Subject: [FFML] [Fanfic] [Sailormoon] FFFP, Ch.1
From: ILadyIce@aol.com
Date: 11/23/1999, 11:40 PM
To: ffml@fanfic.com

        Here's chapter 1... once again, revision ideas/comments welcomed. ^_^ 

Thanks!
~ice 

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Forgotten Future, Forbidden Past
Chapter One
[insert standard Sailormoon disclaimers here]
C&C, MSTs, etc. would be greatly appreciated! :) 
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    The setting sun glinted off the crystal stronghold of the Neo-Queen, the 
sky filling with splotches of lavender and crimson, illuminating, just for an 
instant, the lone figure that stood on the outcropping near the top of the 
spire. The figure had their arms outraised, as if in prayer, their mouth 
opening and closing with silent cries. There was a quick, fierce, explosion 
of light, and then all was plunged into darkness. 

    Unbeknownst to the suddenly laughing figure, troubled green eyes watched 
the scene from within the confines of the crystalline palace. Green eyes that 
belonged to the Princess of Jupiter, Makoto Kino. 

    'Again... she's doing it again... why must she do it so many times?' she 
thought,  face pale, her lips pursed. 

    Someone cleared their throat, and Makoto stiffened. "Yes?" 

    "Elder, I greet you." There was a pause, and when there was no response, 
the voice continued, somewhat miffed, "The Lady Hino requests your presence 
in her quarters." 

    Makoto took a long drag of the cigarette she held between her fingers, 
and blew out as she turned. The servant who had been speaking coughed and 
sputtered, and shrank away from her, his eyes darting around nervously. 

    "Tell the," she spat out the words, "Lady Hino, that I won't be able to 
fulfill her request." 

    "Elder Senshi Jupiter," the cool voice wafted from around the adjoining 
corridor, and Makoto waited, her teeth on edge, for the voice's owner to join 
them. A woman with wavy ashen-colored hair sauntered demurely around the 
corner, the same superficial smile that she always wore frozen on her face. 
"I greet you." She gave a mock bow, and righting herself, continued, "I'm 
afraid you cannot refuse dear Lady Hino's request. She gave me specific 
orders to... escort you to her chambers." 

    Makoto glared at the woman. 'And you... you were my replacement.' She 
smiled bitterly. "Ah... I didn't realize. And how delightful it is that she 
would send -you-..." Makoto stared at the woman for a second more, than 
strode down the hall in the direction of her former friend's quarters. 


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    Rei Hino, known now as either General Mars or Lady Hino, had been 
appointed trainer of the Neo-Senshi soon after the rise of Crystal Tokyo, and 
soon after that, had changed. Although if Makoto would ever bring it up, even 
with the other Elder Senshi, the stares would either be blank, or 
uncomfortable. Minako, Ami... they both knew, but didn't want to face it; and 
Makoto had found herself growing farther and farther away from her friends, 
if not in distance, then in mind. She was the only one who hadn't actually 
participated in the rise of the new Silver Millennium, if anything, they 
would say she had hindered it. But she refused... she refused to be behind 
that woman... 

    "Ah.. Makoto. How good it is to see you." The voice jerked her from her 
reverie, and involuntarily, she winced. Even Rei's voice... 

    "May I be excused, Lady Hino?" the polite voice of Makoto's replacement 
again wafted in from behind her, and Rei got up from where she was sitting, 
her red dress making soft rustling noises. 

    "Of course, Emmeline." Rei gestured dismissively with her hand, and the 
Neo-Senshi retreated, closing the door resoundingly behind her. 

    "Well," Makoto started, uneasily, her eyes flicking coldly over Rei . 

    "Well," Rei echoed, smiling, "I suppose you're wondering why I brought 
you here?" Makoto took another drag from her cigarette as she nodded, 
uneasiness increasing. The ebony-haired woman wrinkled her nose in something 
like disgust, but no emotion reached her dark eyes. "Serenity has sent me a 
message to convey to you, Makoto." 

    Makoto turned away from her. "Is that so?" she murmured. "Serenity? I had 
no idea she was running--" 

    Rei made an impatient noise. "I don't wish to know your views on either 
the Neo-Queen, or her.. partner, Lady Faustine. Even if they are... 
treasonous," at the last word, Rei's eyes met Makoto's, an odd expression 
held within them. "Serenity's message to you is this... either participate 
actively in this government, or be cast out. The Queen is becoming impatient 
with you.. and frankly, so am I." Her lip curled, and she waited for a 
response. 

    For a long moment, there was utter silence. Both of the former Senshi's 
faces contained no emotion, until finally, Makoto shrugged, that same, bitter 
smile touching her lips. "Tell Serenity... or whoever it is you report to," 
he green eyes flashed, "that I will ponder her offer, and report back to her, 
personally, with my response." 

    Makoto turned on her heel and left, oblivious to the sudden flicker of 
relief that appeared in her former friend's eyes. 


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    That night, when the Moon shone full upon the crystal palace, a lithe 
figure, dressed in green, slipped out into the palace garden, emerald eyes 
anxious. 

    "Hello, Makoto." At the whisper, the Princess broke into a smile, her 
arms immediately going around the neck of the one who had spoken. 

    "Shinju-chan.." She buried her face in his neck, bitter tears falling 
silently down her face. "I've missed you.." 

    "It's only been two days, Mako," he said teasingly, pushing her lightly 
away from him. He flashed his white teeth at her, and brushed her tears away. 
"But I've missed you too.." He kissed her head. "Let's go into my... abode." 
He smirked, nodding towards the small shack on the far side of the garden. 

    Makoto smiled, and the two of them made their way over to the little 
house. 


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    High above them, it seemed situations had reversed. A figure dressed in a 
dark cloak watched the pair with a barely concealed smirk. 

    "Information?" 

    "Shinju Menboku. Age: 27. Occupation: Gardner for the crystal palace. 
Height--" 

    "That's enough." The voice was unmistakably female, and the computer 
which had been rattling off information fell silent. "Hmm..." She laughed 
suddenly, a dark laugh, one which would have caused chills to run down the 
spine of the computer had it still been human. 


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    In a tavern not far from the palace, the only tavern still open, three 
rambunctious teenagers, and one brooding woman sat on the stools, the only 
people who could truly be called patrons. The teenagers laughed amongst 
themselves, and drank until they were silly, while the woman drowned herself 
in a beer. The only other person in the bar was a drunk, slumped over the 
table, and muttering to himself. 

    "Hey, lady! Don't we know you?" One of the more drunken teenagers 
squinted at the woman, a leer on his face. "Hell yeah, I know you... Elder.. 
Saturn? Woo-hoo, you sure are a fine lookin' chick..." He reached out a hand 
to touch her... 

    ...She grabbed it... and twisted it back until it made a sickening 
crunch. The boy made a half-whining, half-screaming sound, and fell in a heap 
to the floor. His friends looked back and forth between the woman and the 
crumpled heap, and left in a hurry, dragging their still screaming friend 
along with them. 

    'Alone at last...' 

    "Not quite... Hotaru." 

    The woman sighed, but didn't look up from her drink. "Do I know you?" 

    The drunk sat down next to her, face hidden beneath a dark hat and coat. 
"Yah.. well, probably no. Doesn't matter." Hotaru couldn't decipher if the 
voice was male or female. "Anyway.. come to bring you news." A gloved hand 
whipped in and out of the coat, retrieving a white envelope, which was tossed 
next to the woman's drink. "I think you'll find this... helpful." 

    The drunk got up to leave, but Hotaru held up her hand. The figure 
halted. "Something else I can do for you?" 

    "This.. this is it. No more after this." She rubbed her brow wearily, 
eyelids drooping. "I'm finished." 

    "She... wouldn't have wanted you to quit so soon," the drunk answered 
hesitantly. 

    "Dammit!" The force of her fist send her drink splattering. "Don't you 
tell me what -she- would've wanted me to do," she said vehemently."-She- 
isn't living anymore.. not.. not now." She rubbed her eyes angrily, and stood 
up. "I'll do this. I'll do this for you. For all of them. But that's it! Do 
you hear me? Do you--" She stopped suddenly when she realized she was all 
alone. 

    She sighed, one last time, gathered up her belongings, including the 
envelope, and left. 






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