I love her.

She is very mature for her age.  Yet, I can't help but worry about her.  Worry about her safety, her peace of mind, her life.  She scares me, terrifies me with the things that she does.  No parent should have to suffer through these emotions.

Yet, I love her.

I'll never forget the day that I saw her face splashed across the front page of the newspaper.  I almost choked.  There she was, my beautiful angel, wearing one of the skimpiest outfits I've ever laid eyes on, together with another child in a similar outfit.  "Sailor Senshi Defeat Youma" was the headline.  Shock gave way to disbelief, then to horror as I realized that she was fighting.  My daughter, fighting, these things... these youma.  She was exposing herself to serious injury, or worse, and for what?  Why them?  Why her?  Why at all?

She is my daughter.  And I love her.

For a while, I was worried about what others might think.  My co-workers knew I had a daughter and from the picture on my desk, they knew what she looked like.  Yet, no one ever pointed it out.  It was as if they couldn't see it.  How couldn't they see it?  It was so obvious!  Still, I was relieved that this didn't ruin my reputation.  Then, I chastised myself.  What's the use of having a good reputation if your own flesh and blood dies fighting some creature?

Reputation be damned.  I love my daughter.

Days, weeks, months went by.  My daughter, along with these other "Sailor Senshi," often made headlines with their battles.  Each story tore me apart.  Each time, I worried that this story would be her last, that there would be a fatality and that it would be her.  Yet, I couldn't go to anyone for help nor could I tell anyone what was troubling me.  I knew that to expose her identity would place her in even more jeopardy than before.  I tried to approach her myself but something always stopped me from ever taking even the first step.  Sometimes it was the fear of how she would react to seeing me after so long.  More often, though, it was the inescapable feeling that this was somehow her Destiny and that I couldn't interfere.

Destiny or not, I love her.

I have all of the newspaper clippings.  Each and every article that ever pertained to the "Sailor Senshi" is in my possession.  I hear that some people would pay a hefty sum to own them, but for once, I don't care.  She is my daughter and I'll support her any way that I can.  One day, when all is said and done, I'll walk up to her and hug her and congratulate her and tell her that I was praying for her every single day.  I'll show her the newspaper clippings and ask her why was she chosen.  I'll tell her that from now on, I'll protect her.  I'll tell her that I am proud of her and couldn't ask for anything more in a daughter.

And most importantly, I'll tell her that I love her.

Then, now and always.

Author's Notes: This is my first Sailor Moon fanfic. It was one of those "flash of inspiration" ideas that I get from time to time. At first, I based it off of one Senshi in particular, but upon reading more of the manga, I found out that I couldn't use her as its focus. I still liked the idea, though, and as it turns out, there was another Senshi that I could use use as a focus with no modification. To find out which Senshi I'm referring to, click here.