---Little tune plays from a moon shaped locket...locket is promptly shot. A gun cocks, and the camera pans to a smiling authoress.--- Hello! Welcome to my fanfiction. A general disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon, because if I did, Chibi Usa would not have existed. The only character that is mine is Miera, so keep you grubby SM obsessed mits off her. Thanks! ---A poof of smoke, and the story continues.---
Miera's eyes snapped open as she lurched into a sitting position, coughing wildly. It was almost as if she could taste the smoke from her dreams, as if the flames still surrounded her. A flashback of her past? Of her parents...? Tears threatened her, and she took a few deep breaths. No...not her parents. Not a flashback. This was something else...
Sliding from her bed, she padded barefoot across the tatami mats, the moonlight shimmering off her blue, silk kimono-like pajamas. Tying her long, black hair into a braid, her emerald eyes gazed out the window, past the thing clouds, the sky and stars, into space. Something was wrong, she could feel it in her mind. One hand touched her forehead, just above the area between her eyes, to a small white scar. The other hand touched the smooth surface of a crystal, which lay on her windowsill. The black stone glinted, and Miera turned, grabbing it and heading towards the door.
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"EMERALD!"
The tall woman waved her red fan, a smug grin across her face. "Sickening failure. I don't know why you were even one of us...You're just a pathetic traitor to the cause. Now, you will die a traitor's death, like the worthless mongrel you are!"
Rubeus watched miserably as his last hope faded away with a wild, insanely laugh...a triumphant laugh. Mocking him even after it was gone. He tried to find the power to stand, but through either fatigue or hopelessness...he would admit to neither...it was impossible. All that he could do was wait the inevitable.
"30 seconds until self-destruction," the robotic voice of the spaceship informed, telling him how much time he had left in this life. Even the stupid machines were taunting him.
So much for trying to obtain the Impyrium Crystal. So much for destroying the Sailor Senshi, and rising up through the snobbish, self-rightous views of his Prince. Of course, they could never see his potential; they couldn't see past their noses. A bitter flame of hatred stirred in his soul, matching the canabalistic inferno that waited to consume his flesh. The things he could have done...If only he hadn't been so obsessed with pleasing Wiseman. Briefly, he wondered if this is how his Four Sisters felt, and he mourned ever treating them poorly. How sorry one feels when the Wheel of Fortunae turns, he thought, closing his eyes.
"20 seconds until self-destruction."
The flames were even closer. He barely cried out when a pacth of fire flared, searing through his clothing and lashing across his right arm and face like a spitting snake. The skin crackled and he finally let out a whimper, crawling back from the fire. There was nowhere to run...his back pressed against a wall. Battered, beaten, and burned. Rubeus shuddered, pain finally swelling his senses. Death would be a gift...