PG: 13

NSS: I found the stories about 'Suicide: Stories
of Lost Innocence" very deep and after much
consideration, I've written my own little version
of my favorite little senshi.

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Silence.

Stillness.

The dark.
All seemed to embrace Hotaru with a welcoming
sqeeze;
the pills, nearly half the bottle, were doing their
task quite nicely. She lay on her black bedsheet,
her
body slowly numbing, her mind drifting, drifting to
the painful memories that were driving her to a
depressing insanity....

(3 years earlier)

"Morning, minna-san!", came a cheeful voice from the
back of the classroom. All the students turned and
grudgingly stared at the frail, small girl better
known as Tomoe Hotaru. She appeared to be a
friendly,
but shy, person; however, the response she recieved
from her greeting was anything but friendly.
"What the freak do YOU want, freak?", hissed a young
girl, eyes narrowing. "Yeah", snarled a big burly
fellow, "You got some nerve showing your face after
what you did yesterday!". Hotaru, not knowing what
at all was going on, quietly replied, "What, what did
I do?"; before she could react, someone hit her
dead-on from the back; she crumpled to the floor like
a ragged doll, her body stinging with anguish.
"THAT", snapped the voice of another bigger kid,
"..is what you did to Situki yesterday! Don't act all
innocent and dumb, you...you...um, FREAK!".
She couldn't respond; she didn't remember commiting
such an act. The first hour bell rang and almost on
command, the class filed out to gym, leaving a weak,
hurting Hotaru on the classroom floor, struggling to
get up.

(6 months earlier)

A soft breeze blew through the windows and across
the face of a sleeping child; the russling stirred
her
slightly, opening her round, purple eyes. She sat up
in her bed, and looked around. Nothing out of the
ordinary. Just the night breeze, nothing more.
"Hotaru..."
A voice. From beside her. She was scared.
"Don't be...afraid..."
She pulled her blankie, the one Michiru-mama made
for
her, over her head, thinking maybe, just maybe, it
was
a monster, and maybe if she covered up, it would...
"Open your eyes, Hotaru; I AM you..."
Still unsure, she didn't move; Haruka-papa said if
you
didn't watch it, them monsters could be tricky...
"Look now. I won't hurt you."
Mustering up her little hearts courage, she slowly
brought back the covers, and came face-to-face with a
young woman, in a senshi fuku. She resembled Hotaru,
yet with an underlying tone of coldness.
"The time....has come."
The girl, glowing with an auric purple, placed her
hand on Hotaru's forehead. A strange symbol..was it
of
Saturn? Glowed on little her little forehead,
sending
a wave of heat and energy through her body.
Hotaru tried to cry out, but the overwhelming
intensity wouldn't permit her to do so. As her body
merged with the senshi...'Sailor Saturn, I'm Sailor
Saturn'...her body grew alarmingly above her four
year
old body....all the memories....painful memories...
came flooding back...the past....her final battle
with
Pharoah 90....Professor Tomoe....'Daddy?'....lost
his
life when she used...'Daddy! Where are you?'....
when she used.....she used....'Death Reborn
Revolution'.....destroying
everything....including....
'No'.....her father....'NO! I didn't kill him!'....
the forbidden attack....ending all.....

"DAAADDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!"

(9 days earlier)

"Dead.....scream", whispered the voice of Sailor
Pluto. The deep fuschia energy shot put at the youma
that was choking Chibi-Moon. Despite the Time senshi's
efforts, along with all the others, this youma
seemed to reflect off all attacks.
Sailor Moon was wailing;
her future daughter, Sailor Chibi-Moon, had been
caught and was in the process of being strangled.
"I'm here!" shouted a voice behind Jupiter; the
senshi turned and saw Sailor Saturn, the senshi of
Death."Let the Silence Glaive handle this one!" with
those words she charged forward and swung the handle
back,preparing to slash the youma to bits, her teeth
clenched in rage at the sight of her little princess
being cut-off of air. "Saturn!" cried Venus, "look
out for-" THWOCK! The blade sliced easily through the
youma's ugly neck; it never knew what hit it.
The purple clad senshi paused, expecting a cry of
rejoice; instead, all she heard was a cry...of pain;
of death. The shocked expressions of the other
senshi led her gaze to where the bloody gurgles came
from. In the process of decapitating the youma, the
length of the blade allowed enough edge to slash
Chibi-Moon's throat; not a big gash, but a cut on a
major artery. Crimson blood flowed across her pink
fuku, and on Sailor Moon's as well, who had ran and
scooped up her dying child. "Chibi-Moon!", she
wailed,
"Chibi-Moon!" The little princess, her cinnamon eyes
slowly fading, looked at Saturn, and softly
whispered, in a tone gentle as a doves coo,
"Taru-chan..." and slipped quietly into the night. The
only noise heard thereafter were the mournful cries of
the senshi, and footsteps, running back to a small
dark dwelling, followed by a painful sound that defies the
sound of agony.
"CHIBI-USA!!!"

(9 days later)

It had been easy. So easy. Too easy. Finding the
sleeping pills....taking them....feeling her body go
numb....all too easy. A thump from downstairs, the
sound of keys jingling, it had to be Setsuna-mama.
What did it matter now? She was slipping fast into
death and the darkness was wrapping around her eyes.
A soft dull light barely came into view, along with an
equally soft sound; it was a piercing scream of shock
from the emerald haired Setsuna upon seeing her little
firefly, dying from an overdose; but to the frail,
ghostly Hotaru, it was a nearly soundless moan.
"Hotaru?...."

Darkness.

"Hotaru...."

Stillness.

"HOTARU!"

Embracing...the silence.