p.s. This is not a crossover of any kind. Please don't use Kaumi, he is my character based on a real person.
Disclaimer: I own my mind, I own my story, I don't own these characters. I am borrowing them and will return them, slightly worse for wear and altered a little maybe, but will hopefully give some people a little peek at what I believe is going on inside the main character's head. So don't sue! xx" I'm a poor college student and can't afford a lawyer, so I just don't think it's worth the time and money, y'know? oo" Enough babble, more story! Oh, and I don't own Bon Jovi either.
It's My Life
WildRose04
It was snowing as Makoto walked down the streets of Crystal Tokyo. The thousandth year of peace was nearly over. Makoto knew it, Pluto and Saturn knew it, Usagi knew it. The reason Makoto wore a frown as she walked was that Usagi didn't care. Chibi-Usa had yet to go back for her training, despite the many times Makoto had yelled at the queen. She believed that nothing would happen, and if it did, the ginzuishou would save them again. Unbeknownst to Usagi was that it would fade when the year ended. Then it would be up to the Senshi. At least, the five of them that could fight.
The Inner System court were all pregnant. At different stages, but all three too far to fight. Sailormoon would be non-existent without the ginzuishou. And the Asteriods were of no use; Makoto was using her little bit of spare time to train them. This was why she was heading toward the palace this cold day.
"Who goes there?" A slightly masculine voice rang out clearly in the cold air.
Makoto looked up the palace wall, the hood of her red velvet cloak falling back. "Someone for you to skewer on that Arkansas Toothpick of yours", she retorted as Sailoruranus jumped down, deftly landing in a kneeling positon in the snow.
"Funny, Kino-san. So funny I forgot to laugh." Haruka was a blond woman of slight, but muscular, build. She towered over Makoto by several inches, but still showed her great respect. Haruka knew about Makoto's past. Makoto wasn't sure how she knew, but recognized this as the source of that respect.
"Who is it?" said a mature, feminine voice. "Oh, konnichiwa Makoto. Here to babysit the Brat Quartet again?" Michiru, Sailorneptune and Haruka's life partner, walked up. Late because she had probably been straightening her fuku and hair. Makoto nodded to the aqua-haired beauty and stepped through the gates as they opened, then closed for her. "The sea is moving in strange ways", commented Michiru.
"Yes it is, the wind carries a heavy unrest with it. But it is distant right now. So," Haruka turned to Michiru with a grin on her face, "where were we..."
Makoto froze in shock seconds after stepping into the courtyard. The Asteroids, the rag-tag team of girls Usagi had shown mercy to after Neherina died, had Sailorsaturn hogtied and gagged and were dancing around the bound senshi. "Enough!" rang out Makoto's voice as she stormed toward the group. All four girls froze and Hotaru looked up hopefully at the approaching thunderstorm called Sailorjupiter. "What in the world do you four think you are doing? Line up for inspection, now!" Makoto walked by the four, hands behind her back, a real dictator in silk and velvet. "Ceres, straighten up! Pallas, stop making faces! And for the love of life, Juno, let go of Besu!" These orders were ignored, as usual, frustrating Sailorjupiter to no end. No matter, they would suffer for it later. "Alright, look. Today you are going to learn how to act civil in public. As you all know, the queen holds daily audiences with the public in the throne room. We are going to be standing duty, despite how her Majesty hates it, and you will be silent and observe good behavior for the next five hours. Any questions?" Pallas raised her hand.
"Will we be able to play with Usa-chan today?" Makoto stood tight-lipped for a few moments, thinking.
"The princess is with her tutor this afternoon. I am sorry, but no. Now come on, we're late."
The last seven hours of her life had been pure hell. Besu chased Juno through the crowd, knocking down ten people. Pallas snuck off to find Chibi-Usa three times, forcing Makoto to search the whole palace for her. The grand finale of it all was when Ceres jumped into King Endymion's arms, pronouncing her undying love for him. They were dodging lightning and doing up-downs for two hours straight after that. Makoto's roommate, Kaumi Shirou, walked through the door then, breaking her train of thought.
"Hey love, tough day at work?" he joked, recieving an icy glare from the green-eyed senshi as an answer. "Fine then, be a bitch. Guess you don't want to know what I bought today," Kaumi continued. "It's actually for you. But hey, if you don't want it there's probably a more deserving girl out there." Kaumi grinned at Makoto, making her want to kiss him and rip his throat out at the same time.
Kaumi and Makoto had met through friends; one of Makoto's few aquiantances outside of the Senshi had married Kaumi's best friend. They became instant friends and were now sharing an apartment as close to the palace as possible. Kaumi had come up with the idea one day, giving the excuse that it would save them both money. Makoto hoped it meant more, but so far it seemed she was wrong.
"Take a picture, Mako-chan. It'll last longer." She blushed. Kaumi had caught Makoto staring for the third time that night.
"I'd never take a picture of you, Kaumi. You'd break the camera.", she shot back. Kaumi pushed her gently, soon recieving a shove back. This continued for a few minutes until...crash. Kaumi had gone flying into the couch, tipping the piece of furniture and himself on the floor.
"Excellent fall, but I'd only give your landing a 9.0" Kaumi glared as he got up.
"Shut up and help me put the couch upright, will ya?" Makoto only grinned.
"You're the big, strong guy, you put it back." This was said as the apparently young woman walked around the fallen three-seater to help her friend.
"One, two, three", they said in unison, tipping the couch back onto its legs. Soon after, both were asleep in seperate bedrooms, each dreaming of the other.
It was colder today. The date was December 16, 1000 A.F. Christmas was coming up soon, but Makoto wasn't worried about that; it was New Years that wouldn't leave her alone. They had fifteen days left at most, and the Asteroids weren't near ready. Haruka and Michiru had disappeared a few days ago, and Setsuna was sick now. The worst part was that nobody knew what she had.
"Kino-san, thank Kami-sama you're here." said a small voice. She looked down to see the owner of the voice, Chibi-Usa, tugging on her cloak. The name meant "Small Rabbit", and fit the girl perfectly with her mother's short stature and the telltale odangoes of the Moon line. The only way to tell the difference between mother and daughter would eventually be the hair and eyes.
"Why do you say that, Small Rabbit?" replied the velvet-clad form.
"It's Puu. She keeps mumbling about a gate and won't stay in bed. Papa found her collapsed in the hall I can't go in." Makoto stopped walking, the young girl bumping into her.
"Have you taken her henshin stick?" The pink haired child shook her head.
"Momma said not to because it would take the magic away from it. Why?" The girl recieved no answer as Makoto ran for the palace doors.
"Where is she?" Makoto had just been to Setsuna's room to find it empty. "Where is my Sensai, dammit!" She pushed aside a group of courtiers; flatterers trying to gain favor with the queen.
"I don't know what you are talking about, Sailorjupiter. Sailorpluto is lying in bed where she belongs." Usagi sat calm and cool on her throne, the perfect Ice Queen.
"Don't give me that, Usagi. She's gone along with her henshin stick. You knew she wouldn't abandon her post as long as there's breath in her lungs!" Makoto was furious. Setsuna, loyal to her job until the end, was now missing. Yet Usagi, the champion of love and justice long ago, was acting oblivious to this fact.
"Calm yourself, Sailorjupiter. She is a sensible woman and knows when to stand down. Especially to sickness." Makoto grabbed the queen's slender shoulders, shaking her harshly.
"My name is Makoto, not Sailorjupiter! This isn't your little dreamland any more, Usagi. This is a real as rain crisis that won't go away. Setsuna could be fucking dead in a hall somewhere, and all you are doing is sitting there entertaining these snobby little bloodsuckers that want nothing but power and money while your world suffers and the ginzuishou grows paler every day. Have you noticed that yet, Usagi? The crystal is dying, just like the peace. Now wake up and do something before this all crumbles at our feet. Dammit, I will not die for your ignorance. I will not!" This little speech was finished as Endymion finally suceeded in pulling Makoto off his wife and pinned her to the floor.
"Stop this foolishness, Sailorjupiter. The ginzuishou is just as strong as ever and nothing is going to happen when the new year comes. You seem stressed, dear. Why don't you go home and rest." Usagi was standing above her by this time and was reaching to touch Makoto's face. Makoto bit at Usagi's hand, forcing her to retract it quickly.
"What has happened to you, Usagi? You used to be so kind and good. Now all you are is a brokendown hero." With this said, Makoto kicked Endymion off, stood up, and stormed out. A figure in the shadows watched the whole thing and stealthily made its exit behind the aggravated senshi.
A week passed, and far too quickly. Setsuna was dead; Makoto found her a hallway away from the Time Gateway and had brought her home. She and Hotaru took turns sitting with Setsuna and guarding the continuem. It didn't matter in the end; Makoto had come home on Thursday to find Hotaru crying. Minutes later, paramedics came and left, taking the body with them. The funeral had been on Saturday. Now, Setsuna was lying in cryostasis and the city was in mourning. Soon Makoto would have to take her place as the new Guardian, but for now she had other things to take care of. It was nearing time for the holidays, then the New Year. They had to get the Asteroids ready to fight, because no one else could. It was down to an ancient entity, two lovers, a girl, and four children. Only a miracle could help them now.
Yes, I know this thing is fairly shitty. Please be merciful, I was a...holy shit, a freshman in high school when I wrote this. That's over four years ago people. Unfortunately, editing hasn't helped it much since I had to be careful not to change the entire damn thing. Anyway, review, slam, flame, whatever. At this point, I'm just grateful you read it.