A/N: This is a revised version of my original short story, Each One's Elegy and promptly replaces it, as it is of better quality.

Disclaimer: All rights to Sailor Moon are reserved for Takeuchi Naoko, however I believe that the Sera Myu is funded by Toei Animation, where the song this is based on comes from.

The difference between luck and the set reality of things are two completely different concepts that could be easily controversial in debates. I, for one, believe that they are equally balanced to create the outcome of any given positive or negative situation. Of course, many other factors could easily interfere with this theory and belief, but it is most set in stone when faced with the success and failures of the famed and invisible of the past repeated history itself.

For example, the act of deceiving could play a role in the warring of fate. If one were to deceive, they would negatively tamper with the complicated strings and gears of intwined destiny; one such consequence would definitely be karma, if not a death penalty by whatever divine beings in existence for what treason had been committed. As one may not thing, oddly, that isn't even of much relevance in the case of the unlucky Tsukino Usagi.

Her case involves that of terrible grief, anger, and hatred. But one must ask themselves, do those emotions alone decide the strength and ability to defeat opponents? The answer is quite debatable in terms of controversy, and there is no proof for the solution. But, the most important ponder is, will it decide on whether the said person will succeed or fail without consequence and immediately come out with no battle wounds as portrayed in media and literature. As I stated previously, the answer is much unclear, but perhaps the tale of the one and only Tsukino Usagi and her five beloved friends—otherwise identified as comrades in arms to the random unsuspecting civilian viewer—could hopefully help us decipher our undesired conflict of choice.

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"So, we're going to face Galaxia tomorrow evening?" Ami asked curiously. "Are we truly prepared for the battle, as it might be tough?"

Makoto grinned lopsidedly, although it quickly commenced to transform into a warning frown. "Even if we're not ready completely just yet, we'll still pound Galaxia's face in; I—we won't ever let her lay a finger on Usagi!"

Minako nodded hesitantly. She couldn't allow them to realize how terrified was, which was well expected given their current predicament, but she was their leader; she was meant to be the path of light in their surrounding darkness. She couldn't be the one to fail on them and give in to her orthodox fear; it was her duty as a best friend and leader.

"We need to be cautious to where we tread with our actions though," Ami warned. "We can't afford to be cocky or reckless; it may lead to our downfall."

Rei nodded. Her facial expression was sunken, as if she were feeling the same grim emotions as Minako currently was at the moment . "Ami is right, we do need to be careful. I don't have the best feeling about our future battle, though."

"We need to protect Usagi at all times." Minako grimaced. She wouldn't allow emotions to interfere with her duty to Usagi, even if it meant mentally and emotionally eating her down in the process; it was forbidden for a leader to do the opposite of such a deed. "Even if it costs us our own lives, understood, everyone?"

"Right!" they all chorused simultaneously. Their tones were peppy, but they concealed a deep rooted fear that she had just realized then that they all shared together.

But Minako couldn't seem to shake off the odd feeling that something horrible was going to happen during the battle, and there would be nothing that she could do about it.

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Usagi never realized the grief that she would feel after entering the battle. She had already lost Mamoru to Galaxia, and she didn't need to lose anyone else to her, either.

But alas, it had happened against her very will and to her extreme shock and grief.

The beams of light from their enemy hit an unsuspecting group of Sailor Guardians brutally, sending them flying back.

"Everyone!" Usagi shouted desperately. She felt as if she wanted to die right there on the spot. Without her friends and Mamoru, there was practically no known reason for her to continue on living painfully. Of course, she would miss Makoto's cooking and Ami's tutoring, but that wasn't the major reason she was feeling that way; it wasn't at all.

Usagi knew that she was going to terribly miss her friend's support the most; she would long for their company and kind—a lot of the times, strict, in Rei's specific case—ways they treated her. She'd miss the way Minako managed to cheer everyone up when she herself could not and the time they'd chat over the newest idol. She'd miss Makoto's sisterly nature and Ami's caring practices. In a nutshell, she'd miss everything about her friends, including their flaws; she'd do anything to keep them far away from death's door.

The tears began to unwittingly brim in the corners of her eyes. Then, there was Usagi's already deceased lover, Mamoru. He had be murdered on the way to America for Harvard University in Massachusetts. It caused her heart to throb in agony whenever she thought of him. They were destined to marry and have a daughter in the future, then live for hundreds to thousands of years; it wasn't supposed to end in untimely death! She shook her head in denial. It couldn't end like that; it just couldn't!

Sailor Mercury, Mars, Jupiter, and Venus stared at their friend, all lying on the ground and wounded. Their faces were marred with terror and sorrow, but they all held courageous semi-smiles for Usagi; they had to be brave for her, and alone for her they would.

"Why did you do this?" Usagi asked, fighting back tears. Seeing her friends like that had only caused her more heartache; it was beginning to eat away at her very being and become increasingly overwhelming as the time ticked by far too slowly for anyone's tastes.

Mercury smiled through the pain. "We were all born to love you, Usagi. Through you, we can all live, even after death; that's why."

Usagi took a deep breath. "But, I can't live without you, everyone!"

"We devoted our lives to you long ago, Usagi." Venus stated sadly. She stared at her friend's grief stricken face as she spoke. "We care too much about you to let you die that easily, Usagi."

"But—" Usagi argued, tears spilling from her already watery eyes. Her heart was cracking ruthlessly, like a glass cup quickly shattering when coming in contact with an equally tough diamond surface; there was just more meaning behind it involved. "—I won't let you all die; I can't go on without you, you're all my most precious friends!"

"The time has come." Mars attempted to stand up, but instead she fell onto her knee, causing a sickening crack to echo across the surrounding dark corridors of the grim throne room that they were in. "I'm sorry Usagi, but destiny has come to greet us. But at least, we were able to protect you in the end, right guys?"

The others nodded weakly in agreement. Their wounds had seemed to had only gotten worse, and they looked paler and weaker as sped by.

"The only one who has to survive in all this chaos," Jupiter started frailly. "Is you."

As if on cue, they all fell in unison with a thud, the life leaving their lives almost instantly, with maybe the exception of one of them.

"Please," Mercury begged through a quiet—albeit terribly pained—plea. "Live on, for us."

Then she collapsed, finally dead.

Usagi soon fell onto her knees due to the black sorrow that had laid upon her grieving heart. The pain that she was feeling was indescribable, like she was experiencing the emotions of Princess Serenity as she had witnessed Prince Endymion die to protect her all over again, except multiplied by a hundredfold.

"Princess . . ." Sailor Pluto appeared from seemingly out of nowhere with her Garnet Rod raised. Her face was sullen but accepting, as if she had realized their fate long before any this had even begun to unfortunately commence. "Can you hear me?"

Usagi turned her head in her friend's direction weakly. She felt a shimmer of hope appear to her like the wonderful and relieving messiah that it always was to Earth's unaware and aware residents,and perhaps even beyond; maybe it was possible to fir everyone to survive after all. "Setsuna . . . is that you, or am I just seeing things?"

"I spent all my existence alone guarding time," Pluto continued solemnly, speaking from the inner depths of her heart.

"You all spoiled me," Usagi murmured. "You all watched over me with your kindness and love."

"But after I met you and Small Lady, I learned what friendship and love was. I learned that no matter what happens, even if the cosmos fall, love is still eternal." Pluto's eyes suddenly went wide as she fell from an attack, ending her life quickly.

Usagi's eyes squeezed shut as her body went numb. "Even though it's goodbye, even though I wanted to spend more time with you all, Ami, Mako, Mina, Rei, Mamo, Setsuna, I can't. Why?"

Galaxia and her remaining minions—the revived Four Kings of Heaven—merely laughed cruelly.

Sailor Uranus, Sailor Neptune, and Sailor Saturn appeared instantly, and like Pluto, seemingly of nowhere.

"What happened?" Uranus demanded. She definitely appeared to be tough—there was no certain doubt among its spectators about that—but there were cracks that showed the desperation and fear past her mask that she normally kept extraordinarily well hidden behind enigma. "What happened to everyone; are they all . . . dead?"

"Pluto!" Neptune shouted to her unresponsive ally. "They're gone . . ."

"This is unforgivable," Saturn state coolly and aimed her Silent Glaive at their enemy. "Forgiveness is not an option for Galaxia, only death for her in inevitable."

"Fools!" Galaxia boomed and sent a deadly attack in the Outers' direction. "Now you die!"

The Outer Sailor Soldiers soon fell limp after the attack hit them simultaneously, and they all let out a noticeably silent agonized yelp; it evidently told of the intense physical pain they were experiencing, but also hints of the emotional pain as well.

She had reached out to them in a desperate move, but had failed miserably. It was as of fate had something against her, as if it were the cruelest and kindest thing to exist; it had given her Mamoru and her precious friends, but had taken them away all the same.

"Everyone!" Usagi shouted desperately. "Don't go!"

Then the most terrifying, heartbreaking, bloodcurdling scream tore from her throat whilst a powerful entrancing white light filled the area, cocooning Usagi completely and blinding her enemies for as long as it stayed.

Afterwords, Eternal Sailor Moon stood staring down Galaxia, with the most hateful expression she had ever worn in her lifetime. Not even Princess or Neo-Queen Serenity themselves have ever held such an expression of hate, grief, pain, and coldness all wrapped in one directed at a person, much less the ultimately kind, forgiving—even to past enemies—and cheery Tsukino Usagi we all knew and loved like everyone else that knew of her.

For this was the first time that she had transformed into her most powerful state not out of love, but pure, undeniable hatred. Usagi had never felt these invading foreign feelings before, but she didn't particularly care at the moment; the hate managed to lend her a one-track mind forced the undesired interaction and situation above all.

But, she wasn't Princess Serenity. She wasn't going to commit suicide after losing everything she held dear. She wouldn't give up. She would fight until the end, until her body finally gave into exhaustion or even death itself! She'd certainly bring them back! They couldn't be gone just yet; she heavily relied on them for pure divine happiness with every fibre of her being.

With that last thought in mind, she charged at her enemy, ready to bring her love and dearest friends back no matter what the costs were. They were her best friends, they people she cared about more than life itself; they couldn't be gone. They weren't dead, and she'd bring them back to the living realm; no one was ever going stop her.

Never.

Aishiteru, everyone.

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Now, one would wonder if the inner strength of pure unbridled sorrow, anger, and hate would rise among all circumstances against poor Tsukino Usagi—Sailor Moon, if you will. We can never be sure for definite, but we may always have a seed of hope planted in our minds that allow us to believe in the best, and look up to divine idols as children before relying on our own abilities and accepting life's compromise. But, I shall ask this question once again—as it still remains unanswered—will our beloved Tsukino Usagi triumph over all the evils of Chaos, or be scorned into the punishment of the pits of despair and the disappointedly unwanted defeat?

A/N: Well that was . . . rather grim.

So anyway, how did you guys like it? Reviews are highly appreciated!

~NeroJove