ILadyIce@aol.com wrote:
I've decided to go ahead and send the first two parts now. (I'm
having a mental block -- don't know how/what I should revise ^_^;)
Subsequent chapters can be found at http://members.tripod.com/~tina97, and 5+
can be obtained through me.
(BTW, Erin -- I'll send you a zip of all the updated chapters by the
end of the week)
Any comments, revision ideas, let me know. ^_^ Thanks for reading!
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Forgotten Future, Forbidden Past
Prologue
[insert standard Sailormoon disclaimers here]
C&C, MSTs, etc. would be greatly appreciated! :)
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Tokyo, Japan-- 4 years after the defeat of Galaxia
"Another youma?! What do we have to do to get rid of these things?"
"Don't worry, Jupiter, it's as good as moondust!"
The triumphant voice of Sailormoon rang out among the cold, still night,
as she performed her attack. The dark-haired woman watching from the shadows
shuddered, almost absentmindedly, as if that confidence stirred up some old,
forgotten memory.
"Good going, Sailormoon," a sarcastic voice attached to a woman dressed
in a red sailor fuku shouted. "You missed."
The blonde in question looked cross, and muttered something under her
breath, but dodged the youma's attack deftly. "I'd like to see you do better,
Mars!"
As the Senshi battled the youma, unperturbed, far off to their left in a
dark, abandoned alley, a light flared. Once. Twice. Only the dark-haired
woman noticed, and she gave a small, almost terrified, cry of dismay.
Already... it was beginning.
Back out in the open, Sailorjupiter felt herself getting unusually
winded, and she stopped a moment to catch her breath. 'What's the matter with
me?' she thought, biting her lip, as she watched Sailormars and Moon
attacking the demon. Then suddenly, something strange happened.
The youma grew, not in size, but in strength. Although Jupiter couldn't
see it, she could feel it, the demon's rising battle aura darkening the whole
street. 'I'm... imagining things...'
"Sailormoon! Need a hand?"
The three Senshi turned simultaneously at the sound of the voice, Moon
grinning when she saw the masked face of her love. "Mam-- Er, I mean, Tuxedo
Kamen-sama! You came!"
The man in the tuxedo pulled out a long red rose, aiming carefully at the
youma. "My pleasure, Sail--" His words were cut off abruptly as the youma,
Not really his M.O. Tux generally tosses the rose, which dispells a monster
attack, and/or causes it pain then says something heroic. (Which is at least
a little more sensible than Sailor Moon's strategy of making a speech and then
attacking, or equally often finding herself scrambling away from the attack the monster
was preparing while she was speechifying.)
who oddly had seemed to fixate its gaze on the young man, shot out a long,
oozing tendril. The strike was so fast, and so furious that all Jupiter could
do was gasp in shock.
Hmm. He's really good at dodging. A second attacker from behind would have a better
chance. Also it would expose her to less risk than playing the dime-a-dozen monster
would.
The attack hit him dead-on, impaling him through the chest. The youma
gave a decidedly satisfied shriek, which sounded vaguely to the dazed Jupiter
like that of a woman's laughter, and vanished in a streak of tainted-white
light.
Sailormoon screamed.
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"We gather here to pay tribute to the man known as Mamoru Chiba, taken
from us in the prime of his life..."
It was a private ceremony, held in front of the Hikawa Shrine. Nine
women, one man, and two cats huddled under umbrellas, many weeping bitter
Luna and Artemis, each with a tiny cat-sized umbrella...
tears, although none as grief-stricken as the lithe blonde woman crouched
next to the black coffin, sobbing desperately.