Well, given that I've almost finished Chapter 4 (and it's been a really
long time coming),
I've decided to post the first three installments to FFML. I may repost
to r.a.a.c, but
then again, who knows?
As always, C&C are welcome and appreciated.
Sailors Moon, Mercury, Mars, Jupiter, Venus, Uranus, Neptune, and Pluto,
as
well as Luna, Artemis, and Tuxedo Kamen appear because it wouldn't be an
BSSM
Fanfic without them, even though I have no legal rights to tell them
where
and when they need to hop into their fukus (or suitcoats). Any original
characters noted, I would rather not see making cameos unless someone
asks.
There's very little chance I'll say no, so just ask first. ;-)
Dialogue will be spoken by the characters in American and Japanese,
though
mostly in the latter language. To differentiate, I'm sticking with a
system
that I plan on using for all my Fanfics.
"Spoken in Japanese."
"/Spoken in American./"
This takes place after Sailor Moon S (anime), though with a minor
change.
I know Chibi Usa is around at this time, but I can't stand the
pink-haired
soccer ball, so she will be staying in Crystal Tokyo. Indefinitely.
Sailor Moon : Eclipse Saga
Chapter 1 : New Beginnings
"/Is it finally time? Are we going to see these Sailor Senshi that
we've
heard so much about for so long?/" The woman speaking was leaning her
head
against the chest of the man sitting next to her on the plane, her
shoulder
length strawberry-blond hair framing the milk-white skin of her face.
The
aqua eyes that gazed up at him contained both wonderment and affection
within, seeing past the hard features of his stern face.
The man looked down at her, raising his left hand under her chin, a
wedding band catching the sunlight filtering in through the window to
his
left. The goatee of dark brown hair, bespeckled with red highlights,
enhanced
the deep brown of his eyes, which looked upon his companion with a
gentle
ease that contradicted the hard jawline and weatherworn, tanned skin of
his
hands and face.
"/Soon, my beloved. Soon the Senshi shall know us, and all they have
known shall be forever altered./"
(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)
Usagi sat down on the temple steps, her circle of friends staring in
slight shock. In all the time they had known her, it was still a minor
miracle that the leader of the Senshi actually arrived on time for a
meeting.
"Well, since Usagi has somehow managed to get here on time, instead
of
three hours late like usual," Rei smirked at her friend, eliciting a
tongue
stuck out at the priestess, "we can start the meeting to discuss the
recent
lull in activity."
"I for one happen to be enjoying some time off. Was it just me, or
did
all that constant fighting seem to be ruining everyone's dates?
Canceling
last minute, trying to come up with excuses..." Makoto drew back
slightly
from the multiple stares of incredulousness she drew from her words.
"What?"
Minako was the first one to find her voice. "How in the world did
you
even manage to find time to set up dates? I must have tried a dozen
times..."
Minako stopped in mid-sentence as the stares shifted from Makoto to
herself,
even getting a raised eyebrow from Mako-chan in the process.
Blinking twice, then clearing her throat, Ami chimed in. "Without
any
threat at this time, we have a few options. We can either continue to
train
in our spare time, or we can take a short vacation... sort of like a
sabbatical."
Usagi perked up at the mention of a vacation, and was the first to
respond in any fashion. "Vacation! Vacation, vacation, vacation! I just
want
to be a normal teenage girl, at least for a month."
Rei was about to complain, but thought it over for a second first.
She
had to admit, their lives had been rather hectic since they took on the
duties of the Sailor Senshi. A little time off might actually ease
tension
on the team, not to mention give her a chance to work on some new songs.
"I
second the motion. One month vacation, to get our personal lives in
order."
"Sounds good! In that case, see you guys at school Monday." Makoto
didn't
bother to wait for a response, simply stood up and left the temple,
sprinting
to the front gates, and vaulting the wall with practiced ease.
"Gee, her Senshi skills don't seem to be overlapping into her normal
life." Minako's voice dripped with sarcasm, and she realized she had
probably
spent more time as Sailor Venus in the last year than as Minako. Usagi,
somehow, had allowed one of those pearls of wisdom to come forth that
she
uttered once in a great while. A month wasn't so long, and she had to
admit
that the prospect of being able to enjoy a spring day without worrying
about
her communicator chiming in to interrupt it sounded damn good. Deciding
there
was nothing else really to be said on the issue, Minako stood up,
straightened out the crease of her skirt, and walked out the gates of
the
temple, waving back to her friends as she left.
Ami started to say something, then decided against it. After all,
the
time off would give her a chance to actually attend the Astronomy class
at
Tokyo University she had signed up and paid for starting Tuesday. She
stood,
waved to Usagi, and left just a few moments after Minako.
Usagi and Rei stared at each other for a few moments, noticing that
they
were the only two left at the "meeting." Rei, dazed by what had
transpired
right before her eyes, was brought out of her trance by a rather
peculiar
query from the blonde seated nearby.
"So, wanna go get some ice cream?"
(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)
"/No danger, no Senshi. Hmmm. This could prove to be a minor
setback./"
The gentleman, dressed in a black pinstripe Armani, looked out over
Tokyo
from the balcony of his condo, just outside the second floor master
bedroom.
He stood about 1.8 meters tall, his broad shoulders looking as though
they
barely fit through the sliding doors to the bedroom. "/I had hoped to
see
them in action prior to... introducing ourselves, to assess how powerful
they
are./"
A slender arm encircled his waist from his right side, as the woman,
dressed in a strapless emerald green evening gown, glided up behind him
to
rest her head on the back of his shoulder. She was just a few
centimeters
shorter than her husband, but her lithe form contrasted his stocky build
so
as to make her look that much more demure. Her arms were athletic,
though,
lending an air of misjudgment to any who took her appearance at base
value.
"/Don't give it another thought. They'll turn up soon enough./" The
rays
of the setting sun glinted off a white gold necklace adorned with three
small
emeralds, each offset by a slightly smaller diamond on either side, as
her
husband brought her around to face him. "/But for tonight, you promised
me
dinner at an elegant restaurant, and I expect you to come through./"
He smiled gently at her, tilting his head to bring his lips to hers.
"/For you, my heart, I would bring down the Moon itself./"
(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)
Ami Mizuno had just experienced the most unusual week of her young
life.
At no time had her communicator beeped. Her powers had not been needed
to be
called upon to defeat a demon or other threat. The most action her
pocket
computer had seen was to keep her appointments organized. It was
currently
Friday, and she was on her way to the Astronomy class that was supposed
to
have been on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Due to a scheduling error, the room
was
already occupied on Thursday, so the second day was rescheduled for the
same
time Friday.
The class was full, though not overbearingly crowded. There were
still a
few chairs open, so it was possible to move a little to get a better
position
to see the boards. As Ami went to take a seat in the front row, she
noticed a
young Caucasian woman seated in the fifth row. She seemed to have a
better
vantage point from the slight elevation that row offered, so Ami decided
to
take a seat there. Having gained some control over her excessive shyness
in
her time with the Senshi, the blue-haired girl decided to strike up a
conversation in the few minutes before class began.
"/Excuse me. Is this seat taken?/"
"/Nope. Feel free to... whoa. Nice hair./" The woman had been more
than a
little taken aback by Ami's blue hair, and the amused shock in her eyes
reflected it. "Dye job?"
Ami shook her head, the short blue tresses moving slightly, as if
wanting
to prove its validity by exposing the roots. "All natural. Must seem
kinda
strange to someone from America, huh?"
"Not really. I've lived in Los Angeles and San Francisco most of my
life.
One color hair, no matter what pigmentation, isn't all that unusual to
see."
The woman offered a genuine smile, then looked as the professor began to
take
his place at the front of the auditorium. "By the way, what's your
name?"
"Mizuno Ami." She extended her hand out in greeting towards the
American
woman with the strawberry blonde hair, whom she noted spoke Japanese
quite
fluently. "And you?"
The woman gave a firm handshake, grinning at the first friend she
had
made in Tokyo since landing more than a week ago.
"Heather. Heather Darricon."
(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)
Mamoru Chiba walked into the freestyle martial arts dojo he had been
a
member of for the past six years, though his dual life as Tuxedo Kamen
had
impaired the amount of practice he was able to get in. On the other
hand, the
job of guarding Sailor Moon had given him some moves he otherwise never
would
have needed to come up with. He scanned the room's faces, noting both
familiar and new people. He strolled up to a man in a white gi
overlooking
the men and women gathered on the mats.
"Konnichi wa, Sensei. I beg forgiveness for not attending more
regularly." Mamoru gave a deep formal bow, meeting the gaze that was
directed
his way from the gentleman standing before him.
"Bwahahaha! You know, if I didn't know you better, I'd swear you
were
almost sincere, Chiba-san." The man extended his hand, and it was
quickly met
by Mamoru's. "So, where have you been? I've had a new addition or two
that
might actually be a challenge for you."
"You know me, Takana-san, always doing something." Mamoru noted
something
in the way his friend had said "addition" that concerned him. "So, who's
this
competition that's got you worried?"
The older gentleman pointed across the room to a Caucasian man with
dark
brown hair and goatee dressed in a black gi. "He's the real concern.
He's got
a speed to rival lightning, and hits with the force of a runaway bullet
train. He accidentally cracked the concrete flooring the other day when
he
practiced breaking bricks. The really unusual thing is, he won't go full
out
against a sparring partner. Barely even breaks a sweat before they give
up."
Mamoru looked the American over, noting that he had set up a dozen
bricks
to break. The concrete slabs were arranged on their side, though,
supported
by boards underneath and above, with slots carved into them to steady
the
bricks. Such a feat was incredibly difficult to perform, even for the
most
skilled masters.
Takana drew in a slow breath as he saw the man in the black gi draw
back
his arm to strike, attempting to gain awareness as to the gaijin's level
of
concentration. In the next instant, he saw a flurry of motion as the
man's
right arm flew through every brick, depositing a mound of dust on the
end of
the lower board. Each of the bricks was approximately three centimeters
smaller, the path of his hand striking clean and with little crumbling.
The
others in the class, taking note of the feat, applauded the skill which
had
just been demonstrated.
"Now, if he used that kind of skill against an opponent in here,
maybe I
could hand over the place to him and retire early." Takana clapped
Mamoru on
the shoulder, a plan in his mind. "With those fancy moves of yours,
maybe you
can offer the challenge he's looking for. Up to giving it a try?"
A little concerned, but also intrigued, Mamoru decided to give it a
whirl. "Sure. I mean, the worse that could possibly happen is that he
gets so
pissed off he kills me, right? No real risk." Looking into the concern
displayed on the face of his sensei, the bodyguard of Sailor Moon
attempted
to assuage the fear there. "If he's as good as you say he is, he may be
at a
level where he doesn't get angry easily. I'll be fine."
"Okay, let me set this up. I'm sure everyone will want to watch
this."
A few minutes later, Mamoru took to the mat in a black gi, a red
rose
embroidered onto the back where the school would normally be. It was a
declaration of independence, stating that he had been self-taught.
Several of
the others in the class could attest to his skill level, having sparred
against Mamoru on one occasion or another. A few of the older students
had
even witnessed him defeating the Sensei once or twice, though it was
usually
a long match for both.
His opponent had changed out of his gi, preferring to spar against
an
opponent in plain, pocketless black sweat shorts, showing that he
brought
nothing to the ring save his skill. His chest and arms were well
muscled, and
his legs were as thick as small pillars. A tiny Kanji symbol could be
seen on
the left hip, although no one had ever been able to figure out exactly
what
it was, despite numerous attempts to get a closer look during bouts.
"Chiba Mamoru, may I introduce Xavier Darricon. He has agreed to
spar
with you, on the condition that you allow him to fight in the outfit he
has
chosen."
"/No problem. You ready?/" Mamoru decided now would also be a good
time
to brush up on his American, since he hadn't seen much use for it since
completing high school years ago.
"Yup. Full-out or half-ass, your choice." Xavier didn't like to hurt
people, not at least without a valid reason. He had just met this man,
and
knowing neither how skilled or how fast he was, decided to offer to go
easy.
"/Full-out. Show me what you got./"
"Okay, just remember -- you asked for it."
Takana stepped up in-between the two, raising his hands to stay off
the
beginning of combat. "The bout will continue until one of you gives up.
No
cheap moves will be tolerated. This is freestyle martial arts, not
Ultimate
Combat." Taking a few steps back while keeping his right hand at waist
height
in front of himself, Takana watched the muscles tense in both opponents.
"Begin!"
Mamoru lunged forward with his right hand extended, attempting to
discern
the level of defensive skill his opponent possessed. Feinting to the
right,
Xavier brought his left palm to bear in Mamoru's exposed stomach.
Expecting a
reaction along these lines, Sailor Moon's Guardian grabbed the
outstretched
wrist with his unoccupied hand. Shifting his weight to his back foot,
Mamoru
leaned back to throw his opponent behind him, bracing his right foot in
the
washboard stomach of Xavier. Seeing that he was about to go for a ride,
Xavier locked his right leg with Mamoru's, and leaned hard to the right.
As
the combatants came down, a loud crack could be discerned, followed by
an
ear-piercing scream from Mamoru.
Takana ran to the ring, looking down at the broken femur protruding
from
the right leg of his friend while blood began to pool on the mat.
Reacting on
a mind trained to deal with emergency situations, he wheeled about and
addressed the other members of the dojo.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Someone call an ambulance!"
(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)
Usagi had been waiting at the restaurant for nearly half an hour,
which
was very strange, considering that Mamo-chan was supposed to meet her
there
for dinner twenty minutes ago. Though she felt that Senshi business
sometimes
could wait just a few moments longer some days, Usagi felt that
maximizing
her time with Mamoru was worth overcoming her normally lax attitude to
punctuality. She was considering calling his apartment when a sound
unheard
for several days emanated from the small purse she carried.
Glancing around to see if anyone was nearby, Usagi drew out her
Senshi
communicator, seeing Sailor Mars' face upon activating the device.
"Bad news, Usagi. Looks like we're not going to get that month off
you
suggested last week. Something big and nasty just decided to start
destroying
the financial district for some unknown reason." Rei was visibly
perspiring,
as though she was getting a hell of a workout. "I tried to solo it at
first,
so your date wouldn't be disturbed. The fight escalated, and the next
thing I
know, Neptune, Uranus, and Pluto are giving me an assist. As it stands
now,
you're the only Senshi not present. We could use your help on this one,
dumpling head."
Usagi sighed, consigning herself to the fact that her vacation was
over.
"Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can. Let me leave a note for Mamo-chan
for
when he arrives."
"He's not there? Damn. I was kind of hoping he could tag along, too.
Oh
well, get here ASAP. We... what th--?!"
Usagi was suddenly cut off from her friend, the communicator screen
displaying nothing but static. "Mamo-chan will be able to find me
whether I
leave him a note or not," Usagi thought to herself as she left the
restaurant. Grasping the Ginzuishou, she spoke the words that
transformed her
into Sailor Moon.
"Moon Cosmic Power, Make Up!"
(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)
"Mamoru, I'm really sorry about the leg. I guess I shifted my weight
the
wrong way after you lifted me up." Xavier was standing next to the
hospital
bed Chiba Mamoru was currently resting in. Surgical measures had been
taken
to reset the bone and close the torn muscle and skin, and he was only
recently out of the operating room.
"Not your fault." The reply was weak, more from the painkillers than
from
exhaustion. "I knew the risks, just not used to feeling them, that's
all."
"Listen, tell you what. Let me make it up to you after you get out
of
this place. Dinner, my treat? You can meet my wife." Xavier managed a
smile
at the placated young man in front of him. "But bring a date, otherwise
she
might try to fix you up with someone walking through the restaurant."
A small chuckle started to rise from Mamoru's throat, but the
shaking
began to cause him pain in his leg. "Sounds fair. I'll bring my
girlfr--" As
his connection to Usagi warned him that she was in danger, a sharp
beeping
noise went off from somewhere near Xavier. He caught the gentleman
gazing
down at a pager on his hip.
"Hmmm... speak of the devil, and she shall call. Listen, there's
something I have to go take care of. Let me leave you the number of the
place
we're staying at, and you give me a call when you're up and about." As
he
drew pen and a small slip of paper from his jacket pocket, a wry grin
spread
across his face. "Or call if you feel like getting in a couple of shots
at my
head for doing such a damned fool thing to you in the first place."
Mamoru met the grin with one of his own. "I might just do that."
The grin was quickly replaced by a grimace of pain. "Oh, no. Dinner. I
was
supposed to meet her twenty minutes ago."
"Hoo-boy. Well, when she tracks you down to kill you, at least
you'll be
able to receive immediate medical attention."
Xavier never heard the pillow strike the door to the room as it shut
behind him.
(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)
Sailor Moon arrived to see something she definitely did not approve
of.
Sailors Mercury and Venus were lying against buildings, apparently
unconscious but still alive. Further down the street, sounds of fighting
could be heard. Heading off, she came upon Pluto and Neptune attempting
to
draw the attention of a massive, grey-green, spherical form. It had two
very
long tentacles coming from opposing sides, and short legs which looked
like
tree stumps. If it had a face, Usagi was sure she didn't need to see it.
Breaking the almost hypnotic hold this abomination had on her,
Sailor
Moon was about to launch into her speech when Uranus came at the
creature
from its apparent blind side.
"World... SHAKING!!!"
The concussive blast ripped across the street, plowing into the
beast and
raising a large dust cloud. Uranus kept moving, as if she felt that her
tactic would only result in redirecting the creature's attention. Usagi
watched in horror as she learned that Haruka's assumptions were correct.
A
tentacle snaked out of the dust cloud, collapsing the store front where
Sailor Uranus had been mere moments before. A voice calling out to her
prompted the leader of the Senshi into motion as well.
"Sailor Moon! It's about time!" Sailor Mars was nursing a broken
left
arm, the discoloration denoting multiple fractures. Jupiter was behind
her,
taking a moment to catch her breath. Her uniform was shredded at her
stomach,
and a deep cut was visible through a blood-soaked tourniquet made from
the
pink bow normally adorning her chest. "We could really use some
combined
firepower here. Only problem is, Jupiter is the only one of the Inner
Senshi
still able to fight, and barely at that."
"Hey, I can... <cough> still kick that thing's ass." Jupiter was
coughing
up a little blood, the color drained from her face. Her voice was weak,
and
it seemed as though only determination not to give in was keeping her
standing. "If we can all strike at the same time, we may... <cough> be
able
to drop it enough for Sailor Moon to finish it off."
Sailors Pluto and Uranus sliced into the back of the creature with
stave
and sword, respectively, attempting to draw its attention from where it
had
Neptune cornered. The orb whirled about, throwing Michiru into a nearby
group
of hedges on the backswing of its flailing appendage. It was about to
charge
the two Senshi that had wounded it, when it turned slowly, as though it
sensed a presence and was attempting to view it with its blank face.
Sailor Moon felt a vague... something, and turned to see what it
was.
Nearly half a kilometer away, two figures stood perched upon a rooftop.
The
taller one, a man by his build, had a blue-white ball of fire encircling
his
right hand. He wore black clothing, which seemed to absorb the light
shed by
the flames. The second figure was shorter, and petite from what little
light
escaped the enveloping clothes. Although it was difficult to see, two
small,
white-gold orbs seemed to floating just above an upturned left palm. The
hand
raised up to the face, and Usagi, as well as the other Senshi, could now
see
the face of a beautiful young woman with strawberry-blonde hair. They
watched
as she drew in a breath, and as she exhaled, the two small globes flew
outward, seemingly at the speed of light.
The two small globes went directly to Mars and Jupiter, striking
broken
arm and stomach wound, respectively. The girls screamed, as a sensation
of
tens of thousands of sewing needles pricked at the injuries for a few
seconds, and just as quickly, subsided. Mars looked to her left arm,
which no
longer caused her pain of any kind. In fact, it felt as good as new.
Looking
to Makoto, she took note that not only had the bleeding stopped, but it
looked as though there had never even been a wound.
Sailor Moon had never taken her eyes off the mysterious man with the
flaming hand. She saw him pull back his arm, and bring it forward with
great
force, unleashing a jet of flame towards them. Usagi stood transfixed as
the
incendiary projectile hurtled towards where she was, dipped down to the
ground at her feet, then slammed into the center of the spherical
creature,
lifting it off the ground. It flew about five meters up and ten meters
back
before landing on a parked car, setting off the alarm.
The blaring noise snapped the leader of the Senshi back to the
matter at
hand, and drawing out the Spiral Heart Moon Rod, prepared to dispatch
the
thing. It rolled off the car, standing on its short, stubby legs.
Setsuna
raised an eyebrow to the creature, noting that it now had a large,
smoking
hole in the middle of its body. She didn't have long to stare, as Sailor
Moon
released her power, crying out as she did so.
"Moon Spiral Heart Attack!"
The creature began to dissolve, eventually forming a small puddle of
gelatinous, grey-green ooze. Sailor Mars, unwilling to take a chance,
directed a Burning Mandala at the puddle, and an acrid smell wafted
through
the air as the last of the thing bubbled into vapor.
The Senshi, gathering their unconscious comrades, looked back to
where
their unknown benefactors had stood. There was no trace of them now.
Sailor
Jupiter was the first to speak up.
"Well, it looks like we've got some new players in the game. But, if
they
were here to help, why didn't they stick around?"
"Why doesn't Tuxedo Kamen? It's because he is a Guardian, and once
the
danger is passed, he is no longer obligated to stay." Sailor Pluto
delivered
a thoughtful stare to where the two people had been. "That power... I've
seen
it before. I'd swear I have."
Usagi turned to the eldest Senshi among them, her face revealing her
puzzled state of mind over the last set of comments delivered. "What do
you
mean by 'Guardian'? That his only purpose in all of this is to watch
over
me?"
"We can ponder on it later. We need to get these three to a place
they
can heal. I doubt this was simply a one-shot deal." Rei was already
trying to
devise a strategy for the next encounter with this powerful, new type of
creature. Doubtless, the Outer Senshi would pay her no heed, but the
Inner
were most powerful when they joined forces. "There's probably more where
that
one came from."
(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)
"It would seem, beloved, that the Senshi required external aid in
order
to emerge victorious this day." Heather Darricon looked resplendent in a
green cashmere sweater and white jeans, sitting on the side of the bed
in her
apartment. "Are you sure all the reports about their strength was
correct?"
"My source said that the Senshi were more powerful than they had
been in
the past, though he couldn't gauge just how strong. Anyway, Sailor Moon
was
also late arriving on the scene." Xavier paced about the room a while,
stopping at this point to kneel in front of his wife, resting his arms
gently
upon her thighs. "Uncoordinated, the Senshi are like any other group of
soldiers, relying solely on instinct to survive. With leadership, they
work
as a team, not only as something conducive to a longer lifespan, but in
the
defense of all life.
"It is this aspect that we have to examine closer. Fighting the
creature,
they all still attempted to stop it, even as broken and bloodied as Mars
and
Jupiter were." Xavier stood, walking out to the terrace to look upon the
city. "I need to go to the hospital tomorrow, to check on that Mamoru
fellow
whose leg I accidentally broke."
"I'll come with." Heather glided towards her husband as he turned to
grasp her in his embrace. "We can always take a picnic lunch to the park
afterwards. The weatherman was calling for glorious skies for the next
few
days."
Smiling down at the woman he loved, Xavier smiled. "Sounds
wonderful.
Now, what can we do to work off this extra energy we have tonight?"
Heather gave him a wicked grin as she pulled him back into the
apartment,
dragging him towards the bed.
(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)
Artemis paced back and forth across the foot of Usagi's bed,
processing
the information relayed to him about the battle which had taken place
earlier
that night. "And you're absolutely sure the woman looked like she might
have
been in a Senshi fuku?"
"Well, I didn't get a good look, but you could check with either Rei
or
Mako-chan." Usagi blushed slightly before continuing on. "I was, um,
watching
the guy with her."
Artemis padded onto Usagi's crossed legs, sternly looking into her
face.
"You said his clothing seemed to absorb the light around him?"
"Yes. What's all this about, anyway?"
Artemis sighed, hopping off the bed and over to the window to stare
out
at the waxing crescent moon in the sky. Lowering his head, he turned to
face
Luna and Usagi. "There are secrets that were buried at the end of the
Silver
Millennium, and I promised that I would never speak of them. With the
Moon
Kingdom more of a fairy tale than fact, though, I suppose I can unburden
a
few from my mind."
Luna gave the white cat a look of confusion before speaking.
"Artemis,
what are you talking about? What secrets?"
Returning his gaze to the moon, Artemis continued. "It seems that a
couple from the Moon Kingdom also got caught in the effect Queen
Serenity
unleashed. The man is possibly the greatest warrior of the Kingdom, and
the
woman is the Last Senshi."
Usagi's eyes went wide in shock. "Another Senshi? I thought we ran
out of
planets already!"
"No, there was another, though she didn't make her first appearance
until
the final battle. But to explain everything, I need first to tell you of
the
Twilight Guardians."
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