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We knew what we had to do. Setsuna was out casualty of this war we just won. It was an overwhelming experience that was nowhere near a quaint picnic. The challenges we all faces where difficult and were thankfully about to end. An eye for an eye. Sailor Moon—Usagi shouldn't have gone and gotten involved in this chaos to save the soldier of ruin. She, from that moment on, had not right whatsoever to be the future Neo-Queen Serenity. Michiru and I were about to revoke that privilege of the title and there was no force on the earth that was going to stop us.
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After we had released the baby Hotaru back into Professor Tohmoe's care, we headed downtown to the destruction of our school where we would wait for the arrival for the Princess. Michiru proceeded to play her violin—a sad tune—in recollection of the war we just finished. I waited patiently, tossing a stone between my hands silently, waiting for the rustle of the wind that would signal me the bun-head was here. Damn her and her buns. Up until a few weeks ago, Sailor Moon and Usagi were two completely different beings. Now, they blurred together in a haphazard mess. The wind rustled. Let the Flames begin.
"Haruka! Michiru! She beckoned, rushing toward the stone we stood against amongst the ruins. Her entourage followed close suit and they all eyed me and Michiru in a suspicious manner. I slightly rolled my eyes and pretended to ignore the blonde. "Haruka! Michiru!" she persisted, her eyes orbs of confusion. "What are you doing here? Where's Hotaru?"
Her last question caused me to falter. I glanced up at Michiru's figure. She nodded me on and abruptly stopped the music. "We're here Usagi—No, Sailor Moon—because we almost lost that battle. All because of you and your precious idealism," I spat, feeling the anger bubbling inside of me. I chucked the rock at her body and it grazed her shoulder. "You should have let Hotaru die, she was not meant to live." Those words caused inner torment in my heart, because even though idealism was impractical, it still mattered to me a little. Not enough to be carried out, but still. Sailor Moon almost let perpetual torment rule the world for one person.
Usagi blinked when she heard my words, tears springing up per usual. And all hell broke loose.
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A/N: Well, I forgot that this even existed, so I feel stupid. Anyway, I guarantee that the next chapter is longer. I have half of it written ;). This was inspired by the word 'Torment.'