I've actually had this story laying around on my computer since the summer when I saw The Crow: Wicked Prayer on the SciFi channel. I only got up to one chapter before it fell to the wayside. Now it's back and it's moving on. I only have about another chapter written but I'm working on it so expect frequent updates.
Also, this fic is a bit violent so the T rating may change to M in later chapters. Just some advanced warning.
I do not own the rights to Sailor Moon, The Crow, or any affiliated characters therein. There are also a few lines (like the italicized speech below) that are from the first The Crow movie (which was by far the best one of the three I've seen).
People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right.
Haruka walked down the street, a grocery bag in one hand while the other held the hand of her four-year-old daughter. Thanks to the powers of Sailor Moon and Sailor Chibi Moon's, who had stopped in for a visit, Silver Crystals, Haruka and Michiru had been able to conceive their own child.
"Ready to go home little one?" Haruka asked with a big smile.
The little girl nodded enthusiastically. "Wanna race!" she exclaimed.
Haruka smiled at the small girl. She had blonde hair like Haruka but there were streaks of blue-green highlights interspersed evenly in her short hair. She looked very much like Haruka save for her eyes, which were identical to Michiru's.
Haruka frowned as the wind suddenly changed directions. "Come on Mika. Let's go home," Haruka said, warily looking around. They quickened their pace.
Several rough looking men trailed behind them, smirks on their faces. Haruka glanced back at them and easily swung Mika up into her arm. Once that was done she increased her pace. One glance behind confirmed to her that the men had surpassed her pace as well.
Growling in frustration she dropped the grocery bag and held Mika tightly. The tall blonde broke out into a dead run. As she rounded a corner, someone thrust out a two by four and tripped her.
As Haruka fell, she twisted her body to take the brunt force of the fall and protect Mika. Haruka winced as she fell roughly on her right shoulder. She bit back a cry of pain as she felt it dislocate. She ignored the pain and started to rise when multiple hands grabbed her and pulled Mika away. She was hauled roughly into the middle of a deserted warehouse.
The blonde was shoved violently to her knees and her head was yanked back. "So you're the one who'll give us some trouble if you're alive," one of the men who had been following her grinned.
"Who'd've thought that the great racer Ten'ou Haruka would be a woman," another agreed. The others laughed and joined in the jeering. They fell silent as a tall, dark haired man entered the room. He was nearly six feet tall and had dark red eyes. He was dressed completely in black and stood over the kneeling Haruka.
"Don't take this personally Ten'ou. I'm just following orders," he said.
Haruka glared at him. "Let the kid go and I'll let you live," she snarled.
The man chuckled. "I think not my dear." He pulled out a gun and took the safety off. "I let you live, and plans get messed up. I have my orders."
Haruka lunged at the man. "I said let her go!" she bellowed.
The man shook his head. "I was going to let her live as leverage, but if that's the way you're gonna be about it…" he trailed off, shaking his head. He aimed the gun at Mika who looked at Haruka fearfully.
"Poppa…" she whimpered.
Fear rose in Haruka's eyes. "Don't hurt her! Please! I'll do whatever you want! Just don't hurt my daughter! Don't hurt…!" she exclaimed when a gunshot cut her off. Tears streamed down her face as the men holding Mika let her body drop to the floor. "Mika…" Haruka whispered. "MIKA!!" she bellowed in grief.
"I wouldn't worry," the man said, pointing the gun at her. "You'll be joining the whelp soon."
Haruka glared at the man, hatred and fury in her green eyes. "I'll kill you for what you've done," she growled.
"You can't kill me if you're dead," he smirked. He pressed the gun against her head and pulled the trigger. The men let Haruka's body fall to the floor, her arm falling on top of Mika's. "Take their bodies," the leader ordered. "Toss the kid in the street. Dump hers into the river." The men nodded and did as they were ordered.
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A black truck halted at a cliff near a waterfall. Two burly men got out and walked to the back of the truck. One lowered the tailgate and they both pulled out a body covered in a black tarp.
The two men walked to the edge and tossed Haruka's body over the side. It fell to the water below and floated away. The men climbed back into the truck and pulled away, heading back into the city.
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"Kaze, if you don't stop running around right now I will hang you up by your ankles!" Michiru ordered a four-year-old blonde boy.
The boy halted and looked up at Michiru. "Sorry Momma. When's Poppa and Mika gonna be home?"
"Any minute. Now go set the table," Michiru ordered.
Kaze nodded and hurried to obey. Setsuna walked in, an amused smile on her face. "He giving you much trouble?" the Time Senshi asked.
Michiru leaned against the counter wearily. "He's a handful all unto himself." She shook her head. "So much like Haruka."
Setsuna smiled. "True, but he'll grow up to be helpful to Crystal Tokyo."
"Are you making that up or have you seen that?" Michiru asked.
Setsuna shrugged. "Perhaps a bit of both."
A knock sounded on the door and they heard Hotaru answer it. The young Senshi poked her head in, worry on her face. "There are police here asking for you Michiru-momma," she said.
Michiru frowned and walked out to the foyer. "Can I help you?" she asked the officers, a small pit of dread beginning to grow in her stomach.
One of the officers took off his hat. "I hate doing this Miss Kaioh, but I regret to inform you that your daughter, Mika, was found dead earlier this evening," he said.
Michiru stared at them in shock. She felt her chest constricting and her vision began to waver. Hotaru had come out with her and quickly guided her adoptive mother over to a chair and set her down. Setsuna came out with Kaze.
"What's going on?" she asked.
Hotaru walked over and took Kaze. They left the room. "Hotaru, what's going on? Why are those men here? Why was Momma crying?" he asked.
"We're sorry for your loss," another officer said.
"Where's Haruka?" Setsuna asked.
"We're not sure. We have every available officer looking for Ten'ou-san now," the first officer said.
"Who killed her?" Michiru asked.
"We're not sure," the second officer said. "People in the area are claiming not to have seen anything. Chances are your daughter was caught in the crossfire between two gangs," he said.
A third officer came in and whispered something to the first officer. The latter turned to Michiru and bowed. "We found someone who saw Ten'ou-san's body," he said softly. "I'm sorry…"
Michiru began gasping for breath, tears streaming down her face. "No…she can't be dead…I won't believe it…she can't be gone…" she sobbed.
The officer handed Setsuna a card. "We'll need you to stop by to identity the body," he said.
Setsuna frowned. "Body? What about the other body?"
"We don't know where Tenno's body was dumped. We'll search for it, but if it was a gang dump, then chances are we won't be able to find it. I'm sorry." He bowed and the police left.
Setsuna turned and watched as Michiru continued crying in the chair. She pulled out her cell phone and walked into the other room as Hotaru sat with Michiru. She punched in a number and waited as the phone rang.
"Rei? Sorry to disturb you so late, but something's happened…" Setsuna said, shutting the door behind her.
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One year later…
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A black bundle washed ashore. A black crow watched as part of the tarp slid off, revealing wet blonde hair, plastered to a still face. The crow cawed and tapped the stone it was sitting on. The waves pushed the body further up on the shore and the crow tapped the stone again, this time doing it several times. It cawed once more.
The body suddenly stirred and coughed violently. It broke free of the tarp and rolled to its hands and knees, coughing up water. The crow watched as the blonde fell onto her back and stared up at the sky.
Flashes of men holding a small girl appeared before the blonde's eyes. Gunshots rang out in her head and she cried out in pain. "Mika…" the blonde whispered, tears streaming down her face. The crow cawed again and Haruka turned and looked at it. Another memory swam before her eyes…
"You can't expect me to believe that a crow carries spirits to the other side," Haruka chuckled, her arm around Michiru.
The aqua haired woman shoved Haruka playfully. "It's real," she insisted. "If something sad or tragic happens to a person, the crow can bring them back to make the wrong things right."
Haruka shook her head, giving up the argument. "Fine," she relented. "So what do these people look like when they come back?"
"No one knows for sure, but some believe they look like this," Michiru said, opening her drawing book. Haruka looked down. She frowned at the drawing. It was a drawing of her wearing black pants, boots, shirt, and a black duster. Her face was white save for black lines above and below her eyes. Her lips were covered in black lipstick. Haruka had to admit the drawing was a bit scary looking.
"When did you draw this?" Haruka asked. "More than that, why did you draw it?" she inquired of her partner.
Michiru shrugged. "I drew it a few days ago. I just…I don't know…I had a dream about you being dressed like this… I'm just…I'm afraid this might come true."
Haruka held the smaller girl close. "Nothing will ever happen to me to take me from you Michi. No matter what happens to me, I will come back and protect you and our family. I swear it." She kissed the top of Michiru's head and the two remained like that for the rest of the night…
Haruka opened her eyes, wiping the tears from her face. Her dark green eyes were cold and full of vengeance. She rose to her feet and looked at the crow as it looked back at her.
She walked up to the main road and walked into the outskirts of Tokyo. The crow followed through the air. Haruka stopped in front of a closed store and forced her way inside. She grabbed some black clothes and some make-up before leaving the store.
She walked into an abandoned apartment complex. She went up to one of the top floors and walked into a deserted apartment. She changed into the black clothes and went into the bathroom, make-up in hand. The crow flew into the room, watching Haruka from the bedroom bed.
The blonde took out the white face paint and began smearing it all over her face. Once her whole face and neck were covered, she picked up the black eyeliner and painted black lines over and under her eyes. Once that was done, she picked up the black lipstick and put it on. Smiling in grim satisfaction she walked out of the bathroom and picked up a black leather duster she had gotten at the store.
As Haruka left the building, she pulled the duster on, the wind blowing her dirty blonde hair. The crow landed on her shoulder as she walked into Tokyo, death gleaming in her eyes as thunder rumbled overhead.
So? Is it good so far? It is going to be a dark story so yeah...
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