Subject: [FFML] [Fanfic] [Sailormoon] Forgotten Future, Forbidden Past
From: ILadyIce@aol.com
Date: 11/23/1999, 11:39 PM
To: ffml@fanfic.com

        I've decided to go ahead and send the first two parts now. (I'm 
having a mental block -- don't know how/what I should revise ^_^;)  
Subsequent chapters can be found at http://members.tripod.com/~tina97, and 5+ 
can be obtained through me.

        (BTW, Erin -- I'll send you a zip of all the updated chapters by the 
end of the week)

        Any comments, revision ideas, let me know. ^_^ Thanks for reading!


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Forgotten Future, Forbidden Past
Prologue
[insert standard Sailormoon disclaimers here]
C&C, MSTs, etc. would be greatly appreciated! :) 
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Tokyo, Japan-- 4 years after the defeat of Galaxia 

    "Another youma?! What do we have to do to get rid of these things?" 

    "Don't worry, Jupiter, it's as good as moondust!" 

    The triumphant voice of Sailormoon rang out among the cold, still night, 
as she performed her attack. The dark-haired woman watching from the shadows 
shuddered, almost absentmindedly, as if that confidence stirred up some old, 
forgotten memory. 

    "Good going, Sailormoon," a sarcastic voice attached to a woman dressed 
in a red sailor fuku shouted. "You missed." 

    The blonde in question looked cross, and muttered something under her 
breath, but dodged the youma's attack deftly. "I'd like to see you do better, 
Mars!" 

    As the Senshi battled the youma, unperturbed, far off to their left in a 
dark, abandoned alley, a light flared. Once. Twice. Only the dark-haired 
woman noticed, and she gave a small, almost terrified, cry of dismay. 
Already... it was beginning. 

    Back out in the open, Sailorjupiter felt herself getting unusually 
winded, and she stopped a moment to catch her breath. 'What's the matter with 
me?' she thought, biting her lip, as she watched Sailormars and Moon 
attacking the demon. Then suddenly, something strange happened. 

    The youma grew, not in size, but in strength. Although Jupiter couldn't 
see it, she could feel it, the demon's rising battle aura darkening the whole 
street. 'I'm... imagining things...' 

    "Sailormoon! Need a hand?" 

    The three Senshi turned simultaneously at the sound of the voice, Moon 
grinning when she saw the masked face of her love. "Mam-- Er, I mean, Tuxedo 
Kamen-sama! You came!" 

    The man in the tuxedo pulled out a long red rose, aiming carefully at the 
youma. "My pleasure, Sail--" His words were cut off abruptly as the youma, 
who oddly had seemed to fixate its gaze on the young man, shot out a long, 
oozing tendril. The strike was so fast, and so furious that all Jupiter could 
do was gasp in shock. 

    The attack hit him dead-on, impaling him through the chest. The youma 
gave a decidedly satisfied shriek, which sounded vaguely to the dazed Jupiter 
like that of a woman's laughter, and vanished in a streak of tainted-white 
light. 

    Sailormoon screamed. 


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    "We gather here to pay tribute to the man known as Mamoru Chiba, taken 
from us in the prime of his life..." 

    It was a private ceremony, held in front of the Hikawa Shrine. Nine 
women, one man, and two cats huddled under umbrellas, many weeping bitter 
tears, although none as grief-stricken as the lithe blonde woman crouched 
next to the black coffin, sobbing desperately. 

    "Mamo-chan..." 

    "Usagi..." the lone man in the group stepped forward, thinking he had to 
do at least something to comfort her in her suffering, but the other women 
held him back. 

    "No, Motoki," the woman named Makoto said in a voice laden with 
emotion,"let her grieve now. After this is over.. we must all try to give her 
comfort." 

    As the others murmured amongst themselves, four of the women broke off 
from the group unnoticed. 

    "What will happen now, Setsuna?" the aqua-haired woman asked softly, 
casting a saddened look at Usagi. 

    Setsuna closed her eyes, her face pale and worried. "I..don't know, 
Michiru. There has been a great disturbance in time. I can feel its ripples 
even now." 

    "Well, of course there has!" the sandy-brown haired woman spat out 
bitterly. "Don't you think we already know that? Without Endymion..." 

    "There can be no Crystal Tokyo," the youngest of the group, a woman with 
luminous violet eyes, finished calmly. "We know this as well, Haruka-san. 
That is why we must come up with a solution.." 

    "How can you be so calm?" Haruka glared at her, but all she got in return 
was a blank stare. 

    "We're all in shock, Haruka," Michiru said gently. "There is no need to 
take it out on Hotaru." 

    Setsuna turned away from them. "A dark force has entered this world, my 
Senshi, a force which could very well tear the fabric of our reality apart. 
Bickering amongst ourselves will only further the inevitable... we must 
hinder this, not help it." Her tone became suddenly sharp. "Look after 
Serenity. She'll be the first to fall." 

    Setsuna gave them a quick nod as a farewell, and walked towards the road, 
leaving an uneasy group of women to stand alone in the rain, and ponder her 
words. 


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    Usagi Tsukino lay quietly on her bed, eyes staring blankly at the 
ceiling, hands clasped together calmly on her lap. She had been doing that 
for most of the day, most of every day, and Luna was becoming sick with 
worry. Usagi's mother seemed to find nothing wrong; Usagi got up for 
breakfast, lunch, and dinner as usual, and answered all of her family's 
questions normally, yet always with the same vacant expression in her eyes. 
And although she ate, Usagi had begun to waste away, her face almost gaunt, 
always tired. 

    'She's almost like a...zombie.' Luna sighed deeply, her thoughts 
troubled. She tried the same line she had used every day to rouse Usagi from 
her stupor, "Usagi? Would you like to go outside? Get some candy? ...Usagi?" 
and as always, failed miserably. 

    On one particular day, five weeks after Mamoru's death, Usagi rose early, 
leaving the sleeping Luna in peace, and walking hesitantly outdoors. Her 
thoughts were almost... nonexistent, the only thing that drove her was an 
insistent, familiar call that originated in the back of her head. She had to 
go to it. 

    The voice led her down many streets, so many, in fact, that their names 
blurred together as one in her head, leaving her with a distinctly 
uncomfortable feeling. The feeling of being lost.... 

    She suddenly stopped, the voice having faded away, leaving her in a dark, 
park-like area. She blinked several times, wondering how long she had been 
walking. 

    "Welcome, Usagi." 

    A woman materialized out of the shadows, her voice deep and throaty. 
Usagi looked at her dully. "Who are you?" 

    "I've come to help you," the woman replied, ignoring her question. She 
smiled ferally, eyes glinting. "I promise I won't let you down." She laughed, 
a laugh that for one moment Usagi recognized with crystal clarity... 

    And in another part of Tokyo.... two women disappeared without a trace... 


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    As the years went by, the Senshi drifted apart, as Usagi became more and 
more distant. She spoke to Luna with a forced cordiality, her parents with a 
practiced coolness. Although her hair became the destined silver, and her 
clumsiness vanished altogether, Luna knew something was missing. Some small 
part of her...... 

    Her heart? 

    And then, finally, the crystalline spire rose up from the center of 
Tokyo, and the future began... 







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