Name: 'The truth about Ami', chapter 2.
Author: Cony
E-mail: rubi@riemann.mat.puc.cl 
Rated: PG-13 (some swearing and just the smallish amount of lemon you'll ever see)
	Stuff at the bottom. 


	
	I see her showing me the pendant. And it's *open*. There, I see, for the
second time this day, the thing that has scared me the most since . . . that 
day. A picture. Yes, that's what I'm so afraid of. A picture of a beautiful 
girl. She has long, long blue-black hair. Her eyes are blue too, and by the 
looks on her face, she seemed very happy when the photo was taken. She has about 
14 or 15 years. Her long hair is taken in a loose ponytail, which lets a few 
bangs hang out of it and dance in front of her face. My eyes open wide in 
horror, as I stare directly at my worst nightmare. But, my instinct kicks in, 
and makes up a very good answer. 
	"She's . . . was my sister". I see as Minako's face pales a bit, and her 
eyes darken. "What do you mean was?". I'm about to tell her she's an idiot, but 
I hold myself. "She's dead". She takes her hand to her mouth and covers it, in 
an attempt of not letting me see her horror filled face. "Dead?. But . . . she 
doesn't look much older than you. As a matter of fact, she looks just like you". 
My back stiffens, but I keep fighting. "She died four years ago, before I meet 
you". "Before you met me?. But, how come any of the girls haven't told me 
anything about this?". Baka, I say to myself. "I meant before I met Usagi-chan, 
before I discovered I was Sailor Mercury". "Oh. Sorry". "Don't be. It happened 
long ago". It seems I did it. I convinced her. I'm about to sigh in relief, when 
she asks another question. "But, you look so similar. How can that be?". 
	Answer. Answer!. ANSWER!! I say to myself. My head seems empty of ideas. I 
can't think. I can't breathe, I can't . . . wait. Calm down. Breathe deeply. 
Nothing's wrong. Minako can't discover your secret. She would never do it. She 
doesn't have the intelligence to. Now, think. Why can two persons be so alike?. 
Appart from being sisters . . . being twins!. Yeah!!. "We . . . (necessary 
trembling voice, as I let my face drop as if I was in real pain) . . . we were 
twins". Anyone else would have understood not to ask anymore, but anyone doesn't 
include Minako, the queen of the de-brained. "Twins?. Cool!. Why didn't you ever 
told us about her?". I feel a sensation creeping up my head. Anger . . . no, 
it's fury. I clench my hands, and bare my teeth. I can feel my eyes glowing in 
anger, as I look up to her again. "'Cause she's dead, Mina-chan" I say. 
	Her expression changes abruptly, I don't know if for the information I 
gave her or for the look on my face. Only then, I realise that I've let my 
temper win over me. I look away, desperatly trying to control myself. Over and 
over again, I repeat to myself: . The mask that went 
off for a couple of seconds returns, and I'm calm (on the outside at least) 
again. I turn my look back to her, and see she's looking at me with strange 
eyes. "I'm . . . I'm sorry Mina-chan. It's just that . . . anytime I talk about 
her, I get very sad". I see her calming down. BINGO!. One point for me. 
	"Sorry Ami-chan. I never thought talking about her would disturb you so 
much". "It's Ok" I say, internally yelling in joy. "But, I think you should've 
told us about this. I mean, we're friends right?". I wonder a bit. Friends?. The 
only one I've called friend was Hiroshi, but that was a long time ago. So, how 
would I call Usagi-chan and the rest of them?. Technically, it would be a cover. 
A protection. Something to pass unnoticed. But, I must answer. "Yeah". "Well, 
then, let's call the others. They should know. Can I use yor phone?". Call the 
rest?. Here?. Now?. She's got to be kidding me!!. Then, a plan starts taking 
shape in my head. "Sure. Go ahead. In my night-table, there's one". I see her 
grinning, with that stupidly grin pasted on her face. She turns around, and 
gives me a perfect target. I harden my hand, leaving it as a perfect 180 degree 
angle. I then slowly and noiselessly walk to her, as I hear her voice talking on 
the phone: "Hello?. Usagi-chan?. Yes, it's Minako. Could you please come to 
Ami's house?. Yes, it's very important . . .". Her voice drifts off, as my mind 
focuses solely on the precise point on her neck where I should strike. Now, her 
voice has turned into a humm on the back of my mind, as I walk closer and closer 
to her. 
	My steps are silent, and my hand is steady. I know it won't hurt her, if I 
do it correctly. I mean, after three years of not practising a hit, you get 
kinda  . . . unused to it. But, as they say, it's like learning how to drive a 
bike, you never forget it. I feel the adrenaline running through my body, as the 
familiar feeling spreads over me. It's like being back in the old times. Her 
blond hair swayes back and forth, but I don't notice it. All I can see now is 
that point, just where the shoulder meets the neck. It's calling me, telling me 
to hit it. And then, I'm right behind her. I can feel the smell of her shampoo, 
and see the red bow she always wears almost inside my eyes. 
	I stretch my hand up, and bring it down violently, striking her right were 
I'm supposed to. At the contact of my rigid hand with her soft skin, I feel her 
stiffen, and instantly her voice shuts down. I can't see it, but I know she has 
opened her mouth trying to scream. But, my blow was hard and quick, and appart 
from completely paralizing my victim, it also closes the vocal cords. All she 
can do is make some coughing sounds. My experienced ears hear the shrieking 
voice of Usagi on the other end of the phone, saying: "Mina-chan!. Mina-chan!. 
Are you allright?. What's going on?. Mina-chan!". 
	I slowly pick up the phone, and hang it on it's receiver. I look down at 
the not-moving girl on the floor, my eyes a pair of rocks, as I see her 
struggling to speak, a desperate look on her eyes. "Don't worry", I say, 
surprissing myself as I use a tone I didn't remember I had, "I just paralised 
you. In about an hour you'll be able to move again. Just stay there for a while, 
and you'll feel nothing when you recover. If you move too much, your neck will 
hurt for a week or two". I see her hands spasming. I know what she's trying to 
do, but I don't care. I see her eyes, and notice a glint of determination on 
them. I see she believes she knows what's happening. Poor girl. She doesn't have 
a clue. "No Mina-chan. It's not what you're thinking. I'm not possesed by a 
youma, and I haven't gone crazy. I just couldn't allow you to spoil my plans". 
	Then, I completely ignore her coughs and shrieks, as she tries to get my 
attention. I must do things quickly, beacause I know Usagi has already called 
the others, and they're headed here. It'll take her about 10 minutes to arrive, 
more or less depending if she told Makoto and Rei while she was inside or 
outside of her house. I step over Minako, and take the pendant from her hand. 
"You're the only one who knows about this. I should kill you". I see her eyes 
opening wide and she tries to move her head in a denying motion. I laugh at her 
desperation. "Don't worry. I won't. Now, good-bye". I jump over her again, and 
walk to the door. I close it behind me, and walk downstairs. The pendant is 
light in my hand, but it's a heavy weight when it comes to emotional charge. So, 
I decide not to pay attention to it. 
	I reach the front door, and quickly open it and ran outside. The  heavy 
rain inmediatly wets me all over, pasting my short hair to my neck. I close my 
eyes, and tilt my head up, trying to get this feeling as the most I can. Then, I 
turn around, and jump to the roof of my house. Yeah, I know that humans can't 
jump ten meters just like that, but remember, I'm not an average human, I'm a 
Senshi. Appart from the powers this warrior-thing gives me, in my past I was 
taught how to use hard floor as a real spring-board. It's very simple when you 
get it, it's just a matter of physics and such. But, it's really hard to explain 
in words so, I'll leave it to your imagination. 
	I jump, and land gracefully on the roof. The tiles don't even sound under 
me. I congratulate myself, 'cause after these three years, I haven't lost this 
ability. I feel my long, leg-long skirt stick to my limbs, and I can't take it 
any longer. With almost animal-fury, I bent down and slash it with my 
fingernails. The ripping sound is like heavenly bells to my ears, and I hold the 
piece of cloth in front of me as a price. "You'll bother me no more, ugly 
thing", I tell it, my voice slowly recovering it's ancient tone of order. My 
real voice is about the same tone than Mizuno Ami's, but it just sounds 
different. My opinion?. Mine's a lot better. 
At this point, I decide it. For the last moments of my life, I'll no longer be 
Mizuno Ami. She has dissapeared. I'm again myself, me, moi, yo. I look down, 
watching my long legs appear from under my now shorty-shorty skirt. I ran a bit, 
jump and stretch, relieved of feeling this physical freedom again. I thought 
that so many time inside long skirts was going to get me plasted. Then, I open 
my mouth, and yell, not caring that I'm already soaked beyond belief, and that 
the sound of thunder and rain muffle my words: "I'm free again!. FREE!!". I 
can't believe it. It feels so good . . . so . . . I can't describe it. It's as 
if I've just finished what was meant to be, and now am free again to do as I 
please. 
	Laughing, I jump from roof to roof, running away from my house, my place 
of destination fixed on my head. It feels so clean to run under the rain . . . 
as if it could wash all my sins away . . . But, no one can . . . nothing can 
purify me now . . . I'm as dark as the enemies for so long I fought, as evil as 
the one I always said I was going to defeat, as bad as it's allowed, and far 
more . . . I'm a sinner. So, soon enough, I'll end this. My torture will be 
over, my fate changed. A few thunders explode in the sky, as if in a futile 
attempt of making me change my mind . . . it seems as if nature herself was 
trying to hold me back, to prevent me from arriving where I'm headed . . . but 
not human, inhuman, extraterrestrial or future force will be able to stop me 
this time. 
	I'm tired of being the weak one, of always being looked on less, to always 
die first, to always have others to protect me . . . I'm going to be myself now, 
for the last minutes of my life. I haven't told you how I'm gonna end this, have 
I?. Well, it's simple. I've decided to go to the Aragosai Cliffs, on the north 
part of the city. They are over than 60 meters over the sea, and several 
suicidal people have finished their lifes there. There's no way of surviving if 
you jump from there. If you don't die from the fall, you'll surely drown down in 
the sea. I jump now from a relatively small roof to one that's very high on the 
air. It just takes a little more effort from me to reach it, and I continue my 
running.
	Hmm, I wonder how does it feel like to die. Yes, I now I've died twice 
before, but those two were as Sailor Mercury, and I have a feeling that dying as 
a "normal" person is going to be different. The first time, I was brought down 
by a youma, one of those Doom 'n Gloom girls. I killed one of those bastards at 
least. When I think of it, I can still hear the sickeningly sound of my neck 
breaking against the ice, or the cry of agony that youma screamed when my power 
atomized her . . . Or the second time, against Sailor Galaxia. That time, I had 
a crush on Kou Taiki. He was a lot like Hiroshi, so I let my feelings dominate 
me. It was one of the few times I let my heart go free . . . and I never 
regretted it so much . . . I opened myself to him, told him almost everything 
about me, even died for him . . . and the stupid baka never realised what he 
meant to me. 
	I sacrificed my star seed for him, yet he never cared deeper for me than 
for the others . . . to him, I was just another girl-fan who had a crush on him. 
Idols!. Hmph!. Never get too involved with one, or the ilusion of a fantastic 
and wonderful singer will dissapear. The only good thing I came out with of the 
terrifying experience it meant having to get your star seed taken, was to learn, 
once again, that I wasn't made for love. I mean, when they left to go back to 
their planet, Seiya-kun waved goodbye to Usagi-chan, not caring Mamoru-san was 
in front. Even Luna got a goodbye phrase!. Yaten-kun was a nice boy, only that 
strong affection he showed for Luna-san gave me the creeps sometimes. 
	But, did Taiki-kun even blinked an eye on goodbye?. NO!. He said a plain 
old: "Goodbye girls!". Girls!. Not even a special thing for me!. Me, who up to 
that time had silently hoped for him to stay, or even to show he cared for me . 
. . he was so like Hiroshi-san . . . strong, cute, intelligent, brave, and his 
eyes sometimes showed the same hatred and loneliness he did. But, as long I 
sometimes longed for him to notice me, for him I never was nothing more than a 
girl who had an amazing intelligence, and the only one who shared with him the 
top marks at school. 
	I remember the first time he (actually he was in his female form, as 
Sailor Star Maker) saved me. She carried me in her arms, away of danger, as 
Hiroshi did so many times. After that, she smiled to me, a smile I've only seen 
years ago, a smile of understanding. Then, the second time, was when I won a 
prize to meet him for being the best video-player in Japan. I talked to him a 
lot that day, about moral facts and such. Back on their planet they didn't seem 
to have a lot of valours . . . I ended up on a fight against a very powerful 
zombie. 
	She was beating the crap out of me, until "help" arrived. Help, you say?. It was a disaster. After those typical so corny-sounding speeches the Senshi 
always give before starting a fight, the zombie beated as all with her eyes 
closed. Jupiter didn't stand a chance, and Rei and Minako weren't even wearing 
their Senshi fukus. They said they wanted to fight with their super-heroines-
made-out-of-shinning-paper-outfits they were wearing. That time was one of those 
I was willing to kill one of them with my bare hands. I was so furious, I felt 
an unusual energy boil inside me. I felt as a strange wind started swirling 
around me, and I knew my aura was visible. I felt surrounded by power, pure raw 
power. Just then, I opened my eyes and saw the zombie had shoot some misiles 
which were headed straight towards me. I then was about to let my energy consume 
me, and show them that being the smallest one didn't mean to be the weakest, 
when guess what?. Mrs. Opportunity arrived. Her already known speech: "Hold on 
right there!. I am Sailor Moon, champion of justice . . . ."yada, yada, yada 
type of stuff interrupted my concentration, AND the zombie's too. My power was 
no longer necessary, so I felt it returning to the deep corners of my soul. 
Again, Usagi stoped me from unleasing my energy. She's been the cause of all my 
disgraces, no matter how innocent she may look.
	I see you're wondering about Ryo Urawa, aren't you?. Well, what can I tell 
you?. He was nice, and really liked me it seems, but . . . he was so innocent . 
. . his eyes didn't know anything about life, they were full of childish hope .. 
. I taught him that destiny is made by yourself, and saved him from evil General 
Zoisite, but that was it. I think of him more like a soul I helped, a boy to 
whom I showed the right path to follow, but nothing more. I gave him my picture 
just to give him strengh, not because I cared for him. And when he returned, to 
tell us evil Prince Endymion was trying to get the Seven Shadow Warriors 
together, Makoto forced me to go on and search him, eventhogh I had no intention 
on doing so. When I think of it, Urawa was a Shadow Demon, yet his appearance 
was so innocent . . . Jupiter and I finally found him at an alley, escaping of 
Endymion. Jupiter fought him, while we ran. We finished on an amusement park, 
and there it was were the Prince of Earth found us. He took Urawa-kun easily, 
and started making fun of my powers. *That* was what really pissed me off. How 
dared *he* who wasn't even using his own powers, but Negaforce created ones, 
talk about weak powers?. 
	I was angry, but couldn't show the real reason, so told him it was about 
his taking of Urawa. I fought him, and defeated him. That should've showed him 
that Sailor Mercury is no weak link. Then, Jupiter and Moon arrived, and tried 
to heal him. I never really cared if he was good or evil, he saved us both ways, 
and that's why he's here, so . . . Well, then, Urawa was free again, and I had 
to play the oh-I-was-so-worried part, which I think went out quite well. But, 
later on, we had a serious conversation, where I told him I wasn't ready to love 
yet, which was a big lie, but he never knew about it. He decided to leave, and 
to come back when I called him. He can wait sitting on a chair, 'cause I don't 
plan to. Well, enough of flashbacks, let's get back to action.  
	I again return to where I am, and look down. I see the lights and cars 
passing under me at incredible speed. I grin, as I hear a startling sound, which 
after a second of thinking, recognize as a group of doves I had scared. It feels 
so good to be jumping like this . . . I know no one can see me, because of the 
heavy rain, but of anyone did look intently enough to try and locate me, they 
could only be able to distinguish a light-blue blur, and then nothing. I pay no 
attention to a woman screams of terror, as I miscalculated a distance and landed 
on her terrace. I feel and unsual type of floor under my feet, and grin again, 
as I know it was a flower-pot I broke. Less than a second later, I'm meters away 
from her, already ready to jump into the air again. I wonder if this is what 
Haruka-san feels while she races on her car. If it is, I can perfectly 
understand why she likes it so much. The feeling of a strong wind caressing your 
skin, on your sides, above you and under you, as if trying to push you higher 
into the air . . . yet, diving into the depths of a swimming pool or the sea is 
more breath-taking (no pun intended) for me. 
	In the distance, I can now see the cliffs. No worry is in my heart, as I 
smile again, at last feeling the freedom that's about to come. Then, I notice 
the buildings have ended. I'm completely on the air, with no surface to land on, 
but I don't care. I'm going head first, directly to collide with the hard earth floor. I turn around sometimes, and put my feet first again. I spin around, 
flexing my body to slow my fall, and then land gracefully on the ground. No 
impact hits my knees, legs or spine, because I changed my weight to hit equally 
on every part, so the effect dissapears. 
	Yet, my right foot aches a bit. I believe it's for the extra weight rain 
water puts on me, and so many years of not doing it. I think I sprained it. 
Carefully, I jump (little this time), and land again. As soon as my right foot 
makes contact with the ground, a sizzling pain runs up straight to my head. I 
bit my lower lip, holding back a curse. Baka!, I say to myself. . I then slap myself 
mentally again. That's make two of them by now. I'm going to DIE!. I shouldn't 
worry about nonsense like that. I believe you're wondering about how I broke my 
foot, if I've been running, jumping and landing on knee-high -heels boots for so 
long?. Simple. When I'm in Senshi form, my body is stronger and can surely 
handle a lot more than when I'm a normal human. 
	I am slowly, very slowly, walking towards the edge of the cliffs, feeling 
as a hevy weight is being lift from my heart as I approach my end. The rain has 
stopped a bit, only the necessary to allow me to look where I'm going. No more 
lightings hit the sky, and I look up, wondering why did it stop so suddenly. I 
don't care. I look down again, as my foot is carried as a dead weight by my 
right leg. This is one of the times on which I wished I had Hotaru-chan's 
healing powers. But, it doesn't matter. I've finally reached the edge of the 
cliff, and the beginning of the end. I look down, to the sea which crushes 
against the rocks, a lot of meters down there. 
	I'm here now. The sea waves splash on the rocks, meters and meters under 
me, as if calling me to join them. I can hear the call of water . . . I can feel 
it calling me . . . I'm coming . . . I'll answer your call . . . I raise my 
right foot, and wave it in the air as I take a step forward, just empty space 
under it. I'm enchanted by the sound, the rhytmic sound of tons of salty water 
splashing all at the same time. I'm coming. I take my foot down, ready to let go 
the other one, now the only thing holding me to the world of the living . . . 
"WAIT!". A thundering voice fills my ears. The spell is broken, and my leg 
unconsciously returns to the edge of the floor. I turn around, ready to freeze 
to death anyone who dared to interrupt me. "WHAT?. What do you want?", I say, 
before even taking a look at who talked. My eyes flare in anger. I stop in mid-
turn, as I see who's standing just a few paces away from me. Usagi, Rei, Makoto 
and Mamoru, who's holding a somehow unsteady Minako are staring at me wide-eyed. 
I notice Minako's moving, and 45 minutes have passed since I hit her. That girl 
has an amazing power of healing, far more developed that I had thought. "What 
are you doing Ami-chan?", I hear Usagi's voice. I grit my teeth, and look away, 
as I clench my fists, just to hear her name makes me sick. 
	"My . . . name . . ." I mutter, barely controlling my fury, "is . . . not 
. . . Mizuno Ami!!". At last, I can't hold it back anymore. Tears, tears of 
anger slide down my cheeks. Why can't they just leave me alone?. All I want is 
for them go away, and be alone!. I look at them through my wattery eyes. I see 
they don't understand . . . their eyes are so pure, so innocent, so . . . 
childish. They don't seem to understand the harshness of life. Their eyes are 
big, and full of love. They still believe in goodness and innocence. Yet, on the 
group standing before me, there are one pair of eyes that are different. Who, 
you ask?. Mamoru's. His eyes are smaller, thinner, and a glint of suspiciousness 
on them always. I know mine used to be like the girl's, but now, they are just 
like Mamoru's. That's the weird thing I always felt on him, the thing that made 
him different from us . . . I mean . . . them. Their eyes shows that he has 
suffered, he has cried, he has felt how hard life can be . . . just like me. 
	Rei takes a step forward. And asks, the light rain wetting her long  hair: 
"Ami-chan, what do you mean?". I run two steps towards her, and stop myself in 
time as I realise I was going to kill her right here. I let my tears go freely, 
and I see they've just noticed them. "For the last time. I_am_not_Mizuno_Ami". 
Words refuse to leave my throat, and I must push them out. "Ami-chan, we now 
you've been under a lot of preassure later, but there's no reason for you to---
". Makoto's words are cut short, as I run to her, grab her neck and her right 
hand, and putting a little of my weight onto her, I jank her into the floor as 
hard as I can. I sit on her stomach, and hiss to her and the rest who are 
staring at me with such a question-mark on their faces, that if the situation 
wasn't so serious, I would've been laughing a long time ago: "My name is Suiseki 
Reiko!. Get that on your stupid heads!". I feel Makoto wriggling under me as she 
tries to break free, but her legs are held by my weight, and her arms by my own. 
	I know that Makoto surely weighs more than I do, but who said that for 
that she's supposed to be stronger?. I use some special movements Hiroshi taught 
me a long time ago, and I completely inmovilize her, by just plainly sitting 
over her. "Ami . . . Ami-chan . . . what are you doing?", she manages to croak 
out. That was it. That was the drop that triggered the gun. I take her wrists, 
bringing all her upper part up, including her head. As soon as she's staring 
directly at my eyes, I smile evilly, and slam her head hard onto the mud. "DO 
NOT CALL ME AMI-CHAN!!!. MY NAME IS REIKO, SUISEKI REIKO!". A red curtain covers 
my eyes, and I can only see rage now. I start pumping her head up and down, 
screaming all along. 
	I cry and scream, as I let years of sadness and sorrow escape by hitting 
Makoto. I'm no longer able to crontrol me, my emotions are stronger than any 
barrier you could put in front of me. Everything is going to end now . . . but 
as I slam Mako-chan for the 30th time into the floor, two strong arms wrap 
around me and take me off her. I scream and fight never really caring to see 
who's the one who's holding me. In the middle of my moving, I see as Makoto is 
being helped to stand up by Rei-chan and Usagi-chan. I think I see something red 
coming out of Mako-chan's mouth . . . blood?. I didn't hit her *that* hard. I 
stop struggling, as my doctor instinct forces me to look closer. Yes, she's 
vomiting blood. She must have bitten her tongue. 
	Only then do I notice I can't move. I look through the corner of my eye, 
and see that the one who's holding me is Mamoru-san. He's strong, as I feel his 
muscles move under his shirt. I never thought someone as skinny as him could be 
this strong . . . I mean, I can count with the fingers of one hand the ones who 
have been able to hold me back . . . and survived to tell it. I try to break 
free by just squirming, but it seems so many rose-throwing has given him a 
special strengh on his arms. I can't escape with my simple techniques, so I'll 
use the level two stuff. I quickly and swiftly kick Mamoru on his knee, right 
over the bone, where I know hurts the most. 
As I see him doubling over in pain, and letting me free, I give a silent thank 
to the Biology class they taught me . . . they've proven to be far the most 
useful class I've ever received. I ignore the pain in my foot, as I had to kick 
him with the right one. Although it's broken, it still hurts like hell when I 
even move it. But, they don't know about this, and rule number one is never let 
your enemies know your weaknesess. So, I swallow the pain, and jump away from 
him, hearing his painful groan as a background music. I faintly hear Usagi's cry 
of : "Mamo-chan!" as she lets Makoto fall and runs to her love. 
	I end up giving them the best view of my back, as I look into the never-
ending ocean. I know this is a perfect opportunity to jump . . . none of them is 
concerned about me, their worries are divided between Makoto and Mamoru. But, 
something holds me back. A feeling of wrongness, of something missing . . . I've 
got to do something before I finish my life. And now I know what it is. I have 
to tell them what's happening. As much as I've learnt to hate them, they deserve 
to know the truth . . . and if I do tell them, at least someone will remember me 
with longing. So, I wait, and turn around, waiting for them to gather again. 
	"Ami . . . I mean, Reiko-chan" corrects Rei, as she sees my flaring eyes, 
"what's happening?". "Nothing", I answer, my voice as calm as a glass of milk. 
"I'm just being me". "Being you?. But, Ami-chan, what's wrong?". This Usagi 
never undertands. Never. She insists in calling me by that awful name I hate so 
much, and I know I must give her a lesson. I prepare to run again, not caring 
about the pain in my foot, when I hear a whisper behind me. A voice which is 
full of hatred and anger, a voice I know he only uses when he's facing a 
terrible enemy: "Don't you even think about it. You've already hurt Mako-chan 
and me, and I won't let you put a finger on my Usako, do you hear me?". I smile, 
and without looking back, I say: "Mamoru-san, you're faster than I thought. But, 
you know something cape-boy?. No one tells me what to do!". 
	Then, I quickly take my elbow back, and shudder as I feel it making direct 
contact with his stomach. I hold back a bit though. I don't want a pissed off 
Moon princess behind my back, now do I?.  As he (again) doubles over, this time 
bitting his tongue for not groaning, I jump away. I finish just in the edge of 
the cliff, my right foot aching so much I feel like if I had a hell down there. 
"Did you understand now?. GO AWAY!", I tell them. There's no time for telling 
them my story. They'll never let me. If I let them catch me, they'll inmediatly 
sent me to mental hospital, and in there I'm never going to be able to escape, 
no matter how smart I am. 
	"Reiko-chan", at last that brat of Usagi used my true name, "what are you 
doing?". I smile, a true smile for the first time in this evening of hell, and 
answer: "I'm going to jump". I see them openening their eyes in horror. "What?. 
But, Reiko-chan, why?". "Because I'm so tired of living that I decided to finish 
myself. Any problem with that?". Minako seems to awaken of a very long dream. A 
quick look to my watch makes me realise two things: one, the hour has passed, so 
Minako can move freely now, and two, this is how they found me. I forgot this 
damm wrist-communicator Luna gave us was also a way for locating the others. 
They must have followed my signal, and they found me. I slap myself mentally, 
making them three now. 
	 Minako then moves her jaw, trying to get all her control back: "Reiko-
chan", she says her voice sounding a bit strange. Her vocal cords must be 
aching, "let us help you, we are your friends". I nodd, and close my eyes. I can 
feel her voice reaching my brain, awakening memories of the time we spent 
together, of how we laughed, how we fought . . . I close my eyes hard, enclosing 
the memories again. No, this is my descision, and no one can take it away from 
me. I open my eyes, and say sadly, though a sardonic grin is on my lips: "You 
were never my friends". I wonder if I can legalize their surprise expressions. I 
can make a lot of money out of it, you know?. I can see it, "Incredibly stupid-
looking faces, two for ten yens!". 
	I continue, amusing myself for the changing on their faces: "You were 
never my friends. You don't know me. You were just a cover I used, so they 
wouldn't catch me. You're just and excuse for me, a load I must carry . . . but 
now, no more". Mamoru has raised again, and asks: "They?. Who are they?". I 
realise I have talked too much. My only option is to jump now. There's no coming 
back. There's only this way . . . Hiroshi, I'm coming. Three steps separate me 
from my death. I take one step back, and I see as they try to run towards me, in 
an attemp of stopping me. "Don't", I say, raising my hand. "Don't come any 
closer. If you do, I'll jump". They freeze on their tracks, and I see they're 
desperatly trying to think of something that might stop me. Again, they don't 
have *me*. They've relayed too much on my smart observations, and they don't 
know what to do if I don't tell them. 
I realise I'm enjoying this a little bit too much. It feels so good to see them 
hurt, to make them bleed, to make them experience the worst pain and torture 
ever . . . I take another step back, and I can feel now the sea breeze caressing 
my back and legs. It's a welcome call, because forever I'll be part of them . . 
. as soon as I walk one more step backwards. As if they had thought it at the 
same time, they all raise their hands, and call for the power of their planets. 
Four cries pierce the air, and magic is unleashed. I notice for the first time 
that Mamoru doesn't say a thing, he just closes his eyes and is enveloped by 
light. As the light dies, I see in front of me Sailor Jupiter, Venus, Mars, Moon 
and Tuxedo Kamen. I grin, and without even taking my power-stick out, I close my 
eyes, and wait for the magic to surround me. 
	As I open my eyes again, I see they're very surprised. I know they're 
wondering how did I transform without even whispering the words?. All that 
screaming and yelling was never necessary. If you have the right mind control, 
you can easily transform with just thinking it. "Hold on right there!. How dare 
you posess the body of one of my dear friends?. You've made a terrible mistake 
youma, and now you'll pay for it!. I am Sailor Moon, champion of justice!. I'll 
right wrongs and triumph over evil monsters like you!", says Usagi, with the 
familiar hand gestures. "And I am Sailor Mars, Senshi of fire and soul!. I will 
never allow you to live after what you've done!. In the name of Mars, I'll 
punish you!". 
	Rei's speech wasn't much more original than Usagi's. Here comes Makoto. "I 
am Sailor Jupiter, Senshi of Thunder and protection!. In the name of true 
friendship, I'll punish you!". The same thing than the two others. As I see 
Minako opening her mouth to speak, I yawn, and say: "Yeah, yeah, I know what 
you're going to say. You're Sailor Venus and etcetera, and bla, bla, bla, and 
you're going to punish me, right?. Can't you girls think of something a bit more 
original?, And you Tuxie, don't even think about saying yours, 'cause it's the 
worst of all. How can you always come out with speeches about love, romance, 
pure hearts, pure dreams and that type of stuff?. Just stop talking and fight!".
	 I see as five five sweatdrops appear on their heads, and the girls blush, 
while Tuxedo Kamen coughs to hide his embarrasment. The question is just over 
their face, but they keep quiet. Good for them. I'm in no mood to be answering 
questions right now, less let the one who dares asking live . . . as a matter of 
fact, why wait for them to make the mistake?. Why not kill them right away?. I 
mean, they are from no use to me . . . and I enjoy a lot making people suffer .
 . . I bet if I killed Usagi first, the rest, and specially Mamoru-san would be 
so sad they wouldn't even put up a fight. I think a bit, and see that when I hit 
Mina-chan was for my purposes, but I never intended to make her suffer. But, 
when I hit Mako-chan, I liked what I was doing . . . seeing her bleeding, the 
look of hurt in her eyes . . . everything was so . . . fulfilling. It felt so 
good . . . so right . . .
I bet that if I took the time for it, I could think of five different ways of 
killing them, slowly *and* painfully. Torture would feel so good for me now . . 
. yet, I have no time. I carefully look by the corner of my eye, and see just 
thirty centimeters separate me from falling. I grin, and turning around to face 
them, say: "It ends now . . .". I see Minako, no, Venus, waving her hand, and I 
know what she wants to do. She wants to stop me with her Love-me Chain, but I 
can easily dodge it. I see the small yellow hearts appearing from nowhere, but 
it's too late. The descision is made and the step taken. I gracefully leap into 
the empty space, and feel as the sea breeze brushes my legs, my bare arms and my 
face. A smile is on my face, as I now know my torture will end
	I hear a cry of desperation above me, but I don't even care to look up to 
see who screamed it. I fell a hole on my stomach, as if I was going on a roller 
coaster . . . though this is a roller coaster I will never return of . . . I 
close my eyes, waiting for the impact to arrive. Everything seems to be 
happening in slow camera . . . the sound of waves is no longer audible . . . the 
rush of the wind on my ears doesn't reach them anymore . . . I can see flashes 
in front of my eyes . . . pictures of happy moments . . . the true happy moments 
I spent with you Hiroshi . . . that day . . . that doomed day . . . replays over 
and over on my head . . . bringing some tears to my eyes . . . but, I fight them 
away . . . there's no reason to fight anymore . . . I'm coming to meet you . . . 
we'll be together again . . . forever . . . partners forever . . . partners till 
the end . . .

And then, it ends . . .  



Author notes:
	Well?. What can I say?. Told you action was coming. Not that it was BIG 
action, but that's the best I can do!. I never said I was an action writer!. 
Abyway, don't think that just because she jumped things are over yet . . . as a 
matter of fact, from now on, explaning starts. Yes!. You'll finally get what in 
the name of Mercury was I always talking about!!. Who was this Hiroshi character 
Ami always kept mentioning?. Well, read and finf out on chapter 3!. 
	As usually, email me with your comments and criticisms, Even flames, (if 
necessary) will be accepted!. My adress, (actually it's my mom's) is 
rubi@riemann.mat.puc.cl ,I-ll be waiting!. As usually, Sailor Moon belongs to 
Naoko Takeuchi, and this is just a fans work to *her* own wonderful work. See 
ya!

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