The following is a story I've had ideas of writing for awhile now. I'm taking it slowly, so my posts will not be close together. Maybe every week. I'm mainly posting it chapter by chapter to gauge how well people are liking it.
I have the whole story mapped out, it's just a matter of putting the map into scenes and dialogues.
I don't own Sailor Moon, nor do I make any profit from this story.
I hope you enjoy.
R&R! :)

The downtown hub of Tokyo was just beginning to settle down from its day of hustle. Despite people being there every hour of the day, after two am it was always less crowded. People were pouring out from bars and nightclubs; restaurants were locking their doors; taxis were being hailed then quickly puttering away.

The buildings of Tokyo were always seen to rival any from the modern world. Tokyo built its buildings like it pictured itself; always on the up. Giant sky scrapers packed tightly together divided streets. The glass from the office buildings took on the scene of the sky around them; now resulting in a blackish blue.

On the roof of one of these scrapers, a pigeon cooed and took flight. As the shadow of a flock of pigeons came and went over the roof, a man appeared in the newly vacant spot the pigeon had just left. Stepping onto a short ledge and looking down the twenty floors, the man smiled and pulled out a pack of matches.

After waiting for a wisp of wind to breeze by, the match caught and ignited. He covered the small flame, and brought it to the cigarette dangling on his lips. Inhaling the sweet tar, the man whipped the match out, and tossed it over the ledge.

Two puffs later, another shadow caressed the building's roof. The man, sensing the presence, gave a small laugh.

"Back so early, Demkal?"

The now corporeal presence bowed low upon greeting the man. "Yes, my master."

"One would think that being back this early would result in not fully doing one's job, but I believe you have the information?"

The youma trembled slightly. When master was upset, he would take his fury out swiftly and brutally. Three nights ago he had murdered Demkal's brother upon learning that the demon had been seen by a human child. Any straying from the path would guarantee her death. Demkal bowed even lower than she already was; she could smell the dirt littering the roof. Her long, dull, orange hair swept the debris.

"Yes again, my master."

"So, just what are our friends up to?"

Demkal breathed again after hearing his response. She was not dead yet. Her lime green eyes lit up upon knowing he would enjoy her information.

"They are all unsuspecting. I have followed each of them, and I have noted their behaviours, routines, and relationships."

"Good. Good. Anything of odd to report about them?"

The demon paused for a moment while thinking back to her spying.

"No, my lord. They act as normal human beings with their work and families. They will be easy to break."

"Ahhh yes. Family. What a precious, little thing." The man took another puff from his cigarette. "A thing that can easily be broken as I have learned from time and time again." Ha paused, staring down below while his hands seized into fists. "What about your special assignment? What about him?"

As the man said the last question, a look of repulsion overcame his face, and he chucked the half smoked cigarette over the ledge to join the previously tossed match. A quick turn let him see the object he was speaking to.

"Does he know? Does he suspect?"

Demkal shuddered. His looks could pierce one's soul without even making eye contact.

"No. No, my master. I used special care with him. Although he consults with the others quite frequently, he remains unknowing."

The man crossed his arms in angry curiosity. "What do you mean he consults with the others? Do they have some form of relationship together?"

"Yes, sir. The blonde one sees him daily; more than daily. I have more often than not spotted them living together for large periods of time. They look to… 'love' … each other."

The man scared Demkal then by releasing a loud burst of laughter into the late, night sky.

"Love? They love each other? How amusing." Demkal noted that her master's tone sounded anything but amused. He began pacing in front of the youma.

"How dare him." He fumed. "How dare he live his new life as if none of our problems had ever happened. It's his entire fault. The coward. He ruined my life years ago by just existing, and now I am forced to watch him ruin my life now? No. No, I shall not stand for this. I shall not st-"

The man stopped suddenly. A faraway look grabbed his face. Demkal used this moment to lift her head the slightest fraction of an inch upwards. She had always been fascinated by his ability to receive visions. This was the first he had had since his lady's reign had ended.

When her master's head shook slightly, Demkal quickly lowered her head back to the ground and waited for him to speak first.

It was after several minutes that a small chuckle came from the dark man. His chuckle soon strengthened and became a full out laugh. Evil laughter oozed out of his mouth like water in an overfilled sewer.

The man finished his laugh and walked back to the ledge turning his back on Demkal once again.

"It appears that we have forgotten some crucial players."

Demkal's back went rigid. Had she forgotten something? "P-Pardon, my lord?"

"I have had a vision. Since the tragic death of my queen, I have lived in the catacombs as a depressed fool, but now… Now, I can lead her army's to the victory we deserved. Demkal." The man stared her down with an evil smirk. "I have another mission for you."

"Yes, sir."

Demkal straightened as her master gave her the new mission details. Although she was fairly certain her task was next to impossible, she would attempt it. After her master finished her details, she vanished.

The man clasped his hands together. 'Now, now, now, I am left to finish what should have been done years ago. This night, I shall bear witness to the beginning of the end for this world, and the uprising of the Negaverse.' He smiled as he looked up at the full moon hovering in the sky high above him. The moon's light washed over his face, but no feelings of peace overtook him; instead, it was a feeling of excitement

'I will end them.'

The large, sudden explosion shook the buildings lining the once quiet street. Sirens could be heard coming from the distance, but, with the amount of destruction in the city's wake, the ambulances would not be arriving to this particular street. There were too many victims to look after.

Frantic citizens could be seen running from their houses with their loved ones and a few minor possessions. Cars were packed tight with people and were racing out of the small city of Juuban. Some brave souls were trying to put out the fires and protect their homes. Maybe it was the fact that they had lived in this city for all of the other odd disasters, but some citizens were determined to stay put.

A man shouted to his wife frantically for her to retrieve another bucket of water. The woman looked worriedly towards the spreading fire and dashed in. The man threw his bucket down and raced towards the mini-van that two small children were in. Hushing them while speaking soft words, he hugged them, and tuned back around when he heard his wife.

"Julie, I'll take it from here. Watch the kids." The man shouted while running to the fire. He threw the water as high as he could, but it did nothing to ease the flames. He cursed loudly and made to go back inside. A shout from someone stopped his actions.

"You have to leave."

The man looked towards the voice, and he noticed the outline of someone at the end of his driveway. Since the power died in the area an hour ago, he couldn't make out a face.

"Who are you?"

The figure didn't move. "It doesn't matter. You just need to leave before worse things happen."

The man fumed. "That's what I'm trying to prevent. My putting out this fire will let my family keep their home. I'm not going anywhere. You leave." The man shouted as he grabbed his bucket and began to run back in.

Before he could make it to the door, he was pulled back by an overly powerful arm that tossed him onto his front lawn.

"What the hell? Who do you think you are man?"

"I'm the someone that's going to make sure you have a city, much less a house, to get back to, but I can't do that if you're doing stupid things. Your family is sitting in that van crying and being scared. Stop worrying about bed sheets and glass bowls and be their protector. I told you to 'leave', so it's up to you how you want to do that. You can drive away with your family, or I can personally kick you out… literally."

The man pushed his small glasses back up on his nose. "Who are you?"

The figure stood straight. The flames from the growing house fire reflected onto the figure creating a brief silhouette. The man made out the wisps of two, long pig-tails before the figure jumped up and into the darkness.

On the roof of the adjoining house, the figure watched the family bundle into the mini-van and peel down the road. 'You'll be able to come back soon.' She thought.

Another explosion sounded, and the figure turned to the now ablaze gas station with a large frown. 'I hope.'

The sound of running footsteps echoed between the buildings. Small gasps could be heard in between the steps. The sight of the battle scene caused her to slow. A pounding heart and sweat-soaked forehead forced her to gasp as she made it to a stop beside her comrades.

As the newly reunited group stood together shouting obscenities and ideas, a new blaze of fire shot out from the mouth of the youma and into the evening sky. The interruption and the new source of light lit up the silhouettes of five, shocked women.

"Mercury, just when were you going to tell us that it could do that?" A red-suited senshi shouted to her blue-haired teammate.

"I honestly had no idea, Mars. The initial scan didn't show off the proper chemicals in its body needed to accomplish such an explosion. I hadn't taken into account the particles in the air. All those stores it's destroyed have changed the atmosphere surrounding it. With the right mixture, it's now a walking flame-thrower!" Mercury argued back.

The figures glanced to the youma that was bent on taking down an abandoned apartment.

"What do we do?" yelled a brown haired soldier clad in green and pink.

"Flame-thrower huh?" Mars questioned as she smirked at the demon, "Well then I'll fight fire with fire."

"Mars stop-" cried the blonde-pigtail warrior standing to the side, but she was cut off as Mars leapt from the building and into the youma's vision.

"Want to play on my turf, tough guy?" shouted the feisty, black-haired Mars warrior, "than let's see what you've got! I'll pump you so full of fire, you'll be begging for water. Mars Burning Mandala!"

Swirling balls of fire swarmed together, increasing in size, as Mars outstretched her hands and threw it towards the offensive youma. The youma faced the fire, and, with a large stretch of its mouth, blew back fire of its own. The two stood locked in the duel.

On the nearby building, the four remaining girls watched as both youma and scout battled.

"We have to do something. Mars was first on the scene, so she's got to be tiring by now." Venus told as she surveyed the scene looking for any tactical advantage. The small street outlined by buildings shoved together basically meant they were just bowling pins in an alley waiting to be struck down.

"I think we need to move this fight: to the park, the outskirts, anything not as crowded as this. If we let the youma pick the place, we're toast." Venus looked to the others for their comments.

Jupiter nodded, "I agree. We'll have to draw it elsewhere, but where?"

Venus threw her arms out, "Anywhere. This whole city is abandoned."

The women stared at the emptied city, looking for a new battle site. No one noticed Mercury shoot up from her computer.

"Water."

Jupiter and Venus turned back and stared at Mercury. Sailor Moon continued watching Mars battle, but she mumbled her response back to Mercury.

"Really Mercury, now is not the time to demand a drink. Rei is in tr-" Usagi got cut off as Mercury walked over to Usagi and shoved the computer in her face.

"Uhhh, I don't speak Mercurian."

Mercury looked quizzically back at the computer, "This is in another language?"

"Yeah. Why do you think none of us read that thing?" Jupiter piped in.

"Oh. I had just never noticed. It just felt like I was reading it norm- ... That's not the point. I meant we need to lead it to water. This youma has already shown us that it thrives on fire. Mars idea of fighting fire with fire is not going to work. We need to get it in water; perhaps the lake. It should disorientate it enough to destroy it."

"Great thinking Mercury!" Jupiter said as she clapped Mercury on the back.

Venus stepped back to the edge of the building and watched the battle. "Yes, but let's praise the one with a brain later. Mars is still down there."

"How are we going to get the youma out of here?" Sailor Moon questioned.

"Ever hear of Marco Polo?"

"Oh, I love that ga-"

"Not the GAME, Sailor Moon. Mercury means the actual person." Jupiter quipped to Sailor Moon before looking back to Mercury to verify her answer. "Right, Mercury?"

"Actually, Jupiter, I did mean the game and, Sailor Moon" Mercury turned to face her, "since you love that game, you're going to lead us into it."