Alone
Sailor Moon jumped from rooftop to rooftop, the wind flying freely through her hair. She felt refreshed, but she was till worried. The happening of earlier weighed heavily upon her, gravitating her towards the ground.
The scream pierced the night and she knew she was to late.
To late to stop the pain, to late to prevent the scorching burn of a heart crystal being torn from the soul.
She ran all the faster.
She needed to hurry.
And then she was there, staring at a tall black figure with thorns ripping out from all over it's body. It was terrifying.
"Moon Tiara Action!"
The Frisbee of light erupted from her fingertips. Flinging off into the distance and sliding through the creature's side.
Black blood ran free.
"Who are you?"
"Defender of Justice, I am Sailor Moon, and in the name of the moon, I will punish you!"
The thing stared at her with boredom for a moment before flicking a few seeds towards her. She felt her eye twitch in annoyance. Did this thing not know who it was talking to?
The Frisbee came back to her and she went to grab hold of it. Only to find she couldn't move.
Wide eyes stared at the creature in sudden fear. Had this been how the little boy on the ground had lost it's heart?
Looking at the child, she felt an image of Shingo pass through her eyes.
Tears ran rampant.
She hadn't been strong enough for Shingo and he'd payed the price. Now though, now this other child was going to fall victim to her weakness. To her uselessness.
Why could she never protect those she loved?
Crisis Make Up! Screamed her mind, and she felt the power of the chalice run through her blood. Electrifying.
A blast of white and the spell was off.
She snatched her face to the creature and brought forth a wand. Prepared to fight. To strike.
A blast of fire beat her to it.
"Venus Crescent Beam Shower!"
"Supreme Thunder Dragon!"
the attacks destroyed the seeds of the monster and she powered up her attack. Screaming the phrase that had wasted the woman from before.
"Moon Spiral Heart Attack!"
It dissolved into dust instantly.
"Sailor Moon?"
She untransformed, not feeling as tired as the last time she'd used the attack. Turning, she watched as her court, her friends, walked towards her. She felt the tears from earlier dry. But the sadness still overflowed.
"Usagi..."
"...
"Usagi, we have a present for you."
She looked up surprised. What were they talking about?
They each smiled one of those annoying smirks that made her back a way a little, before Minako pulled forth a box, crinkled yellow paper wrapped terribly and a lopsided bow falling off of it.
She took it and almost dropped it in surprise at the weight.
Slowly, and carefully she unwrapped it, feeling their amusement within herself.
However, when she did finally get it open, she bust out in uncontrollable laughter. For there, inside the wrappers, was a pink and purple spotted cat whose crescent moon appeared a tie dye between orange and brown. Large multicolored bows racked it's body, and Makoto's 'boy-magnet' pink nail polish glimmered from filled claws.
But that wasn't the best.
For, despite the small curls of hair ironed into lovely loops, it was the cat's face that made her eyes leak from uncontrollable laughter.
For his lips were colored hot red, and sparkling purple eye shadow gave the final effect.
"Arte-Arte- mi-mis..." she screeched, rolling on the ground at his appearance.
The growl the cat emitted only made her laugh harder.
Looking at her friends, she saw them smiling happily, discretely giving each other a high five. And she knew exactly what they were thinking.
Revenge was sweet.
Haruka walked into the damp cell and scrunched her nose annoyed. When she found out who had...
"Well lookie here guys, we got ourselves a newbie."
She turned to see a bunch of large men staring at her. She rolled her eyes and ignored them. She'd seen worse. Like that time in her old school when that gang had hit on Michiru. She'd knocked 'em up so bad they'd had been out for like a week...
These boys were nothing compared to them...
Besides, she was a Sailor Senshi! What could these fools do?
What indeed.
Mimete grumbled annoyed. Eugeal had lost them the chalice. Foolish woman, now they'd have to get it back AND bring about Mistress nine. How were they ever to do that!
She glared angrily at the computer screen before pushing her chair back with a soft screech.
The phone suddenly wrung and she picked it up quickly, knowing instantly who it was.
"Mimete speaking," she put on her sweetest voice as she spoke, clenching her fist angrily.
"Mimete, have you found the next target?"
"Yes sir,"
"Good, send out our newest creation."
"Of course doctor," she hung up the phone when his cackles screamed through the line. Sometimes he was a bit odd...
Shaking her head she moved out the door. Pharaoh 90 was coming, and with him she would be apart of the new world order. Those scholars wouldn't be laughing when she had them quivering on their knees. No, they wouldn't be laughing at all.
Setsuna spoke quietly to the judge, her voice almost hypnotic. The judge only nodded tiredly, dropping his head for moments at a time. Setsuna made no sign that she noticed, only the small spark in her eye betrayed her.
"And so, by all comprehendable conclusions, one must obviously be proportionating the extent to which the crisis..."
She continued the sermon in a monotonous voice so dull that her advisory was already asleep, his snores sounding like that of a trumpet through the brick room.
And then, he was a sleep, his head falling onto his arms and his eyes closing tightly. She spoke for a few more moments before approaching him. A smile playing against her dark lips.
She pulled the piece of paper from his grip and placed it silently in her pocket. It disappeared instantly. Billowing off in the small timeless pocket she guarded.
She then place a piece of scribbled paper under the snoring man's head before snapping his awake with a start.
"Judge Touya?"
"Hm, huh, what?
"I was just asking you whether you agreed?"
"What... I..."
"You were paying attention weren't you?"
"I-I- well of course I was!" he cried indignantly, his face flaming red. She nodded with a serious look.
"Of course, so you agree?"
He stuttered before proclaiming he did, indeed agree. She smiled full blown.
"Wonderful!" Clapping her hands together, the younger advisory awoke with a start.
"What... What happened?"
She turned to him with a smirk.
"Judge Touya has just agreed that my client, Tenoh-san, was not responsible for any of the crimes committed, and that she will be released immediately. Also, guardianship of Tsukino-san has just been given to myself."
"What I never..." sputtered out the judge, wide eyes at her.
"You did actually just now, you agreed to it all. Remember?"
"I- Well, I hadn't- I mean..."
He sighed in defeat and she smiled happily, nodding to the man and leaving. That had gone just perfect. And it'd only taken what, three hours?
She smiled and walked into the cool air conditioned hallway. It felt nice to be out of that stuffy room. Of course she'd asked for it on purpose, but that didn't matter now. Haruka would be released immediately.
And then things would be set back on track.
Still though, their was that one obstacle in her way. Namely a certain Earth Prince who could not get it in his head to stop messing up the time line.
Shaking her head she walked into a bathroom, the door swung shut before bouncing back open again. When it did, there was nothing left, but the soft scent of lavender and lilies. Completely void of life.
Now Tom Cherry knew he wasn't anything great. He was normal, wore normal clothes, ate normal food, had a normal family. Why he even had a normal job as a policeman! And he liked it that way.
He liked knowing that everything was going to be this way, and it would not deviate. Like that if you mix yellow and blue you will always have green, if you kiss a frog it will not turn into a prince, and if you matched some skinny little blonde with a bunch of muscle men the muscle men would win.
But for some reason today, yellow and blue were making orange, princes were popping up everywhere, and that little blonde was sitting atop a pile of bulky men.
Smiling tightly, tom opened the door, calling forth the blonde and leading him out of the cell. He watched two women meet him in the entrance, and he watched them make him change into something more appropriate.
Stalking off to the bathroom with a smirk, he returned quickly after. His appearance made Poor Tom's eyes boggle out even more.
For there before him stood a skinny little man, with breast... in a skirt...
