Karunā sighed, sliding the gloves back on over the deep red scars. Just why weren't they healing? Shouldn't Saturn's powers have some effect? She wondered.
"When were you going to tell me you were sailor sun?"
The voice made Karunā jump slightly, startled by the interruption.
"Because it's none of your business!" the teen snapped, though she paled when she noticed that Tsuki was not alone.
"Oi….where have I heard that before?" princess Uranus—who's name she believed was also Haruka—stated with a smirk, earning an elbow to the ribs from her sister.
"Don't you have to babysit for Serenity?" the shadow senshi hissed, earning a chuckle as the blonde slipped from the room.
"As for your question…It would explain your hands." She added once she had shut the door.
"What do you mean?" Karunā questioned, eyes narrowing as the woman took her ungloved hand into her own.
"These wounds should be blisters and your hands unmovable. But instead they are warmer than the rest of your body…and just red….not blistered or painful." Tsuki pointed out, trying to be patient despite the growing desire to drink that had been haunting her for the last four hours.
"So? Your point?" The young senshi retorted, earning an eye roll.
"The sun has places that burn brighter and hotter than the rest. You said your powers awoke when your parents were killed….that's how you burned your hands…by trying to get them out. But fire doesn't hurt you….so those scars are more or less hotspots."
Karunā sat deep in thought as she traced her eyes ever the uneven reddening that contrasted greatly against her bronze skin and even more so against Tsuki's lighter, sun kissed tone.
"Great….now I'll always look like a freak." The teen muttered, earning a sigh.
"Karunā….I think there's something you should see." Tsuki stated with a sigh as she put a hand on the girl's shoulder before opening a portal.
Karunā looked around the blank darkness, though suddenly she saw something that she couldn't believe.
A ghostly figure of a pale girl stood in what appeared to be the vision of a bathroom, her whole body bare as she stared into the mirror, though what caught Karunā's attention was the long, ugly gashes that ran down the figure's back.
"What is that? Who is that?" the teen asked, her voice barely a whisper as Tsuki sighed.
"Just watch."
The figure hissed as she pulled on a worn white t-shirt along with a black jacket as well as underwear and dark washed jeans. Then looking into the mirror the figure growled, slamming the side of her fist against the wall before cursing loudly.
"Why would she want to help me? She doesn't know me from Adam…and I am such a stupid freak! Why else would my mom hate me and my brother use me like some….sex toy?!" she snapped, tears streaming down her bruised face.
As fast as the image had appeared, it vanished. Leaving Tsuki and Karunā alone in the darkness.
"Why did you show me this?" the young senshi of the sun asked, fighting the anger and sympathy that welled in her chest.
"Because you need to know that your scars does not make you a freak….just like the girl in the vision's rape and abusive upbringing did not make her one. Though it took that girl years to learn that same lesson." The soldier of darkness retorted, thankful that her appearance had changed since she was that scared little girl; unsure of what would happen if Karunā had recognized her.