OK, I'll just try this fic.
The idea just popped into my head

Disclaimer:
The series involved are owned by Naoko Takeuchi
and Micheal Moorcock. They'd probably send
Sailor Moon and Elric over to my house to beat me 
into a bloody pulp , so don't bother to sue.


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She hated Crystal Tokyo.

Hated it with every bone in her body.

She watched as each person walked by with that
mindless look in their eyes. 

What is the use of a paradise without freedom ?

She hated the way that the Queen controlled the people
in the city. She hated the Queen as much as she hated
the city. 

<Better keep my face blank or they'll find out, that I broke 
the control.> She thought to herself as she started to walk 
again, inane smile on her face , pretending that everything
was fine. 

It made her want to vomit.

It had been three days since she had broken loose
of the mind suppression. Three days since the Resistance 
contacted her and told her to act like nothing happened. 

< If they ever find out, I'm dead.> She thought again as she 
saw on of the White Robes walk down the street. Exile was 
not something that she would like to happen to her. The 
Resistance needed her help and they were gonna get it.     

She knew they hated Crystal Tokyo. She knew why they 
hated it. But she hated Cyrstal Tokyo for another reason.
It was the feelings.

Ever since she broke free, she had been feeling 
things. Feeling that there was something wrong.That 
something in the universe was out of whack.

Totally out of whack. 

Right here in Crystal Tokyo.

She heard the voices again in her mind.

< BALANCE, CHAMPION , THE COSMIC BALANCE>

She suppressed the urge to move her head side to 
side. The White Robes were still there ,watching.
One wrong move and she was a goner.  
 
She had started to have dreams since that night. Dreams 
of war and chaos, of battles in far gone ages. Her eyes 
started to  glaze over once again as she started to see 
herself .......

.......leading a charge against the Saracens in
Roncesvalles, a sword called Durendal in her hand....

.....killing people with a mad laugh with another
sword , Stormbringer , crooning to him in it's 
soft voice.......

.....Raising her sword , this one with no name, as
she charged the English in the name of France....

.....No sword but a gun, running through the
streets of a city, a howling mob after her. A name
leaping into her mind, Jerry Cornelius.........

....Battles, Chaos, Strife.......

...... She stopped. She heard the approaching
steps of the White Robes. She reached for her 
sword. 

< What sword ?> she asked herself, wondering
why she did that knowing in her mind that she 
was incomplete without the sword.

The White Robes were almost upon her. She
did the only thing she could do.

She ran.

Ran into a narrow alley of Crystal Tokyo, hoping to
lose her pursuers. She met a dead end.

< Damn !> 

The White Robes were closing in. She turned around,
looking for something to throw at them. She wasn't going 
to go down without a fight. She clenched her fists. 

The White Robes suddenly stopped. One stopped because
someone had just impaled him on a _very_big sword.
The other stopped because his head had just removed 
by the neck, making a little spurt of blood in the air.

The White Robes fell down to show her the ones who
saved her.

One was a large man in jetblack armor trimmed by gold.
His face was obscured  by a large helmet. 

The other one was his direct opposite. Green eyes stared
back at her from a handsome face with a smiling wryly.
He was dressed in a long black cloak and had a broad wide
brimmed hat that was crinkled just so on the left corner.
A feather stuck out from the hat's brim.

She wondered how the hell did they got into Crystal Tokyo
without arousing suspicion.

' Damn it, old friend , you're as hard to find in this city as 
a needle in the haystack ! This time you're a girl it seems !'  
said Greeneyes with a widening grin as him and the armored 
warrior approached.

She remembered a name. < Jhary.> 

' You've changed too, Jhary.' she said not knowing why.

' She has gained the rudimentary knowledge, dandy.'
said the armored warrior, which she recognized as someone
called the Warrior in Jet and Gold.

' Yes, Warrior. I remember.' She responded.

'Then let us be off. Law must fall quickly or stagnation
will come to Life.' with that the Warrior opened a magic 
portal.

' Champion Eternal, your sword awaits.' 

As she entered the portal, she heard Jhary say something behind me.

' All hail to the Balance. Death to Law. ' 

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There it goes.          

If you hated it, let me smoke one cigarette and put on
a blindfold before you start shooting.
 
As always, C&C and MSTs are begged for. 
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