Subject: [FFML] [FFML][SM/EH Xover]Gift of Humanity 1st Draft
From: "Jenny Chan" <android18@hotmail.com>
Date: 10/12/1999, 11:35 PM
To: ffml@fanfic.com

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    The Gift of Humanity
    First Draft
    OneShot
    A Sailor Moon/El Hazard Fanfiction Cross Over
    Written by Jenny 'Android18' Chan
    android18@hotmail.com
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    You have no idea how much I have dreaded my existance. I
have been 'alive' in a sense, for millenia, but I have never truly
lived before. I was an ultimate weapon, and I brought about the
destruction of an entire world. For as long as I could remember,
I have wanted nothing more than my own destruction, but nothing
more powerful than I existed... anywhere; not in El Hazard, nor
any of the other worlds I have been sent to. There have been no
one to end my misery.
    How ironic it is, that now that I have met a person far
more powerful than I, with the ability to end my life with a
blink of her eyes, that I find myself going against my life long
wish.
    If I die now, I will never complete the cycle which will
send me to meet the love of my life.
    I stare into her cold, inhuman, red eyes, as she stares
right back my blue ones. Her eyes bother me. I probe her for
weaknesses.
    She has none.
    If I don't die from the impending fight, my mind would
surely explode with the knowledge of the massive amount of
techniques she would use on me. I am sure she knows that if she
doesn't kill me, I will just get more powerful.
    We stand there, sizing each other up, looking for strengths
and weaknesses. Though it seems like we are doing nothing, the
mental battle raging through our minds would put the Holy War to
shame.
    We just stand there, staring at each other. I get the idea
that she's as unused to having to explain her actions as I am,
for she doesn't ask me a thing. She doesn't ask me why we are
fighting, and why I am here.
    In truth, if she did ask me, I would have no way to answer
her. I do not know why we are fighting either.
    Not so long ago, I didn't need a reason to blow an opponent's
head off. If an order to kill came, I would comply. But after he
freed me, I found, much to my initial delight, that I now had
freedom. I could use the morals and beliefs I borrowed from him
to help me decide what was right and what to do.
    And right now, I do not know why I am fighting, and what I
should do.
    For the first time ever, I ask, "why do we fight?"
    She looks back at me. "You are trespassing." She says
calmly, evenly. "The punishment for trespassing is death."
    Her words make sense to my old logic circuits, but my new
sense of justice disagrees. "Forgive me," I say, "I did not know
I was trespassing. For that matter, I do not even know where I
am."
    "It matters not," she replies cooly. "Ignorance is no
excuse for tresspassing in the time stream. Those who make it here
by accident are just as likely to manipulate time for their own
purposes as as those who come here with a purpose."
    Again, she makes sense. Having just learn where I am, I
have the terrible urge to change history, and go straight to my
beloved, instead of wandering time and space for another 6 945
years before my 10 000 year quota is up.
    She seems to be able to read my thoughts, or maybe it is
just obvious, for she says, "like I just said. Now prepare for your
punishment."
    My eyes narrow. "You will not find me seaking death anymore,"
I tell her. "In fact, you just might discover that I AM death."
I resume an attacking position and charge towards her.
    As I rocket towards her, my eyes lock on to her, I
am again amaze at their coldness and their inhumanity. They are
so familiar... yet I cannot place them, and this bothers me to
no end.
    Her staff blocks my fist with an expertease seldom found
anywhere. Her speed is amazing as she manages to block another
strike, pary, and counter attack, hitting me squarely in the back
and sending me tumbling away.
    Entire worlds could have been built, florished and
destroyed since the last time anyone manage to hit me like that. I
don't like it.
    Turning to face her, I yearn for my own staff. I have been
very careful the past 3 055 years not to expend too much energy,
and I fear that even if I do win this battle, I would not live.
    Again, I size her up. After her attack, I am able to judge
her strengths and handicaps better.
    Her hair is down to her knees, even though some of it is
in a bun on her head. It would be a cheap, but effective move to
pull it, and knock her off balance.
    Her clothing does little in the way of protecting her,
unlike my own. A short, pleated, black skirt almost ten inches
from her knee will not protect her legs, nor would those high healed
boots make it easy for her to walk in. The large collar and bow on
her chest are again, more of a fashion statement than anything
practical. I judge her white body suit to be able to take some
damange.
    Her staff is not built for battle, or if it is, it isn't
build for physical battle. From that one hit, my ability to learn
any attack deduce that, judging from the weight and material of
it, it can be easily snap and break. However, red orb on top of
the staff is a different matter. I am still unsure of it's use.
    I soon find out, as she brings her staff to a horizontal
position, what the orb will do, for it starts glowing.
    I realize that she is drawing energy from around her into
an energy attack. She spins around once as she aims the energy
ball collected at the staff at me.
    "Dead scream."
    The ball of lavendar energy shooting towards me has
multiple impulses running through me.
    On one hand, I want to avoid the attack at all costs, but
on the other hand, and I want to see it's damage, and to learn
the attack.
    My new common sense is pushed aside by old circuit
reflexes and I stand there, ready to absorb the punishment so
that I may dish it out myself.
    The ball impacts me right on my chest and my eyes go wide.
It hurt more than I thought it would. The strike carries me
through the air and then pounds me into the floor before
disappearing.
    New knowledge of the dead scream courses through my veins
but I have pay I very steep price for it. I know that my life has
just been shorten, and without my power key staff to wine me up,
my life has been shorten considerably.
    I struggle to my feet. Her eyes are still cool, still like
steel. There is no joy in them at the sight of my wounds.
    My circuits tell me something that would be of enormous
use to me. Thankfully, unlike I was dreading, the Dead Scream could
be excuted without the need for her staff; that was just a tool
for concentration. Unfortunately, doing the Dead Scream would be
very draining on my enery.
    I gather myself back onto my feet; I'm amaze she didn't
attack me while I was down.
    Had I not taken the Dead Scream, I might have had the
enery to make this a longer fight, but as it is, the battle was
going to be over very, very soon.
    I move my feet into an attack stance that I had learn on
one of the worlds I had been sent to. I'm still paying dearly
for learning this attack. In my low crouch, I cup my hands into
a ball shape, and concentrate. A ball of light appears in my
hands. I start my attack.
    "KAMI-"
    Her eyes narrow and the grip on her staff tightens.
    "HAMI-"
    She senses what I'm about to do.
    "HA!!!"
    I shove my hands toward her direction. She leaps out of
the way of my attack.
    Only it isn't an attack. It is a bluff. If I did execute
the Kami-hami-ha properly, my resources would have been drained
dry. The light in my hands disappears, and I quickly move into
another position, and orientate onto her airbone body.
    Her eyes fill with surprise.
    "Dead Scream!!" I shout.
    An identical ball of energy runs straight towards her.
She can't get out of the way. My heart soars as the energy ball
gets closer and closer to her face...
    She disappears. The attack zooms right past where she used
to be. My hope shatters. She reappears right beside me.
    "Did you think you could defeat the Guardian of time in
her own domain?" She asks.
    I'm too stun to answer.
    She shoves her staff into my belly and utters the leathal
words. The attack is too much, and I am too drain.
    The last thing I see is her cold, cold eyes... still
taunting me with their familiarity, before all my systems shut
down. The last image I see, is of him. I reach out towards him.
    "Makoto..."
    Darkness.




    It is strange, looking at her face. She looks so peaceful,
and so innocent. The coldness in her eyes does not effect the
rest of her face this way.
    She looks so different... so... much happier..
    Why is she here? Why is she trespassing? How did she
get through the gates of time?
    I shall look at her past.
    Life. Happiness. Betrayal. Death. Pain. Suffering. Alone.
So much death... so much pain and suffering.... so alone... Sleep...
a long, long, withering sleep. Then awake. Love. Redemption.
    Makoto....
    Oh, if there had been one such as him in my own life...
    Ifurita...
    No one should have to go through what I do.
    No one.




    AAAAAAGGGH!!!! My circuits are on fire! What is this
coursing through my veins?! My body is going to explode!! My pain
circuits are overloading!! Pain! Pain!! PAIN!!! I start screaming.
Over top of my screaming, I hear a voice.
    "Oh! She's back online! You can decrease the flow of
electricy now, Mako-chan."
    Now a different voice speaks.
    "Oh, do I have to? That was fun. I didn't know I could
jump start robots with Supreme thunder! Looks like I've found a
use for my old attacks!"
    "Err... Mako-chan, if you don't decrease the flow of
electricy, you'll fry both my computer, AND the robot."
    "Oops. Sorry. Is this better?"
    Something happens, and the pain sharply resides. It is
bearable now.
    Yet another voice speaks.
    "Is she really a robot? She looks so human..."
    Then I hear the voice of the one who put me in this
condition, the Guardian of time.
    "She was human, at one point in time," she says. "Now
she is an android, seeking to be human once more. Will you help
her, Usagi-san?"
    A new voice speaks, a kind, gentle voice. I try to
open my eyes.
    "Of course, Pluto-san. I'll help her."
    I open my eyes, and I see a blurring face, I can make out
only a few features... blond hair, in twin buns... blue eyes...
kind, warm, caring.... like his. They look so much like my
Makoto's eyes, full of gentleness.
    I'm starting to drift into unconsciousness again. I see
his image again.
    "Makoto..."
    The last thing I hear is the kind voice.
    "Hey, Mako-chan? I think she's talking about you."




    I'm not sure when I regain consciousness, but as I
open them, a most welcome sight greets my wary eyes.
    It's him. It's really him! My Makoto! He is not different
at all! He's.... wearing a wig... oh! He is in disguise again,
posing as Princess Fatora. Did he have on green contacts last time?
    Hesitantly, I speak, afraid it is too good to be true.
    "Makoto?" I ask, a tremor in my voice.
    "Uh... yeah. Can I help you, Ifurita?"
    A cry of delight escapes my lips and I wrap my arms
tightly around his neck.
    "My dear Makoto," I say, "I've found you at last!"
    "Ack! Caah... erk! You're.... crushing... me!"
    Something is wrong. Letting my beloved go, I look around,
and for the first time, notice the others in the room.
    I am lying on a mattress in the middle of the room,
surrounded. There are four other girls and another man besides my
Makoto and myself in the room. One of girls, a blue haired one,
is holding onto a small blue computer in her hands. There are
two sets of wires running from her computer. One of them leads
to the hands of my beloved Makoto, and the other set runs... I
then realize that there is something stuck in my key hole.
    "What is this, Makoto?" I inquire, looking at him
seriously. He looks at me with an expression of fear on his face.
Concern floods my system and I place my hands on his shoulders.
"Is something wrong, Love?"
    "Love?" Echos a blond girl with a bow in her hair.
"Mako-chan, is there something you need to tell us?"
    Mako-chan? This girl is being much too friendly with MY
Makoto.
    My beloved flushes. "Hey, what are you suggesting,
Minako?!" He bellows.
    Something is very much amiss. I look at my Makoto closely
for a few moments before I conclude that, the one I'm holding
is not my Makoto. In fact, the one I'm holding isn't even a man!
    "You are not him," I say softly, feeling the hope galloping
out of my heart. I let go of her shoulders. "You aren't my Makoto."
    The room is silent and there is no movement.
    Suddenly, the girl with blond hair in twin buns on her
head reaches out for me, and catches me in an embrace. "I'm
sorry, Ifurita. But he's not here..."
    I jerk out of her hug. "How do you know my name? How
did you know of Makoto? Who are you?"
    The blue haired girl speaks up. "We looked up on it."
    I turn my attention to her. "What?"
    She swallows. "Um, Pluto-san brought you to us, and I
used my computer to analyse you, and realized that you were
really low on energy. We don't know how you normally get more
energy, but I probed, and found that your human portions were
just fine, but your robotic systems needed electricity or a lock
down was emminent. We didn't know what to do, so we flooded your
system with electricity and hoped it got to the right place.
Something went wrong, and I think it temporarily effected portions
of your brain, because we could suddenly see scene through your
eyes on my computer. That's how we learned of your past, Ifurita."
    So that's what happened. I realize that that is why I
felt the bolt of pain course through me earlier on, and that
is why I so easily mistakened someone to be my Makoto- various
systems, including my memory bank, had been, and still are,
fried.
    Yet, I owe my life to the action of those in the room.
Had they not provided the energy, I would not be functioning
now. The fight with the Time Guardian, Pluto, I belive her name
is, should have end my life.
    "Who are you?" I ask.
    Intruductions are made. Chiba Mamoru is the man,
Tsukino Usagi is the one who gave me the embrace, Hino Rei is the
black haired one who has remained silent so far, Mizuno Ami is
the blue haired one, Aino Minako is the blond with the bow, and
I had mistaken Kino Makoto ("just call me Mako-chan") to be my
beloved Makoto.
    "Why am I here?" I ask. "Why... why did the Time Guardian,
Pluto, not let me die?"
    It is Hino Rei that answers me. "Well, we don't know
either. She just arrived an hour ago carrying you, and asked us
if we would help you."
    "Help me with what?"
    "Regain your humanity," Kino Makoto says softly. "She
says that at the rate you were going, you would have lost what
was left of your humanity before you found your Makoto again."
    I blink. How did the Time Guardian know that? She must
have seen my past in her time stream... she must have seen the
way I treated the people I met in the other worlds. At first, I
tried to be civil, peaceful, human... but there was so much
disappointment... and so many who tried to use me... it was just
easier to to revert back to my old ways.
    I could not handle the pain of waiting ten millinia, the
disapointment of never being in the right world, nor the crushing
of my fragile hope, of ever finding him again...
    It is so much easier, and painless, to just slip on the
mask of the Demon God... and keep myself aloof.
    I had not realized this.
    What would Makoto say?
    I bow my head. "I realize what she means," I say. "I was
becoming what he worked so hard to turn me from... but why? Why
would the Time Guardian help me so??"
    This time, it is Tsukino Usagi who answers me, and the
sincerity of her words touch my heart.
    "Well," she says, "Pluto is so much like you... she's lived
so long.... seen so much, and done so many things... sometimes,
she doesn't even seem to be human anymore... maybe she just didn't
want anyone else to have to go through that."
    Tsukino Usagi's words make sense to me, and I understand
what she says.
    I understand why the Time Guardian's red eyes bother me
so much. They are so cold.... so inhuman... so familiar... they
are exactly like my own.
    Oh, what I would give, to get away from those eyes...
to find my Makoto... to be human again...
    Pluto has just given me the most precious of gifts.
    A chance at humanity.

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Author's notes: At one point in time, I had a whole series planned
out for this but I know if I try to write it, it'll end up as a discontinued fic, which is why this is a oneshot. The Kame-hame-ha
is DBZ's Son Gokou's signature move, and can be used to blow up
planets.

     Ifurita Vs Pluto in a real fight, who would win?
                       Let's find out!
                       FANFIC MISCHIEF!
An SD IFURITA and an SD PLUTO, both holding a staff are in a
battle arena.

SD PLUTO: I'll kick your ass!
SD IFURITA: Bring it on!!
SD PLUTO: Dead scream!!
SD IFURITA: (Absorbs the damage without flinching and gives a
          Jinnai laugh) Ohohoho!
SD PLUTO: What?! How could this be?? I beat you in the fanfic!
SD IFURITA: Please, I wasn't even at full power! Now you'll find
          out why they call me the Demon god!

SD IFURITA: (jumps into the air and aims her staff at SD PLUTO)
           FIRE!!!!

Not only does the entire battle arena go bye-bye, the entire planet
that the battle arena was on goes bye-bye too.

SD IFURITA: (flashes the V sign) Victory!

SD JENNY: (to readers) Come on, was it ever a battle? ^_^ Forget the
Sailor Senshi, Ifurita could take on the Dragon Ball crew!

That's my two cents, anyway. Thanks for reading!

                           Jenny 'Android18'Chan

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