Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Eunomia ❯ New Death, New Life ( Chapter 1 )

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Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Eunomia Episode 001

This fic has been rated PG for slight language, extreme sarcasm,
and extreme cynicism, both of which I do consider ratable.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon and her pals. I do however own
my version of Sailor Eunomia, Kathrine Callahan, my version of Sailor
Gemini, Nagiko Morimoto, and any other original characters that

Disclaimers are all very well. But do you really want to be revealing
this much before the reader's even got to the start of the story? :)

may pop up. Using them without my permission is probably not a very
good idea. Now, if a crossover's what you want, contact me and we
can probably work something out.

Thanks to: Corvus for help with names and powers, though I shall not
change my gratuitous, fanboy Japanese.

Obaa-san = Grandmother
-chan = Term of endearment, this case from on older family member to
a younger family member, though it can also be used for friendships
and relationships depending on the context.

Other definitions where needed will be provided in the text.




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Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Eunomia
Episode 001
By Kevin Callahan
E-mail: Kionon@Hotmail.com
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August 3 1996 8:54 AM CST

"I'm sorry... sorry..." read the note attached to the
refrigerator. "I never want to hurt you, and this is the only way I
could guarantee that I'd never hurt you again." Seiyu Yoshiyuki
Callahan stared at the paper before crumbling into a pile, the gun
shot ringing in her ears over and over and over... She turned as
she heard a voice from her right.

"Mom?"


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OP - Otome no Policy
Credits
BSSE - Ep. 001
"New Death, New Life"
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August 3 1996 12:23 PM CST

Kathrine looked down at her feet as two policemen filed past
her, heading for her parents' bedroom. Her father's suicide had been
a total surprise for all involved. He had had little reason to kill
himself. Despite the note, he wasn't abusive, was secure in his
job, had a good relationship with Kathrine's mother, and loved his
children dearly. Tears began to well up in Kathrine's lightly
Asiatic eyes.

What right did he have to go and kill himself? Did she give
him permission to go and die on her? Well, *did* *she*? How could he
do this to her? She wouldn't forgive him. She couldn't be asked to.
He had no right, "NO RIGHT, DAMMIT!"

"KATH-CHAN!" She recognized her grandmother's voice behind
her. "It's not proper for a young lady to use such foul language."
Her voice was heavily accented but understandable. Kathrine
turned her already bloodshot brown eyes to her grandmother, who
continued, "Especially not in such a time as this. Your father
had his reasons. We may not agree with them, but there's no
reason to dishonor him in such a way. Depending on those reasons,
he may have done enough of that already both to himself and his
family."

"Grandma, where's my mother?" she asked with her face back
to be being buried in her knees. "I haven't seen her since she
managed to call the policemen."

"She's with some people who are trying to help her. She's
taken this very hard, Kath-chan. Lately we've been discussing the
possibility of you coming with me and your grandfather back to
Tokyo..." She folded her arms into her kimono, quite out of the
ordinary in Dallas suburbia.

Kathrine stared up at her grandmother and her mouth
quivered as she spoke, "Tokyo? TOKYO? How could you even think
that? My friends are here, my school is here, my LIFE is here.
I HATE you for even thinking about it! I hate you! I HATE YOU!"
Kathrine sprang up and ran from the kitchen and into the hallway,
ducking under policemen's legs as tears streamed down her face.
She ran into her room, slammed the door and collapsed onto her
bed, sobbing.



August 12 1996 10:33 AM CST

"~All passengers for flight 187 to Tokyo from Dallas please
start to board, I repeat all passengers for flight 187...~"
and so the loudspeaker above Kathrine droned on. She turned
around and the suitcase weighed heavily on her unmuscled young
arm. Staring at her grandparents, she followed them as they
called her name. Her mind wandered back to the funeral...



August 7 1996 8:54 AM CST

The man at the podium pulled nervously at his collar and
straightened the microphone in front of him. "Ahem," he cleared
his throat, "We are all gathered today to not only to mourn the loss
of Patrick Callahan, but also to celebrate his life." There were
little assents from many in the room.

Seiyu, as Kathrine observed, was being physically
restrained by a few male members of her mother's family. She
seemed on the edge of total structural collapse. Kathrine picked

Structural? This makes her sound like a building. Just leave
the word out, or make it "emotional".

up bits and pieces of the conversation between the men. She was
frightened by words like "Breakdown," "Crazy," and "Mental
Invalid." Had her mother totally lost it?

Kathrine tried to seem aloof, almost unaware of her mother's
insanity and her father's death, but she failed miserably in making
herself forget. Kathrine was far too intelligent to not understand
the goings on. No doubt she'd be on a plane to a relative's in a
week or less.

"I wish all this was over with."

"What did you say?" asked her grandmother who was sitting a few
inches to her right.

Frowning, Kathrine replied, "Nothing, Grandma nothing....
Grandma?"

"Yes, dear?"

"I'm going to end up in Tokyo anyway, aren't I?"

"We'll see, darling, we'll see."

Kathrine gazed over at Kevin who seemed in serious need
of some coffee. He was slumped back in the pew dazing off into
some section of the altar that Kathrine couldn't see from her
angle. Not that she cared about such things, she gave up on God
a long time ago. Everytime she went to church it was like
perpetuating a lie that she couldn't seem to find a way out of.
Luckily, the grandparents she mostly expected to be with after
this mess was done with hadn't proclaimed any christian beliefs.
She wouldn't have to go to church anymore. As they say, always
look on the bright side of life.

She shifted in her seat as the pulpit changed speakers.
This one was her father's brother. She inaudibly sighed as he
droned on and defiantly wished to be anywhere, even Tokyo, but
here. Actually she could go for the lobby if only she didn't
have to listen to these people go on and on about her father.
Didn't they know she knew all this and still more they didn't?
She audibly huffed as the pulpit changed speakers again.
Would it ever stop?



August 13 1996 8:00 AM NST

"~All passengers please return to your seats and buckle
your seatbelts, all passengers please return to your seats and
buckle your seatbelts for our final descent.*click*~" repeated
the flight attendant.

Kathrine, coming back from the bathroom, found her seat
and complied with the broadcasted directions. She also placed
her seat in the upright position and her tray table up as those
commands were issued.

She peered out of the window and gasped. The islands were
more beautiful than her sour mood would have let her believe.
Maybe Japan wouldn't be such a bad place to live in after all. It
looked very pretty. The plane sailed closer and closer until she
could make out individual cars driving around the parts of Tokyo
and its suburbs that the plane went over.

"Yeah," she said to herself, "This'll be just fine..."



August 15 1996 8:28 PM NST

Kathrine walked into the dusty lower level apartment. The
place was exactly how she imagined from her studies of Japan.
The floor was made of tightly woven straw mats and the walls
and doors were made of wooden frames covered in some kind of
paper.

"In Japan we make paper out of rice," said her grandmother
as if she could read Kathrine's thoughts.

"How... How..." stuttered Kathrine.

"You've always been an inquiring one, Kath-chan, I could
tell by the way you looked at it you knew it wasn't anything
you'd seen before. I just answered the question you would've
soon asked." Kathrine furrowed her brow. Her grandmother had a
point.

"So... When do I start school, Obaa-san?" Kathrine asked
as she looked for her room and recognized the Kanji on the door
as her Grandparent's last name, Yoshiyuki, combined with those
for her mother's name.

Her grandmother came up behind her and began inspecting
the door. ""We'll have to change that sign, this is your room
now. As for you going to school, you'll start Monday, Japan is
on a full year schedule."

Kathrine's face twisted in disgust. "No summer vacation? Who
created this system? Do you have congressmen here? I think I'd like
to write one a letter!" pouted Kathrine.

"Well, we don't have congressmen, exactly," her grandmother
replied as she opened the door to the bedroom and Kathrine followed
her in, "but we do have statesmen that serve the same function,
though I hardly think they'd listen to you. No offense, Kath-chan."

Kathrine flopped into the bed as she made a defiant "hmph."
Her grandmother dusted a few things off, helped Kathrine unpack
her clothing and other items. She had an entire suitcase of books.
Novels, textbooks, scientific journals, and various other things
were present. Kathrine dusted off one of the shelves with her hands,
got a kind reprimand, and started placing her books on it.

"Yes, let's see... Austin, Jane... then... Dickens,
Charles.." she called out the authors as she placed the books in
alphabetical order by author. As she placed a translated version of
one of Natsume Soseki's novels on the shelf she realized a very
scary thing and turned to her grandmother who was changing the
simple bed's sheets. "Uhm, Obaa-san, slight problem... I can't
read much Japanese... are they going to put me in a stupid class?"
Always being the smartest in this or that, Kathrine had always
feared those "special" classes. She was a bit too conceited and
feared the remarks about "retards" she had herself uttered more
than she would've liked to admit.

Her grandmother laughed gently, "Of course not, you'll
be treated as an exchange student, for you virtually are, depending
on how quickly your mother recovers." She fluffed the pillow. "It's
getting late, and tomorrow is school." She left Kathrine to wash
her face and brush her teeth in the floor level faucet/basin. One
could get a really bad backache from using one of those things too
long. Kathrine walked back into the room, curled up in the old bed
as it creaked and fell quickly asleep.



Unknown Date/Unknown Time

<<Thou art called upon.>>

<<Why?>>

<<Thou art needed.>>

<<Why?>>

<<Quiet, Child, do as thou art bidden.>>

<<I shall not go. We need not protect Serenity, we have all
we could ever need here. I shall not go.>>

<<Thou shalt go.>>

<<I am princess.>>

<<She is greater.>>

<<No one is greater than me.>>

<<Thou shalt go. I command thee, or dost thou wish to disobey
thy Mother?>>

<<I shall go.>>



August 16 1996 2:38 AM NST

On an unassuming table, the binder sat. It would be perfect.
Kaolinite had traced the strange readings to this apartment. It was
that room. That room in which the girl slept. The binder was hers.
The binder was perfect. It had been activated with the symbol. Yes,
the symbol. It would do the work. Oh yes, it would work. It would
capture the heart, yes the heart. Oh it would capture it from that
girl later that day. It was perfect. Perfect that binder was. Tomoe
would be pleased. Yes, Tomoe, Tomoe would be so pleased... pleased.
Kaolinite smiled. Oh yes, it was perfect. Perfect, was the binder.
Perfect, perfect, perfect...



August 16 1996 6:00 AM NST

"...go," murmured Kathrine as her grandmother came into the
bedroom to wake her up. Her shuffling woke the sleeping girl long
before she reached the bed. "Ah, good morning, obaa-san," she said
as she lazily opened her eyes.

"Try, Ohayo Gozaimasu, when you get to school, Kath-chan.
That's 'good morning' in our language," replied her grandmother as
she supplied a breakfast of miso soup, which includes potatoes and
bean curd, and tea from seemingly nowhere.

"Hai, yes, hai, yes, I know. I'm not totally incompetent when
it comes to Japanese, though I may not be extremely well versed,"
said Kathrine as she threw back the covers and frowned at what adorned
her door's handle. "OBAA-SAN, what is THAT?" she pointed at the most
disgusting semblance of a sailor uniform she had ever seen. "Do NOT
tell me I have to wear THAT!"

The old woman chuckled before replying, "Well, what I tell you
will have no bearing on reality, so you might as well just put it on,"
and going back to the small apartment kitchen.

"Bloody Japanese public schools... They'd never get away with
this sort of crime against common fashion sense in America," grumbled
Kathrine between sips of tea, bites of miso, and tugs on various parts
of the wretched uniform. "Oh, where's my back-pack, Obaa-san?"

"Right next to your white socks, on the desk in the corner!"
shouted her grandmother from the kitchen. Kathrine quickly found the
items, tugged on the socks, slapped on a pair of shoes, and swung the
back-pack over one shoulder in usual style. She passed her grandmother
on the way out. "Now remember, Kath-chan, the directions to your school
are in English and they're in your skirt's right pocket! And the binder!
Remember to pick up the binder I bought you!"

"I won't forget," replied Kathrine as she grabbed up the binder,
scooted out the door, and ran around the apartment building's corner so
fast she almost ran into a blue haired girl. She stopped backed up and
bowed. "Giman Nasigh," she apologized.

The girl smiled and replied, "The words you're looking for are
Gomen Nasai, if you mean 'I'm sorry.' I'm Ami Mizuno, and you are?"

"Uhm.. uhmm you speak.. uh.. Kathrine, Kathrine Callahan," she
puffed to catch her breath and continued, "You speak English?"

"Yes, I speak English, French, and a bit of Cantonese. I assume
you're on your way to what translates as 10th Street Junior High. Are
you an exchange student?" asked Ami.

Kathrine frowned and replied, "Well, sort of, I live here now,
with my grandparents, the Yoshiyukis. I don't look very Japanese except
for the eyes. My father was full Irish and most of my looks come from
him, but I am half Japanese." As the two walked towards their mutual
destination, they discussed their respective countries, and things
along those lines before meeting up with a blonde with a very odd
hairstyle.

"Ohayo, Ami-chan," said the blonde, "who is this with you?"
she asked in Japanese as the turned inside the courtyard of the junior
high. Kathrine only actually understood "Who person you" and filled in
the rest, since this girl seemed unable to speak English.

Ami smiled and replied, "Usagi-chan, this.. Kathrine Callahan.
...America... living... grandparents here... Tokyo... here awhile and I
wanted her to have... friend... in the seventh grade... her Japanese
... much to be desired.... Minako... speak English, I was thinking she could
hang out with us."

Usagi smiled and said something in Japanese which Ami later
translated to be something along the lines of "Welcome to the group."
Unfortunately, the differing grades of Kathrine and Ami and her
friends caused a split when the bell rang. Kathrine had to locate
the office for help, preferably in English.

She came into an office with a bored looking woman sitting in
a desk. "Oname desu ka?" she asked.

"Uhm, watashi... hanasuma... no, uhm... I don't speak Japanese
extremely well," admitted Kathrine as her cheeks reddened.

"Well," said a voice from behind her in slightly accented
English, "I didn't think you looked Japanese." Kathrine turned to face
the rather large woman. "You must be Kathrine," she continued and as
Kathrine nodded she said "I'm Himeko Katsura, and I'm the foreign
exchange student councilor. While not technically an exchange student,
you're still in the same boat, aren't you?"

"Yes," Kathrine answered, "I suppose I am." She found Himeko's
use of familiar idioms very reassuring and supposed that Himeko must
be very good at her job. Himeko, for she had explained she was a friend
and a translator, not a teacher or office jockey, and required no title.
She helped Kathrine memorize certain building Kanji she'd need for her
schedule and how much Japanese would be needed for such and such class.
The first day was merely getting acquainted with dress code, code of
conduct, meeting teachers on their lunch, and generally getting a very
good view of what was to come.

"Now, Kathrine," said Himeko as she playfully pointed a finger,
"Remember, if you ever get frustrated, or need help understanding part
of the language you don't understand, you are always allowed to request
a trip to my office, no matter what the circumstances. You're fairly
bright, and I think you'll pick up a lot, but we don't need you getting
stressed out over the little things. Now, go on, get out of here, the
bell rang and I heard Ms. Mizuno, one of our brightest pupils, has taken
a like to you and is outside waiting for you now."

Ami Mizuno was indeed waiting outside as Kathrine Callahan
exited the building. Standing with her was the blon.... Usagi, yes,
that was the name. a raven haired girl, a brunette with the same shade
as her own, and another blonde with a more normal hair style. "Oi,
Kathrine!" called Ami as she approached, "I need to introduce you to the
others. This," she pointed to the raven haired girl, "is Rei Hino..."
and so it went and Kathrine learned the brunette was Makoto Kino, and
the blonde was Minako Aino.

The group walked along the sidewalks they talked about a wide
variety of things, shrine care, since Rei worked at one, cooking, which
Makoto was simply the best at, and about ditzes, Minako and Usagi fit that
bill. Due to Kathrine's inadequate training in Japanese, Minako and Ami
took turns translating for her. Another topic that came up frequently,
though Ami and Kathrine were rarely involved, was that of boys, and who
liked who, and what generally passed as the local gossip. Minako seemed
adept at recovering things one really didn't want unhidden, being able to
pry things from a person before they realized they were helping to
embarrass themselves.

On the way a member of this happy group would, ever so often,
drop off, needing to go in another direction, or just stop entirely.
When the group reached the corner where the almost collision between
Ami and Kathrine had occurred that morning, only Ami, Usagi, and Kathrine
were left. "Well," yelled Kathrine as she dashed off around the corner,
"See you tomorrow!"

A black cat jumped down from its hiding place among the rafters
and took its place beside the blonde. It turned its head upward, opened
its mouth and declared, "Both of you, I fear that she is not just an
exchange student..."

"Evil then?" Ami inquired, frowning at the thought that the nice
girl could be evil.

The cat shook her head, "No... Quickly, inside the alley, we can't
be seen talking out in the middle of the street. I think she is the
guardian of the solar ore mines.... Or she was." The two girls
and the cat slipped into the alley that led to the Yoshiyukis' apartment.

The blonde scrunched her face into a display of confusion. "So,
she's a soldier? Another Sailor Soldier?"

"Yes, though I don't think it would be wise to wake her...
Sailor Eunomia was notorious for caring for nothing but herself and her
Asteroid Belt Kingdom. Her mother, the aging Queen of the Asteroid Belt
Kingdom, had to order Sailor Eunomia to come to defend you. By the
time she got to the Moon, it was too late. Her procrastination may have
hastened your kingdom's demise," explained the cat. "Are we in that much
danger that we should resurrect Eunomia?"

"Are you going to call a meeting?" asked Usagi.

Ami raised an eyebrow and replied, "No time. I don't think we have
much of a choice. Reason one: We don't have our memories, so what would make
her be that same selfish woman she was? Reason two: I don't think that
portal is supposed to be there!" Usagi and Luna turned to face the big black
hole hovering above the apartment building.

"Transform," shouted Luna, "Now!"

"MOON COSMIC POWER, MAKE-UP!"

"MERCURY STAR POWER, MAKE-UP!"


August 16 1996 5:45 PM NST

Kathrine was shaking violently as she gripped onto the glowing
binder. She was suddenly thrown across the room as the binder grew and
formed into something humanoid. It laughed when a thumping of boots was
heard on the floor behind it.

"STOP RIGHT THERE!"

"We are the Sailor Suited Champions of Justice!"

"And you my evil friend," posed Moon, "are toast!"

The creature gave the two soldiers a once-over before tossing
razor sharp pencils at them. They rolled and ducked, but the creature
was leading them into a corner. It began raising its pencil launchers
at the two soldiers, intent on firing, when Luna ran into the room griping
about having to reactivate Sailor Eunomia. "Kathrine! Use this!" she
tossed the halfway delirious Kathrine a pen. "Shout, Eunomia Power,
Make-Up!""

"Ah, uh," wobbled Kathrine as she stumbled to stay up.
"EUNOMIA ah... POWER, MAKE-UP!!" Kathrine was surrounded by a golden light.
Light everywhere. All around her. In Her. Everywhere that has ever been
or ever will be was surrounded in this light. She felt her clothes being
stripped away. She shivered at the idea, though she was quite warm.
Her clothes began being replaced bit by bit. Finally, she was in a Sailor
outfit, much like the disgusting one she wore to school. It had a yellow
sailor collar, orange bow with a sea green colored brooch, yellow skirt,
white gloves with a three layered yellow rim at the socket, and two knee
high yellow boots with triangular white rims.

"Use your Sonic Meteor attack," cried the cat. "Turn towards
your target and yell, 'Eunomia Sonic Meteor!'"

Wobbling still more, she cried out, "EUNOMIA SONIC METEOR!"
She swirled around; a mob of earth began collecting in her finger tips.
After two seconds of swirling she rose it above her head and hurled
it across the room. It hit the creature and broke into several parts,
each creating miniature craters on the creature's plastic skin. It
hollered in pain.

"Now," Luna shouted, "Sailor Moon!"

"MOON SPIRAL HEART ATTACK!" cried Moon and it whipped out,
dusting the creature in seconds.

Mercury got up from her seated position and joined Moon and
Eunomia. "Ok," asked Eunomia, "What the hell is going on here-"

"Quickly," Luna interrupted, "Kathrine's grandmother is coming!"
They detransformed and started picking up the mess.

"Oh hello," said the old woman, "You really should have told
me you had brought friends, Kath-chan. The neighbors are complaining
about the noise. If you girls will keep it down, I'll go make some
tea." She left for the kitchen.

Luna hopped up on the small table in the bedroom, "Ok, this is a
long story..."

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