Finding home
Chapter 6
Disclaimer. Owning is to me, as cool is to professional wrestling. (its an analogy)
Author's new notes: Here it is. The climax. There is one more chapter, the conclusion, but before that, a response to some of the questions and reviews I've gotten from new readers. To those of you who complained that I haven't given the full story of the mangas: of course I didn't. At the time of the writing, the mangas hadn't even been completely translated. I had to hunt them down on the web. Nowadays Sailor Moon is such a staple that most people who write fan fiction on it haven't even seen all the episodes, or read all the manga. They base their fan fiction off of other fan fiction. They don't even know the true plot. For those who first read my work, when it first came out, how many actually knew the names of Nephrenia, the villain in the arc after Pharaoh 90? If you want to know the original work, than find it! Remember where the modern clichés originated from! GO back and really look at the roots of so many modern works. Anime has it's heritages, just like any others. If you really want to understand, than go back to the basics, and see how modern day genres have evolved. My work wasn't meant to restate the original, it was meant to offer an alternative. A possibility of the original two arcs interacting.
On another thread, the interaction between Galaxia and Ranma is right up there on my favorites as Setsuna and Ranma in "Finishing what you start". Galaxia is such a sad character. So alone, and poignant in her hopes. One last chapter left. Can you wait for it, those who have never read? Can you remember, those who have?
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"It happened when I was seven," I whisper. I don't know why I'm whispering. There's no one around us in this room. Just me and Galaxia. I don't know why I'm still in her lap for that matter, my head resting on her crossed legs, my body stretched out on the bed. She leans over me and looks into my face, her hair a golden curtain keeping the two of us cut off from the rest of the room. I think my reaction is a remnant of the Cat Fist. Or maybe I just don't want to move. I don't know. "My father was training me in the martial arts. He had heard about this invincible technique from a training manual he had stolen from his master. He wrapped me in fist sausages, and tossed me into a pit of starving cats. He did it over and over again." I feel so... detached right now. Normally, just the mention of that word is enough to send me shivering, but I find myself telling Galaxia about the experience now so calmly, like it had happened to someone else. "Finally, I cracked. If I spend too much time around cats to this day, I loose control and start acting like one."
"It sounds to me like your father was trash," she says, her voice husky, and as honeyed as her hair. I shiver a little at the sound of it.
She doesn't know that half of it. I don't like talking about all the things my father has done to me. Not just on the training trip. The abuse I could stand, the mistakes I could understand, and the training did make me stronger. All those I can accept. But his final act as my father...
"If I ever find him," I whisper, "I'm going to kill him."
When he had seduced Akane and ran off with her, abandoning me and mother, leaving some note about joining the school at all costs. That had been the final straw. Mother had begun hunting them immediately, her katana at hand. She had left the moment she had found the note, without waiting to say good bye, or trying to console me. She had left a note saying that the Saotome name has been dishonored, and than I should commit seppuka immediately. That had been the day I left Nerima forever. I still call myself 'Ranma Saotome," but I'm not even sure if I'm listed under living on the registry anymore. Mother had always been an odd one when it came to things like that.
"I see," she whispers back.
We're quiet for a bit, and than I ask. "Galaxia, what are you doing here?"
She's very quiet for a minute, her expression distant. "My home planet was very small," she begins. "Very remote. We were the only habitable planet in a very long distance. I was the only sailor in that solar system."
"Explain to me," I ask. "What are sailors? Why do they have so much power?"
Galaxia takes my interruption in stride. "Everything in the galaxy has a star crystal, even planets. They come from here: the Zero Star of Sagittarius. Planet crystals are different from regular crystals. They have to support all the other crystals, give the other crystals a place to dwell on. Sailor crystals are the same as planet crystals, only placed in the body of one that lives on a planet. It is the bearer of that special crystal that must protect the planet that they are born on to."
She stops for a moment and her hand makes its way to my face, stroking my cheek slowly. Then she continues. "I was born with one of those crystals. I was strong, so much stronger then everyone else on my planet. I came to realize that it must be some sort of mistake. How could I be so strong and forced to dwell on such a miniscule, unimportant planet? I left, and began my search through the galaxy to find the star I was meant for."
"What happened?" I ask. Why am I being so calm? I've never been in a position like this before (at least, not willingly) and it's kind of scary how easily I can accept it without freaking out. I turn my head a bit, leaning into the pressure of her fingers on my face.
"I searched for so long. I found nothing. I had begun to despair of ever finding my star, when it happened. A stranger in a bar told me where to find my star. When I got here... I found what lives here, and I found my answer."
"And what is the answer?" I ask.
"I wasn't meant to protect one star," she whispers. She leans a bit closer to me, her head drifting nearer mine. "I was meant to protect them all. They're all my stars."
I shiver. "There's more to it than that. Sailor scouts are meant to protect more than planets. Sailor crystals are representations. They symbolize acts and events," I'm talking in a low voice. I don't know what I'm saying, I can't control it. Its like a dam has broken in my mind and all of its coming out at once. "Time, silence, love, nature, fire, cold, sky, earth, creation, destruction, every abstract. For every intangible act, there is a crystal to protect that act."
"What are you talking about?" Galaxia asks, looking down at me from above, her expression uneasy.
I open my mouth to answer her, and stop. "I-I don't know. It just came out of me," I answer, stunned as she was by my words.
Her eyes narrow. "Like in the bar. Who are you, Ranma? I came to earth for two reasons. One of them was to find you. How do you know these things? What are you?"
I open my mouth to tell her that I don't know, but instead, "Now is not the time," comes out. I think she can tell by the look on my face that I don't know either. Her face is very near mine now. If I move it forward just a bit, we would come into contact...
And then we both stop talking for awhile
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When it was over, we both lay there for a time under the sheets. I lay on my back. Her arm is tossed over my chest, holding me as her chest presses against mine. Our legs are tangled together, as are the sheets over us. The strange calm that I had been feeling ever since I had woke up from the Cat Fist is still there.
Its strange really. I've had people try to seduce me before. They had tried pretty words, skimpy clothes, drugs, force, appealing to my honor, and other things. None of them have ever even come close to getting me. But here I am. And I don't regret it one bit.
Galaxia shifts against me a bit, her breath tickling my ear. She doesn't say anything, but I can feel her looking at me. I tilt my head a bit, and my eyes meet hers. She smiles slightly, and opens her mouth to say something...
A noise suddenly sweeps through the room. It was kind of like a crystal cracking or glass shattering. Galaxia's eyes widen, and then narrow suddenly. She gets up quickly, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, and moving across the room.
The room itself is pretty big. On a slightly elevated platform, with stairs leading up to it, is the bed. Next to the bed, below the stairs is a large full length mirror. On the opposite end of the room is an upright wardrobe. Next to the wardrobe is some kind of crystal growth. I watch as she strides naked across the room, to stop in front of the crystal. I get up from the bed too, and move to stand behind her, looking over her shoulder at the crystal. The crystal displays an image like a T.V. screen (not that unusual I've seen the type before). In the crystal an image of the Three Lights, in soldier gender, landing on the fringes of the Zero star. With them is some exotically dressed woman and...
The blond with the pigtails.
"At last," Galaxia whispers. "They arrive."
"Who are they?" I ask. Galaxia seems to start slightly, like she had forgotten I was here, and then moves quickly across the room to the bed, and where our clothes lay. She moves like she's completely oblivious to our nakedness, so I don't pay much attention to it. Normally I would be freaking out, but there was the strangeness I've been feeling since I woke up makes it seem like its unimportant. We both start to get dressed as she answers.
"The other reason for my trip to earth. If I'm to protect the galaxy, all of my stars, then I must be the strongest. In order to be the strongest, there are a few things I need to take care of first."
"That girl," I ask. "She's more powerful then you. Isn't she?" Galaxia's jaw tightens, and she nods. By now we're both decent, and Galaxia strides out of the room. I follow.
"Yes she is," Galaxia answers. "But I'm not going to fight her. She will die fighting another." She reaches the end of the corridor we had entered, and she pushes open the door at the end.
The door is a side entrance to an enormous room, filled with weird pillars, all pointing of in funny directions. At one end of the chamber is a large door; at the other, a dais. Topping the dais is a large blue crystal, pulsing slightly. Galaxia strides to the heightened square, and assumes a position directly underneath the crystal.
"Galaxia Power Makeup!" she says. A feeling of power, that strange power that I've recently had so much contact with, surges into the room, and than she is standing there in her golden armored uniform. "This is my crystal. The Sapphire crystal. It is where I store the star seeds of those that wear my bracelets." For the first time, I notice the bracelet on her own wrist. She hadn't removed it, even while we were together on her bed. If the bracelet is what she uses to keep people alive without their seeds, and she was wearing one... She said it was her crystal. Had she removed it from herself?
"Give me yours." I freeze at the words. They hadn't been a request. Galaxia stands with her hand outstretched. "I will add your seed to the crystal, and then manifest you with a bracelet. Then you will always be with me."
"No." I tell her. That was all I had intended to say, but more words spilt out again. This was getting kind of spooky actually. Most people don't have to worry about saying things out of nowhere. "You are not meant to have my star seed. My crystal is for another." Galaxia's eyes harden, and she draws herself up, but I move faster than she.
"Shooting Star Iron Clothe Defense." This time, I let the handkerchief fall to the ground. Then I turn and leave, moving quickly and quietly away from the room. I can't fight her.
My mind turns blank, my concentration inward, and I'm suddenly lost.
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I look around me. Alright, it had worked perfectly. I've escaped from the palace without even having to open one of the doors. Let her try to figure that one out.
I take a second away from my back-patting to look around. There's something that you always have to say right after you do something like this. It goes like this...
"Where on earth am I now?" There, now the technique is complete. Now I just have to figure out where I am. Now that I think about it a moment more, I'm not really on earth anymore. Oops.
Beside the one side effect of the technique, not knowing where you are, there is one more huge bad thing about getting lost: you really don't know how long you're lost either. I've escaped from the palace, and I'm now surrounded by a hideous and overgrown graveyard. Weeds sprouted everywhere, on and around graves and stones alike. Twisted, malevolent looking trees also grow, stripped of leaves despite the warmth. All it needs is a crow cawing and a zombie and the image would be complete. The zombie would probably end up attacking me though.
"The graveyard of the starseeds," I surprise myself by saying. I know this, and I know that I'm still on the Zero Star of Sagittarius. I scan the distant horizon, and to my left I can just barely make out the Palace that guards the Cauldron. Well, it would probably be best not to go in that direction. Putting the palace to my back, I start to walk. Rather than get lost this time, I keep enough of my attention focused around me to know where I'm going, and think a minute.
The strange calmness that had been on me earlier is still there. I had half hoped, half feared that it would disappear when I left that place, but that didn't work. I don't know how to feel about it. I think it might have something to do with the words that I've been saying. I think it does, and I think it has more to do with everything than that. I think its this place. Zero Star. I think it's effecting me somehow, changing me.
I deliberately turn my thoughts away from that line, and think about the starseeds. What I had said earlier? That sailor seeds were more than just protectors. It was true. Each sailor guarded a planet, yes but how often do those planets really have anything to do with what the sailors use in there attacks? How can a planet represent something, like silence or time, if it uses itself to create life? No, it was the sailor crystals themselves that had those powers. They scatter themselves across the galaxy, and stay with one on each planet to keep any one planet from being a concentration too intense. That doesn't stop them from gathering, though. In each solar system, there is a dominant crystal, a crystal that shines above all the others. That crystal, that shine, it draws the other crystals in that system. Like moths. Like moths to a light.
I shake my head. I know this is true. I know it deep within me. And it scares me. How could I possibly know this kind of thing? What is happening to me?
I stop thinking about it when I have to stop walking. There's a river in my way. Two of them actually.
The rivers stretch out in front of me, sluggishly pouring through their banks. The tumbling of the water reminds me suddenly of just how long its been since I had had any food. It must have been almost a day now. My stomach rumbles. Oh well. I can't do anything about the food, but here's some water. I wonder what these two rivers are called. I scoop up a large handful of water and bring it to my lips. I think one of them was called Lethe. Yea, one was Lethe. I think that's the other one. That would make this one... What was it? I pour some water into my mouth, and as I'm swallowing, I remember. That's right. This one was called Mnemosyne, the waters of memory.
I swallow, and than convulse as a of pain hits my head, bearing me to the floor.
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I return to the palace to find a strange scene before me. A strange scene indeed.
The galaxy cauldron is immense. Inside it is frothing soup that creates stars, lights shoot forth occasionally, popping out of bubbles and little whirlpools. From this soup, a shape rises. It is dark and misty, ephemeral. Two eyes glow from it. In front of this dark power, the blond with the two pigtails stands, glowing in defiance.
"Ohhh! Such power!" says the energy. "That white brilliance! The power of the strongest light in the galaxy! So it has finally made it here to me. I am Chaos. The one who missed becoming a star. And the ruler of this cauldron's stars of darkness."
"Chaos!?" says the blond.
"Successor to the power of the light of this beautiful cauldron. Your siblings, born from this same sea. The stars of evil darkness. Defeated by your hand. Adding brilliance to yourself. So your name has become known throughout all the galaxy. Heh heh heh."
"Siblings!?" says blonde. "Stars of evil darkness!?"
"Seeking the power of light, roaming the galaxy. The incarnations of evil darkness. The kin you have wiped out. They were all alter selves of me. They all departed from here, crossing time and space. You are siblings."
"All siblings, born here, in the same place...!?" the blond stutters, shocked by what she is being told.
"Your coming here was destiny," says Chaos. "Where there is light, there is darkness. The darkness calls to the light, and the light calls again to the darkness. Our destiny matches. As before, when everything was one here, the time has now come again for light and darkness to join hands! Soldier of the galaxy's strongest light, Sailor Moon! Give me your power now! At last, my long-awaited wish has come, for me to rule all the universe instead of this cauldron!"
Next to the blond, Galaxia starts to stir. I watch all this from my position on the outside of the battle. No one realizes that I'm here, and I intend to keep it that way.
"Why did you save me?" Galaxia asks the blond.
"Galaxia!" says the chick with the weird pigtails, apparently surprised at Galaxia waking up.
"Finish me off! Chaos paid me no mind from the start. I can't win over such a huge existence after all. My answers weren't here, either."
"I gave you my hand because inside you, I saw the loneliness of myself. I don't want to lose any more friends." I nod at what the blond says. Yes. There was a loneliness there. I think that was why her seduction worked on me. All my other fiancés, every other amorous intent, had been a passing thing. Just something to pass the time until something better came along. But Galaxia was different. I think that she, in the whole universe, is probably the most alone. Well, maybe next to myself...
"I am an enemy!" says Galaxia. "This is war!"
"I can't fight anymore," says Sailor Moon, the blond. "Everyone is gone. All this time, it wasn't for peace and justice. I only fought for the ones I love, and my friends. But now they're all gone. If I don't have my most precious ones... For who, for what should I fight?"
"Heh..." says Galaxia. "Both you and I can't fight. If the last sailor soldier is no more... Will now be the end of war?"
"The end of war..."
"Ohh..." says Chaos. His dark form begins to swell and pulsate.
"No," says another girl. I look at her, and than my breath catches in my throat. Her! "The wars will not end. They will always continue. But you can end this war, the one now. To save the galaxy's future. Sailor Moon, with your last power, eliminate the source of all the enemies, Chaos and the Cauldron, and end the war!"
"Chaos, and the Cauldron!? Chibi-Chibi?" The blond looks at the small girl, in confusion. "Chaos is now completely one with the Cauldron. To completely eliminate Chaos, there is no choice but to destroy the Cauldron."
"But if the Cauldron is gone, no more stars can be born! Someday the galaxy's future will be no more!"
"But if you don't do that," says the small girl, Chibi-Chibi I think Moon called her, "this war and the history of suffering will continue forever! It will all be on your shoulders, Sailor Moon. You will regret this, Sailor Moon!"
"Chibi-Chibi...?"
As Moon looks at Chibi-Chibi, I begin to prepare myself. I know what I must do. I just hope, pray to anything that will listen, that I will not have to do it.
"As long as stars can continue to be born, war will not end," Moon says. "The darkness calls to the light, and the light calls again to the darkness. Is this the will of the galaxy? Saying I will end the war... Will that be the end of everything? And that glaive of death, this time must I be the one to bring it down?" I dare to hope. Please, please, please don't do it.
"But you have no choice," says Chibi-Chibi. "There is no alternative. To bring peace to the galaxy, there is nothing else..."
"But even if this galaxy is destroyed," says Galaxia. The two give her a sharp look, like they've forgotten that she was there. "-somewhere a new Cauldron will surely be born again. Somewhere a new future will begin, and light and darkness may be born again. The end of war will not come so easily. A new future... Amazing, that those words are still inside me."
"Yes," says Moon. "Yes. New futures will always continue to be created. And there, light and darkness, war and hope, life and death, joy and pain, will all exist again. Everything, that is this universe."
Galaxia struggles to her feet, and looks into the cauldron for a moment. Then, her gaze swings around, and just for the barest moment, it settles on me. I lock up. Can she see me? Her eyes widen, and she begins to reach out to me, her mouth opening...
The bracelets on her wrists crack.
She drops to her knees.
The bracelets shatter.
Galaxia is no more.
"Galaxia!?" Moon cries. I draw a shuddering breath. Damn...
All that remains of that beautiful star is the golden brooch she wore.
The blond picks it up, and holds it for a second, tears coming to her eyes.
"Chibi-Chibi," she says. "I won't give up. Everyone always told me... At the end of war there is hope and future. I will make our future. So don't you abandon hope and the future, either. Believe. Our star of hope will never disappear. As long as it keeps shining, we will be all right. We won't be defeated."
"Right," says the little girl, and I see her face settle on to something. Some kind of decision. Light glows around her, and then she transforms. She floats up in her glowing adult body, and kisses Moon.
"Chibi-Chibi?" the blond asks. Her voice is very soft. I can just barely make it out, despite my enhanced senses. Their hands touch. A look of resolve suddenly enters Moon's face. Energy storms around them. This is it, a course of action. I prepare myself, and hope that I won't have to kill her.
"Sailor Moon!" calls Chaos. "The mother Cauldron is your grave! This is the birth of the universe's strongest star, Chaos!"
Moon leaps into the air.
"Chaos. Queen Metallia. Death Phantom. Pharaoh 90. Nephrenia. And Galaxia. I know now, why you were seeking my power. It is the same as the feeling that I seek for the ones I love, and my friends. We are all stars alone. We meet our desire, wanting to be as one. As one. That is how we begin. And now, I, too, will seek you. I will envelop you. Inside this cauldron, to save everything."
"Ohhhh!!" the black form in the cauldron moans.
Moon descends into the shining cauldron. I let her fall. What she has decided to do... I won't need to stop. Not this time. Her silhouette, from my angle, seems so small in comparison to Chaos in front of her, and the cauldron beneath her.
She descends into the cauldron like a moth to light. But is the light she descends towards the moon, a streetlamp, or a flame?
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I perch on the ledge I rest on like a gargoyle on a cathedral. When I had woken up after drinking that water, the water of memory, I had known. Why I knew things without knowing how I knew them. Why I was feeling so calm. And even why my life had been so strange. I had known that, and I had known what I had to do. I hadn't liked it, but I had come prepared to do it. Luckily, events have turned out as they had.
My musing is interrupted by the entrance of four more girls in sailor suits from this system. They all had the oddest hair, and I'm suddenly reminded of Shampoo. They cry out and their stars begin to emit light and power. Inside the cauldron, the soup beneath Moon rumbles, and then lights up, pushing out a beam of light like a searchlight. The light in the four intensified, and than their star seeds shot out of their chests, and joined their comrades in the cauldron. In the center of the light, a winged figure is bathed in power.
"Moon power make up, Eternal!" Moon cries, and I'm struck by the huge power like a physical blow. The sailor crystals shoot out in all directions at Chaos, leaving the cauldron behind them.
"Ohhh! Are you trying to break me apart!? Stop!! Ohhhh!" Chaos screams as the crystals envelop it.
Moon's body melts away as she drops into the cauldron, but I can still feel her power, the power of her starseed, pulsing. If anything, it got stronger.
"Sailor Moon!?" the funny-looking four cry.
I turn my attention away from the cauldron as the light from it intensifies. I have someone else to find. There. She is behind the strange looking four. I leap from my perch, covering the ground between me and the five women like a great big grasshopper. I listen to their conversation as I come closer.
"Wow!" says one of them. "This flood of lights!? What on earth!?"
"The sailor crystals of the sailor soldiers scattered in the Cauldron," says the woman I was looking for, "are returning to their original forms, and going back to their own planets."
The four who I don't recognize start and turn on the voice, apparently surprised. "Chibi-Chibi?"
"They are all still just starseeds born from the Cauldron, but as they reach their respective planets, they will grow, and return to their forms of before," the one they call Chibi-Chibi tells them.
"It can't be," they say. "This... Sailor Moon sacrificed herself, with the power of the Silver Moon Crystal!?"
"No," says the woman. "This power of rebirth is the realization of the power of all the galaxy's sailor crystals as one. This is the Cosmos Crystal's, making everything into the static Cosmos, the ultimate Lambda Power."
I nod behind them, though no one can see me. I wince slightly and stop nodding when I feel a sharp pain in my stomach. It's starting. Meanwhile, the four clueless ones are doing fish impressions. Bug eyed and with mouths gaping open. "Cosmos Crystal!? Lambda Power!? Who are you...?"
I almost puke when the woman strikes a pose. Partly from the pain, partly from the lack of originality. "I am Sailor Cosmos."
"Sailor Cosmos!?" says one of the chicks. "It can't be... It can't be... Are you the future... The future Sailor Moon's ultimate form!?"
"I am only a coward," Cosmos says. "I abandoned everything, and ran away from where I should have been. Eternally, I am no match for the final courage and strength of Eternal Sailor Moon."
"Final courage!?" Dread passes over the faces of the other girls. Another shock of pain races through me, and I loose control of my self defense technique. Luckily, everyone else is apparently glued to the sight of Moon doing her work. "Then, is Sailor Moon-!? She can't be... Sailor Cosmos! Our princess...!"
"Do not worry," Cosmos says smugly in an all-knowing and condescending sort of way. "Your princess, the same as the other soldiers, was reborn by that Lambda Power. Someday, in that flow of lights, she will arrive safely back in the 30th century. This is the Galaxy Cauldron. Where the galaxy's stars are born, and where they finally return. To engage the source of all the enemies who inhabited here, Chaos, Eternal Sailor Moon..."
"Eternal Sailor Moon melted Chaos into the cauldron," I finish for her. The five jump and spin, turning to face me. I'm only a step or two behind them,. and I ignore their startled faces as another wave of pain rushes through me. Not much longer...
"Who are you!?" one of the four shouts at me. "How did you get here!?" The four look like they were about to attack. Cosmos, on the other hand, takes a startled breath as her eyes widened and she took a step back.
"Who am I?" I ask softly. Oh well. I might as well go out with style. My arm shoots up into the air, and in my hand appears a black transformation stick without anything mounted on either end. "Star of Chaos power. Makeup!" A rush of dark power surround me, and when it clears I stand before the five. "I am Sailor Chaos, defender of the dark star."
Cosmos narrow her eyes, but the other four just stand there gawking. It might have something to do with my outfit. Or the fact that the transformation apparently took me to my girl form. My right leg is bare to the hip, while my left is encased in a leotard. The leotard covers my hips, and both of my breasts (though it does leave a lot of the left side of my midriff exposed) and terminates covering my right arm to the wrist. My left arm is bare to the shoulder. Wrapped around me like a poncho with a hood is a large stretch of chain mail. The chain mail is polished to mirror like brightness, while the leotard is checkered like a harlequin's suit with black, red, and white squares. On both of my feet are slippers like the ones I use to wear around when I was a kid.
I turn my attention back to the cauldron, ignoring the stares. "Chaos is a starseed, just like any other planet or idea in this universe. Since all the others have protectors, it stands to reason that Chaos to would have a sailor soldier for his aid. I am that protector. I had been standing by, ready to act. If Sailor Moon had indeed tried to destroy the cauldron, as Cosmos wished her to, I would have been forced to act." The eye of the five in front of me widen. "To kill her," I finish. "However, she did not. Instead, she chose to dissolve Chaos back into the cauldron. Because of this, Chaos will no longer have the power of the cauldron, that is true. But, like the other stars that are being reborn as we speak, so will he." I take a sharp breath. There, in my legs. It's started. "And since Chaos is being dissolved and reborn, so must I." Their eyes widen even as I begin to dissolve, feet first.
I'm not worried. I'll be reborn, but not on any particular planet. I have no home planet (Chaos likes his soldier to be different). When I drank from Mnemosyne, it all returned to me. Over countless eons have I been reborn, always on a different planet, always to a different name, always with the same purpose. My purpose: to stop Cosmos, the incarnation of a static universe. And when I'm reborn next, I will do this. I will have allies, moths attracted to my bright light just like any other soldiers do. Galaxia, the sailor of true destruction (not like Saturn, who was just the soldier of silence), will be one of them, as will others. But there will be some time between then and now, and during that time...
Well, I wish I could have gone to the wedding between the young man and the blond haired chick with the strange ponytails, but we can't always get what they want. I hope they have a happy life between now and my return.
Author's note: All right. There is one more planned episode, the dénouement, and I might write a lemon insert for the part where Galaxia and Ranma bang each other's eyes out. I would like to give credit where credit is due. While I have read the translated comics, most of the translations I used in this fic were done by one Alex Glover Thank you.