You don't want to read this. Pass this over. Just delete it without
bothering to read it. I'm just in a strange and terrifyingly morbid mood at
the moment.

If you do read this, don't bother replying. I won't respond, assuming I
even read any comments.







Sailor Pluto was accustomed to standing in the infinite moment, in the
second beyond the last second of all of Time. It was, after all, her
purpose, her place, her duty.

However, as she stood there now, beyond the bounds of time, she cursed her
duty, cursed her life, cursed fate.

Before her lay the dark expanse that was mankind's last second, frozen in
tableau for her to witness for all eternity. No power, no force, could have
prevented this. She looked up at the sky, choked thick with ash hotter than
lava. She gazed around at the scorched, blasted, pitted earth.

She walked for a while, stopping some distance from the fallen bodies of
the Sailor Senshi. They had tried to pool their powers to prevent the
cataclysm, but there were some things which not even Serenity could
accomplish.

Serenity. Sailor Moon. The Princess, and the future Queen...had she lived.

She gazed forlornly at the holder of the Ginzuishou, in the arms of her
prince, locked in their final embrace. Their final words to one another
whispered in her mind, in a repeat loop, like a scratched, broken record.

*Hold me, Mamo-chan.*

*I love you, Usako. Now and always.*

*I love you, Mamo-chan. ...goodbye...*

*Goodbye, my princess.*

She took one long, last look at their bodies, skin blackened and burned,
blistered and bubbled, hair charred to a crisp, clothing reduced to
smoldering ash. Their eyes, half boiled out of their sockets, locked upon
one another. Their melted lips fused together in a final kiss. Through the
blackened, cracked crystal of Mamoru's watch, she could just barely read
the time at which it had stopped...11:59:59.

A solitary tear trickled down the Guardian of Time's cheek as she turned
away, leaving the scene as quickly as dignity would allow.



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We've got stars directing our fate
And we're prayin' it's not too late
'cause we know we're fallin' from grace
Millenium...

******

When life hands you lemons, it basically sucks.

******

The Eternal Lost Lurker
I've got one hand in my pocket, and the other one's givin' you the
finger...
White Knight of the Knightly Order of Mihoshi Enthusiasts
Wanted: Anal probe. Apply in rear.
Necessity is a mother.
Spare the rod. Boil the child.
The lie is out there.
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