Alone

By supersticiousmonkey89

Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon.

A small squeal erupted from pink lips as the Sailor Senshi of Love and Justice found her face planted firmly in the dirt, yet again. Damned boots, they just weren't made for Gravity, she thought while glaring at the offending foot-ware now covered in strange colored slime. A sigh escaped her before she once more struggled to stand, the evil youma before her cackling with apparent glee, blasted monsters never giving her a moments peace. Why couldn't they just go away and leave her be?

"In the name of the moon, I will not forgive you," the soldier called out, still concentrating on simply standing after that last blast. She looked down at her bleeding arm, whose idea was it to send out two of the bloody things? Was one not enough? Perhaps her newest nemesis wasn't as stupid as the last...

"As if!" called back the large, toad-like monster, a sticky substance coating it's green skin, "you can hardly stand!"

And this one had to have brain to! It was times like these she silently wished she had friends who could help her, people she could work with to help defeat the stupid creature. But she didn't, and wouldn't.

If she had any say in the matter, no one would have to face these dangers with her. Not again...

She turned to face the youma, it's name forgotten in the heat of battle, and her only weapon, a gold banded tiara with a small red jewel in the middle, lost in the rubble, useless against the creature's thick skin. The thing stood slightly with a limp, having fallen onto the wall of the small, dingy prison with her surprise attack, it's skin reflecting back the heavy moonlight coming from the remains of a nearby window.

When the next blast came for her, she didn't even have the energy to move, instead she opted to stand and brace herself for the oncoming attack, eyes clenched tightly shut so as to not see when death caught her in it's cold grips.

She found death surprisingly warm.

Slowly opening her eyes, she glanced around her from her place, perched high on a window, strangely far away from where she once stood. And there, before her, stood two warriors, each garbed in Senshi-fuki oddly like her own, not that she had seen many. Their faces were hidden from view and all she could see was their billowing hair, one with long waving aqua and the other with short sandy blond.

"Who are you!?" screeched the toad, it's voice high-pitched in outrage as it glared at the two intruders.

It's response was silence as a great wave of water compacted into a tight ball dissolved the creature.

Sailor Moon struggled to her feet to thank her savior, her eyes wide at there sight. However they turned away from her quickly, there arms crossed as they jumped away from their perch. Neither bothered to look at her, they simply headed for the door.

"Wait!" she called to them, dropping not-so-gracefully onto her already sore butt, and moving to follow them as they glided outside. They stopped and straightened slightly at her call, turning towards her with stony faces.

"What?" snapped the blond, she couldn't see much because of her weariness, but she could at least make out the shape and the stoic eyes harder than the crumbling stone around her.

"Who are you?" she asked, falling to her knees from exhaustion.

For a moment, she feared her answer would be the same as the youma's. However, her fears were proven false as the blond answered once more with a shake of the head from her partner.

"Who we are is none of your concern. Go back to playing with your dolls girl and keep out of matters that don't concern you."

She almost cried at the response, but instead opted to allow her head to fall instead, a soft "o" escaping breathlessly. And as she looked up, to ask them one last thing, she found herself alone, and badly injured. Sighing, she gathered herself and walked off into the night, her eyes misty as she made her way home, hoping no one would notice her new collection of bruises and slowly healing cuts.

Tsukino Usagi, the ordinary counter-part of Sailor Moon, stifled a yawn as she walked to school that morning, wiping her eyes constantly with the back of her hand. She hoped no one would notice the large circles underlying her water blue eyes and the large gash with an ugly scab across her leg. She almost sighed as she thought of how she had acquired it. Red hair streaming out into blue. Obsidian eyes lost in the haze of poisoned roses. And the tears... Screaming and tears and ice. But no!

She shook herself from the daze. It didn't matter anymore. They wouldn't remember and she wouldn't awaken them. The last time they had all almost died for her, what if it happened again? What if they weren't so lucky next time? No... no she couldn't... wouldn't awaken her sleeping friends.

Lost in thought, she steeped forward even as the walking light flashed red and the street cleared. Golden locks swimming in the wind, she looked up just in time to hear the crowd roar and slur into static silence, much like white noise. Frozen, she stared at the bright pair of lights swimming towards her, the world's edges curling into itself. She didn't even prepared herself for impact, her mind strangely blank.

The car was almost upon her, and she could hear the honks, the crowds hushed gasp, the rushing feeling of death, the warm body pressed up against hers...

Wait...

She opened her eyes widely, not quite aware she'd shut them, to find herself situated under a tall, short haired blond with the most amazing green eyes she had ever seen. Swarming with such emotions she had never seen, the most prominent worry.

Usagi breathed in deeply from her position and reveled in the stranger's wonderful smell. Wondering, silently, for a moment what had happened when she noticed he was offering her a hand up, having moved already while she dreamed. She quietly scolded herself for incompetence, it was just that old habits die hard...

"Are you okay?" asked her savior, voice laced with worry while pulling her to her feet. She nodded her head yes while mentally noting the strength in the calloused hands. Quickly accepting so, the stranger gave her a small smile before releasing her hand to tuck his own away in plaided pants. The male uniform of Mugen Gakuen High School, the prestigious private school in the town. Usagi almost fainted upon it's recognition.

The man just seemed to shake his head and smile at her.

"I suppose you go to Juuban?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

She glared at his smile, thinking he was mocking her as others did, particularly Mamoru...

Black hair, blue eyes filled with tears. His sword raised in defense, driving away the foes. A red rose, died black with poison. Her eyes shut painfully and she squeezed them, trying to squash down the pain of that last thought. Of her memories. She didn't want to remember, and she shouldn't have to! He was gone anyways, always off to new places, doing new things, dating new people...

A small tear leaked from her defenses and felt those rough hands wipe away the small, wet droplet.

"Please don't cry," he said urgently bending down to look her in the face with an expression of dread as she began to shake softly. "I didn't mean it like that!"

At his words, blue eyes opened curiously to stare into green, all tears forgotten in confusion.

"Huh?"she asked, but was interrupted by the loud dong of bells. School Bells...

"Oh no!" she screeched as she stood with the speed of a demon, "I'm going to be late!" The young man almost laughed aloud at the girl's peculiarity when he realized with a start, that he was almost late as well.

"Damn," he swore under his breath and left with as much haste as possible, ignoring the laughter facing in their direction.