Author: sleepyguy1717
Rating: PG-13
Chapter: Part 1
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This is a re-make of one of my stories. I really didn't like it and thought I could do much better so I'm sitting down and writing it over. Complete revision. The characters and concept are still the same but hopefully it's better than the first. This is based on the Manga version of Sailor Moon and the Japanese Anime. It is owned by Ms. Naoko Takeuchi. The other stuff like, characters, concept, etc. is mine.
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Wakana Doi sat on the steps to the local Shinto temple, Hikawa Shrine, her auburn hair in two braids. The expression on her face was that of a down right bored schoolgirl, watching the grass grow. She chewed on a piece of grass like a natural country girl, going against her city girl nature. She was born and raised in Tokyo with her dad. Her parents were divorced and her mother traveled quite frequently. But this isn't one of those times when a girl misses her mother dearly. She hated her mother for leaving her. Flying to America because she was drunk, or on some new drug. Thank god for her father, the prestigious Japanese lawyer. That was all she could say.
Wakana was thinking of exactly this on that fateful day. Beside her on the stone steps to the Shinto temple was a letter. Written on her favorite Hello Kitty stationary, anybody who knew this broody, brown-eyed girl knew that she meant business. She chewed on her pencil carelessly as she stared into nothingness. A somewhat stern voice broke her trance.
"Excuse me?" Wakana snapped her pink pencil in half in surprise, spun around causing all her things to fly into chaos, and stood up just to fall again attempting to bow. She scrambled to her feet; her legs scraped up from the fall. A considerable amount of damage done in four seconds. A new record.
"Gomen! Gomen, Gomen!" She frantically bowed only to realize that she had made a mess of the stone walkway and began to gather her things like a mad woman. The woman responsible for the chaos interrupted her. The woman gently handed Wakana her things in a neat orderly pile. Wakana stared blankly at her stuff for a minute, realize she was being rude then looked up at the one so kind to help her. She worked at the shrine. That was apparent from her spic-and-span priestess robes. She had long and thick raven hair and hard brown eyes, but with a sense of motherly kindness in the iris. Wakana took her things, not even muttering a thank you, for the daze of her mysterious beauty had left her with know word for now. The priestess sensing the awkwardness started laughing nervously.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you. Eh hehehehe. Its just that well er, its windy and eh he my grandfather wanted to know if you wanted some tea. Plus we should bandage up your legs." She was obviously not very accustomed to talking to complete strangers. Wakana managed a nod and a thank you. She had lost all interest in the girl's strangeness that Wakana so desired. She felt...not strange but...not even cautious, but...it was a new feeling. And she wasn't sure whether she liked it or not.
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In the temple, Wakana had finally come to her senses, ignoring the strange feeling in her belly somewhat. After getting bandaged up, she continued to examine her surroundings. The room was very nice and elegant, but spontaneous enough to keep it balanced. The walls were made of wood as expected and the white screen doors were lightly decorated with flowers; real ones and painted on. She sat on a small pink pillow near the door, the priestess (whose name had been revealed to her as Rei Hino) fixing tea in the next room and her grandfather sitting right next to Wakana babbling about...well something. "A job!" He exclaimed as Wakana turned from the direction she was looking in.
She said somewhat nervously,"Eh I'm sorry sir. I didn't know you were talking to me. Gomen sir. I-"
"Ah hahahahaha!" The short man laughed hysterically. Even over the roar of laughter you could still here the old man's granddaughter sigh in the next room. "What is with this 'sir' business? Call me Oji-san! All my employees do!" All the poor girl could do is manage a shocked gasp.
"Oji-san!" Saved by the priestess. Wakana let out a thankful sweat. "I'm sorry. My grandfather over here has a weakness for pretty girls." All throughout this all of Tokyo could here the elderly mans protests, as his granddaughter removed him from the room. "I'm not even sure why I invited you in here in the first place. It was his request." At this Wakana flinched. Rei sensing something the matter turned to face the girl of fifteen years. Hurt, disgust, and confusion were all mixed in her eyes at once and the expression puzzled Rei.
"If I was such a burden you shouldn't even bothered. You are the one who interrupted my letter writing."
"Excuse me? Where is this coming from? You were idle at MY shrine!"
"It's open to the public until the hour of 6:30!" And with that she snatched up her bag and stormed out of the temple with a fury that would have surprised anyone who knew this timid girl. In that moment, as Rei cleaned up the room, her grandfather stepped out of the other room with a solemn expression on his face. Rei looked up, and as soon as the guilt hit her, knew what she had done wrong.
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Wakana sat in her kitchen table, occasionally picking up her pen, but putting it down frantically after a moment of time. Her two year-old brother, Toru, sat and looked upon the face of her perplexed sister. Unable to speak, all the small child could offer was an attempted hug of her leg. Wakana was snapped from her pondering state as she noticed her tiny visitor. Little Toru had enormous ice blue eyes that showed he would grow up to be a strong and powerful man. Yet there was a sense of understanding and sympathy that said his heart was as pure as snow. Like someone else she knew.
Wakana stood up, completely removing the thought from her mind. She released her auburn hair, which was once in a lopsided bun but now flowed, all the way down to her back. As she walked into the bathroom and closed the door she pulled out a pack of cigarettes from her back pocket. As she lit up she felt the warm heat from the bud on her fifteen year-old face. She knew it was a terrible habit. She blamed it on her mother. She looked up to only notice the sound of her brother outside of the closed door. She wasn't about to let him in.
As she inhaled the god-awful nicotine into her lungs, she fiddled with her lighter. The hot feeling on her rosy complexion soothed her as she closed her eyes. She felt the wind gently blow out the flame of both her lighter and her cigarette. It was dead. What a waste. She threw the stick of nicotine into the trash beside her and she stood up to realize that the breeze had come from the open window above her. She looked out into the dark night. The wind also seemed to calm her. She looked up at the stars with that thought. She always believed that up there was where she should be. Among the cosmos. Soaring through the great majestic universe, as a fiery wind.
"Wakana? Hey where are you? I brought food!" Her dad. She hid the pack of smokes in her back pocket and yelled a greeting to her father. As she went into the kitchen she shoved all of her papers into her bag. Including the piece of Hello Kitty stationary.
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Wakana walked out of the halls of Juuban High School that day feeling as "blah" as she did yesterday. The timid girl had few friends. Just her friend Misako who was visiting the states and would be out for a week. The girl was very shy and for the most part anti-social. She was in Choir and that was it. She did dance and took voice lessons outside of school. But that was of course private. Not with a group.
She walked through the courtyard only to hear the shrill and hysterical laughing of the school ditz, Usagi. She rolled her eyes at that. She had no serious problems with the girl. She was just like a fly. You try to swat it away and yet it just keeps buzzing in your face. She walked very fast to avoid being noticed by her group, which consisted of Unimo Gurio, Osaka Naru, Mizuno-san, and Kino Makato. Her auburn hair, which was again in braids (as it always is in school), flew behind her as she ran out of the schoolyard.
Wakana lived in the inner city of the Juuban District. Her route was not only very long but also very lonely and isolated. She didn't mind walking in solitude seeing as she didn't like most of the girls who attended her school anyways. She wouldn't even consider hanging out with a male until almost graduation. She walked down the sidewalk, which on a regular day would be filled with bustling people trying to make it to various appointments. But today it wasn't. The eerie chill of the vacant, dead streets crawled up her spine as she walked home in silence. What was wrong with her? She had always been afraid of social situations. That was for sure seeing her behavior at school. But she had always been very easy going underneath it all. Was something wrong?
She felt tipsy. Suddenly everything seemed to go blurry. Something was wrong with her. This was a sign of it. She never felt like this, she always seemed to be healty as a horse. Her eyesight was the so sharp to the point where she could have premonitions. She fell to her feet and searched around for a nearby bench. To her relief she found one quite quickly and pulled herself up to the wooden seat. She sat down; sick from some unknown cause. Everything was blurred as if she had just dived underwater, staying for an unbearable amount of time. She looked up at the swirling world before her. Just like the water. Makes me sick. But then, she noticed a stranger. She had a strange smile on, no a smirk. She couldn't manage to form words, but something told her that she didn't need nor want to.
The woman had long red hair, which went to about the beginning of her thighs. She wore black boots that came to about the same place as her hair, and a slinky leotard/bodysuit get-up. There was a giant slit down he middle that only had thin pieces of fabric stretching to one side. On her shoulders were sleeves made of black crow feathers, and on her forehead, a star tiara of some sort. Not to mention her colossal, black crow wings.
Wakana couldn't help but feel strange around this woman. Her fragrance smelled of burning flowers, which not only calmed Wakana from her strange comfort in fire but also irked her greatly. As the stranger leaned closer the smell became stronger and soon over powered her. She gasped for air and as soon as Wakana started to cough, the woman thrust her hands out onto Wakana's neck. She was losing air. She struggled to move her hands to strike her attacker but couldn't muster any strength. She started to fall limp as her time to pass had come.
"Mars Flame Sniper!" A blast of flame came from nowhere hitting her attacker. Two crows came and by Wakana's side, and that was the last thing she saw.
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It had been three days in the hospital. Wakana was finally regaining her strength back, taking charge of the hospital like the girl she used to be. She was domineering but it was in a shy kind of way that everyone fell right into. She may not have been very outgoing or charismatic, but damn she was a good leader. But it was all a play. Just to hide her true emotions. The truth was she was scared. She kept having reoccurring nightmares of two sprites calling her their princess and some distant planet bursting into flames at the hands of a soldier dressed in a sailor fuku. Could it have something to do with her attack?
Her attack had made the front page of six different newspapers in Tokyo, plus the news. Everyone was looking for the strange woman, which had been named as the "Death Crow". Everyone was looking, her father leading the search party of course, with all of the allies he had gained in the law business. But no luck so far.
It was late one night, maybe one o'clock a.m. when the escape happened. Wakana layed in bed as she watched the second hand tick on the clock. Being in a private room, the eeriness had gotten to her. She felt the darkness crawl up her still frail body and it tried to suck up her energy once more. She sat up. She had to do something. Even though she was doing much better she was still in no condition to go anywhere. But she didn't care. Anywhere but here would do. She could not withstand the ominous isolation any longer. With the strength she had gained back over the past three days she hopped out of bed, slowly moving towards the door. Locked. She cursed under her breath. She looked around for the next escape route. The window. She ran to it this time and unlatched it. Free, except for one problem. She was on the fourth story. But the temporary insanity of the ill girl had its own agenda. Without any thinking from the girl's actual mind she leaped out the window. She fell four stories and her entire life flashed before her eyes as the harsh reality of death struck her heart. And before she could even take a slip of the cool air she hit the ground.
She lay dieing on the cement, her head in a pool of her own blood. She stared blankly ahead of her, which she couldn't make out anyways. Just as she started to return to normal she did something like this. What was wrong with her?
"Nothing." As if reading her mind a reply came from behind her. She of course could not return an answer. The voice was childlike but then again sounded as if the person from whom it came from was wise beyond their years. Another voice giggled this one slightly deeper.
"It will all be okay soon," the deeper voice said. A glowy sensation sprang to life in Wakana's body. Suddenly all the pain that had happened to her was released from her body. She saw swirling lights surround her. Most of all black wings srung from her body for a few seconds before she floated to a standing pose, clothed.
She saw two figures standing in front of her. It was apparent they were twins of about twelve years old, each with long raven hair, very similar to that of the Shinto priestess. The both wore ballet leotards and shoes with bow on their lower back and on their shoulder blades. There was also a black star on the chest. The one with the lower voice had introduced itself as Phobos. She wore a dark red suit, while the other wore a dark purple. She was Deimos.
"We are sorry for pain we have put you through, you majesty. It will all be over now that you have awakened." Phobos said as both sisters bowed.
"Your majesty?" Wakana blurted out, very surprised. Not only had the title and all the chaos around her surprised her, but her sudden ability to talk also. But the biggest surprise when she looked down. She wasn't clothed in what she thought she was clothed in. Wakana was now wearing a red halter top that was connected to a black sailor skirt. On her chest was a white bow with a black star brooch adorned with fiery red feathers. The same bow (without the brooch) was on the back of her suit as well. White boots and gloves trimmed with red had also appeared along with tiara with a black star on the center.
"You are the incarnate of the legendary soldier of the air, birds, and fire. You are Princess of the planet Kronos, in the far depths of the universe, in a galaxy called the Shining System. With the sailor crystal of your planet, you are granted that start brooch that allows you to transform into the pretty soldier Sailor Kronos." This monologue was produced by Deimos in her higher voice.
"Another sailor soldier, Sailor Galaxia, ordered the demise of our planet, and the taking of Kronos' Sailor Crystal. This was done by a citizen of our community, Lead Crow, in hopes that she would in turn become a Sailor Soldier. The planet was destroyed and the crystal given to Galaxia. In turn Lead Crow was given a 'fake' sailor crystal. The Sailor Soldiers of this star system extinguished these forces, but now Sailor Lead Crow is back. Even with Galaxia gone, she searches for a Sailor Crystal. You must fight them and avenge our fallen planet." This came from Phobos.
All Wakana could do was stare. She could not believe what she was hearing. It was all so...unbelievable. She didn't know what to say. Her a sailor soldier? It just couldn't be. By no stretch of the imagination was it possible. And even if it was, she couldn't take this much responsibility onto her shoulders. She was a kid. She could barely handle life anymore. These words more our less came out of her mouth as she yelled at the two sprites. She quickly turned around, breaking the dimension/trance she was in and ran. She had somehow been healed, so she had to go somewhere. As she sprinted for nowhere in particular, she clutched onto the black star brooch as hard as she could.
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Ok so that's the end of part one. How did you like it? I feel like it was a big improvement over the original. Whew. Well I plan one more part to this story and maybe, possibly a sequel if I get enough good reviews. So I hope you liked it, and wait for Part Two: After Awakening. And e-mail me too.
-SleepS