InuYasha Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Breathless ❯ Broken ( Chapter 38 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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Chapter Thirty Seven

`Broken'

…Mistrust…

…Apprehension…

…Confusion...

…Wonder…

He didn't know which was which anymore …let alone was he capable to use them to sort out the current chaos that was his mind.

First, the startling discovery that there was someone else capable of invoking the Meidou's power; and now this.

`Who'

None of the previous words would serve enough to describe it.

`…Who…'

No matter how hard one tried…

In his mind, there were no certainties.

There was…

Only one question…

One.

`Who is she?'

As the world around him fell down like piles of ash, then slowly rose back up and reconstructed… he stood in place, as if on looking… a passive sight to the eyes.

At his feet, by his side, the unsheathed Tenseiga lay, broken

...Just like the threads of Fate had...

In the castle in the heavens, the Lady of the West walked out to stare up at the storming skies, and smiled.

…The red gem in her hands was glowing…

“What is going on out there, Kaede-sama?! …Can the world, can the world be coming to an end?!” one of the villagers asked while embracing his children protectively as the ground shook with another earthquake, not quite sure even himself whether he preferred the Buddhist's or the Christian's idea of “doomsday”; though concepts such as the Apocalypse rather belonged in foreign religions like western Catholicism they still had managed to reach the ears of many, ever since the arrival of the first Portuguese Nanban traders and Spanish Jesuits in Japan, in the middle of the 16th Century.

At those words, Kaede had immediately shushed the man a bit tensely…remembering that those who professed the foreign faith in those turbulent times could perhaps be running the risk of getting punished with haritsuke; or in other words, crucifixion…

Even though anybody had yet to get hurt, several of the people of the village had requested special permission inside the keidaichi,the lands or precincts of the local shrine, in order to engage in a set of emergency rites and prayers to the gods, kami and ancestors to placate whoever of them had become angry enough to cause this natural disaster.

However, Kaede was distracted by something else.

Usagi.

She hadn't seen her anywhere…

“Young Ryuji… have you by any chance happened to see my pupil, Togebuki-san?”

“No, Kaede-sama” the child shook his head “I haven't seen her”

“Could she be with any of the other children?” Kaede asked again, feeling her heart grow heavy with trepidation.

“No… because we were all playing together before and she wasn't with any of us” Ryuji told her, his big eyes getting even bigger with realization “we thought she was with you, Kaede-sama, continuing with her training… wasn't she?”

The priestess' worn face darkened in dismay. “I'm afraid that she wasn't”

Seeing the look on her face, the child immediately became anxious. “I - I - I…I'll tell everyone to ask if they have seen her!” turning away, he run to inform the other children that their beloved blonde friend had gone missing.

Watching him go with a heavy heart, lifting a hand to cover her mouth gaping with dread, Kaede could do nothing but blame herself.

`I let her go by herself… I- I let her go by herself! Now she's out there, all alone… in the forest… in this hurricane…'

She wanted to kill herself.

`So be it…then' the voice conceded. `Though it can not be forever…'

As if a consequence of those words, the majority of the boundless power retracted back from its wandering above the whole planet and was reabsorbed into her body…the staff, cape and star insignia quickly disappeared, the moon crescent showing back in it's original place instead; her now silver hair returned to its former lustrous golden…her body was turned back to its previous height of a teenager and her feathery wings were the only thing that somehow stayed as her body suit was also replaced once she took the form of a lower, more average sailor soldier.

…Eternal Sailor Moon.

…Whispers…

…Sounds….

…Images…

…Memories.

There were so many of them.

Three different, separate lifetimes.

`I…'

But the memories were being selective.

`Do I know who I am?'

Usagi. Was that, or not, her name?

…Selenity.

…Serenity…

…Serena.

Serena…

`Serena? Can you hear me?'

The Cosmos Star

Cosmos

…Moon and Cosmos

Moon…

`I wanted… …to be the Moon'

So much…

Finally, the slightly taller body of the floating teenager descended down in slow motion before Shishinki's sight. Her blue eyes were once more glazed over, as if she was still in some sort of trance.

Everything was slowly getting back to normal.

Almost.

“Usagi-sama” Aku said, trying not to loose consciousness like a while ago.

“H- how?!” said a stammering Shishinki as he lowered his youkai barrier. “I didn't know the Moon Princess would have this kind of power, how is this possible?!!”

`Because she is not Tsukino Usagi, or Neo Queen Serenity, and hasn't been for a long time…'

…This was what the same non-corporeal voice from before announced cryptically for all to hear... Shishinki immediately stood on guard.

`…Even when she's taken back that body…that spirit… she is one with her reincarnation… into the next life'

“Who's there??” the masked youkai then demanded, but his question was never replied to.

“…Reincarnation…?” meanwhile, the blonde sailor soldier said, coming out of her daze.

The same statement echoed again and again in her mind.

`I am… not her…'

Before completing that thought, though, she fainted dead away.

Not far from there, the Western Lord still stared on silently, golden eyes dangerously narrowing.

…Anger…

…Vengeance…

…Boiling as he looked at the unconscious form on the ground

His memento; his inheritance.

Destroyed …due to a lowly miko's power burst going out of hand.

She'd be punished

Oh, yes

She would be...

The human would pay dearly for breaking his Father's Fang.

To Be Continued.

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