aren't I? There is nothing we can do, nothing that can stop this breakdown. I am breaking like the mirror before me…

I can feel Serenity cowering, weeping in a corner at the thought of her loss. The loss of Serenity and Endymion's daughter. My daughter, that… is not my daughter.

I can stop this. I can stop the shards from falling. I can make Chibiusa, Small Lady, my daughter the pink haired child, come alive again. Because I am Serenity, Lover of Endymion, Mother of Chibiusa, Empress of the Earth, but Serenity is not me.

Suddenly, there are no shards falling. The million sparkles that would doom me, have stopped. The millions of Usagi's trapped in the mirror are gone. The wind is blowing, flowing through me. And now… there are two of me, and a million butterflies are circling my skin, making the wind pick up as they brush against me.

Serenity is no longer weeping. Standing there, tall and regal, she is looking at me, surprised. We have never met, this must be the first time she has ever seen me. But she knows me, just as I know her. Different life. Different memory. Same soul. And we both remember now. Everything.

Her hair is pale now, but once it was silver. Now she's a part of me as I'm a part of her, melded together, and the colour it dons is a pale platinum gold. Her eyes are brilliant pools reflecting the night sky, dark blue with flecks of silver for stars. She is wearing my clothes. Am I naked…? No, I'm covered in butterflies…

Why am I here? Why do I remember all? What am I? Millions of butterflies are crawling over my skin, and I feel nothing. My body is numb yet teaming with sensations as I look my soul in the eyes. If she is me, then who am I?

I am no longer Serenity, this I know in my heart, but I remember a life as her…

I remember my life as Usagi, but… am I her? Am I really still Tsukino Usagi, Rabbit of the Moon?

Who am I! What am I! If I am looking at myself, then where does that leave me! What… WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME! WHO AM I! WHO AM I!

"You are Yami no Hikari, Hanasu na Unmei, and always our beloved Usagi, Rabbit of the Butterflies."

Thank you, Pluto…

Praeceps:

Aaaaaaaaand we have the first chapter. Jippi for me!

Okey, this was my attempt to correct mistakes. If it still came out wrong (scrolling wise) then I'm stumped on what to do. Let's cross our fingers that this'll work.

Oh, by the way, was delighted by the reviews I received, can't wait for more!

One last note, I'd like to hear what you think of this fic (don't all authors, eh?), and point out beforehand that complaints about OOC-ness and pairings will be ignored. It's going to be a Usa/Heero pairing, but to be honest I thought that was a bit obviouse from how I wrote the summary (oh well)…

Thank you for your attention.

Oh! And any spelling mistakes can be blamed on incompetent English teachers, and/or my spell-check program, because I, myself, am PERFECT! ;-P (and when I say I am perfect, I MEAN perfect. My daddy said so ;-P )

If you have any questions about the story that you find unclear, I will do my best to answer them, as long as I deem them of no harm to my present plot-line. I really appreciate all your ramblings (not in any way meant as insulting, just clearing that up), and might use some for inspiration if permitted, but for now I have my own agenda.

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Well that was all, for today at least, toodles! ;-D