Yo FFMLers!
I decided to take a break from writing my main story (Terrible Things to Waste),
and did a collaboration effort with an artist friend of mine. Unfortunately, due to
business at school, this is also going to be my farewell post until May.
With that said, I'd like to wish Ammadeau good luck with the OFML
<OFML-subscribe@egroups.com>, I wish I could be apart of it, but due to school
I can't. I'll be sure to write up something nice for ya'll when I come back. But I'd
like to encourage others on this list who are interested in anime influenced original
fiction to join.
Anyway, this story was inspired by character's originally conceived and drawn by
Setsu-P, who has I given me her enthusiastic expressed permission to do this.
C&C is very welcome, though I ask you send it to me directly, otherwise I won't be
able to see it.
Now, I'd like to dedicate this to all the infamous fan senshi writers, most especially
the one who spurred me.
Terry Ladan, eat your heart out.
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Sovereign of the Spirit
Written by Bastion
Original character design by Setsu-P
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Chapter 1: The Child that Revolted against the Stars
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"Do you believe wishes come true, Miss Meiou?"
His companion stared at her wine class and stated flippantly.
"Not really."
Her associate grinned. "Come on, Miss Meiou, you can't be that
devoid of romance."
Swirling her glass, she raised her scarlet eyes from the
twisting crimson of her drink. These business meals usually
deteriorated into philosophical debates after a dose or two of
alcohol. "Time has not permitted me the opportunity to ponder
whether or not I am."
His laugh hummed smoothly within their booth as his wraith hand
ruffled his blond hair. Only its echoes from the window
revealed the embarrassment hidden within.
"I'm sorry Miss Meiou, I had no idea running this corporation
was that tedious. I know getting designers to commit and even
getting the models to wear the clothes they make are a task upon
themselves."
The woman tossed her long green hair over her shoulder taking a
moment to look out the window of the restaurant. The clear
night sky could be seen unadulterated by the tall, cold
structures that populated Tokyo. Studying the alignment of the
stars, she noted their formation. It was almost time. And the
stars never deceived her with their prophecies.
"I mean every once in awhile, when you're awake in bed, you
ponder about such things? Surely then, you have time to think,
Miss Meiou?"
"Sometimes I have." The night sky pervaded her memories of the
times in darkness. Sometimes it was all she had when she wasn't
in the real world. She stared at her reflection. Her own face
seemed to be engulfed in darkness of her deep green hair and her
black dress. "I wonder sometimes if I am nothing more than a
shadow. Just a faceless, minuscule component of the universe."
Reaching across the table, the blond man gently squeezed the
woman's hand. "Don't be depressed Setsuna. You're not
insignificant."
She slid her hand away from her companion's and held her wine
glass between their faces. "I am very insignificant in the
workings of the universe."
He retreated back into his chair. "So what, enjoy life for
what it is then. Screw the universe!"
"I'm afraid I can't. As long as I have a duty to fulfill, I
cannot turn my back on my responsibilities."
The blond man once again ruffled his curly hair, when a streak
in the sky indulged his attention. "It's a shooting star." He
paused a moment, before wistfully adding, "I take it you won't
be making a wish?"
Setsuna gazed at the streak as it vanished toward the sea in
the horizon. It's brightness defied the traditional glow of its
brethren that proceeded it, forging it's own way. The stars
didn't lie in their prophecy, one of their own had finally
revolted. It had began. The poor child had arrived to receive
her ill-fated destiny.
Resting her chin on her hand, she continued her leisure gaze of
the cold world outside the window. "I'll be praying."
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It always started out the same. She would be kneeling next to
a dry lake, trying to fill it with her tears. Dirt tarnished
her creamy emerald dress and the air smelled of blood. She
could see cities in the distance crumble and burn. She heard no
screaming, only the wind would speak to her.
Then a man in deep green cloak appeared. He held a gnarled
staff ordained with a living heart that flashed with every beat.
He nodded to her and offered her his hand. She would always
shake away her tears and take it.
They flew high into the sparse, icy clouds until a door emerged
before them. The cloaked stranger obliged her and opened it,
inviting her through. Many smiling faces received her on the
other side. The celebration was in full swing with lots of
cheering and toasts in her honor. However, their glowing faces
seldom changed in the darkness of the boundless room and their
cheers sounded muffled in her ears. A merry pale faced
individual threw a crown on her head that threatened to slip
into her eyes. Another threw a party favor that resemble a
specter into her hand.
"What's happening?" She'd say while she rung the soiled hem of
her dress.
From the dense mass of bodies, hands would latch onto her.
They would pull and tug on her dress, tearing off her skirt and
then her blouse. Fought to keep her chemise on, refusing to
have her last sheer of dignity torn from her. Just when she
felt it begin to tear away, she screamed.
Without warning, her scream would silence the sounds and the
crowd would part clearing her a path to a large round table. As
she neared the table, a light at the other end of the table
slowly intensified. The figures that flanked this light were
obscured in its glare. She would finally reach the table and
would try in vain to shade the blinding light from her eyes.
"AS A TRAITOR TO OUR CAUSE, YOU SHALL BE BANISHED!" The light
boomed.
"But what did I-" She would protest.
"YOUR RESISTANCE TO OUR QUESTIONS IS EVIDENCE ENOUGH OF YOUR
TREACHERY!" All the figures had nodded in approval, and a blast
from the light slammed her into the door.
She could feel the ice as it crawled up her legs. In a fit of
desperation, her eyes would search out for the cloaked stranger.
Always he would stand by and watch her as the icy fingers
reached further up her body. When whimpering pleads didn't coax
him into action, she would resort to screaming insults at him.
And always she would wake up when the ice reached into her open
mouth and down her throat.
She took another sip of her herbal tea and tried to decipher
the meaning of these dreams. It had become a bit of a past time
since she washed ashore on the beach of Tokyo Harbor one cold
autumn night. She had no recollection of how she got there or
where she'd been previously.
The authorities told her she matched the description of a
missing person named Isisu Saito, but they had a very little
record of her existence in Japan except she had one surviving
relative in Japan. This relative, named Setsuna Meiou, could
tell her little because they had only just met before her
disappearance.
This all disappointed her somewhat. She felt like an empty
vessel without any memories. However, if they never returned
she could always get new ones. There were new ones each day she
awoke. But these dreams would always haunt her, teasing her
about a past she never knew.
She took another sip of her tea and gaze out of the cafe. A
sea of pale faces greeted her from the street as they shuffled
their way down the narrow sidewalk. Her tanned skin made her
feel more like a shadow when she through the crowds in Tokyo.
Something easily forgotten.
Suddenly a particular pale face framed in golden curls poked
out from the crowd and smiled at her. For a moment, the
familiar face disappeared into the mass until those curls
reappeared through the door of the cafe.
"Hi hi Isisu." His thin porcelain hand emerged from the soft
black sleeve and waved to her. "How's my fashion model doing
today?"
Isisu set her cup down, contemplated a moment, and spoke. "I
woke up this morning and took my shower. I put on the clothes I
set next to dresser I had designated the night before-"
"What I mean is Isisu," the blond smiled, "did you make it to
the shoot with Ms. Itabashi Saki okay?"
Isisu blinked. "Yes, I met with Ms. Saki at the appointed time
and did the shoot."
"That's good." Her friend winked before stopping a waitress to
order himself some coffee. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting
too long."
"Not too long." She drew out the last of her sentence as she
glanced towards the crowd outside, and then back down at her
companion tapping his fingers on the table and eyeing her
expectantly. "Is there something troubling you, Ken?"
Ken grinned and poked his hand out of his sleeve once again to
run it through his blond curls. "Oh, nothing. Just, um, how's
Miss Meiou?"
"No." Isisu tilted her head. "I have had very little contact
with my cousin since she left me in your charge."
Internally grimacing, the blond remembered his last fateful
meeting with his employer. She had told him, with great
severity, that he was responsible for getting Isisu modeling
jobs. *Tasteful* ones, she had warned. The few times he had
the pleasure of speaking with the mysterious Miss Meiou, he knew
when she made a request, they were done within a heartbeat.
Ideally they would be already done.
"Er, well, I was just wondering."
Ken gazed at the lavender-haired woman seated across from him.
Unfortunately, Isisu presented several obstacles. First, though
she fit the model figure to near perfection, thin, tall, and
very leggy, she was very tan which made it hard to get a
tasteful modeling job for her in Japan. Then they were her
eyes. Isisu told him that she had some condition which made her
eyes as black as her pupils. Combined with her aloft nature,
made talking to her all that much more difficult, and it made
his job that much more harder. If a model could freak out the
clients as she was, no amount of airbrushing could help her to a
cover of a magazine.
Isisu took another sip of her tea as Ken looked at her downcast
hazel eyes. Fortunately, most of these problems were taken care
of easily enough. With a few pair of contact lenses and a
little Meiou Corporation clout, he managed to get her a enough
respectable jobs to help the poor girl get her back on her feet.
In fact, her aloft nature made her very popular with the
photographers since she complained little or at all. However,
finding *respectable* jobs for Isisu still remained an effort.
It amazed him how striking the strong family resemblance was
between Miss Meiou and Isisu. Thinking further, Ken thought
they'd be mistaken for twins, in a purely photo-negative sense
of course.
Isisu once again raised her cup and Ken observed her very
purposeful movements. It was almost a ritual how Isisu would
drink her tea. The way she formally grasped the handle and the
calculated amounts of liquid she would partake with each sip.
"Ya know," Ken fanned his fingers at Isisu, "you drink your
tea just like Miss Meiou does."
Before Isisu could put her cup down to adequately reply, Ken
continued brimming with excitement at his new discovery. "Maybe
it's a side effect to your amnesia. Maybe you're trying to
emulate Miss Meiou since she's so close to you."
Ken's mind began to reel. She could be easily molded into the
next Setsuna Meiou. Maybe Miss Meiou was grooming Isisu to run
the Meiou Corporation. The seed of endless possibilities for
Isisu grew in Ken's mind. So ... fascinating.
Suddenly a coffee cup landed in front of him. Blinking, Ken
nodded and thanked the bowing waitress.
"But I have never seen Setsuna drink her tea before. I have
only met her on three occasions. The first time was when I was
introduced to you at her office, I do not remember Setsuna
drinking anything that day, but she did have a cup on her desk.
The second time I had to discuss with her about my living
arrangements and she had offered me to live with her, but I
turned her down and told I was going to live in my own apartment
and she-"
"Okay, Isisu." Ken shook his hands loose of his sleeves to rub
his temples. "I get the point."
His eyes zeroed in on the face of his watch that clung loosely
by its leather straps to his wrist. "Whoa, I had no idea I was
that late," Ken flung his coffee cup to his mouth, finishing it
in one swig before continuing, "I have an appointment early
tomorrow morning."
Ken jettisoned himself from the booth while his tall, tanned
partner calmly set down her cup and lifted herself from her
seat. "Do you want me to accompany back to your apartment?"
"Er," Ken's cheeks began to warm. What brought this on, he
wondered. Was it the new cologne? "I suppose. My apartment's
a bit of a mess though, if you don't mind."
The woman's long lavender hair swayed as she tilted her head,
looking at her blond friend curiously. "Why would I be inside
your apartment?"
Ken slouched forward slightly and his black shirt billowed
outwards, making him look like he just ate his fill of crow.
Without another word, Ken placed a few yen on their table before
preceding for the street.
As he escorted Isisu out of Ben's Cafe, Ken looked back inside.
The place had a very ambient atmosphere and American in style,
a New York atmosphere, one person told him. Heck, they even had
little mini English lessons every so often. And he loved it so
very much because when he was there he wasn't in the crowded and
busy Tokyo crammed in subway cars with total strangers. When he
was in that cafe, he was free and he could spread his wings out
and soar to places like the United States or even France. Hell,
all of Europe. But he realized it was all just a fantasy when
he returned to these crowded streets.
Ken glanced over at the lavender-haired woman, walking with
deliberate steps. Isisu, though, didn't seem to share the same
kind of enthusiasm he had hoped when first suggested this place.
He had wished she would share the same kind of longing to just
get away from this damn city. But she just shrugged like it
didn't matter one way or the other. He chalked up his
disappointment to being naive.
The blond slouched even more and pursed his lips and glanced
again at Isisu. She still kept her steps in time with an
unheard beat. She stared straight ahead looking at nothing in
particular or even taking notice of Ken blatant gaze. Ken
turned his head forward again and his eyes glazed over looking
at nothing in particular.
Both traveled in silence for several blocks until they reached
Ken's apartment. The pair stopped in front of the building. As
Ken approached the entrance, he noticed Isisu standing there.
"What is it, Isisu?" Ken could barely make out Isisu in the
waning sunlight. Only her hair stood out as her dark skin
seemed to fade into the darkness.
"Would you like me to escort you to your apartment?" Isisu
stiffly motioned her hand towards the entrance as a mechanically
polite gesture.
Ken sighed to himself. "If you want to. It's fine by me."
"Very well." Isisu nodded in affirmation and followed Ken
inside.
In his mind, Ken reeled. What was Isisu trying to pull here?
Did he finally melt that frigid Isisu? Is she a fox in bed?
Ken rattled the thoughts from his head. No, no, no. Hardly, he
could only see Isisu as an acquaintance. Besides that, what
would Miss Meiou do?
Despite all this, Ken's cheeks grew hotter and hotter. His
kettle was just about to whistle when they reached his apartment
door. With a shaking hand, Ken whipped out his keys and
unlocked his door.
Ken stood at the threshold and slowly brought his eyes up
towards' Isisu's and hoping to read what her next move would be.
Then he waited.
Finally, Ken slapped his thighs to break the silence.
"Soooooo..."
Isisu just tilted her head once again and returned Ken's stare.
"Yes?"
Immediately, Ken looked down at his wry fingers stitched
together in front of his waist. "Er, thanks. For keeping me
company."
"I am glad to have fulfilled your request."
Ken tried his best to hide the shy smile coming across his
reddened cheeks. "Heh. Well, ya know, er, I was, uh," Ken
stammered, "wondering if you wouldn't, um, joining me..."
His voice trailed off once he became acutely aware of Isisu's
absence. "Er.."
Feeling the burden of yet another spurned opportunity, Ken
leaned his heavy head against the door..
*THUD!*
Without realizing he had just opened it.
"Ahhh, hell." He grumbled.
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What a dull place, she thought. Tall buildings with flat
boring faces, even the waning sunlight with its dazzling mixes
of red and orange couldn't bring some facetious personality to
them. And the glittery signs that clung to them competing for
her attention also failed to impress her with their messages
aflame. Just mere illusions they all were.
These buildings so blatantly lorded their size over her in
hopes to belittle. Only the monolithic Palace back home with
its smooth black surface achieved a greater level of
intimidation. Yet these giants were not only just cold, but
unfeeling.
She had this incredible urge to topple them over, in defiance
of their arrogance. Show those unfeeling buildings pain. She
scowled and wrapped her cloak around her tighter to conceal her
fuku underneath. She knew when she came here she would probably
be out numbered, but that was the thrill of the battle. The
moment she had arrived, she expected to be greeted by some brave
fool to challenge her.
However, no brave fool came and she had to be received by one
and her craving continued unabated. She wanted to scream as the
unbearable tingling spread all over her body, turning her
disappoint into agitation.
She loved the thrill of battle and her craving for it was
boundless. The satisfaction she received from the smell of
burning flesh and the screams of the suffering was only all too
brief. Which probably made her ideal for this mission to find
the Sovereign that Sets desired so much.
Not even Sailor Hermes dared to challenge her for it, though
she wouldn't hesitate one moment to kill her just to improve her
standing with Sets. Nothing new there.
Her eyes darted from one cheery face to another. These people
offered her no challenge. Any of them could be the Sovereign of
the Spirit. In fact, she didn't even have slightest clue what
the wrench looked like for that matter. She continued to walk
along side of the paved road crammed with motor vehicles,
whining to be free of their concrete trap.
Everything was so organized. Lights turned green, the people
moved herding themselves along according to the commands of some
machine.
'This is what happens when there is no strife.' Her demeanor
grew darker. 'Everyone takes for granted the value of their own
individualism. They don't have to scrape out an existence day
in and day out.'
None of these people knew what tragedy was like. None of them
had the fire within themselves like those of Canyon's Edge.
Then her scowl slowly creased upwards. Perhaps she should give
them a dose. Besides, how else was she suppose to get the
Sovereign's attention if she didn't stir things up a little?
Maneuvering through the crowded streets, she came to a fancy
looking tavern. Yes, this would be a great place to start. She
loosened her cloak and preceded inside.
A barmaid approached her, at least a conservatively dressed
one. "Hi hi! Welcome to Ben's Cafe. May I help you?"
The woman smiled politely and pulled her jet black hair behind
her ear. "Yes, you may."
Her smiled faded and lashed out her hand, grabbing the
barmaid's brown mane. She yanked the young girl's head back and
growled at her. "You can scream for me."
Dragging the girl with her, the woman paced around the front of
the cafe to address her captive audience. "As for the rest of
you-"
Before she could finish, a hand gripped her wrist and squeezed,
trying to make her relinquish the handful of hair. "That's
enough, miss."
The dark haired angel of death twisted her head. Finally a
brave soul, she snorted to herself. "Things are just beginning
and you've had enough."
With the swift reply of her fist to the man's abdomen she
jarred his grip loose and sent him flying. Her craving
subsided, but she needed more. A lot more.
Turning, she sized up her challenger. She quickly realized the
fool didn't bother to wear any armor, he instead wore the same
flimsy outfit as the whimpering barmaid. Even tied his long
hair in a pony tail like the barmaid's. She never knew of such
men of light masculinity being this brave.
However her musings would have to wait until after she turned
this group of disbelievers into martyrs. "As I was saying, the
rest of you will learn a lesson about pain." The dark-haired
woman paced in front of her congregation with the barmaid close
behind, yelping at every jerk. "Strife." Jerk. "Death." Jerk.
"And suffering."
She turned once again toward her brave fool just now able to
get to his feet. He froze as she zeroed him in her sites. "One
that I shall teach to each of you personally."
His limps stiffened and his mouth dried when she leveled her
finger at him. "And you shall be my first pupil."
"STRAFE SPEAR!" Suddenly, a narrow stream of fire blazed forth
from her finger tip. Flames roared and snaked around the cafe,
scorching a path toward its prey.
Finally, the waiter's instincts went to flight and he bolted
for the exit. Unfortunately, the flame's tenacious pursuit
could not be eluded and twisted wildly after its victim.
Eventually, the speed of the waiter's legs couldn't overcome the
streaking flame.
The resulting impact hurl the man through the glass into the
packed sidewalk. The woman smiled to herself as people began
their melodic screams, while the glow of the burning corpse
mesmerized her. The sparkle of the flame was much more
satisfying than those flashing signs outside. She would have to
show them all the beauty of a true inferno.
The woman then waved her finger around the cafe, enveloping it
with the cleansing flames. People made mad dashes for their
lives, most of whom the woman obliged with a fiery good-bye.
The woman breathed in deep and soaked in the luminance. The
smoke, the intense heat, the smell of burning flesh, and the
sparkling embers of the cafe excited her senses. Exhilarating
to say the least. The colors of red, yellow, and orange
contorting together.
Soft sobs extinguished her reverie reminding her of the barmaid
still in her clutches. The woman looked down at the girl
kneeling next to her, covering her face and crying. With a
hearty tug she leaned in close and whispered in the girl's ear.
"And you my fine pupil," the woman's silhouetted smile
contorted in the chaotic flickering of the flames, "have
learned the last lesson."
As pieces of the roof fell around them, the woman tugged the
barmaid to her feet and her whispers barely audible over the
roaring fires. "You have learned of the horror of witnessing
the deaths of others, many of whom probably were you friends, or
not. But never forget what you've seen today, and always
remember that peace is but an illusion and that Chaos will
always have its due."
The barmaid's lips quivered and tears streamed from her brown
eyes while the woman removed some of her jet black hair from her
face and placed her finger on the girl's temple.
"Unfortunately, it will be a lesson you will have to take with
you into the afterlife."
The woman observed the girl closing her eyes and perhaps
praying silently. She remembered she did that once, long ago as
well under the same circumstances, but she learned then that it
was a futile practice.
"Good-bye." The woman then prepared to put the girl out of her
misery.
However, she found herself staring at the end of a staff
encasing a glowing red orb. The dark-haired woman tilted her
head upwards to the scarlet eyes of the staff's owner.
The stranger spoke evenly, fixing the other with a stern
expression. "This will end."
Lowering her hand from the girl's temple and letting go of her
hair, the woman smirked. "Perhaps Chaos will have to wait
another day for you, child."
Crawling back, the girl looked between the two for a moment and
then scurried out of sight. The two remained still while the
cafe crumbled.
The woman quickly assessed her new rival, immediately taking
notice of the stranger's white bodice and black bow, as well as
her golden tiara. The stranger's long locks embraced her body
like a cloak and glowed in the fire's light with a strange green
sheen.
"You must be one of the Sailor Senshi." The woman motioned to
the stranger's outfit and then to her staff still positioned at
her chin. "And more than likely you're Time Guardian, Sailor
Pluto. It's nice to finally have a worthy challenger, these
people could hardly keep me amused."
"Who are you and what business do you have here, Dark Senshi."
Sailor Pluto dry tone strained with her outrage.
The woman backed away in surprise from her taller compatriot
and slipped her pitch black hair away from her face. "Ah, I see
you know of us." The woman reached inside her cloak and
continued to back away from the staff. "But I'm not ready to
properly introduce myself yet."
When Sailor Pluto attempted to follow, the woman took to the
offensive.
"CHAOS FLAME!"
A wall of flames surrounded the woman and exploded outwards,
sending Sailor Pluto and the remains of the cafe flying. Upon
landing on her feet, the Time Guardian readied herself against
her combatant emerging from the smoldering rumble.
"I am the Goddess of War and a warrior of death. I bring about
suffering and strife." The woman's mask flickered with the
flame's light reflecting the exaggerated features of a wolf. "I
am Sailor Ares."
The whipping wind of the explosion's fallout loosened her black
cloak revealing her dilapidated uniform. The woman cleaned her
soot-soiled hands onto her grey bodice stained with blood.
"Tell me where the Sovereign of the Spirit is." The Dark
Senshi commanded while the fires ignited another explosion. The
resulting shockwave billowed out the singed ends of Ares' skirt
and teased the tattered edges of the red bow on her chest.
Sailor Pluto stood strong against the stiff breeze. "Leave
this realm, Sailor Ares. You will not find what you're questing
for here."
Ares smirked underneath her mask. "Playing dumb with me isn't
going to work Sailor Pluto. We both know that she's here."
Without warning the woman threw both of her hands outward at her
green-haired combatant. "STRAFE SPEAR!"
The Time Guardian leapt over the surge of flames, only to be
knocked down by the impact of Ares' fist. Both women landed on
the ground and propelled themselves at each other. Ares rolled
under the swing of Pluto's staff and failed to connect with a
leg sweep. Immediately regaining her footing, Ares charged at
her opponent flailing her limbs, enraptured in the thrill.
"Where is she." She growled to the Sailor Senshi as she
continued her wild attack.
Fist met staff at every blow, frustrating the black haired
aggressor who responded by charging with greater vigor.
Patiently, Pluto observed her crazed opponent. Jab, punch,
kick, jab, punch, kick. Very slowly she could see it, she just
had to keep up a little longer. Jab, punch, kick, jab, kick.
"Damn you!" Ares rage boiled hotter and she flailed her limbs
harder and faster. She would get this Senshi. "Argghh!"
Pluto moved swiftly with her staff matching her opponent's
fervor, coming closer to unlocking the chaotic pattern with each
deflection. Jab, punch, kick, punch. Now.
Swinging her staff around, Pluto caught Ares in the knee. The
dark haired woman's momentum sent her stumbling over and nearly
falling to her knees. Her green-haired opponent leapt back and
brought her staff around, unleashing her fury.
"DEAD SCREAM!"
The concentric ball of wind and air rushed toward Ares and
smashed into her chest.
Immediately, Ares jumped to her feet. She couldn't let this
Senshi win so easily, she thought while she fought to fill her
lungs. Every intake of air brought on greater twinges. Then
the Time Guardian landed softly in front of her, her staff ready
for another attack.
A moment of sobriety over took the dark haired harlot. She
became acutely aware that she couldn't take on Sailor Pluto
with a few cracked ribs, and though she could probably kill the
Senshi, she'd be killing herself in the process. And death
presented an insurmountable obstacle in her search for the
Sovereign.
Ares sneered within the confines of her mask, just when she had
a worthy rival. Oh well, it would give her time to plan. Her
smirk returned. And she would be better prepared next time.
"Till next time Pluto." She rasped painfully. "CHAOS FLAME!"
At her command, a wall of flames burst from the ground between
the pair. The Time Guardian could only shield her face until
the flames died anyway revealing that the Dark Senshi had
already retreated.
The green haired Sailor Senshi relaxed her posture and looked
at the ruins surrounding her. This one proved to be more
powerful than her expectations. There was no holding back with
these Dark Senshi and they were the all the more dangerous for
it. The screams of the sirens grew closer, calling her to leave.
She closed her eyes and sighed, trying to alleviate the sadness
that weighed on her. More would have to suffer inevitably, but
she couldn't stall any longer, the poor child would have to face
her destiny.
It was time.
-End of Chapter 1-
Thanks:
I'd like to thank Setsu-P <setsu_chan@yahoo.com> for letting me play around
with her characters in this story and correcting every little detail I had gotten
wrong. <grin>
I'd also like to thank Dark Master Jewelle for letting me know when I fell into
fan senshi cliches.
And last of all I'd like to thank the Pretty Soldier ML for supplying me with the
SM information I needed. I especially appreciate their efforts.
*************
Disclaimer:
*************
Sailor Moon is owned by Naoko Takeuchi and in America by CWi.
All original characters are owned and copyrighted by Setsu-P (c) 2000.
They are being used with owner's expressed permission.
Till May comes again!
Bastion
bastion@ix.netcom.com
http://pweb.netcom.com/~bastion/index1.htm