Tite: A Short Story Of The Real World By: Chibi-Mercury Rating: Um, PG-13, or something. I don't know. HI!!! Note to the reader: Do not read this if you are in a depressed mood. It's very depressing and I would appreciate comments, if you feel they are nessecary. Or something. A Short Story Of The Real World I ran. Not slowing, my heart beat in my head, pounding, pressuring me to stop. But I didn't. I ran, as if by running I could escape it all, leave it behind. My lungs felt as if they would burst, yet I refused to slow. My joints and muscles ached, but I didn't stop. I had to get away from it all, so horrible, so sickening and disgusting, the picture ran through my mind. It was my fault, I should have stopped it, I should have listened. But now it was too late. ***** "Save yourself, go, leave us, you have to save yourself," she pushed me away, yelling for me to be gone, but I couldn't just leave her, that would be too cruel. Blood trickled down her forehead from a large gash above her left eyebrow. Her lip was swollen and bleeding, down her chin, down her neck. She looked terrible, and in pain, yet she tried to save me, pushing me away from the horrible dangers. "No, I won't leave you. I'll help," but we both knew how little help I would be able to serve. "No, it's too dangerous, go, please, save yourself, don't worry about me." She lay on the ground, weakly. We had been fighting a monster, and were getting very badly beaten. But for now we could rest, the beast had been knocked unconscious by Tuxedo Mask's cane. She was too weak to dust it, we would have to fight the monster until she was stable enough to finish it off. She wanted me to leave before more blood and tears were shed, but I refused, it was my destiny to be a sailor senshi, to protect. And I would fight till the finish. I stuck out my lower lip in a pout, and began whining, "Nooo, I wanna stay with you!!" She looked at me with such feirness, that I suddenly found my boots very interesting. "Go, ChibiUsa. I'll be okay. I won't let anything happen to you," She pulled herself shakily to her feet, and swayed unsteadily for a moment, "come on, ChibiMoon, I'll go with you." She reached for my gloved arm, and we started walking, "But what about the monster," I asked, remembering why we had even been here. She didn't answer, so I repeated my question. She didn't answer again for a while, then I heard her stutter a small gasp, and she fell to the ground. "Sailor Moon!," I cried, yet she remained unmoving. It was then I noticed the large gash on her stomach, I scolded myself, and fell on my knees to her aid. The only thought that ran threw my head was, "Wake up, Sailor Moon, don't die, please, mum." I was crying before I realized it, yet I didn't try to stop my tears. Her eyelids fluttered, and she opened an eye, for the other was swollen shut, "Have faith," she whispered, and shut her eyes once more. She closed her eyes, and lay lifelessly on the ground in a dirty, blood-soaken uniform, shaking in the cold weather. "NO!" I cried, but I recieved no reaction from her. Her breathing was loud, and each breath was a short forced gasp, from which cold blue smoke rose in the coldness. Blood cornered her lips, her uniform was now discoloured in a nasty reddish colour from the wound on her stomach. I lay my head on her chest, and wept, tears gushed from my eyes, soaking the ribbon on her outfit, I was shaking, and hiccuping, as tears fell from my eyes. She slowly reached over, and stroked my hair, her blood covered fingers carrasing each strand, "I'm sorry, ChibiUsa," she whispered painfully, "I...I.." she never finished her sentance, as her eyes shut, and her gasping breath ceased. I cried harder, burying my face in her body. This was my mum, was my mum. I don't know how long I cried, I don't know how long I lay like that, I just know that my tears didn't stop flowing. ----- I jolted up, and looked through bleary eyes at my surroundings, how long had I been asleep? Why had I suddenly sat up? Then I saw the reason, the monster. It had awaken from the hard bashing that my Tuxedo Mask had handed out earlier. Blood matted the creature's fur to its body, covered in gashes and blows and bruises, it stood. I looked on in horror, as the monster advanced towards me, I was paralyzed with fear, I couldn't utter a sound, my breath was held. I took a step backwards, and tripped over Sailor Moon's boot, knocking myself to my feet. I looked behind my shoulder, where the cold form of the Sailor Senshi's leader lay. "No," the strangled cry reached my lips, and I outstretched my arms, protecting my Mum. I looked at the monster, and tried hard to look mean, but I was quite unsuccessful, "Pink Sugar Heart Attack!" The monster laughed at my pitiful attempt, and deflected my energy with a flick of its wrist, and roared, causing me to whimper, and forget my attacks. I was just a stupid scaredy-cat, too afraid to fight, to protect, to defend the senshi. Too afraid to help my mother. My mother, yes, I would be strong for her. She would like that. I would save her, everything would be alright. I looked around with blurry vision from crying, my cheeks were puffy and red from tears. I couldn't abandon the senshi, I sobbed, and tried to hide my fear, and I stayed in my position, as the beast swiped its claw towards me. I fell, hitting the ground with a loud thud, feeling the blood trickle from the wounds, "I'm gonna be sick," I muttered. "Shine Aqua Illusion!" "Burning Mandala!" "Sparkling Wide Pressure!" "Venus Love me chain!" I looked up and saw the senshi throw their energy towards the beast. Their faces were bruised, and they looked worn and tattered, tired, as if all they wanted to do was sleep, yet they had pooled their strength together, and the monster lay, as a pile of dust on the cold, filthy ground. "Senshi," I cried, as the tears flew anew from my eyes, "Sailor Moon, help her." I knew my eyes were blood shot, I knew I looked a fright, we all did. Tuxedo's cape was torn and frayed at the edges, yet he covered his beloved, my mother, with it. He wove a rose between her fingers, and kissed her hands, her hair. Her face had taken on a bluish tint, and it was obvious that she was dead, or near dead. Tears fell from his eyes, and he held her cold hand, whispering to reasure himself, and her, "Oh, Usako, Odango Head, you stay strong. Everything will be alright, I promise." Sailor Mercury typed on her computer, her visor strapped on, tears spilled down her cheeks, splashing against her chin, "Her heart has lost the motovation to pump, therefore her blood has gone cold." She announced after a while. Everyone looked at Mercury, crying, bleary eyed, with quite confused expressions on their faces, "Damn it, Mercury, I'm not in the mood for some freakin' science talk show, say it so we stupid idiots can understand," Mars cried through her tears, as Venus nervously and sadly wrung her hands out. Jupiter stood away, standing straight. She was putting on that tough act of hers, I knew, but as I stared at her, I noticed a few tears glisten in her eyes, ruining her performance. Mercury's face fell, and we could see she was struggling not to burst into tears. "My mom's dead, isn't she?" I cried, and Mercury nodded sadly. I swear I have never seen such a look plant itself on Tuxedo's face, he looked so pathetic, so sad, so unlike himself. He gripped Sailor Moon's hand, and caressed her face, kissing her nose in the moonlight, stroking her hair, "No, Usako, you're going to make it," he cried, yet Usagi lay unmoving. Everyone looked so sad and sympathetic. They were bruised, battered, worn, bleeding, and so depressed. But I was all of that, and more, one hundred times worse. The pressure was pounding down on me, making me give in. I clenched my teeth in concentration, as sweat rolled down my face, but I was weak, and weak babys give in. I gave in, "It's my fault, isn't it? She tried to save me, but I didn't notice how weak she was. And she fell, and I couldn't help her! It's all my fault!" I began crying, and fell to my knees, but no one came to my aid to tell me that everything would be okay, no one told me it wasn't my fault. And that made me feel worse, as if they hated me because they knew it was true. Or maybe they were just so tired, they didn't realize what I said. I looked up. All eyes were on me, solemn and sad. Tuxedo looked at me with such pain, begging me to tell him it was a lie, they had heard me. But I said nothing now. "Why?" he asked. Yet I refused to reply. Wasn't Tuxedo the person who really cared for me when I came here? Wasn't he the one who truly understood me? Now it seemed like no one really knew me, and I doubted they would have cared to know. I ran. Not slowing, my heart beat in my head, pounding, pressuring me to stop. But I didn't. I ran, as if by running I could escape it all, leave it behind. My lungs felt as if they would burst, yet I refused to slow. My joints and muscles ached, but I didn't stop. Dried blood was all over me, I was weak, and new blood forced its way from my wounds, yet I kept running, escaping my fears, their painful glances, Tuxedo's face, filled with new hatred for me, asking me why, Sailor Moon's cold, unmoving form, and me, the reason she was gone. I let out a cry into the night, that no one except a small pink haired rabbit could fully understand, and kept running into the dark. I finally stopped at the first rayes of morning light, gasping, out of breath. I sat on the outskirts of a foreign city, where I cried some more, not caring whether anyone heard my cries of pain, it's not as if they would really care any ways. I felt as if all people were just cold, emotionless beasts, so I sat by myself, alone. Trying deserately not to call attention to myself. I definately didn't need that at the moment. Later I detransformed, and sat by myself, miserable, a worthless little kid, who had been one of the causes of her future mother's death. I cried for hours, not noticing the rumbling of my empty stomach. But if I had noticed, I wouldn't have cared. All I could hear was the silence, silence so loud, filled with memories of pain, I had to cover my ears, in attempt to muffle all the noise. When finally I slept, it was a restless sleep, filled with nightmares and horrors that remain unseen. I yelled and screamed in horror in my sleep, crying and whimpering for my mum, who would never come in the morning, to awaken me for breakfast, never teach me important lesssons of life, or praise me again, never talk about me proudly in front of company. I was a murderer, I killed my mum. Unintentionally, you know. It's not like I wanted to. I had come to the past to save her from the evil, and I had succeeded at first, but I was the one who killed her, in the past, with a new evil. "Oh, Mum," I choked softly on my tears, my head in my knees. I was aware of a soft hand on my shoulder, yet I paid no heed. I sobbed louder, and the form patted my back, so reasurringly. Some one cared, "Mum," I questioned before looking up. I said it foolishly. I had already forgotten she was dead. Stupid me. Stupid, pitiful me. I hated myself. I finally looked up, where Sailor Pluto looked me in the eye, "What do you want," I asked miserably, and she looked at me, her sad, solemn eyes, quiet and knowing. "She's dead," Pluto told me after a while of uneasy silence. "It's my fault," I muttered, and wiped my eyes and nose with my sleeves, not caring if snot mixed with tears. I was a spoiled, stupid, pitiful brat, and I really didn't deserve a mother as good as Usagi, or a friend as great as Hotaru and Pu. Now that reminds me. Aren't friends supposed to be there for each other? They were. So where was Hotaru when I needed her most? She probably didn't care either, and she was one of the deepest people I knew. "ChibiUsa," she said hesitantly, "It's not your fault, it was fate. Look at yourself, yet don't be alarmed. Fate has chosen its path." At first I didn't understand what she meant, yet I opened my blurry eyes, and stared at my feet. I gasped in shock, and looked at my arms and stomach, both looked the same as my feet, "Pu, what's happening," I cried in horror, staring at my body. "Your mother's dead," she repeated, and I understood, "You mean, I'm not real any more?" She nodded sadly, and held me in a hug until the end. My body, it was ugly and deformed. It was translucent, and growing paler and more tranparent by the moment. I didn't understand how Pluto could hug me while I was this way. I looked at Pluto, fear in my eyes, "Can't you save me, please, I want to live, I want Mum to live," by now my voice was very weak and barely audible. Setsuna shook her head, and enveloped me in one last hug, "I'm sorry, Small Lady. I will always remember you. Goodbye, princess." I told you nobody cared about me. Pluto could have changed this, could have fixed it. But no one really cares in this cruel world. "Good bye," I whispered, and I was gone. Gone, at least, from the earth you know. As Pluto went to hug me once more, she only grasped the air. She realized this, and she must have been deeper than I thought, for she began crying softly, "Good bye, Little Lady, may fate bring you back." I was gone, and forgotten, in time, as was Sailor Moon, Usagi, Princess Serenity, Neo Queen Serenity. I live in another world now, with Mum, and we're waiting for the others. They'll come when the time is right, when fate comes rearing its ugly head in their doorway, they'll come. I won't be lonely anymore. Everything seems to be almost alright now, and I'm even allowed to visit Pu in her world on Wednesdays. She still remembers me, and she is a much deeper person than I could have ever imagined. It's almost as if I really do exsist on the old earth. She makes me feel special. I feel as if I am loved now, because Mommy is so much more open now because of the accident, and Pluto treats me like a unique, real person, not like some unreal possibility. ########################### ::Well, Whad'ja think?? I had this idea for a short story, so here it is. Um, e-me your comments at . Thanks!! Seeya, Chibi-Mercury::