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SeventhOne

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Nanashimanga presents
A Completely Ignored fanfic

Sailormoon [Impact] part 1c
by SeventhOne
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Tokyo-3
(NERV Headquarters)
March 28, 2014

The words [First Children - Status: LOST] 
blinked to the sound of the alarm, but nobody 
paid any attention to it. All eyes were on the 
main screen, watching as UNIT-01 convulsed in 
a fit, seemingly in complete pain.

There were other words blinking on screen, but 
these were ignored as well. They were words 
like [Synchronization Rate - (- 437)%] and 
[Anti-AT-Field detected]. If anybody had been 
looking, they would have been more shocked 
than they already were.

One set of eyes was closed.

In a voice nobody could hear, a woman spoke.

"I'm sorry, Rei. This is for your own good."

***
Tokyo-3
(NERV Headquarters)
August 11, 2015

The elevator door slid open.

"Lost, Captain?"

"Ehh . . . hi, Ritsuko."

"Usagi. How many times have I told you to 
memorize the map?"

"But . . . But this place is so big!"

Ritsuko closed her eyes and sighed. She opened 
one and looked Shinji over.

"So . . . that's the Commander's son?"

"Uh, hello," said Shinji.

"Follow me," said Ritsuko as she turned and 
started down the hall.

Shinji looked to Usagi questioningly. 

"She's kinda the head technician around here."

"Oh."

"We better follow her before we get lost again."

The looked down the hall. There was no sign of 
Ritsuko. Bad sign. Usagi began sprinting, and 
Shinji followed suit.

***
Tokyo
(Juuban District)
September 13, 2000

Jupiter struggled uselessly as the angel held her 
above the burning city. The grip was a grip with 
a single hand, enclosed around her throat, 
inhumanly strong, and totally immobile.

The angel smiled.

"You are the last of the daughters of Eve here," 
he said. "Once you are gone, she will have no 
one else to protect her."

"Who . . . who are . . . you?"

A wind blew the angel's gray hair away from his 
eyes, and Jupiter finally saw them. 

The eyes were red. Red like the sunset. Red like 
the fires eating away the buildings below. Red 
like . . .

There was a muffled sputtering sound, and then 
the sound of something heavy and soft hitting 
the ground. The angel licked the blood away 
from his hand.

"My name . . . is Adam."

***
Tokyo-3
(park)
August 14, 2015

It'd been a statue of an angel, but the bomb that 
had been dropped just several days earlier had 
blown off the head, and now it was an angel 
without a face. It was, in a way, kind of fitting, 
considering the sort of person the statue was 
made in tribute of had been. The men who had 
commissioned it had named it, "The Goddess." 

There was another name.

The night had been somewhat rainy, and now 
there were several puddles on the ground near 
the statue. The head was sitting in one of them, 
and rain had gathered in the depression next to 
the right eye, making it look as if the statue were 
crying. 

The puddles didn't stop the woman from 
approaching the head, however. It was a 
relatively young-looking woman, probably a 
little older than thirty, though her eyes said that 
she was far older than that. The fact that they 
were red from crying didn't help much.

"Please help me," she said, slowly embracing the 
head as a young child would embrace a doll. She 
ignored the mud, ignored it completely. Nothing 
more was important . . .

Nothing.

***
(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&C or offers to pick it up 
would be appreciated.