Small Lady wanted to blame everything that had happened in the past few hours on her mother—she really did. Had her mother not left her all alone to steal that stupid crystal, then maybe their Earth wouldn't he crumbling to pure evil as they spoke. Or maybe it was her father's fault; he stood beside his wife rather than guiding her with his wisdom or giving her hope and courage when due with stories of the legendary Sailor Moon, a myth that all children her age were taught in schools as fact.

Oh, how Small Lady wished Sailor Moon was real enough to whisk her away to a real where everything was perfect. Of course, she knew that her father couldn't have been lying about the hero—no, he never lied—but if she was so heroic and real, then why didn't she try to save their world from its imminent downfall when they themselves were powerless, and she harbouring more and love than they could ever dream up of?

Clutching her chest as her tiny feet slammed down onto the tiled floors of the palace, Small Lady let a sigh rip from her throat. Sailor Moon, the young soldier of the moon that was said to stand for love and justice, and yet she will still nowhere to be seen. Sailor Moon almost reminded her of her mother—extraordinarily brave and kind but reduced to spending all of her time in that stuffy palace, vanishing when Small Lady felt that she needed her the most. Her beloved papa was the only one that was ever there for her—and he had lied in order to give her a false sense of futile hope. How dare he?

Small Lady's nostrils flared as she played with the glittering crystal attached to the necklace lying helplessly around her neck. Tears blurred her vision as she sped up, the shoes that she was wear not apparently fit for running. Yes, how could Papa inflict such an atrocity upon her? He was supposed to love her, not rip her heart in two like Mama frequently did! Boy, if Puu got wind of this—

At the thought of her friend, Small Lady's heart warmed amidst the ice that took to valiantly encasing it. Puu was her only true friend—the only person she could rely on. Even if they had originally met in the forbidden parts of the family palace as sorrowful creatures, Puu was still a better person than her wayward parents were, even when the radiated the pure epitome of the happiness that Small Lady so craved!

That was when she collapsed to the ground, the tears that had been obstructing her vision flowing from her eyes with ease. How could she be saying such horrendous things about her parents? She loved them with every fibre of her being—Papa especially—so why did she do something as absurd as that? Why? And denying the existence of Sailor Moon like she did—God, she was such a fool sometimes (although you'd never get her to admit that aloud).

Footsteps shaking the ground drowned out her desperate sobs. As loud as they were, they only gave way to one pair of feet rather than multiple ones. Before Small Lady could utter the simple scream she was mustering up, he was flowering down upon her.

With his crooked grin and wicked eyes, Small Lady had every right to cower into the corner of the palace corridor, veiling the crystal around her neck from his sight hastily like she was. His flaming hair hardly made the effort to conceal the upside-down crescent moon mark that was as dark as the midnight she so much desired, which cause Small Lady to whimper with an eternally quivering lip.

"G-get away from me." She spoke it with her voice wavering so much that it even surprised herself. "P-please."

"Scared, are we, Rabbit?" said the man. "Prince Diamond's going to be pleased when we, the Black Moon Clan, have you and the Silver Crystal in our grasp all at once. And I, Rubeus, will be rewarded handsomely for it. Any last words before you and your entire family rot along with the thirtieth century, Rabbit?"

Rubeus spoke her nickname—if one could even call it that—with such contempt that it made her shudder involuntarily. She glanced up at him with huge, watery red eyes. "Crystal Tokyo won't fall! Sailor Moon will come with Mama's guards, and—"

"They're all encased in ice just like the rest of your precious home," said Rubeus. "And Sailor Moon isn't real enough to save you!"

Just like that, with Small Lady shaking like a leaf, a voice boomed in the distance:

"You! Stay away from Small Lady!"

Small Lady's eyes flickered to the intruder, and her lips instantly pulled back into a bright and renewed smile like no other she had ever recalled having. "Puu!"

Standing before her in all of her insistent glory was none other than her beloved friend, Puu, with her gleaming Garnet Rod raised and her sailor uniform brilliant within the shadows. Her dark-green hair seemed to her been hastily done as if she had rushed to the scene, and her wine-coloured eyes were mad with pure hatred and rage—something that Small Lady had never witnessed the normally unflappable Puu adorning up until just now.

"You will not harm Small Lady!" proclaimed Puu once more, glaring. "Dead Scream!"

The attack sent a scowling Rubeus flying back into a nearby wall. And soon after, in a flash of darkness, he was gone.

"Puu!" Small Lady cried, flinging herself into her friend's arms. She hadn't realised she was crying tears of joy until she felt Puu beam back at her. "I've missed you."

"Likewise, Small Lady," said Puu. "But where's your mother and father?"

Small Lady took this as her cue to sniffle. "I don't know—that guy said something about them being trapped in ice."

Puu's face fell. "I see. Now, Small Lady, did they take the Space-Time Key I had lent you?"

Small Lady fingered a tiny key that was next to the crystal on her necklace. "No, Puu." She sucked in a deep breath. "Why did this have to happen?"

"I don't know," breathed Puu. "But we have to get you to safety. If King Endymion and Neo-Queen Serenity along with the Inners have fallen—there is no hope at the moment."

Maybe there's something I can do—even if I'm not a Sailor Soldier or still a kid, thought Small Lady. I've got to do something to help like Sailor Moon would!

She quickly took to escaping Puu's grasp. Repeating the mantra over and over again until it would become cemented within her eternal memory, she slipped past Puu, apologising profusely in her head and her tiny finger closing over the Space-Time Key.

"Small Lady!" Puu called. "Small Lady!"But the plea fell upon deaf ears. Small Lady wove through countless hallways and corridors before she came to the room containing the Space-Time. Key in hand, she took a deep breath and entered the Doors, a warm, white light flooding her entire being.

• • •

Where Small Lady came to consciousness was most certainly not thirteenth century Crystal Tokyo, that much was certain. There was no towering buildings ruined by invasion or palaces made of crystals that would forever hold captive leaders. And to be quite frank, it scared Small Lady straight out of her youthful skin (well, not really youthful; she was easily nine-hundred years old, but she looked the part of a young ten-year old girl). For rather than being met with the destruction of Crystal Tokyo, her eyes fluttered open to the sight of young man staring at her with blue eyes that you could just sink into. She was sitting in his lap, and she could vaguely recall the feeling of his lips of hers, making her heart jump.

Someone tore her away from the young man, which was something that Small Lady could say she wasn't relatively pleased about. A blonde girl was glowing over her, her cheeks puffed out childishly.

"I can't believe you just kissed my Mamo-chan! Who do you think you are—?"

The young man, Mamo-chan, apparently, let a sigh tear from her throat. "It was just as accident, Usako. What we should really be concentrating on his how she fell from the sky."

In the distance, a girl with bushy brown hair waved. "Yo, Usagi-chan, Mamoru-san!"

Oh, so the girl was known as Usagi, fittingly enough. Small Lady shuddered. That was strange, as her full name was Usagi Small Lady Serenity. It was probably because of this—Small Lady would never truly know why—that she pulled out a toy gone that looked far too much like a pistol for anyone's comfort onto the Usagi-girl, whose blue eyes widened and darted from Mamo-chan to her friends, who were charging towards them frantically in.

"W-who are you?" stuttered Usagi.

That was when Small Lady's eyes widened and her features grew stony. This Usagi looked identical to her mother, who was always shining with grace in everyone's eyes. They had the exact same shadow of eyes, exactly same style of hair. The thing was, this couldn't be Mama. Her mama was far too brilliant to be acting as immature as this Usagi-idiot was. Her eyes narrowed. Even so, that must mean she had it . . .

"Where is the Legendary Silver Crystal?" Small Lady demanded, pushing the tip of the pistol harder into Usagi-idiot's forehead.

Mamo-chan and Usagi-idiot's friend's scrambled to get her to stop in what she was planning to do, until Mamo-chan hefted her up by her waist and the gun went off, causing the group to jump up and then sigh in relief after realising that it was a fake, with a few tears forming at the corner of Usagi's eyes.

Small Lady's eyes trained on Usagi-idiot for a moment. Yes, this girl couldn't be her mother. Mama wasn't an annoying crybaby who tried to pull the young man away from her—who looked suspiciously like Papa—like Usagi-idiot was. Because there was no way that Usagi-idiot could be her mama—even if she did have the mythical gem, the Legendary Silver Crystal—for Mama would never act as immature as this. Never.

But hindsight was never a kind thing, and Small Lady—no, her new name would become Chibiusa—would end up learning that they hard way. And to be quite frank, Chibiusa would grow to not mind her long plight at all.

A/N: Woah, I've been gone for a while; hope you all don't think I'm dead. Anyhow, I hope you all enjoyed this small piece - it came to me and I just had to write it down - and don't forget to rate and review! They make me day (no, really, I've got no life).

~NeroJove