Title: Consequences.
Genre: Song-fic/Angst/General.
Pairing: Not really got a real paring set but you could say Serena/Amy, Serena/Raye, Serena/Lita, Serena/Mina and Serena/Darien.
Distribution: Just send me a link, or even don't. You can do what ever you want but please remember the real reason behind this story as it is really important.
Dedication: Roxi's grandfather who passed away on the 26th of May, you will be sadly missed. This is something that has happened to Roxi that I fell would probably happen to the scouts if Serena really did pass away. Also to Usako4life for making me think of a new chapter for this!

Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or much for that matter. But I do own the poem but you can use it if you want just please send a link.

Notes: My friend did this after her grandfather did so I thought the scouts and Darien might have felt this way and acted this way if Serena did pass on. This may not be the best of my work but I had a fight with my friend and this fic is on the consequences of stuff that happens. Read the fic! And don't forget to review even if it's to tell me that you think the poem is crap.

It's been a couple of months since Serena Tuskino died from cancer, who wants to see how the Scouts and Darien are taking it?

I used to think of the future
I used to think of the chances I could have had
I used to think of the future
And it makes me quite mad
Mad that I didn't do a thing
Mad that they all thought that
Even though her world was full
She shouldn't have ended up a brat

In a room once filled with books and pictures of a bright young girl smiling with her mother, posters of boys/rock band and drugs are plastered all over the wall. Where a shelve once full of classic composers once sat now sits dark music such as Linkin' Park/Evanesance and others.

The room once belonged to a once bright girl, now a single mother of one and a drug user.

Her name? Amy Anderson.

I could have seen it coming
If I only looked
But I didn't and now God has taken
The only friend who could...
Could look past my past
Look past my pretty face
Look past my love for books
Look past my list of boys to chasse

In a coffee house down town, a girl with short black hair sits on a stool repeating the same poem over and over and over again. Her once full of fire dark eyes now dull and void of life. Saying the poem she walks off of the stool and walks to the bar, getting a glass of something clear and downing it in one gulp.

Who is this drunken poet? Raye Hino, former Shinto Priestess.

I sometimes think
About what could have been
If only she had talked to us
Then we wouldn't have been so mean
I could have seen it coming
If I only looked
But I didn't and now God has taken
The only friend who could...

A shrill siren sounds as dogs back and cries are heard; cries of being innocent, cries of names and threats, cries of loves past and present. In this dark and dank prison sits a girl with long matted oak brown hair, full of grease and nits and urine, never been washed since the way she was put in their. Put in their for what? Murder. 1st degree. Of whom? A young unsuspecting man who said something wrong about her and her friends. Mainly about how dumb her friend was for not getting treatment for her incurable disease.

But who did it? Lita Kino, that's who.

Could look past my looks
Look past my history
Look past my gaps in life
As if they where no mystery
Sometimes my emotions
Make me do stupid things
Like take of with the money
And the rings

Within a white padded room, sat a girl with limp dry hair. Eyes dropping onto the floor. Mouth going a mile a minute talking to someone who isn't there.

"Serena they said that you where gonna stay home but I went on nonononononono! Serena Tuskino, stay home on the last day of school? AS IF! And they thought you would but I know you wouldn't cuz you promised me. You promised ME! You said 'Mina I promise..."

The name of this deranged girl? You would never guess its Mina Aino, once known as Sailor V and bouncing girl of love, but now the only bouncing she does is off of the padded cells of the insane asylum.

If I only looked
But I didn't and now God has taken
The only friend who could...
Could look into my eyes
And see a world of gold
Never once listening
When told

In a plush house a man is screaming at a woman. She just walked in on him cheating on her. He slaps her. She runs out screaming not again.

The man beating up women? None other than Darien Shields.

Told of a world she can not change
Told of a world she can not live in
Told of a world full of despair
Hate and sin
If they noticed
Would my path be misshapen
Or would my life
Still be taken?

Extra Note: This is a fic all about consequences – that which follows upon; result – so think before you speak, look into the future and be safe; you don't want to be the reason your best friend goes nuts do you?

No one thinks
Of what could have been
No one thinks
Of what we could have seen

Sometimes I think if I walked one path
In stead of going straight
Would I have ended up
In front of these pearly gates?

I used to think of the future
I used to think of the chances I could have had
I used to think of the future
And it makes me quite mad

Mad that I didn't do a thing
Mad that they all thought that
Even though her world was full
She shouldn't have ended up a brat

I could have seen it coming
If I only looked
But I didn't and now God has taken
The only friend who could...

Could look past my past
Look past my pretty face
Look past my love for books
Look past my list of boys to chasse

I sometimes think
About what could have been
If only she had talked to us
Then we wouldn't have been so mean

I could have seen it coming
If I only looked
But I didn't and now God has taken
The only friend who could...

Could look past my looks
Look past my history
Look past my gaps in life
As if they where no mystery

Sometimes my emotions
Make me do stupid things
Like take of with the money
And the rings

If I only looked
But I didn't and now God has taken
The only friend who could...
Could look into my eyes

And see a world of gold
Never once listening
When told

Told of a world she can not change
Told of a world she can not live in
Told of a world full of despair
Hate and sin

A step can make or break a journey
A bit of salt or sugar could change a recipe
But a life can change
Me

If they noticed
Would my path be misshapen
Or would my life
Still be taken?