A life worth living.
Sailor Moon and Bubble Gum Crisis Cross Over
with the addition of a new character.
Future chapters will be DARK.
Written by: Nathan Burnham.
PLEASE C&C, I want to know what everyone thinks
before I continue writing more.

Sailor Moon and Bubblegum crisis are owned by their respective
creators.  I don't even know why we
bother doing this... Oh well, enjoy!
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Life is so short.
Sometimes in such a short life a person is able to do
something very special.
Sometimes this special thing is so significant that it
allows them to live on past their normal short lifespans
in spirit, tales of their deed carrying their memory on.
Most of the time this memory only lives for a short
while, rememberance of them to be replaced by that of
others.
Sometimes however something special happens and they
are remembered for a long time and sometimes for as
long as man has the abilities to record or tell their tales of
those preceeding them.

This is not the story of someone with a short life.

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Night.  Bodies litter the ground.  Some are missing parts and
almost all are dressed in armor and many were carrying weapons.
Rubble of the once proud marble buildings litter the ground.  Some
of the bodies have been crushed by the rubble, others are lying on
or around it.  There is no wind, merely an eerie silence.
Sunlight glints off some of the weapons as the sun rises upon a
battlefield.  Great marble buildings as far as the eye can see have
been reduced to rubble, some of the pure marble stained red with
the blood of slaughtered soldiers.  Further on towards the centre
of this horrible necropolis is the remains of a great marble palace.
In the rubble of the west wing are the bodies of many men and women
dressed in suits and ballgowns.  Murdered in the middle of their
grand ball.  Musicians lie clutching their instruments in their
lifeless hands.  Couples lie on the ground in a cold embrace.
Looking down from above the full extent of the damage can be seen.
Not a single building is left whole, most have been decimated.
Small black dots litter the ground, a stark contrast with the rubble.
A single ant-like dot remains moving.  The young man is dressed in
the remains of a suit of armor, a sword clangs forgotten at his side
as he crawls through the bloodied streets.  Tears, once freely
flowing have long since stopped.  He ignores most of the bodies,
stopping occasionally when he sees a friend or relative.  The man
stops and runs his hands through his long black hair, adding more
blood to the already clotted mane.  He picks up his pace once more,
making his way steadily towards the outskirts of the city.  He is
beyond pain, beyond exhaustion.  His finely chisled features turn
towards a small house.  The young man moves forward, cradling the
body of an older man.  His tears fall once more, landing on the man's
face and long white beard.  He cradles the older man even as the
circular shape of the earth rises over the horizon.

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"Do you read me Housten?"
"Yes, loud and clear. Carry on."
"It's even more amazing than the recon pictures..."

Men, wearing white space suits marvelled at the beuty of the ruined
civilisation before them.  The story given to the populace would prove
to be one remarkably different from the truth,  the truth would be too
difficult.
They only stayed for another hour, before bouncing off into their space
ship and heading back towards their home.  Earth.  They did not notice
that they had a stow-away.

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Red eyes skim over a police report, it is replaced by another after
only a second, then another and another.  Finally one stays on the
screen for longer than the others.  Part of it is highlighted and
then copied, then it too is replaced by another report.  After a
while the hacker stops scanning and brings the cut piece up on the
screen.

'Boomer was killed by an unknown assailant.  It was decapitated in
the same way as the victim, by a person/thing of great strength with
a sharp weapon, possibly with a sword.  Lack of energy burns at the
site lead us to believe that it was not the work of an energy weapon.
Likewise the amount of strength required leads us to believe that the
suspect must be a boomer itself.'

The hacker yells happily, "I've got something!"
"Good, " says a woman behnd the hacker, her voice sounding cold, "Is
there a list of subjects?"
"Only one, " the hacker replies, "and he was not followed up because
there was no apparent way he could have done it."
"Can you find out where he is now?" The other voice asks, confident in
the hackers abilities.
The hacker taps on her keyboard, typing as fast as a very competant
secretary.
"Done!" the hacker replies, after only a few moments.
"That was quick.", a genuine hint of suprise enters the womans voice.
"One of the only good things about Genom."
"You're in Genom? What about ADP?"
"Genom's got more, it's harder but better in the long run." The hacker
replies, a little sadly.

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He knew he was being watched, he'd felt it a few times a day for the
past
few weeks.  It was definatly not a very good thing.  Any number of
people
or groups were after him, he'd attracted a lot of attention in the past
thirty or so years.  USSD, Genom, Various tongs and triads, the Yakuza,
various countries armed forces and worst of all, the Dark Kingdom.  He
had
been battling the Dark Kingdom for the past ten years in Tokyo but had
never been able to hurt them very much, their hold on Japan was very
tight.
The only others that were actually fighting the Dark Kingdom didn't even

realise it.

He ducked into an alleyway and hid behind some rubbish, still the
feeling
didn't leave.  He had always trusted his instincts, they had kept him
alive
for many many years.  He knew then where his observer was.  He crouched
down
and sprung in a manouver similar to that of a cat pouncing.  He grabbed
hold
of the roof on the other side, about thirty feet above the ground.  He
pulled
himself up and sure enough his watcher was standing a few feet away from
him.
Her pink hardsuit stood stock-still, frozen like a deer in headlights.
He was
sure that if he could see her face, there would be a look of complete
surprise.
"A Knight Saber?" he asked, suppressing the surprise in his voice as he
tepped
closer to the Saber.
"Why are you following me?" he asked in a stern voice.
"A...A..." a moderated voice stuttered, before becoming more confidant,
"You
will come with me."
"I *will*, will I?" he answered, drawing out a very large knife.  He
peered
intensly, as if attempting to look through her face plate.
"Who are you? Who do you work for? Why are you after me?" he asked
rapidly, one
question after another.  He looked visibly tired once he had asked the
last
question.  He began coughing and the Saber took a step towards him.
"Tell me *cough* miss Romanova. *cough**cough* why would you
be working for the Knight Sabers, ADP and the USSD all at once?"  He
asked, raising his head to look at her.  The pink Saber took a step
backwards, not only because of the question but also because of the
blood that smeared his hand and his lips.  She leaned against a wall to
keep
herself steady.
"Well?" he asked again, after finishing coughing.
"How?" a modulated voice replied.
"That is not important, why are USSD after me this time?"
He waited a second for an answer to come from the armored Saber.
"We cannot tell you that as we don't know ourselves."
"Ok.  How much are they paying you?" he asked, satisfied by the answer.
There was another long wait before the Saber answered, "Five million
NuYen."
He considered this, whatever they wanted him for it was important, "I'll
double it."