Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon
The Second Story
AN: So I was talking Sailor Moon with my friend Midnight, and we were bitching about the general lack of PGSM outers fic. So we decided to write one. Enjoy.
London, Summer, Three Years Ago.
The dreams had started quite innocently, with Michiru finding herself awakening with a sense of desperation and panic that she'd never experienced before. She didn't like the feeling of being suddenly ripped from the peaceful abyss of sleep to find herself standing in the field of such horrid destruction. She was somehow a part in all this, and the idea of that scared her far more than anything else.
Haruka told her to go to the doctor as the dreams got worse, but they occurred even with the sleeping pills that she'd been prescribed for her numerous nights of not sleeping at all. Michiru couldn't explain it, but she knew that she had to listen to the dreams, even if she didn't want to. She was so scared to lose everything, to give in to the destruction that the dreams depicted.
She tried to paint it once, showing Haruka why she stayed up all night running on energy drinks and caffeine pills that couldn't be good for her. Haruka had frowned and told her that pretty girls should not paint such depressing things and that had been the end of that conversation.
That night, the dreams changed as though Haruka's rejection of the image had somehow been directly wired into Michiru's subconscious as the trigger to make a bad situation even worse. What had once just been just images of a horrible death now reflected a different time, one of happiness and extreme sadness. Michiru would wake up screaming a name that died on her tongue as she tried to recall it. The girl in her dreams told her that she had to remember for all of their sakes, and yet as Michiru curled up into a ball as far away from Haruka as she could manage in the small bed that they shared, she tried to force all the emotions that connected with the images she saw in her dreams out of her mind. Out of sight, out of mind, she told herself. She was going slightly crazy, after all.
After nearly a week with only a few hours of half conscious 'sleep' Michiru stumbled out into the London Underground intent on spending some time simply zoning out and recording a few more cuts to run by her producers before she attempted to resolve this conflict for real. She had an appointment with a Neurologist in a few days and she was determined to at least try and fix them problem on her own.
The Tube lurched forward and Michiru found herself spacing out once more. The lack of sleep and the constant highs and lows of running off of energy drinks was making it so she could barely keep her eyes open most of the time - she mostly spaced out and drifted off for a few seconds before waking up again with a profound sense of terror caused by the images that her waking mind was pressing into her subconscious.
That girl, begging her to remember the past, her mission and promises that she was positive she'd never made.
"You'd do better to just listen to them," a tall, dark-skinned woman commented from the seat across the subway car from her.
Michiru blinked, staring at this well-dressed woman and wondering why exactly she was sounding like a crazy homeless street person. Come to think of it, how did this person even know what Michiru was experiencing?
"What?" She asked, her voice filled with the fatigue of so many nights without any sleep at all.
"It is better to simply listen to what your dreams are trying to tell you, Miss Kaiou, and try to remember the past." The woman's wise eyes looked out of place on her young face - and Michiru found herself frowning as she tried to understand why this woman was even talking to her.
"How do you know my name?" She demanded after a minute.
"I know quite a lot about you, Michiru," the woman said cryptically. "You should take heed of my warning. The silence is approaching, and you have no way of stopping it in your current state."
The subway car rolled in to the next station and in the chaos of people getting off and onto the train, Michiru found herself wondering why she was so afraid of remembering the past in the first place. She didn't notice that the woman across from her had vanished.