Sometime last month, somebody wrote a 
spamfic. It's been nagging at me ever since. 
Anyway, here's the fic . . . you know the 
disclaimers.

This fic was written on:
A bag of pastries.
A gallon of Mountain Dew

SeventhOne

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Time:
September 13th, the year 2000. 

Method:
Take one college freshman, and designate her 
the youngest member of the Tsukino 
Expedition. Stick her into an escape pod in a 
research laboratory set up by the UN in 
Antarctica. Take one angel, an S^2 engine, and 
a Lance of Longinus. Add all the ingredients 
together and stir well . . .

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Nanashimanga presents
A Completely Ignored fanfic

Sailormoon [Impact]
by SeventhOne
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***
Antarctic Sea 
(previously known as Antarctica)
unknown date, 2002

"Who's she?"

"Apparently, she's the sole survivor of the 
expedition came out here at around 2000. We 
don't know what her name is, though. Doesn't 
seem to be in any of the files."

"Didn't Tsukino-san bring a daughter along 
with him on the trip?"

"Um, yes, but . . . You see, the daughter was a 
college freshman. This girl is a sixteen-year-
old."

"Have you asked for her name?"

"The girl hasn't spoken in two years."

"Poor girl."

"I can't blame her. She's literally seen hell."

***
Tokyo-2
(Tokyo-2 Metropolitan University)
October 23, 2005

"Tsukino?"

"Yeah. I'm Tsukino Usagi. Nice to meet you."

The girl swept back her two long braids and 
smiled.

~
Hello, mother. I haven't talked to you in a 
while . . . I'd just like to say I've made a new 
friend. I met her just a few days ago, during 
lunch break. She came over and asked my 
whether or not she could sit at my table.

It turned out that she was a freshman. Tsukino 
Usagi. Yeah. That's her name. One of those 
real air-head types. Not all that annoying, 
though. I kinda like her attitude.

I don't know why, but it looks as if she's the 
only other person on this campus willing to 
talk to me besides you. The others just tend to 
sort of observe me from afar. I guess it's 
because you're famous.

The girl's rather strange. She constantly blabs 
gossip, but . . . whenever I ask her about her 
self, she changes the topic. It's as if . . . as if 
she had something to hide . . .

I must be getting paranoid. What could the air-
head have to hide?

I did get her tell me just why she wanted to be 
friends with me, though. She says its because I 
remind her of a classmate she had in high-
school. So far, that's all she's revealed to me 
about her past.

Oh yeah. Forgot to mention that there's this 
pervert stuck on me in the last week or so. The 
name's Kaji, and I hate his guts. You know the 
type. Wandering eyes and wandering hands. 
Geez, I wish he would stay away from me.

Usagi's not helping all that much. I'm under the 
impression that she think's I should have a 
boyfriend, and that Kaji is the best choice. She 
wants to pair me up with him.

Classes are going as usual, and the professors 
are still dumb. I'm hoping to find out more 
about Usagi, so I'm gonna try to get her drunk. 
That's all for now. Talk to you next week. Bye.

***
Tokyo-2 outskirts
(Old department complex)
October 23, 2005

Usagi walked into her unnaturally bright 
whitewashed room and sank down on to the 
bed. 

"I hate this room," she said to nobody in 
particular. 

"Why do you live in it," asked a voice.

"Setsuna . . . have you not tortured me 
enough?"

"It was an unexpected change. I am powerless 
to prevent it. Even if I did have the power 
needed, the change I would cause might 
possibly lead to an even greater number of 
deaths."

"I know you've said before that nobody can 
change history, but . . ."

There was a moment of silence as Usagi let her 
mind wander into the memories . . . the 
memories that had died with the Impact.

Setsuna sighed.

"Princess . . . you have changed as well. 
Perhaps it is for the better. Neo-Queen Serenity 
could not match you in her best days."

"Yes, but . . . she's also much closer to the 
peace that she desires. I don't even know what 
I desire anymore," said Usagi. "Mamoru . . . 
Rei, Minako, Makoto, Ami . . . Haruka and 
Michiru, the Starlights . . . Hotaru and Chibi-
Usa . . . all gone."

Usagi held up her brooch. A white, perfect 
circle, with a gold star in the center. It was no 
longer something apart from her, that she 
needed. It was a part of her, something she 
could call upon at any time she wanted . . . it 
existed at the expense of her friends. 

The irony wasn't even funny.

Setsuna left the room silently, ashamed of the 
pressure she felt in her chest.

>From the desk, Luna raised her head slightly, 
and looked over to Usagi, whispering a word 
before falling back into her slumber.

***
13 km from Tokyo-3
Street-side phone booth
August 11, 2015

"Sorry. Due to the emergency situation, all 
normal phone service has been temporarily 
suspended."

Shinji hung up. 

"I knew I shouldn't have come. Gotta get to the 
evacuation center soon."

He looked down the street. Nobody at all. 

"How do I evacuate if I don't know where the 
bomb shelter --"

A car suddenly fell from the sky, crashing into 
the building next to Shinji and sending large 
pieces of debris straight at him. Shinji closed 
his eyes and moved to block, too scared to 
consider that his arms might be shattered by 
the impact. 

Nothing happened. There were just the sound 
of the debris hitting a piece of metal. Shinji 
opened his eyes slowly.

A woman with long blond hair tied into braids 
was looking at him from within the car.

"You must be Shinji," she said.

Shinji shook his head dumbly.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting. I'm Tsukino 
Usagi. Your father asked me to pick you up." 

The woman smiled.

"Come on. Let's go."

***
(To be continued . . . ?)

This story is plotted out. I don't know if I have 
the willpower to continue it, though. Maybe on 
my free time. Any C&Cor offers to pick it up 
would be appreciated.