B DISCLAIMER: /B This particular chapter is a bit darker, so I'll rate it R for allusions to dark stuff. If you're confused, I recommend reading "Might as Well Be on Mars" at Psychosis. I'd like to thank Cao over at http/www.bymoonlight. for beta-ing this sucker. Oh yes, one more thing: I don't own Sailormoon or any variant. I don't want to.

Naoko Takeuchi does. Good for her. I personally dislike what she's currently done with it. SailorAnubis however, is mine. Please don't use her without first contacting me. If you ask politely, I probably will say yes. Anyway- Enjoy the fic. Questions and comments can be sent here: http/home. Pocket Full of Ultra-violence /B

I Chapter 3: Bad Place Alone /I

The first thing Narky did was kick out. The heel of her bare foot connected hard with what she supposed was a man's chin. She sat up, ramming the meat of her palm against the man's chest and aiming for his sternum. He gasped as air was shoved from his lungs, heart aching. Fingers bunched on both of Narky's hands and darted just under his broad shoulders, sending needles of pain along the highways of his synapses.

In a blur, his hands rushed out, moving to steady Narky into place. She screamed, thrashing with more force then she had exerted thus far. Tears welled in the small corners of her large eyes, her lids clamped painfully tight.

"ANA!" Barked the man. Narky jolted, fear sending shivers all through her. She stilled, apart from a constant full body tremor of horror, and allowed him to push her tenderly back onto the bed. As Narky reclined, she sobbed, tears slipping out from between her eyelids and resting in a pool in the shell of her ear.

He stroked her tummy. It hurt. It felt like it was being pinched and torn open all at once. She trembled.

"There." He cooed. "Better hm? My little Ana...You're all better now."

Narky hiccupped, causing her body to jerk slightly. "P-...Please..." She felt her lower lip tremble and dug it between her teeth in order to steady it. "I'm scared. Please don't hurt me. Not again. Not again, Corrin. Not again! Not again not again not again not again!"

Narky recalled the fall of her home planet, and how a charming soldier succumbed to the psychosis thereon. He passed it to her through breaking her body, stealing her princess-borne perfection and innocence. It killed her, in a way.

The man Narky had dubbed "Corrin" blinked, followed by tilting his head. "Hurt you? Ana?" Corrin paused. "Oh. Oh my Go-...Ana...Ana I'm so sorry."

Narky felt a weight upon her stomach and chest as Corrin leaned in to embrace her. Atop of her, Narky could feel the man shiver with self contained grief.

"I'm sorry. But- but we're re-born now and I'm not crazy anymore. What I did ...I wasn't right in the head."

Narky shuttered at his touch, opening her eyes quietly. "What happened to Jaycalor." She asked in a dull tone, eyes focused on the ceiling that was so high up and far away.

"It-..It was destroyed. We all died. Y-..you escaped somehow. I don't know. It was after I died. SailorMercury found you in a Jaycalorian status pod."

"When?" Narky queried with no emotion whatsoever.

"Mm...the time of the 21st century. I think. Oh Ana, I'm so glad you're ok!" Corrin held her tighter.

"No." She murmured. "No. This is wrong. Where's GreyHaze an' Sickle an' DuckDuck an' the Asylum! Where are they!"

As she spoke, Narky could feel the pressure on her chest fade as Corrin rose. "Shh-shh..." The man who smelled of gun smoke brushed his finger tips along her forehead and down her nose, bringing them across her lips and down her neck. "It was just a dream. A horrible nightmare."

"...A dream?" The confused young woman closed her eyes again, exhaling through a shuttered breath. She remembered what Princess Ana in her head had to say. Narky was at a crossroads. Life how it was meant to be? Or life how it supposed to be? That made sense, really. Hold on to the past that she thought was, or live in the present...how it is. Was it all a dream? No...no, wait...How could she forget...

..her daughter...?

Her eyes shot open and turned to Corrin.

"I had a daughter."

Narky watched as the man's eyes turned sad. "...No. You never did. We've tried, remember?"

"Tried?"

"Y-...you can't-..."

Something vindictive inside Narky's head laughed. She knew for a fact she wasn't barren. A woman knows these things. If her and Corrin had tried, Narky supposed that perhaps the fault did not lay with her.

Oh, what a big, strong soldier Corrin Lightstalker was indeed.

"Oh." Was her polite reply. Directing her eyes to her sheet-covered knees, Narky turned away. "I think I'd like to sleep now again, Corrin. My head is fizzy and needs to get flat, like fountain soda. An' I wanna be alone." With that comment, Narky curled up on her side, pulling the blanket over her head, hiding from this perfect world.

Narky awoke to a smooth, cold and wet touch. She stirred.

"Morning." Spoke a smug voice. "You were sweating, having nightmares. She-the-holy-Queen-of-all-that-is-pure-and-good-and-sterile sent me in here to check on you, make sure you're comfortable."

She turned, hugging the extra pillow closer to her stomach. "I've been having bad dreams." Narky muttered that half-asleep way, eyes still closed. "What's a dream anymore? I don't remember. I thought...I thought I had...a family?"

"Well, you do, a very exclusive one really." Supplied the care-taking voice. It was female, and had a lick of cynicism in every tone. "I've been trying for centuries to make them pleased with me. Enough to be oh-so elite. But Hell, I ain't a senshi or a princess for that matter."

"Mmnnm..." Came Narky's reply.

"Sorry." The servant girl apologised regretfully. "I'm just venting. You're not the person who needs to hear this garbage. Can I get you anything?"

"No need for appy-polly-logies." Groaned Narky as she forced herself to sit up. Her eyes were still closed and she raked her fingers through her long, now itchy hair. "We feel what we feel. Even princesses and senshi." Running a hand over her eyelids, Narky forced them open to look at her companion.

Long silver hair cascaded down the tall woman's back, held tight by a hair-tie. Silver eyes had a taunting sort of attitude in them. A thin mouth, one Narky recalled to be always smirking or scowling, was now saccharine and forced to be polite. Narky could see the whispers of resentment behind the smile.

Narky blinked, throwing back the covers.

"Y-..You can't...If you're here then...H-..W-..."

The servant woman turned to face Narky, her round, slightly pointed face was flawless, free of scars and rage carrying scowls. She looked puzzled.

"Colouringbookface...What happened to you...Haze...?"

Tues Oct 25 05 10:56pm