Subject: [FFML] [FF] [SM] Not A God Part 1
From: Night Rider
Date: 5/25/1998, 1:20 AM
To: ffml@fanfic.com

	The sun shone through the windows of Setsuna's office.  A 
beautiful, if not a little warm, Summer's day.  Usagi was pouring 
across the design sheets as the elder Senshi finished off the last 
of the "Kingdom of Love" range of designs.  The pair had worked 
furiously over the last week to complete the range before its 
looming release date.

	With a sigh of relief, the pair sit back and look at the 
designs.
	"Finally,"  Setsuna put her hands behind her head, "they're 
finished.  I thought we'd never get through it all."  Setsuna threw 
the pencil high into the air and caught it with precision.  Usagi 
watched her and smiled.
	"Not quite, yet."  She looked down at the last design, one 
that bore an... interesting resemblance to her own dress when 
transformed into Serenity.  Setsuna gave her a quizzical look, then 
nodded understandingly.

	Usagi took a pencil and signed underneath the design....

	'DEDICATED TO MIKI - THE LITTLE PRINCESS GOWN'

	Usagi stood and stared down at the gown, her eyes misty for a 
few moments.
	"You know...."  She said.  "For some reason, I can almost 
vision her wearing this dress.  Almost as if she had modelled it for 
us."

	Setsuna merely smiled.

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BISHOUJO SENSHI SAILORMOON
NOT A GOD
by Night Rider

Disclaimer - all characters pertaining to the series Bishoujo Senshi
Sailormoon are owned by Takeuchi Naoko, Bandai and Kodansya.  All
other characters were thought up by me.  Well, its true, isn't it?

Chapter 1
>From Small Seeds

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>From the Personal Journal of Neo Queen Serenity
(Tsukino Usagi I)

6/29/98

	It's funny....  People say we're the greatest heroes this 
world has ever seen.  We never lose a fight, no matter how big or 
how small.

	What a joke.  We may win, but that doesn't mean we REALLY win, 
in the end.  As someone once said, "What price victory"?  The price 
can be too high at times.

	Where can I begin to tell this tale I have been holding within 
me for so long?  Perhaps at the beginning.  It would seem logical, 
but in this matter, logic is too cool a term to use.

	It was a cold day in February.  There was still snow on the 
ground.  Late storms had made living difficult across Japan.  
Galaxia and the Starfighters had left Earth no more than a couple of 
months ago.  It had been difficult to say goodbye to Seiya....  But 
I had been able to get over it.  What was harder was to explain to 
Mamoru the kind of relationship we had had whilst he had been 
missing.....

	He'd turned out to be rather more understanding than I'd given
him credit.  And before long, things were pretty much back on track.
Mamoru left (properly, this time) to take up his scholarship in the
US.  A little late, but better late than never.

	He's back there now.  It'll be a couple of months before I see
him again.  I hate these moments apart from my Mamo-chan.

	It was on a weekend, when I had left for his apartment to
water his roses and dust things down.  A right little houseproud
girl I had become in those weeks.

	For some reason, I'd found myself humming this tune.  
Something or other Densetsu, or something like that.  It was a 
catchy little tune, whatever it was.  I'd had my mind on other 
things when I felt a hand land on my shoulder.  It gave me something 
of a fright, considering I was standing on the nearby wall, looking 
down at Naru in a fighting stance.  The look on her face had to be 
seen to be believed.

	"Ahem....  Sorry 'bout that, Naru-chan."  I giggled, hand 
behind the head, sweatdrop about the size of the Pacific running 
down my forehead.  There were times when I felt being attacked by 
copious numbers of monsters had a lasting effect on me.  It was 
another five minutes before I could get down, as I suddenly 
discovered, much to my chagrin, that I was afraid of heights.

	And as the wall was only 4 inches thick, it took all my powers 
to keep up.  Well, fear maybe.....

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	"Umm....  Naru-chan....  You wouldn't happen to have a ladder 
on you, would you?"

	Naru sighed.  "Usagi-chan, why don't you just jump down?  
After all, you jumped up there in the first place."

	Usagi shook her head.  "How can I do that?  From up here 
everyone looks like ants."

	Naru looked down at the ground and chuckled.  "Usagi-chan, 
they ARE ants."

	"Yeah, and they look such a long way down, too."
	"Usagi-chan, if you don't jump down, I'll start pitching these 
dumplings I bought for us to eat at you and make you fall."
	
	Even before Naru had finished the sentence, she found Usagi 
was no longer on the wall.  She turned aside to find her friend 
stuffing the last of the dumplings from one of the bags in her 
mouth.

	"Mmmf fmmfmmf mffmfm mmfmffmmmm mmfffmm."  Usagi said, 
happily.  Naru spent most of the day trying to decipher this.
	"Where are you going, anyway?  I see you walking this way 
every day, and it can't be to visit Mamoru."
	Mmmffmfff...."  Usagi swallowed a lump of dumpling roughly 
larger than the width of her throat and smiled, her face a mess.  
"Oh, I promised Mamo-chan that I'd look after his apartment and 
roses whilst he was away."
	"Quite the domesticated little wife, aren't you?"  Naru 
chuckled, digging her elbow into Usagi's side.  Usagi giggled 
inanely, blushing.
	"Yeah, well... uhhh..."
	"When are the pair of you going to tie the knot, eh?"
	Usagi went dewey eyed for a moment.  Visions of herself and 
Mamoru in wedding attire flashing across a large field of flowers 
coming to mind.  Then she turned back to Naru, shrugging.
	"Hmm...  We're not quite ready for that kind of committment, 
yet.  I'd prefer to be finshed with High School first."  Usagi would 
have quite happily finished school right there and then.  Of course, 
that would be cheating.  And her parents would have something to say 
about it, as otosan still didn't trust Mamoru yet.  What was the 
term he used...  "cradlesnatcher"?  Otosan could be a cruel little 
man when he wanted to be.

	Usagi asked Naru if she wanted to join her whilst she was 
cleaning the apartment, and Naru agreed.  As they made their way 
along the street, they approached a woman going up the front path of 
her house, not really paying any attention to things.  Suddenly, 
there was a blast, and they were bowled over as the woman landed on 
top of them, followed by the door.

	Usagi was the first to get to her feet.  Something to be said 
for being a senshi, at least in terms of her resistance to pain and 
injury.  She then pulled the door off the woman as Naru sat up, 
helping the woman into a sitting position.

	"Hey....  Hey, are you alright?"  Usagi knelt beside the woman 
as Naru looked over at the smoking doorway of the house.  The woman 
was bleeding from somewhere above her hairline, and was clutching 
her leg, grimacing in pain.
	"M...  Miki..."  She mumbled.
	"What?"  Usagi questioned.
	"My little girl, my daughter.  She's in the house....  Up in 
her bedroom...."
	A look of concern crossed both Usagi and Naru's faces.  "What 
happened?  What was that explosion?"  Naru bit her lower lip.
	"Don't....know.  I was just...visiting the shops...  Only 
opened the front door when... there was this... ooohhhh.."  The 
woman was now in tears as her leg began to turn blue.  Naru started 
to panic.  Usagi quickly grabbed the woman underneath the arms and 
dragged her back against the wall.  Naru watched her, getting to her 
feet.
	"What do we do?"  Naru shook with encroaching panic.
	"Call the fire service, and an ambulance.  Quickly."  Usagi 
turned back to the house, sweat running down her forehead as she saw 
flames licking out of the top of the doorway.
	Naru ran towards where some neighbours were standing at their 
front door, crying out for them to call the authorities.  Usagi 
kneeled beside the woman.
	"Where is your daughter's bedroom?  Quickly, tell me now!"  
Usagi began to wrap her hair around herself, around her neck and 
over her face.
	"Just... to the left of the front doorway...  Set of stairs.  
To the right at the top of the stairs... is where....."
	"Right then..."  Usagi quickly stood and steeled herself.  Oh 
if only there weren't so many people around.  Doing this would be so 
much easier as Sailormoon.  Somebody's gotta do it.  She took off, 
up the garden path like a demon pssessed, running through the 
doorway without even thinking twice about the danger she was putting 
herself into.

	Naru watched her go.  "USAGI!  DON'T!"  Naru shivered and was 
about to take off after her as the neighbour gripped her by the 
shoulder, shaking her head.  Naru stared at the woman for a moment, 
then returned to the side of the injured mother, holding her hand, 
the both of them staring at the house as thick black smoke began to 
billow from every opening.  The sounds of appraoching sirens seemed 
to underline the fact that things around them suddenly seemed pretty 
quiet.


	It was worse than Usagi had thought.  She couldn't see the 
fire for the amount of smoke.  Even with her long ponytails wrapped 
around her nose and mouth, it was chokingly thick, and her eyes 
immediately started to water.  The stairs were to the left, so she 
felt along the wall for the rail.  It was getting hotter the further 
she moved in.

	Eventually, she found the rail, descending towards her level.  
She climbed over the side of the rail, not even bothering to find 
the foot of the stairs, and crawled her way up.  The fire had not, 
obviously, reached this part of the house yet, because the heat was 
not increasing as she reached the top.  She then panicked.  Left or 
right?  Was it left or right here?  No, think....  To the right.  
Usagi crawled along the floor, trying to stay below the smoke.  
Eventually she reached what appeared to be the door to the bedroom.  
Within, she could hear the girl, coughing.  Usagi was partly 
relieved that the girl was, thus far, alright.  Suddenly, there was 
a thump on the floor and all went silent in the room.

	Usagi panicked and scrabbled for the door handle, an icy 
sensation running through her chest.  The door swumg open to reveal 
the girl, lying face-forward, on the floor of the room after having 
scrabbled her way, weakly, from the bed.  The girl was moving 
slightly, trying to get up herself.  For some reason, the girl 
seemed unable to muster the energy to do so.  Usagi got to her feet, 
the smoke in the bedroom nowhere as thick as it had been in the 
hallway.  She picked up the girl and moved her into a seated 
position, checking that she was alright.

	The girl stared at her with bleary, frightened eyes.  "Whats 
happening?  Who are you?  Where's Mama?"
	Usagi gritted her teeth and tried to smile.  "Your Mamas 
alright.  She's waiting outside for you."
	"Outside?'  The girl looked confused.  "You mean I have to go 
outside?"  The suggestion seemed to excite the girl somewhat.
	"Of course.  I'll get you out of here, just stick with me and 
don't worry."  Usagi wondered why someone would be so excited about 
leaving a house.  She put it out of her mind as she grabbed the 
blanket from the top of the bed and began to wrap it around the 
little girl.
	"Your name's Miki, right?"
	"Hai....  Takimi Miki..."
	"Well, Miki-chan, just hang onto me, and don't be scared.  
I'll protect you."
	"Hai, oneechan."  The girl smiled at Usagi, and she returned 
the expression, picking up the girl and feeling her small hands 
gripping her shoulders weakly.  Usagi turned and looked for the 
doorway, disappearing into the smoke haze.  Usagi steeled herself 
again and bent slightly double, dashing into the mist.

	The house was now well alight.  She could hear the flames 
crackling along the ceiling above her.  There were loud crashing 
noises all around as she felt her way down the stairs, able to see 
no more than the next step down.  The smoke was now hellishly thick, 
and she felt her chest heaving for fresh air.  Before she knew what 
was happening, she had reached the foot of the stairs.  Slowly, she 
managed to turn around and make her way to where she thought the 
doorway might be.

	In a matter of a millesecond, she found herself standing face 
to face on the verandah with two firemen, kitted up with oxygen 
equipment.  The expression on her face matched the ones on theirs.  
Before anything was said, one took her by the arm and guided her, as 
quickly as possible, away from the smoking doorway as hoses began to 
rain down upon the blazing residence.

	Usagi was guided to the other side of the street, where 
ambulance officers were attending to Miki's mother.  Usagi unwrapped 
Miki as she arrived, the girl landing in her mother's arms before 
the woman was even able to call out her name.

	Usagi collapsed against the wall as the woman hugged her 
daughter, the girl in tears of relief.  Before she knew what was 
happening, a mask was placed on her face.  The taste of pure, sweet 
air was one of the most unbelievably beautiful sensations she had 
ever experienced in her life.  That was shortly before Naru 
attempted to crush the oxygen out of her with an enormous bear hug.

	"Usagi no BAKA!"  Naru said, tears filling her eyes.  Usagi 
smiled back blearily, still not able to see very much, her eyes 
burning red with the after-effects of the smoke.
	"Heh.  And everyone said I was the cry-baby."  Usagi turned 
aside.  "How's Miki."  She squinted and watched as the mother and 
child hugged each other.  Naru smiled.
	"I think they'll be fine."

	Miki sat up in her mother's arms and looked over at Usagi, the 
mother turning and smiling.  "Say thankyou to oneechan, Miki..."
	
	"Arigato, oneechan."  Miki seemed on the edge of collapse, 
being supported only by her mother.  For some reason, Usagi seemed 
to feel pretty much the same way.  Then things went very dark.

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>From the Personal Journal of Neo Queen Serenity
(Tsukino Usagi I)

6/29/98


	I wish I could say that I remember more of what followed.  But 
I don't.  All I know is from what Naru has told me.  After passing 
out, I was placed on a stretcher and put into an ambulance.  
Apparently, both Miki and her mother had to travel with me to the 
hospital.  Miki refused to go unless I was with her.  As well as 
Naru, who had taken to holding onto my left arm like a limpet.  
Apparently they had to prise her off me when we got to the hospital.

	It is a fortunate thing that Ami's mother works at that 
hospital.  When she recognised both Naru and myself, she took charge 
of things and had my parents contacted within minutes.  Naru was 
taken away to lie down in her office.

	I had had enough tears running out of my eyes to soak the 
stretcher.  Well, I have had practice over the years.  They had to 
clean my eyes out with special eyedrops whilst I was unconcious.  It 
was about the most damage there was to my body.  Still, it was close 
to five hours before I came round.

	Its strange to think back to that moment, now.  The first 
thing that crossed my mind was that I'd forgotten to water Mamoru's 
roses, and wondered if he'd be mad that I'd let them die.  Not that 
one day missed would do much damage, but its the kind of thought 
that runs through one's mind when one has just come round from 
stress-induced sleep.

	My mother was sitting in the room, asleep on a chair.  Her 
face was covered in dried tears.  It was then that I realised that I 
wasn't home.  And at that moment I wondered how much trouble I was 
in.  All things considered, the only times my mother ever cried were 
in those moments of despair when she thought her only daughter would 
never achieve anything in life.  Oh if only I could tell her what I 
was destined to achieve.  It'd put her mind at rest.  Not that she'd 
believe me.  Initially, anyway.

	It was Ami's mother who discovered that I'd come round, whilst 
checking up on things.  Before long I was being strangled with my 
mother's arms wrapped round my neck, and my father standing in the 
corner bawling his eyes out.  Quite how my mother thought I was an 
idiot whilst simultaneously telling me how proud she was of me was 
something my brain took another few days to properly decipher.

	Before long, the whole gang was in there, assaulting me one by 
one.  At one stage, I had four inner senshi all piled on the sides 
of my bed, doing a better job than the fire at killing me.  Rei had 
to be controlled after grabbing me by the collar and screaming the 
most foul abuse one could hope to hear from her mouth.  And all this 
with more tears flying out the corners of her eyes than I had ever 
achieved.  Ami and Minako were more reserved with their relief that 
I was still alive, whilst Makoto actually looked quite angry with me 
for a while.  She came back some time after everyone else had left 
and expressed her relief then.  Makoto has a good heart, but she 
never found it easy to express things verbally.  Probably why she 
always found herself getting into fights before she met us.

	Naru was the last to see me that afternoon, having recovered,
somewhat, from the trauma of the experience.  It was hard to tell,
exactly, how she felt at that moment, because she was as totally 
washed out as I felt.  Fortunately, her mother had been summoned to
collect her from the hospital, so I knew she'd get home, safely.  In
the state she was, making her own way back was certainly not on the
cards.


	That night, Haruka and Michiru made a belated appearance, 
virtually to see how things were coming along.  I asked them where 
Hotaru and Setsuna had been, but they said they hadn't seen them 
when they'd heard what had happened.  It was only when Hotaru came 
to visit me afterwards that I realised that both she and Professor 
Tomoe had been in the hospital due to the fact that she had had an 
attack of anemia earlier that day.  Hotaru was never a healthy girl.  
I often wonder how much being Sailorsaturn actually had to do with 
the state of her health.

	But I digress.  It was Haruka and Michiru who brought Miki 
into my room.  I was surprised to see Miki in a wheelchair, and 
asked why.  Apparently, Miki had always been an unhealthy child, 
herself.  Well, for the past couple of years anyway.  There were 
reasons for this, but nobody knew it at the time.

	Haruka and Michiru left the pair of us alone in the room for a 
while, and we began to talk about things, getting to know each 
other.  Miki was about seven years old, and I was surprised to find 
that she shared the same birthday as mine.  Despite the fact that 
she seemed tired, Miki seemed to be drawing on some reserve....

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	"Oneechan..."  Miki was now sitting on the bed, leaning back 
against Usagi, whose eyes were partially covered with a small white 
cloth.  Usagi's eyes were still sore and sensitive to the light.  
Usagi lifted the cloth slightly and looked down on Miki, who was 
looking up at her with a smile.

	"What is it?  Is there something on my face?"
	"No, silly."  Miki giggled.  "Its your hair."
	"My hair?'  Usagi grabbed one of her now tatty looking 
ponytails and sniffed it.  She pulled her face away in disgust and 
dropped it back where it fell naturally.  "Indeed, a most 
unappealing smell."
	"No no no, not that.  It's the way you've got it done up."  
Miki reached up and touched the point where the ponytails were tied 
up at the top of her head.
	"What about it?  Don't you like it?"
	"No, they're fine.  Its just....  You know, this sounds kinda 
silly...."
	Miki sat back again, leaning against Usagi, who put her chin 
on top of Miki's head, holding her shoulder.  "You can tell me.  I 
won't laugh."
	"Really?"
	"Of course.  I'm big, tough Usagi-chan.  I can take it.  
After all, I can walk into burning houses without fear."  More 
likely out of stupidity, Usagi thought.  She immediately put that 
thought out of her mind when she realised that, if she'd been smart 
enough to stand and ogle at the burning house like everyone else, 
Miki would probably be dead.

	"Well, its just that, when you lifted me up, off the floor in 
my room after I fell of my bed...."
	"Hmm?"
	"You....  I thought you were Sailormoon...."
	Usagi's jaw hit the bedsheets.  "Really?  Do I look that much 
like her?"
	"Yeah.  Ever since I got sick, I've been a fan of Sailormoon."
	Usagi smiled at her, feeling inwardly proud, even though she 
knew she shouldn't be.  "How come?"
	"Well, I've always wanted to be like her.  If I ever get well, 
I want to go around and fight monsters and villains too.  It helps 
me to feel better whilst I'm stuck in bed."  Miki looked a little 
glum, then smiled back up at Usagi.  "In a funny way, I feel happy 
the house burnt down."
	Usagi stared at her, not knowing what to say.  "Wh... why?"
	"This is the first time in a year and a half I've been out of 
it.  If what Mummy tells me is true, it'll be a while before we can 
move back in."
	Usagi smirked.  "Perhaps your dream for adventures came a 
little too true, eh?"  Miki simply shrugged.
	"At least I got to meet a hero, even if it isn't Sailormoon."
	Usagi felt herself choking back a sob as she hugged Miki.  
"I'm glad to to meet you too, Miki.  I hope we can stay friends."  
When Usagi let Miki go, the younger girl looked up at her face, 
smiling, nodding simply.
	"Mama is going to have to stay in here for a while.  So I 
won't be far away from you.  Will you be leaving soon?"
	"Hmmm, not too soon, I hope."
	"Alright then.  Can I see you tomorrow?"
	"Sure.  We're friends, right."  Usagi put out her little 
finger, and the girl put hers around it.
	"Yep, friends forever."  Miki smiled.

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>From the Personal Journal of Neo Queen Serenity
(Tsukino Usagi I)

6/29/98


	It was a couple of days before I was cleared to leave the 
hospital.  My eyes were still sore, but at least most of the garbage 
that had worked its way into them through the smoke had cleared out.  
It was only as I was being let out of the hospital that I'd decided 
to visit Miki to tell her that I was being released.  Miki was 
sleeping in a small bed in her mother's room.  Miki's mother, Akiko, 
had had her leg plastered, and her head bandaged.  From the looks of 
things, she was going to be in here for quite a long time.


	I found out that Miki was to be fostered out to one of her 
relatives, somewhere outside of Tokyo, until her mother had fully 
recovered.  This would have meant long hours of travel if she'd 
wished to visit her.  In Miki's condition, this was next to 
impossible.  It was then that I hit upon my cunningly devised and 
inspired plan....  Take Miki in myself.  Now all I had to do was 
convince otosan and okasan that it was a good idea.

	I was surprised by their enthusiasm for the idea.  Little did 
I know they felt it would be a good test in responsibility for me.  
I surely couldn't have been that bad at the time?  Now was I?  Was 
I?

	Whatever the case, I didn't quite know what I was getting 
myself into.


END OF PART 1

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13th Apr 1998