Remember 
Part: 6
By: Loralei Fairhill
Rated: PG
Genre: definitely AR, but it is 1st season, though the ages and time line is 
screwed w/....


minna, gomen nasai 4 this being so short, but i got this gr-8 cliffhanger and 
. . . o, ya don't like cliffhangers? well, too bad! bwahahahahahahahaha! 



    Mamoru hid in the shadows of the darkened Tokyo buildings. The little 
sprite had warned him of the next trial. What terrible feat it would be, he 
could only imagine. But that was not what was bothering him the most. He had 
a burning need to see where the *real* Usagi was, to know that she was safe. 
He decided that the best way to accomplish it was to call the sprite. After 
all, hadn't he offered his help to his prince'?
    Whistling low, he called, "Friend, tis time to help your prince!"
    A star detached itself from the speckled heavens and plummeted towards 
Mamoru. It slowed its flighted suddenely, then spiraled down until it stopped 
right in front of his face at eye level.
    "Hai, my prince? A favor, a favor! A task, a task! Set before me the 
hardest! I shall complete it with ease! Only try me, I will--"
    "Are you quite finished?" Mamoru sighed, exasperated. "Hai, I do need 
help. Only, _listen_ first, then respond."
    "I listen, I listen!" It hovered closer to his mouth and waited. Mamoru 
took a deep breath.
    "Bring a message to my Usak--my princess. The golden one who was taken 
from me. Tell her to be . . . iie, she's not a child. I have no right to say 
that. Tell her I love her . . . and that I remember. I remember."
    "I go! Swift wings of light and night and the halflight guide me . . . !" 
It flew off into the inky blackness of the night.
    
    A small, bright light flickered and flew through the swirling maelstrom 
of the dangerous space between dimensions, all the while whispering the 
message to itself over and over. "Tell her I love her and that I remember . . 
. Tell her I love her and that I remember . . . Tell her I love her and that 
I remember . . . Tell her I love her and that i remember . . ."
    It reached the place in time and space it sought, created a tiny portal, 
and traveled through. The princess should be on the other side, it thought.
    
    "Stop!" Usagi cried. "I did not . . . I did not ask for this . . . what 
did I do to you?" she pled. Her face was tearstained from hours of crying, 
because, unbeknownst to Mamoru, his aisuru was being abused in the worst way. 
Her long hair had fallen out of the buns and now surrounded her in a golden 
veil. She might have been beautiful, were it not for her face, which 
reflected all the torture she had endured. Her eyes, now the most prominent 
feature in her face, were no longer their usual azure. They had darkened with 
fear and anguish and the loss of reality that occurred when Mamoru hurt her 
again.
    "Iie. Of course, you wouldn't remember." She smiled. The sight was quite 
frightening. The smile was more of a snarl than anything else. Her silver 
lips drew back, exposing two rows of pointed white teeth, ressembling a 
predator trying to jest with its prey. "But . . . a very long time ago, you 
stole my love away." Usagi gasped. 
    "How dare you make such an accusation? I've done nothing but fight for 
love and justice in my world, you demon!" 
    "Iie. You are wrong, little Sailor Moon. I know you. And I know who you 
have killed. My lover. He was mine ever before he was yours!" Her smile grew 
into a gloating smirk at the astonished look in Usagi's eyes. "Oh, yes, 
princess," she said sarcastically, "Mamoru is _mine_"  

whaddya think? comments, questions, flames. . . . email is good, ppl! also, i 
want the nomination 4 EMSIT....dyathink? huh? huh? or do i need 2 b MORE evil 
. . . . i'll work hard on it . . . really, i will . . . .