Note to reader: This was started during the beginning of 6th grade, when I 
was still young (and wise) but progressively (I don't know what time it is 
now; me brain's fried)  I believe it has sprouted.  It was originally 
intended to be a comedy, but it clearly didn't work.  Instead, it turned 
into something even I'm not sure of.  This is my first work, and 
probably the only major thing I will be working on for the next year or
so. 

Many, MANY, errors can, and will be found.  

When Old Times Are New: The Full Circle
(A.K.A How I Messed Up The Top Three Anime)

A multi anime crossover 

Prologue: Future's Fury; Second Chances


	She saw red.

	Nothing but red.  

	It was the red of blinding fury and hatred.  It was her aura, 
radiating all that she collected in the last thousand years.

	She broke all of them, the weak, the strong, the innocent, the guilty,
the ones not meant to be when she awoke.

	Then, her friends came, trying to stop her.  

	The familiar faces of the girls, women now, dressed in their uniforms,
pleading for her to stop, to spare the lives of innocents, to forget the 
past.

	She killed them.  

	There was no mercy in her rage.  She watched them slowly disinegrate
into sub atomic particles.

	Then came the  pair soldiers, both carrying the mournful look of 
repentance.  They weren't afraid to die.  

	They already had. 

	Then, there was one.  The bringer of destruction, the angel of
silence, her dearest friend. 

	"What about the love you had?" Her friend had asked.

	The destroyer was destroyed.

	There was no emotion in her sorrow.  But death was quick, and 
painless. 

	The barrier then blocked her.  It was strong, so strong, like nothing 
before.  The golden warriors, of past and future, trying to persuade her, 
to get her to remember.  She knew they didn't want to fight her, but she 
didn't give them a choice.     

	"Why?" They had asked.  "Why not remember?"

	She devoured the golden light, ripping through them, one by one.

	 There were no memories of the enlightened past.  She didn't want to
remember what she did.  She COULDN'T remember what she did.

	She didn't want to remember what she had not done.

	She finally arrived to the center of it all, the very cause of what
she was. 

	Backstabber.  Killer.  Betrayer.  Queen of the galaxies.

	Her sister.   

	Her aura deepened as she growled and attacked her sibling, the
instinctive Neko-ken taking over.  Her sister didn't resist, didn't struggle,
didn't do anything against her, even when she bruised her sister, when she
left long bloody scratches on the older woman's body, even when she broke
the woman's arms and legs, even when . . she tried to crush the skull with
the same acurracy a cat would snap its prey's neck. . because the woman
knew she wouldn't, she COULDN'T, kill her sibling.

	She found herself staring down into mauve eyes that repeated itself
over and over, saying "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. . "     

	A woman blocked her vision, wearing a serene white dress.  Her 
cerulean eyes glowed with benevolence as she spoke softly to the girl: "Why
not remember what you were, and what look at what you've become?  You can
be like you were before."

	Why not?  Because she was afraid.  She was deathly afraid she had
failed her mother, her friends, her ojisan, her ouji, herself.  She was 
everything she resented now, but was she willing to admit it?  What was 
she now?  She was something before; she had to be something now.    

	She attacked the woman instead.

	Why not forever stay that way?

	NO!  NONONONONO!

	Her system screamed in warning as it tried to duplicate the 
irreproducible light from the crystal the woman held.  The entity inside
her writhed in agony as the light arched, but she only followed it to. . 
where?  

	The sword, the darkness, the light, the death, the life, the path
she took. . the one less travelled by. . 

	Remember. . . . hope.       

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Okay, I'd bet you're all confused right now (frankly, I am too).  
Well, ya know what?  Everything will be crystal clear as I post 
the next chapters.  The prologue is really weird (and has a change
of feeling somewhere) because it was written when I was in a mood
swing/writing swing.

Feel free to e-mail me C&C or flames.  I have time you know.  Time
a plenty to write back scathing remarks.

BTW, if anyone happens to be reading this and can't retrieve attached
downloads, please tell me.  The next chapters are somewhat. . . large,
and it's best to read it offline.  I'll try to split it into small parts
so online reading will be easy.   If anyone wants a downloadable version of 
this, 
e-mail me.  

There will be a rewrite of this, trust me.   

Ja ne!
Juu-chan, the chibi juzouningen.

juuhachi18@aol.com