4/28/00 (April 28, 2000 or 28 April 2000)
All normal disclaimers (i.e. I don’t own Sailor Moon and Co., but I do
own the story! And all new characters) apply. Please don’t steal my
characters without giving me some credit to them!
Hi! Okay, I decided that I would totally revise my A New Princess story,
with a better explanation of what happened before, and less
repetitiveness, you know, a total renovation. This is the first part,
the prologue. It will be a bit lengthy, but if you want to understand,
it’s gotta be! Thanx for reading, and please e-mail me! Here’s a sad
thing: I’ve gotten more mail for my Fiore’s Return story than all of my
other stories combined! Well, except the theme song. That was too wacky.
Anyway, this will have the same title, only there will a ‘R’ at the end
of it, to show it’s been revised. Another thing, nothing has to deal
with my life, except the first name, Elizabeth. Go to my web site for
more info: www.geocities.com/smtradingcardcollector/index.html. Thanx
again!
-Crescent Moon
A New Princess R: Prologue
Okay, some of you might wonder what I’m doing. Especially my computer.
I’ve decided to write up the story of my insane life. Wait, you don’t know who I am. Well, for starters, my name,
according to my parents, is Elizabeth Bunny Crescent. I’m called Bunny,
or Selene, or Tranquility, or Liz, or Andromeda, the list goes on. I’m,
currently, 17 years old, but the story of my life starts back when I was
fifteen, or was it fourteen? Fourteen definitely. Anyway, in this account, I suppose that’s what it is, you will learn about
my life. You will also learn who this annoying person who keeps touching
the computer keys is. No one will ever believe this, which is why I’m
keeping it to myself and my friends involved. Let me start from the
beginning:
Okay, I was fourteen when I met some distant relatives of mine. I’m
related to them by five marriages and two generations, or something like
that. Anyway, I met them because we were having a family reunion for my
great-grandma’s siblings and descendants. So basically, it was my
great-great-grandparents calling all their children and descendants to a
reunion. They were idiotic enough to set it in January! It was fun, but
I was the youngest there. The next youngest was, like, 22, or something,
so I felt really out of place. The sad thing, the 22-year-old was my
youngest-older sister. I guess you could say I came as a shock to my
family. Before I was born, my grandparents, who were the youngest of the
second generation from my great-great-grandparents, had twenty three
grandchildren from six children. They really thought my sister was the
last one, since my mom, the youngest, was, well, getting on in her
years. I won’t reveal her age, that’d be rude. So, imagine my shock when
a family drove up with a fifteen-year-old boy! They looked foreign, but
spoke perfect English. They started mingling, and they met my parents,
noticing the dejected look on the boy’s face, my parents pointed me out.
I was listening to a CD, one of my favorites, and writing down a
daydream I had had. I tried to draw some things, but I’m a horrible
drawer. Suddenly, my headphones were whisked off. I shrieked, something
I do often when I’m scared or surprised (A.N.- I do that as well, and
I’m a horrible drawer too. Okay, I lied, some things are like me, but
the whole family thing isn’t at all. That’s more like one of my best
friends, Rachel, who’s the ‘Venus’ of our little Sailor Moon group. I’ve
got a lot of friends who aren’t in our Sailor Moon group, mainly because
we don’t want a Chibi-Moon, Uranus, Neptune, or any of the other strange
ones. Oh yeah, we have no Tuxedo Mask, mainly because I, ‘Sailor Moon’,
don’t have a boyfriend, or at least a permanent one.) I looked up, and
saw a very cute boy listening with some interest. The minute I saw him,
I felt something extremely strange happen to my body, but it was over in
less than two seconds, though it seemed like two hours.
“Can I help you?” I asked. He looked at me, smiled, and said,
“You listen to weird CDs.”
“Thanks.” I raised my eyebrow. “Who are you, where did you come from,
and did my parents send you over here because you’re close to my age?”
“My name is Ranma, I’m from China (?), and yes, because I’m 16.”
“Hi! I’m glad there’s someone close to my age finally! Everyone else is
22 or older. By the way, I’m Elizabeth, but call me Bunny. Everyone
does. I’m 13, but I’ll be fourteen in exactly a week.” I turned to my
notebook and closed it, shutting off my CD player in the process, and
took the headphones from him.
Ranma and I spent the afternoon wandering around the gigantic dining
room we had rented for this get together. We talked a lot, too. I
pointed out the people I knew, and he did the same. All in all, it was a
lot of fun. Towards dinner, I went to find my parents. I saw them
talking with one of my favorite cousins. She was nearly thirty, and was
married with two kids, who were with the official babysitter, i.e.
Barney, Sesame Street, T.V. and videos in general, and a hotel worker.
All the kids under ten were there, and that was all the other kids,
except me and Ranma.
“What? Why can’t you take Bunny like you said you would?” asked my
mother. My mom and dad had to go away this summer on some trip for
business or something, and I couldn’t go with them. I was originally
going to stay with my cousin, but now I guess I wasn’t.
“Well, we were going to move in the next month or so, but the people
there said that they couldn’t leave until September, and you know that
our current house is too small to fit Bunny. It’s barely big enough to
fit us, which is why we were moving. I’m really sorry.” She shrugged,
then moved away as her husband tugged on her hand.
“And no one else can take her for the whole summer,” said Dad. “Well, I
guess we’ll have to cancel our trip. There’s no way around it.”
“Wait. We can take her for the summer,” said a new voice. I frowned as
best I could. I hated being talked about like I wasn’t there. Ranma was
in tow of the person who had spoken, his father I assumed.
“Are you sure, Genma? It’s for the whole summer,” replied my dad.
“I’m positive. Bunny would be no trouble at all. She could be part of
the family for awhile.” The man, Genma continued to urge my parents, as
did his wife, as they were in line to get some supper. My parents
agreed, but only under the insistence put up by Genma Saotome and his
wife. I didn’t care either way. I was just happy that I got to go
somewhere else besides stay all alone at my house all summer. Especially
since it was China, and not just another state in America! They gave me
this CDrom that, when I checked it out when I got home, had a language
course for Chinese and Japanese. They told me to study it until they
came to get me the third week of June, the day before my parents left on
their trip.
Five months later, with a suitcase full of clothes, another full of
books and entertaining things, and a brand new black, leather-y backpack
filled with comics, money, candy, a book, a laptop, one of the best
kinds you could get as a little bribing present from my parents, and
some other special things: I had stationery and pens in one pocket, too.
I also had all of my jewelry, all made with real gemstones, or course
(just because my parents felt guilty about sending me off for the
summer), in a smaller pocket; I was on a plane with Genma, Ranma, and
his wife, whose name I never did figure out. I never had to start a
conversation. Every time I wanted something near her, or had to ask her
a question, she would always speak up. It was rather frightening at
first, but I got used to it in a few weeks. Anyway, the first half of
the summer was spent with me learning the ways around the house, them
forcing me into this weird exercise program that seemed like Tae-bo to
me, and learning words and things I didn’t know. The third week of July,
they announced that we would be going to Japan to their property in this
place called Juuban in Tokyo. I just went along with it. Apparently,
though, they had to have it fumigated. So, I ended up staying at this
place called Hikawa Jinga, or something like that. My ‘aunt’ was the
owner’s daughter, and there was a girl that was Ranma’s cousin. Her name
was Hino Rei. Hino was her last name, and I still have trouble
remembering last names go first in Japan. They were staying somewhere
else, I never found out where. Anyway, I became friends with Rei-chan,
who was four years older than me, 18. She called me Usagi, just so she
didn’t get my name mixed up. During the next few weeks, I met her three
friends and two guys. Her three friends, Ami-chan, Mako-chan, and
Mina-P, were really nice to me, and didn’t laugh too much when I mixed
up a word. It was really fun to hang with them, and that same feeling
when I first met Ranma had started again when I had first met the girls.
One man, however, was really different. I saw him at this arcade where
we always went, because Mako-chan had a crush on the owner’s son,
Motoki-kun, the first guy I met there. I met the second guy through
Motoki-kun. Me and Motoki had a little understanding between us. He was
an older brother, as was Ranma (although, I rarely saw them until the
house was done being fumigated), and we flirted mercilessly with each
other. It was sort of a joke. Anyway, one day Mina-P and Mako-chan had
attacked my hair, while Ami-chan and Rei-chan tackled my face and
clothes, and the four gave me a total make-over. Mako-chan had bleached
my hair a bit to this color that looked like spun gold, a bit darker
than Mina-P’s. Mina-P had fooled around until finally setting on this
funny hair style that had two buns at the top of my head, like
pig-tails, with these little ends falling down to my shoulders in curls.
She had also pulled these very straight pieces from the middle of my
head right above my bang line and let those hang loose. Ami-chan had
found this really cute skirt too small for her, but perfect for me. It
was a pale blue. She had found a shirt of Rei-chan’s that was too small
for Rei-chan. It was a pale lavender halter top, with pale pink straps.
There was this Japanese character on it that said, I think, Moonbeams,
that was the color of the skirt. Then there was this pale lavender over
shirt that had pale pink design covering it. Rei-chan did my make-up.
She had Mako-chan help her, after she was done baking some yummy
cookies. The make-up was very light, and easy to apply. Then they
dragged me to the arcade to show off how I looked. Guys stared at me as
we went by, since my skirt was so short probably. I had on pale pink
sandals if you’re interested. Anyway, we got to the arcade, and this guy
wearing a white shirt, short sleeve, with the top button undone, and
blue jeans talking with Motoki.
“Hi, Mamoru-kun!” exclaimed the girls. I hung back, a bit nervous. He
scared me, and that weird feeling was going on over and over again.
Motoki came over to me as the girls dominated the guy’s, Mamoru,
talking.
“So, Usa-chan, what’s up? You look different.”
“Ya think, Toki-kun? (That’s what I called him, much to his dismay!)
The girls pounced on me this morning, like they’ve been trying to do the
past few days, and gave me a make-over. I like it, but I hate skirts!”
Motoki laughed.
“Well, if you’re going to be in school, get used to it. You have to
wear a uniform.”
“I won’t be here for school. I’m leaving the last week of August.”
“What do you mean? Aren’t your parents getting your house fumigated?” I
looked at him in amazement.
“No. I live in America, across the Pacific Ocean. The Saotomes are my
distant relatives who offered to take me for the summer. Although, they
have become close family to me. I thought Rei-chan would mention it.”
“Oh,” said Motoki, a little shocked.
“Hey, Motoki-kun! Ya talking to an Odango Atama?” asked a male voice.
It was an extremely good voice, deep enough to sound manly, but not too
deep. I turned and saw Mamoru. The girls were nowhere in sight.
“Where’d Rei-chan go?” I asked nervously.
“What’s wrong Odango Atama? Afraid she abandoned you?” asked Mamoru.
“No, I’m not, but I don’t know the city, and I have no clue how to get
to the Hikawa Jinga, much less where my relatives are staying. And my
name is Usagi, Saotome Usagi, Mamoru-baka.” I winked at him and grinned,
seeing what he would do. He stared at me.
“You’re related to the Saotomes?” he asked, shocked.
“Um, yeah? Is that bad, Toki-kun?” Motoki grimaced at the name, but
said no, and that,
“The Saotomes are known for their martial art skills, especially the
boy, Saotome Ranma.”
“Ranma is a martial artist? For real? Hmph. He never told me!” I pouted
for a bit. Mamoru had been thinking for a while.
“So, you’re staying with them. Are you their daughter?”
“What? No, I’m not. My parents are in America, I think. Or did they go
to Cancun now? Anyway, I’m staying with them until the end of the
summer. I met them in January at a family reunion, and they offered to
take me for the summer. Why?”
“Just wondering, Odango Atama.”
“It’s Usagi, Mamoru-baka. I would call you by your last name, but hey,
I don’t know it.” With that, I got up and headed to where I saw a blond
head peeking out over a video game.
For the rest of summer, even after I had started living with the
Saotomes again, the girls and I would go to the arcade, and I would
exchange insults for fun with Chiba Mamoru. Then, one day, early in the
morning of my last week, my parents called. They said that they were
sorry, but their business proposition had gone so well, that they would
have to stay in Germany for another two months. They promised to send me
some stuff that I would need, and more money, although I had hardly
spent anything, except to buy comics or some food or something. The
girls and I had arranged to meet at the arcade around three that
afternoon, so I lazed around the house in my pjs, not even the thought
of hanging out cheered me up. I had told the Saotomes, and they said it
was okay, of course, but it didn’t make me feel any better. Around two
thirty, I got dressed. I was wearing a pair of short jeans shorts, a
dark green halter top, and a pure white zipper, hooded sweatshirt with a
pair of sandals that were white. Ranma walked me to the arcade, but left
right away, saying he had to go help his dad register me for school at
the junior high school. (A.N.-Do ninth graders in Japan go to junior
high or high school? I don’t know, but I think it’s junior high. I’m
just curious, because Bunny is in eighth grade.) I would be staying with
Rei though, because they wanted me to go to school in Japan. Ranma was
home schooled, so he didn’t have to worry. He and his dad were going on
some trip, and his mom would be back at work. Anyway, at the arcade I
slumped down at this game called Sara Senshi, or something, with these
four girls who looked extremely familiar and some guy who was too. I
didn’t bother to ask, figuring out that it was based on these teens in
the papers all the time about saving people from gangsters in funny
costumes: Sailor Mercury, Sailor Venus, Sailor Mars, Sailor Jupiter, and
Tuxedo Kamen. Motoki watched me as I racked up points, not really paying
attention. I was on the twelfth level when the girls walked in. I talked
to them as I played, a crowd gathering around me to study what I did.
Then I heard, “Hey, Odango Atama! I didn’t realize you could play a
video game that well.” That did it. I stood up, letting my character,
Tuxedo Kamen ironically, die. The crowd groaned. I shrieked when I
realized that there was a crowd there. After my shock, I remembered what
had caused to sit down and play. I sighed and headed for the counter,
slumping down on a stool, head on the counter.
“What’s wrong Usagi-chan?” asked Mina-P.
“I’m stuck here for another two months. I can’t go home and see my
parents!” I buried my head in my arms as I started crying. All four
girls immediately started to comfort me, but I just felt worse. When
Motoki started, I had to get out of there, so I told them I was going
for a walk and left.
I got about four blocks before I realized that I didn’t know where I
was going. My feet were taking me somewhere. Soon, I came across a park,
and I wandered through that to a rose garden. It was really pretty.
Suddenly, I heard a meow, and I felt something under my foot. I stepped
back quickly, and saw I had stepped on a black kitty.
“Oh, gomen nasai, Neko-chan!” I exclaimed, picking it up. It stopped
yowling and looked at me, long and hard. Then it jumped from my hands
and walked a few steps. It looked back at me.
“What, you want me to follow you?” It seemed to nod, so I did, just for
kicks. It walked back the way I had come from, and as we passed through
the entrance, a white cat joined it. They stopped later, and I did too,
a few steps back. I looked around and noticed that I was back at the
arcade. The white cat came up to me and started to look at me. I kneeled
down and started to pet his head. He purred in response, and the black
one nudged my other hand. Soon, I had both cats purring like motors.
“Man, if you weren’t cats, I would take you home with me. Ranma freaks
out when a cat’s around.” I had noticed the funny bald spot on both of
them, but I didn’t question it.
“Hey, Usagi-chan! You’re back! And you’ve found our cats!” exclaimed
Mina-P.
“Huh?” I turned around, and saw the girls. They explained about the
cats, and that they were allowed to roam free. Then the cats dashed off,
and in their place was a pen and a locket thing. I shrugged and picked
them up, interested. (I know that this seems long, but I haven’t even
gotten to the weird part of the prologue. Sorry!)
“What’s that?” asked Rei-chan.
“Dunno. I found it on the ground where the kitties were.” I shrugged.
“Actually, Usagi-chan, they’re full-grown cats,” said Ami-chan.
“They’re awful small, though.” They agreed, and we headed inside. Half
an hour later, this beeping noise started. I knew that it was their
so-called pagers.
“Go, I’ll be fine,” I said. They nodded and rushed off. I waited a bit
before following them. I had gotten this theory about them. Following
them was the only way to find out. In doing so, I discovered they had
hidden in an alley by the park. I could hear screams, and I heard them
talking to two voices I had never heard before: one female, that sounded
British, and one male, that sounded American. Then there were these four
colored light: blue, red, green, and an orangish one. Then the four
senshi rushed out, followed by Luna and Artemis, the girls’ cats.
“I knew it!” I whispered, pumped. I followed them, carefully until they
were at the scene of the monster thing. I hid in the bushes, watching
carefully. I noticed how they worked together really well, but that
something was missing. Luna and Artemis were in thick of it, scratching
when the opportunity arose. Then, Mercury was in front of me, shouting,
and the monster’s attack came screaming right at her - and right at me.
I couldn’t scramble away, so I stood up to move. Too late. Mercury
dodged, and I closed my eyes as the attack headed for me. Suddenly, I
was in the air with someone’s arms holding me the cradle position. I
opened my eyes and looked up. There was Tuxedo Kamen, holding me. I
sighed.
“Thank-you, Mamoru-baka,” I said. He looked at me, shocked and we
landed in the shadows.
“What did you call me?” he asked.
“Your name, of course, Mamoru-baka. What else?” I grinned and removed
the mask. “Hiya! So, you’re the super-hero of the day, huh?”
He stared at me, before grinning. “Odango, you’re one strange person. I
like that.”
“Thanks. C’mon, we better go check on the senshi.” He took his mask,
put it back in place, and off we went. He carried me, which was kind of
embarrassing. He murmured to me that we would have a talk later. I
nodded, and we came to the senshi, standing around, congratulating
themselves about their victory. Mars turned, sensing us, I assumed.
“Tuxedo Kamen-sama! Hi! Oh! What’s she doing here?” Mars looked at me
curiously.
“I found her in the way of an attack aimed at Mercury. I figure she
belonged with you four.” Tuxedo Kamen looked at me, grinned, and kissed
my forehead. “She’s lucky I was around.” I blushed, and the locket I had
found fell out of my pocket.
“What’s this?” he asked, setting me down.
“I don’t know. I found it earlier at the arcade.” He picked it up, or
at least tried. His fingers came in contact with it, and he pulled back,
as if it were fire.
“What is it?” he asked, rubbing his fingers together.
“It’s a transformation locket,” whispered Mercury. Tuxedo Kamen didn’t
hear, but I did.
“What?” I asked. “Is it for me?”
“I think so,” said Venus slowly, looking at me.
“Me too,” said Jupiter. “If you squint, you can see the resemblance
between her and the dream scout.”
“Huh?” I asked, totally confused.
“Later, Usagi-san. Later,” said Mars. I nodded, and picked up the
locket.
“I should be going. Farewell!” Tuxedo Kamen took off. I shook my head.
“He’s just as corny as he is at home,” I muttered. “So, Rei-chan, what
is this about a dream scout?”
“So, you know?” asked Mars as the others looked on in shock. “I knew
you would follow us. I could feel your presence.”
“Thought so. You are psychic. Ami-chan, Mako-chan, Mina-P, it’s just
me. Don’t freak.” The four girls undid their transformations, and the
five of us headed for the rose garden. There they explained, in a
secluded spot, what the dream scout was: a scout whose face was never
shown, and had powers greater than their own combined. After Mina-P had
put my hair up in the twin buns, they all saw the resemblance to the
hair.
“And, you are the only who can actually pick up that locket,” added
Luna.
“Cool! So, I’m Sailor Moon? Just like the T.V. character?” I asked.
“Huh?” was the unanimous response.
“Never mind. Maybe I’ll explain before I leave.”
“You can’t leave,” said Artemis. “As the Senshi of the Moon, you will
be our leader until the princess is revealed to appoint one.”
“Princess? You mean, the Moon Princess? Serenity?” I asked.
“How’d you know about that?” asked Luna.
“Long story, Luna-chan. Long story. Anyway, how do I transform?”
“Shout, Moon Prism Power, Make-Up!”
“’Kay! Moon Prism Power, Make-Up!” After a flash of multi-colored
lights, I stood in an outfit similar to my new school uniform (Yuck!).
The skirt and collar were blue, the bows, boots, choker, and these
jewels in the buns were a reddish-pinkish color, and I had the locket in
the middle of the chest bow. My boots had white trimming with gold
crescent moons on them. My earrings, plain pearl before, had a gold star
and crescent moon attached to them. My hair also had grown. The pony
tails were now down to my knees. That was what freaked me out the most.
“What happened to my hair?? It’s not supposed to be that long!” I
nearly shrieked.
“I don’t know, Usagi-chan. Maybe it’s supposed to be that long,” said
Minako airily. I raised an eyebrow at her, but she didn’t seem to
notice. I undid the transformation, my hair still the long length, and
the five of us decided to go back to the arcade.
“Motoki-kun is probably worried about you,” added Makoto. I gave her a
look that said, Right Mako-chan, right. At the arcade, Mamoru was there,
talking to Motoki. I decided that I’d make Mamoru come to me if he
wanted to talk, so I sat down at the Sara Senshi game, or what it was
called. To me, it was the Sailor Scout game, regardless of what they
were called in Japan. See, the strange thing is, in America there was
this show called Sailor Moon, with the five scouts and Tuxedo Mask, so
that was what gave me the idea about the girls and Mamoru being who they
were. Not to mention, there was a comic that originated in Japan, as did
the show. So, yeah. Anyway, as I played, I decided to play my best, just
to see how far I could go. I played for an hour straight, making it to
the twentieth level. As my character, Tuxedo Kamen again, died, a bell
started ringing. Everyone in the arcade headed for me, since the noise
came from my game. The screen flashed, Highest Score!, over and over
again. I entered my name in, and a prize fell onto my lap from some
hidden opening. Picking it up, I saw it was a pink stick with intricate
designs, and there was a crescent moon, gold, on the top. It was pretty
big. I noticed that there was a little indent in the crescent moon,
right above the stick, that seemed like it would hold something else. I
stood up from the game and headed over to the girls, who had engaged
both Mamoru and Motoki in conversation.
“Usagi-chan, what was that all about?” asked Motoki.
“I won a prize from the Senshi game, Toki-kun. See?” I held it up to
show him. He backed up a step. The girls just stared at it.
“Hey, Odango Atama-”
“Usagi, Mamoru-san.”
“Usagi-san, I need to talk to you.” Mamoru motioned me over to a booth
in the cafe part of the arcade. We sat down.
“So, what’s up?” I asked.
“You know very well. How did you know?”
“I guessed.”
“Odango,” he said warningly.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I tried, Mamoru-kun. Trust me.”
“And why not, Usagi-chan?”
“Because it’s very farfetched. If you really want to know, I found out
from cartoon show that originated here and is played in America as a
dub.” I shut my eyes and buried my head in my arms. “As if my day can’t
get any worse,” I muttered.
“Odango, you are strange. I like that. So, what T.V. show is it?” I
brought my head up in shock. He looked serious.
“You believe me?” He nodded. “Okay, it’s called Sailor Moon. And
there’s these four scouts, or senshi, Mercury, Venus, Mars, and Jupiter,
and this guy, Tuxedo Mask, or Kamen. And, of course, Sailor Moon. She’s
not real, I don’t think. Anyway, the show is about their fights with the
Negaverse, or I suppose it would be Queen Metallia and Beryl, and these
four generals, um, Jadeite, Nephrite, Zoicite, and Kunzite. Then after
that it’s these two aliens, Ann and Alan, and then there’s the Nega
Moon, or Black Moon, or something, and that’s got Birdie, Catsy, Avery,
and Prisma, the four Weird Sisters (A.N.- I don’t know the Japanese
names for them. Or the rest of the Nega Moon), and they were headed by
Rubeus, who was headed by Prince Diamond, and he had two others under
his control, Sapphire, his bro, and Emerald, this girl with the most
annoying laugh, except for Zoicite, who’s a girl in America, but a boy
here, because of his/her relationship with Kunzite. Anyway, they’re
controlled by this guy named Wiseman, but they don’t know that. And
Wiseman works for the Doom Phantom, and they’re from the future. They
all followed this little pink-haired girl, named Chibi-Usa, or Rabbit as
they called her, and she’s from the thirtieth century, and she’s the
princess of Crystal Tokyo. But anyway, I’m probably telling you too
much, because Pluto, if there is a Pluto, would kill me!” I stopped and
sat back. Mamoru was trying to take everything in.
“Okay,” he said slowly. “Right. Well, I don’t even know who we’re
battling, but that’s okay, I guess. I don’t even know why I’m, well, you
know.”
“Right. Um, I gotta go. It’s almost dinner time. See ya!” I left him at
the booth, said good-bye to Motoki and the girls, and headed outside.
Ranma was there, waiting.
“So, who’s the guy in the booth?” he asked.
“That’s Mamoru-baka, Chiba Mamoru. He’s friends with Toki-kun, and the
girls. Why?”
“No reason, just gotta watch for the little Bunny.” He grinned and put
his arm around my shoulder. “So, tell me about your day.”
“Oh, you wouldn’t believe it...”
Anyway, after that day, I was Sailor Moon, of the senshi. Queen
Metallia turned out to be the enemy, and we defeated her after we
discovered the Moon Princess. Unfortunately, Mamoru found out who we
were, because of me. Anyway, I turned out to be the keeper of the soul
of Serenity. I wasn’t meant to be Serenity, but I had to for a while.
(A.N.- In case you’re wondering, I decided to follow the manga, not the
anime.) Then, before Serenity could get her own body, we ended up facing
the Black Moon. That was not pleasant for me, especially dealing with
the bratty Chibi-Usa. I couldn’t believe that she was so mean. I was
nice to her too, but she ended up stealing my crystal, and joining the
Black Moon.
We got her back, of course, but it wasn’t fun. She ended becoming a
smaller version of Sailor Moon, so she was called Sailor Chibi-Moon, my
way of revenge on her, since she hated being called Chibi-anything.
Finally, Serenity got her own body, and was able to be with her
Endymion, Mamoru, again. She kept my name, Usagi, but she used to the
Silver Crystal to create a life for herself as Tsukino Usagi, age 17. It
was the winter I was fifteen when that happened.
I left Japan in August, stuck having to watch from the sidelines and
call out advice. That was the worst. My parents had always ended up
staying for extra time in these other places, and I figured it was the
Silver Crystal doing that. She was also Sailor Moon, so I had no place
in Tokyo anymore. I finally left Japan in the middle of August, on a
plane to a large city near my own town. On the plane, I met a man from a
town that was near our second stop in Colorado. His name was Daimen, the
same one who keeps touching my keys on the keyboard. Anyway, me and Daimen got to talking on the plane,
since he and I, and about two other people, would be the only ones left
on the plane after the first stop. It was rather strange. Anyway, we
stopped, and almost the entire plane got off. Then we headed out again,
to some city in Colorado. Before we could get there, we had to make an
emergency landing, because the pilot had done something on accident, and
the plane was, like, not working or something. The pilot had to go to
the hospital after we landed in this little town called Yarkington.
(A.N.- This isn’t a real town, I don’t think. I made it up for the
purpose of this story.) Apparently, this was Daimen’s home town. The
other two people were both, like twenty one, so they rented a car and
left. I was stranded. No one in my family knew where I was, and my
parents weren’t getting home until the next day anyway. I tried their
cell phone from the one they sent me last summer, but I couldn’t get a
hold of them. So, there I was, in a town I didn’t know, full of people
who had no clue I existed. Luckily, Daimen offered me a spare room in
his apartment. I accepted gratefully. That was the start of the next
chapter of my, unfortunately, insane life.
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