Growing Up

amazongirl.747

summary: Four best friends called themselves the amazon quartet. Now their daughters continue the tradition. The origonal amazoness die, the girls are left to fend for themselves. The hardest task ahead of them is being able to stay together as a family.

i dont own sailormoon

Celecele stood in front of her vanity in her undergarments inspecting her progress in weight loss. Yes she did lose weight, but instead of sliming down to the glamorous size 0 worn by models, she was disgustingly skinny. The weeks of fasting showed on her torso as her rib cage was almost completely visible. Her arms were slim and limp. Her skin lost its caramel tan and faded to a sickly faded white. The worst feature was her eyes. Eyes full of authority, strength, beauty, and grace lost their luster and became lifeless and broken. Not only was her beauty gone, but her passion fled as well. She never cooked or grocery shopped like she used to.

Celecele's activities included reading beauty magazines, reading beauty magazines, and crying after reading beauty magazines. Every so often she would eat something when the hunger would become unbearable. But slowly she became numb to it, just like everything else. Everything was available in the comfort of her own home, which really was no comfort at all.

Now on the other hand, Basubasu spent most of her time away from her so called "home." About a week after meeting Taylor, they hooked up. The only reason she stopped by the house was to grab some clothes or money her uncle sent her. Well, that wasn't the only reason she stopped by. The truth is, she still loved those girls, whether she could admit it or not.

By now, Taylor's friends were her friends, well she thought. Despite their lack or morals, manners, self-respect, she tried to like them. By now they were all she had, and who she lived with.

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Junjun sat in the bathtub with scissors in her right hand, and her left outstretched before her. She was sobbing hysterically at the physical and spiritual pain.

Blood stained her tight black jeans and dropped to the bottom of the bathtub.

The weed wasn't enough to keep her from depression. It helped at one point, but getting stoned didn't fix her depression. To Junjun the only thing worse than depression was being stoned and depressed at the same time. By now, everything faded into an eternal dumbness as her intellect and reason slowly faded. Her once strong will faded. It wasn't a "yes" or "no" any more, it was just "whatever."

She dropped the bloodstained scissors and grasped her left arm. She sank lower into the tub and continued crying.

--

Celecele heard the front door open and slam shut, and ran to the door of her room to see who it was. She wished it was Basubasu for she missed her more than imagined. She was her best friend.

Celecele walked in the kitchen to find Basubasu digging in the refrigerator. She grabbed a granola bar, sat down at the table, and attempted to eat it.

"What the fuck is this? A hellhole? There is absolutely no food?"

"Well sorry to disappoint you, I guess we are not up to your standards," Celecele snapped back.

"I didn't ask for your damn comments,"

"You didn't say I couldn't speak."

"Just shut up anorexic whore," Basubasu snapped, as she stood up from the fridge exposing her revealing attire.

Even though she was upset and hurt, Celecele still retaliated. "You should talk. Oh, the strip club called, they want their costume back," she said commenting on her low cut halter top, bare midriff, and unbelieveable short jean skirt.

"Just go fuck yourself," Basubasu said as she walked out of the kitchen.

Celecele followed her out, after throwing away her uneaten granola bar.

"Where are you going?"

Basubasu turned around to face her, "Taylor's apartment, he's having a party tonight. Oh wait a minute," she said mockingly, "is that any of your business? Oh that's right; you're not the motherfucking ruler of the universe. Bu-bye." She turned to the front door to leave but was stopped by Celecele.

"Basu wait, I don't like Taylor."

She turned once again and said mockingly, "You didn't get the memo? He's my boyfriend, why do you need to like him."

"Look I have a bad feeling about him, I know this guy is not good news."

"Why should I take advice from you? It's not like you know everything about guys. If you did, you would be dating John now wouldn't you."

Celecele ran upstairs. She fell on her bed sobbing hysterically.

Basubasu's eyes followed her till she was out of sight. For the first time in weeks, her eyes had softened and for a second the old Basubasu was apparent. She snapped back to reality, grabbed her stuff and left.

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An hour after Basubasu left, Celecele had finally begun to stop crying and ponder what Basubasu last said to her. She was wrong. Celecele knew almost everything about guys. She could read them like a book. She could predict their actions to the tee. But, for some reason, this was not the case with John. He was completely unpredictable, and she had no way of knowing what his actions or words would be next. She, for once, was completely at a guy's mercy. What was she feeling? Was it love? No. It was impossible, according to all her magazines. She could even tell if someone was in love or not. Why did she not know whether she was feeling this emotion? Celecele, queen or love and master at relationships was at the mercy of her subject of expertise.

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Parapara sat up from the sofa with tears in her eyes and looked to where Basubasu stood not to long ago.

She had heard the whole thing.

She grasped the pillow tighter and cried into it.

'I'm all alone. No one will talk to me, no one will play with me. Where did everybody go? Why did Basubasu leave? Why did mom leave me? Everything was perfect. Why?'

-flashback-

5:00 pm

It had been a perfect day. 4-year-old Parapara and her mother walked around downtown. A huge crowd of people pushed through them, separating them.

"MOMMY!" Parapara reached out to her, tried to grab her outstretched hand, but was pushed away by the wave of people.

"PAIGE!" Patricia reached out to her daughter. She was so close, but when she could just barely feel her daughter's small fingers when she was forced away from her.

To Patricia's relieve, the crowd of people slowly cleared. But to her distress, Paige was nowhere in sight.

"PAIGE!" she continued calling and ran to find a policeman

--

"Mommy, where are you? Why did you leave me? I'm lost, and scared."

Paige wondered the streets crying. It had gotten dark a little while ago. There were strange people all around her. Everything was so terrifying. To make her troubles worse, it had begun to rain. She ran, trying to find a place to take cover.

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10:37 pm

5 and a half hours and Paige was still nowhere to be found. On top of that it was raining.

Patricia walked over to a nearby bus stop and sat down and cried. Something was strange though. Not only did she hear her breathing and the rain, but she also heard something else. She stood up and looked underneath the bench.

"PAIGE!" she shouted and reached for the small figure underneath the bench.

"MOMMY" she held on to her mother and never wanted to let go.

"I'm so sorry Paige. I promise I will never let you go, ever."

-end of flashback-

'Mommy, you broke your promise'

a/n this is a little shorter than how i tipically write my chapters. chapter 9 will hopefully be longer. well theres chapter 8, all i have left is 9, 10, and the epiloge...almost done. NOW its time do to your part and REVIEW