I've decided to end this chapter short. Don't 
worry. I'll make it up in the next chapter.
Thanks to Keener for a few suggestions.

Suggestions and C&C humbly begged for.

SeventhOne

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Nanashimanga presents
A Completely Ignored fanfic

Sailormoon [Impact]
Chapter One:
" . . . please . . . help me."

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. "Father . . . 
Mother . . . 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."

***
Outskirts of Kyoto
(a mountain path)
September 6, 1999

"I've been to a lot of places, but the night sky is 
still the most beautiful here."

" . . . Why's that?"

"It's probably because there's light pollution 
elsewhere, but still . . . the weather here keeps 
the sky clear."

Fuyutsuki watched as Yui looked up into the 
night sky.

"I like the stars," she said, "But the true reason I 
love the sky here is the Moon. I can see it so
clearly."

Fuyutsuki looked up, and sighed slowly. 

". . . and the Sage parted with His Maiden, not 
by will, but because Fate separated Them. In 
mourning, He tried to create a daughter with His 
flesh, to remind Himself of Her . . . have you 
read this story, Ikari-kun?"

"No. What is it?"

"It's a perversion of the original Genesis text. I 
came over it in my research."

"Why'd you say it just now?"

"I saw the Moon, and it reminded me."

"The Moon?"

"Yes. See, in this text, the first lifeform, the one 
that would have been Adam in Genesis, was a 
sort of an androgynous entity, with both male 
and female characteristics. The being was 
incomplete and unstable, and this was what 
caused it to split in half. The male side became 
Adam, and the female side, Lilith."

"And that's the 'Sage' and the 'Maiden?' What 
does that have to do with the Moon?"

"It has to do with the moon because of the text's
interpretation of the Eve. In this story, she's the
daughter of Adam, and she's rejected by him 
because she doesn't live up to Lilith's standard. 
She left his garden, and took sanctuary on the 
Moon. She's the 'Moon Goddess.'"

"Moon Goddess?"

"Yes. She also falls under the category of the 
triple goddess archetype. That is, she has three 
aspects, the Maiden, her purity; the Mother, her
singularity; and the Crone, her bearing of sins. 
There are elements here of both the original Eve 
and the concept of the archetypal moon goddess 
as having a dual nature."

Yui considered this for a moment.

"What was her sin?"

"Jealousy."

The moon hung in the sky, surrounded by the 
infinite darkness of the night, and what little 
light the stars could shine upon it.

"I feel sorry for her," said Yui.

***
Tokyo-3 outskirts
(Usagi's apartment)
March 28, 2014

Luna sat on the chair, in human form, staring at 
PenPen.

"What are you looking at, penguin?"

*Wark*

"Not used to it? You will."

*Wark*

"What? Feed you? Usagi's not even coming 
home tonight. How's she going to feed you?"

*Wark*

"No, I'm not."

*Wark*

"As one of our roommates, you have 
responsibilities. There's not enough money for 
all three of us." She paused for a moment. "Four, 
tomorrow."

*Wark*

"What do you mean you can't get a job? Join the 
circus, damn it. It's not as if you're too dumb." 

*Wark*

"I take that back. You are too dumb."

The explosion sounded.

"There's Usagi."

*Wark*

***
Antarctica
September 13, 2000

She floated in the darkness of the void, slowly 
awakening to the sounds of voices. She opened 
her eyes slowly.

*Usagi . . .*

"Rei? Is that you?"

A different voice, this time.

*Usagi . . .*

"Ami? Makoto? Who are you?"

And yet another. And another. Another . . .

*Usagi . . .* said the voices in unison.

"Who? Who's talking?"

*We are.*

"What . . . am I dead?"

There was a shock wave. It wasn't a physical 
one. It was just . . . there. It was a wave of 
numbing emotion. A wave of . . . regret? Usagi 
couldn't tell. She felt as if she were drowning in 
it.

*We're sorry we couldn't be there for you.*

There was a blinding flash, and Usagi sqeezed 
her eyes shut. When she opened them again, she 
saw the farewell party . . . the tears . . .

*It's only half a year . . . not forever.* she heard 
herself say.

"No! What . . ."

*Accept our spirit. Live on for us, Usagi.*

"No! This isn't happening! This is not 
happening!"

Her brooch began glowing, as did the rest of her 
body. Glowing . . . until there was nothing to see 
except the white.

A inhuman wail rang in the Antarctic sky, over 
the sounds of the explosion, over the crash of the 
waves. 

***
Tokyo-2 UN Headquarters
(SEELE Conference Room)
January 27, 2009

"We have been expecting you, Lieutenant 
Tsukino," said the monolith.

Usagi sweated and put an arm behind her head. 

"Um, uh . . . have I done anything wrong?"

"No, Lieutenant. We merely wanted to interview 
a promising new recruit."

"Um, I've been in the JSDF for a little over two 
years now, so . . ."

"No, Lieutenant. A letter of transference should 
have been put into your mailbox yesterday. Have 
you received it yet?"

"Uh . . . actually, I haven't checked my mail for 
the past week or so."

Keel sweated. *Stupid girl.*

"You've just been transferred to NERV."

"Really? Ha! I knew I would make it 
eventually!"

Keel felt the invisible stares of the SEELE 
members. 

"You are excused now, Lieutenant."

"Bye-bye!"

Usagi left the room.

"You are certain this is a good idea, Keel?"

"Yes, gentlemen. She is, after all, the successor 
of Eve."

***
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.

***
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
(Tokyo University)
April 4, 1990

There was a boy sitting very still in front of his 
roommate's Macintosh Classic. He'd been typing 
away furiously the moment before, but now he 
was sitting still. And sniffing.

"Strange . . . What's that smell?"

After a few more moments of sniffing, he 
convinced himself that it'd been his imagination 
working overtime. He typed down the last 
sentence of his thesis essay and pushed open-
apple-S. 

The screen went dead. The top of the Mac began 
smoking.

"Shit! Stupid Mac! The deadline is fifteen 
minutes away!"

He clutched his head.

"What am I gonna tell Tsukino-san?!"

***
Tokyo-2
(Iwaaki Public Elementary School)
January 13, 2008

There was a window on one side of the hall, but 
it was the only one there was, a single light 
floating in a darkness of medicinal smells and 
wax. It was bright, much too bright in 
comparison with the rest of the place, and almost 
blinding if you'd been wandering around in the 
darkness for too long. It hurt to look at it.

Sunday afternoon. One wouldn't expect to find 
any students here. That was one of the reasons 
the main switch had been shut off. The 
temperature of the hall, however, wasn't affected. 
It was unnaturally cold, and the darkness didn't 
help. Considering that it felt like summer 
outside, the coldness would've been welcome by 
many.

It wouldn't be that way if you'd been stuck in 
here for more than twelve hours.

There was a boy, huddled against the wall just 
outside the light of the window, shivering. His 
eyes were closed, and there were streaks of dried 
salt across his cheeks.

In a cracked voice, he managed to repeat a line 
he'd been saying to nobody in particular for 
hours..

" . . . please . . . help . . . me."

***
Tokyo-3
(NERV UNIT-01 Containment Chamber)
August 11, 2015

Shinji stood on the deck in front of the EVA, 
looking up into its eyes in a sort of a horrified 
awe that left him trying to recover his train of 
thought. It stared back.

"It's . . . It's a robot . . . "

"Mankind's ultimate all-purpose humanoid 
weapon, the Evangelion."

"This . . . Is this what Father's created?"

"Correct."

"Father's . . . "

"He didn't tell you of this?"

The alarms began ringing.

"Haven't seen you in a long time," said a voice 
through the speakers.

Shinji instinctively looked up. A figure appeared 
in the window of the control room above UNIT-
01.

"Father."

A smile appeared on Gendo's lips as the image 
of Shinji's face flickered to life on the wall of 
screens to his side. It wasn't a pleasant smile. 

In two short words, Gendo summoned up 
Shinji's fears.

"Move out," he said, in a voice that was almost a 
whisper.

***
Tokyo-3
(Apartment in the outskirts)
August 13, 2015

Hitoshi pressed down the recording button of his 
SDAT.

"Log, eight thirteen fifteen. Today, at one in 
afternoon, I put the finishing touches onto 
system number CS-074. It's now complete, and 
functioning perfectly."

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

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