Disclaimer: i only own my own characers villians ect. I don't own the cannons of Sailormoon.
"We cannot possibly keep her, Lena." Her mother told her, "We barely have enough for ourselves! We can't possibly take care of her too!"
Lena looks up at her mom's angry magenta eyes with her own emerald eyes. "She has no one else, mama! How can you throw a poor child like that out?"
Her mother paced back and forth, angrily doing her own chores, "Because we have no money! We are bankrupt, Alena! Does that mean anything to you!"
Lena stood and stares at her angrily, "I'm going to my room, and going to bed." She glares at her mother briefly before leaving.
A soft sigh escaped from the small girl watching them. She sniffs a little, and moves silently, waiting for both the mother and daughter to sleep. After they were settled, she moved silently gathering up a few meager things, such as a few shirts and pants, some money Lena had given her, and a few loaves of beard.
She moves to Lena's room and stares at the door with the note clung tightly in her hand. Stifling a small sob, she left the note, and left the bakery.
"I'm always a burden…" she whispers.
"Mama!" Lena went up to the older woman with worried eyes a small note clutched in her hand, "she's gone!"
Her mother looks over at her, "What are you talking about Lena?"
Lena frown a little, "The girl that was just here."
"Well maybe she left or something." Her mother said insensitively.
Lena got up feeling disgusted with her mother. Why did she stayed there? "you know what mother? I'm leaving. I'm going to find that little girl and I'm going to make a new life."
"you can't!" The older woman looked at her in shock. "Who would help me run the bakery and with tax time? Lena you can't leave me!"
But the younger woman was already moving getter her stuff, or what she cared to carry with her and a backpack. "You should have thought of that before I made up my mind." Lena gathered all her things and money and was heading for the door, her mother dogging her steps.
"Lena, be reasonable! What kind of life are you going to make for yourself out there?"
Lena rolls out her motorcycle, an old Harley from days long ago still in perfect condition. Her mother had told her it belonged to her grand father at one point and time.
"One with out you." She said swinging her leg over and looks at her. "Goodbye mother."
She revved it up and it roared to life as she took off.
Her mother was still yelling her name, "Lena…! LENA!"
"Hey there little girl." A gruff voice called from behind her. "What cha doin' here? All by your lonesome…?"
Elation didn't look back as she kept walking. Her shoulders were hunched a bit as if she could ward the man away. She kept a tight grip on her small bag and kept walking. Behind her she could hear his steps quickening to catch up with her.
"I said," He seemed to growl and caught her shoulder forcing her to stop. "What'cha doin here, little girl? Aren't you going to answer me?" he turns her around to get a good look at her.
The eight year old stared up at the tall man with frightened wide eyes. What did he want from her? Her childlike mind was working itself over to figure it out. "I…I…" She was trembling, scared of what he would do if he didn't like what she would say.
His eyes, one shut closed by a scar and the other the color of moldy bread, stared down at her with an evil gleam to it. " 'I ..I'" he mimics her, " I what? A little girl like you shouldn't be alone, should you?"
"N..No." She whispers.
He smiles, an unpleasant one at that. "You know what happens to little girls all alone in this world don't you?"
She shook her head vigorously.
He shook her a little, "You know what? I got just the thing to do to you."
"Wha-what's that?"
"You'll see."
It was another day in crystal Tokyo, just like any other. It seemed the events the day before was almost forgotten, had it not been for Ami working half-heartedly on the pod that was found.
So far, she had found soot and hair. It matched no one in the main database of the Palaces computer, which only farther her assumption that it was indeed from another world.
She sighs, she could be discovering other things and new ways of travel, but here she was, studying this empty shell.
She blew out, her blue hair ruffled a bit just as the doors opened.
"How goes it Ami?" asked the tall woman with dark green hair.
Ami looked over at the person she had admired for so long, "Well…So far all I got was that it's from another universe all together. But other then that I don't know…."
"Oh." Sestuna came over to peer at it. She looked inside of it and blinked, "Then what's this?" She asked pointing to an oddly familiar symbol. Three crescent moons back to back seemingly forming a flower.
"I don't know," She looks too, unable to believe that it was there. She had done and thorough search. So how could she have missed that? 'It must have been heat activated or something.' She reasoned in her logical head.
As soon as Setsuna went to touch it, dark energy crackled around it and zapped her.
"Ow! What was that?" She exclaimed.
Ami was already in work mode, "Computer do another thorough scanning of the pod." She orders as she took the taller woman's hand and looked at it. "Well there doesn't seem to be any wounds….So you should be okay."
"That was not normal energy."
Deep sapphire eyes met sober crimson ones, "I know."
Dark eyes gazed down at the city of Crystal Tokyo, "So this is the place…" The eyes flitted over towards the six figures, "It should be here…."
"I'm hungry…." The smaller figure mutters, " Can't we do this later?"
Another snorts in disgust, "You're always hungry Cronos." he says, "Why must you –eat- everything in sight?"
He shoots her a glare; "At least I'm not staring at a mirror all day, Medusa."
"Vanity, Gluttony, will you two stop your bickering?" It had been the one who had first spoken. She had long dark green hair pulled up in a messy bun with tendrils of slightly curled hair framing her face. Her skin tone was like dark chocolate with her light yellow eyes gazing at them. She was dressed in a black cat suit with a fur coat on and high pen thin-heeled boots.
Both of them looked at her, as did the others. "We have our objective here." She continued. "Gather enough to raise our master once more and find the focus key."
Hera Envy pouted as she folds her arms. She had a greenish tint to her pale skin tone. Her hair in light sea foam green ringlets with a spiky tiara on her head. Her lips, painted black, were full. Her eyes were unusual- the whites of it were entirely green while her pupil was solid black.
Her outfit was so dark green it was almost black. A tutu like skirt that had actual spikes with the top resembling more of a bikini top and her shoes were sandal like as well.
"What's so special about the focus key anyway?" She said jealousy clearly in her voice, "I mean anyone can be a focus too!"
The sound of wings rustling drew their gaze to their stranger friend. She was basically the most beautiful creature that even Vanity would have to admit it that Eros Lust looked like a fallen angel.
With white wings on her back and coca colored skin that seemed to shimmer when she breathes, Eros had raven black hair that were in mini braids that was so long it hit her mid thigh. On each bead were inscriptions that seemed African and Greek based letter (or pictures) on them.
Her outfit was simple: A bikini top that strained to hold her ample bosom with a bikini bottom. Both were white to emphasize her skin tone. Around her right arm was a silver armband that snaked up her arm. On her left leg was one that resembled the armband as well.
Her eyes were a deep and unearthly blue color as she watches them. " The focus is tuned to the power that humans have but are unable to use." Her voice was soft- but still had that husky bed room sound to it, " The pitch and tune will call our master to this world…the focus key never survives…"
"So, do you still want to be it?" Medusa Vanity raises a brow. He was lean and tall, dressed in a white tuxedo that looked similar to a prince's outfit. He had long lavender hair that was pulled back in a low ponytail. His eyes were the color of emeralds and his skin tone was a light brown. He held a golden hand mirror in his hand looking at himself then glances at them, "So, when do we do this."
Dionysus Greed looks over at them, "You know when, Medusa. You each have your assigned hosts, now get to it, Ares Wrath, Medusa Vanity, Eros Lust, Cronos Gluttony, Hera Envy, Morpheus Sloth, now go!"
Each one of them disappeared.
(r and r)