Author: Girl Who Writes
Feedback: If you feel so moved.
Character: Usagi (NQS)
Word Count: 371
Summary: It would be so easy, she knew, to hold the crystal tight and replace her worries, her sadness, with easy happiness.
Notes: This is very different to the first part, but I do love dark Crystal Tokyo fics.
Disclaimer: The characters of Sailor Moon belong to Toei, Bandai and Naoko Takeuchi. I make no profit from this fan-based venture.
She only looked once, once when it was too hard to resist. When her people would clamouring for more than she could offer, when she saw her lost, lonely little girl wandering around the palace; when that terrible day drew closer and closer.
It was so easy, to hold the crystal to her and wish for the visions. It was the only way she had ever asked the crystal for anything, wishing for something.
It had been like the crystal had been waiting for her, seeing her faltering, her weakness and offering her something in return.
And in the end, it was nice. It was nothing amazingly special nor difficult. At thirteen, she found a plump black cat being tormented on the street, and took her home, even named her Luna. She grew up with Umino and Naru, laughing and smiling throughout it all – the less-than-stellar academic record, the hours devoted to shopping, the arcade and swooning over boys.
And all her friends passed her by – Mamoru mocked her test result once, and she never saw him again. Ami, Rei, Makoto and Minako never gave her a second glance.
Then there were the little things – a tiny death notice in the newspaper for one Hotaru Tomoe. Haruka and Michiru staring out of separate photographs in the paper. No sign of Setsuna Meioh at all.
She watched herself grow up, and go to art school, fall in love and walk away heart-broken.
Meeting the man she would marry.
Moving out of her childhood home, into a tiny apartment.
Being a bridesmaid at Naru and Umino's wedding.
Having her children, all golden haired cherubs.
Chastising her daughters.
Scolding her son.
A chain of happy days and sad days, birthdays, funerals, graduations, laughter, tears – where she was never anything special, just a normal girl, a normal mother and wife.
It would be so easy, she knew, to hold the crystal tight and replace her worries, her sadness, with easy happiness. Replace one sad-eyed girl with three smiling blonde children. Replace desperate citizens and paperwork with days of playing with her babies and baking misshapen cookies. Simple joys, instead of the grief and frustration of having everybody waiting for her, begging for her...
It would be so very easy.