Rated: PG-13
Things to know:
a.) This story has the some of the Senshi with new attacks. Sorry if the
names sound lame or weird.
b.) This takes place in Crystal Tokyo.
c.) This is a very, very short-short part. I think I'm breaking a rule.
Longer parts coming.
d.) I am not a prodigy. If there are any errors you can e-mail me, but
please don't mention the word "suck", particularly after
"you".
E-mail: joyce1@flash.net
                            My Messed-Up Mistakes

                                   by Eggo

      "Defeat is worse than death, because you have to live with
                          defeat." -Anonymous

    You know all those autobiographies that list the author's
accomplishments, their tough climb to success littered with obstacles but in
the end they win? This isn't one of them. These are all the stupid
mistakes I have made in my life.
     This isn't even a complete autobiography. This just covers a time
when I didn't just hit rock bottom, I fell through it. My therapist
said that this focus of negativity isn't good for me. I replied that
giving me a thousand-dollar bill for two hours of napping while I talk about
my childhood doesn't benefit me either.
                         Mistake One: Being a Senshi
     They say that when you reach a turning point in your life, everything
seems to go in slow motion. They lie. Everything is going too fast.
     They're fighting. Good and Evil. I lean forward, trying to undo
the ropes holding me back. They are so different, she the Senshi of Saturn,
my friend, my bodyguard. He is, was supposed to be, the nameless face of
another minion of evil wiped out with a single attack.
     But everything is going so fast, and the two start to blend together
before my eyes. I can't tell the warty ugliness of his limbs from the
pale smooth skin on hers. I can't tell at all.
     "Make a choice, make a choice," my mind drones, "You
can't just watch this happen. Attack, attack, you fool. Who are we
today, the damsel in distress?"
     "How can I?" my weak and trembling heart wails.
"They're too close together, moving too fast! I can't see.
I'm blind. I wish I was buried deep in the Earth in a coffin."
     Assurance that I will hit the monster, doubt that I won't. Logic
in my mind and chaos in my heart. Four years of Senshi training with Mom and
thirteen years of friendship with Hotaru. All these opposites inside of me,
mixing and swirling until I think I might vomit.
     And finally, I rip off my barriers. My ropes and inhibitions fall to
the ground, broken. My skin burns with the cuts left from the rope and my
tongue sizzles with the words that are itching, urging to come out and set
things right.
     CHIBIMOON STAR SAVIOR!
     I see the stars, swirling like confetti to form two gleaming, hot
ribbons of energy. The light almost blinds me with its brilliance. I see the
ribbons of dazzling stars intersect into a cross-like formation, hence
"Savior". I see the deadly cross hurtle to the enemy, a creation
of my hope and power.
     I see my attack miss and hit her.
     JUPITER OAK REVOLUTION!
     MARS FLAME SNIPER!
     I don't hear the words yelled by them and their footsteps five
seconds later. I don't see that the youma is killed by the attacks. I
have seen too much.
     I can't speak, I can only run across the room. NOW everything is
going too slow. I can't run quickly enough to her side. In my hurry, I
fall at her feet, but I get up on my knees, numb to the pain.
     Hugging her, I bury my head in her waist, feeling her fingers squeeze
my shoulders. No, I didn't see clearly, she's fine, she's
okay, thank God. Then I feel something drip on my neck. Something warm. I
look up, letting the thing slide down my neck and into my outfit. The bow at
her chest is crimson. A bright, warm, flowing crimson.
     "No, no, no, no...."
     She sags to the ground. The dark eyes that soothed every trouble are
empty. The mouth that gave forth so much advice and wisdom only drip blood.
     And all the warmth, the heat in my soul, has froze.
     I want to say everything, I want to let everybody know how I feel. I
want to scream until the whole building collapses on me and kills me. But I
don't. Instead of a heart-breaking scream, my Senshi friends hear this
irony.
     "Happy Thirteenth Birthday, Chibiusa."
     There isn't any Savior, is there?

How did you like it? I know, kind of short, but at ten in the evening you
aren't exactly at your peak performance. Well, e-mail me for your
thoughts/opinions/death threats. For part two, what do you suggest? If you
think this story is so awful it should be discontinued, tell me! You think
Chibiusa is out of character? I'm listening! I'm breaking a major fan fic
taboo? Just click the "compose a message" button for someone who cares. I'm
breaking the law by not having a disclaimer? Sue me and take all my money
and leave me home- wait a minute, I think I have a disclaimer in my pocket.
<shuffle> <shuffle> Here it is:

Disclaimer: The said characters in said story are not property of the
author. A much richer, more talented person owns the said characters, who in
this case, is Naoko Takuechi. The poorly written/ mediocre/ good/ excellent
story, however, is owned by the author. Therefore, the author can use the
characters to her sick, twisted motives.

Now that the legal business is over, so long! ^_^;