Part Seven: Identity Crisis
Word Count: 387
They're in battle again, against some monster that no doubt would like to kill them all, and all she can think off is how much she'd like to sleep. Silly thoughts for a supposed superheroine, but there it is. Sailor Moon, defender of love and justice, punisher or evil, is dead tired and would rather be at home under the covers than in the park in the middle of the night.
The moon is covered by clouds tonight, and for that she is glad; its bright white light, streaming in through the crack in the curtains, always gives her strange dreams. Dreams of men who call her Serenity, dreams of crystal towers crumbling, dreams where she is falling and falling and no one catches her.
The youma continues to try and hit her, but dodging is her one skill; it's not much, as she is so often reminded, but she is grateful for it, as it keeps her alive. At least, until her klutziness catches up with her, at which point she goes flying, ready to be skewered-
-and he swoops down to rescue her, business as usual. She babbles out thanks, reaches for the tiara, throws, kills, and takes advantage of the fact that her fellow Senshi are distracted, burying her face in his shoulder. He's warm, and she wishes she could stay with him, but he's already letting her go.
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Three Senshi sit in a room, a bowl of untouched popcorn in the middle. A cat is sitting on the table as well, a cat with a way of seeming almost human. She speaks, black fur on end.
Suspicion runs rampant. Who is the masked protector?
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In the rain, a schoolgirl, unaware that she is the topic of conversation elsewhere, goes into an apartment complex through the back door. She creeps up to the door, knocking furtively, head ducked. She resembles a drowned cat, she thinks; not cute at all.
The door opens, and she scurries in, letting the door close behind her…peeling off her drenched, transparent uniform top and asking innocently for a towel…
She sneezes, and he complains about the irresponsibility of not carrying an umbrella; they don't realize what's coming. They're too busy trying to understand themselves…
The other Senshi know nothing of the mysterious, subtle pull of blue eyes.
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