Hello!

If you are seeing this you either the title caught your eye,
or you just sneezed and accidently clicked the mouse
key.

Either way, you're very welcome here!

This is story is a total revision of my earlier version.  I have taken
all the comments I have recieved on this story into consideration,
(hint, hint), and have exbounded, (big word, ne?), on them.

A few words of warning:

This entire story is PG, strong words, strong violence, and adult
situations, (of course, what isn't?).

I use the NA names for everyone, even the ones beyond the Deeeek!
dubs.  I know, I know, I'll wait a few seconds for you to groan. . . . . . .

Okay, you can stop groaning now.  No really, stop groaning.

Any comments can be sent to bastion@ix.netcom.com, where
I'll give them a warm bed to sleep in and a roof over their heads.

Let's see, what else. . .

Oh, I would like to dedicate this part to Helm and Razorclaw X.

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Terrible Things to Waste

Prologue: Intrusion

        Concealed within the oppressing fog, a lone figure stood guard
over a vast darkness.  Only the radiating red orb atop the
figure's staff chased away the darkness, revealing the contours
of her feminine figure.  The light displayed the elegance of the
woman's face, an elegance offset by her resolved expression
hardened by eternity.  This woman cared not for elegance, she
only cared for her duty.  She considered such a concept as
elegance as something simple, linear, because Time transended
the linear in this realm.  She had to focus on things of more
importance, like understanding the workings of Destiny and Fate.


        At least, it distracted her from the linear things.

        Her lips frowned, ever-so-slightly, as her grip tightened
around her staff.  Her staff was the key to this dark corridor
of Time that simultaneously connected the past, the future, and
the present.  Her duty was to protect this corridor from
intruders who try and disturb the balance that Destiny created.
The last thing she needed was emotion to get in the way.

        At first, she did envy the people who lived linear,
uncomplicated lives, living and dying, caring and loving.  After
experiencing an eternity of isolation in the Time Tunnel, such
emotions became dulled and useless to her.  Eventually, she did
not even feel longing for another's touch or heart.  This duty
bestowed to her by the Serenity royal line who created the
corridor, gave her the satisfaction she could ever need from a
lover.

        At least, that's what she kept telling herself everytime Fate
tried to deviate Destiny in the timestream.  Because of her
apparent appearing and disappearing in the timestream, she had
to establish herself in order to take care of the linear things
that came with a linear life.  Using her knowledge of history,
she took care of all of her financial needs in the timestream.
>From wars to financial depressions, she amassed the currency.
Of course, she needed several aliases throughout the ages to
have access to the great mass of wealth she had accumulated.
Her aliases ranged from Setsuna and Sarai, to Sharon and Susan,
etc, each pretaining to certain times and certain places in
history.  With these identities, she could easily roam the
linear realm having taken care of all the minor details.

        Yet, dealing with such trivialities within the timestream
interested her so much more than guarding this lonely abyss.
Living in the linear realm aroused her desires and longings she
tried so hard to ignore over the span of her near eternal life
in the Tunnel.  In the end, she would have to return to the Time
Tunnel, and she would again rely upon the satisfaction of her
duty to fill that longing.  Fortunately, she was not destined to
be completely alone in the Tunnel, the third generation of the
royals line frequently pasted through the gates into the
corridor.  This little girl was one of the few she permitted to
pass through the Time Gate because Fate foretold it to happen,
and who was she to argue?  The girl travelled the Gate so
frequently, they eventually developed cute nicknames for each
other.  The little girl became known as Small Lady, and she
became simply known as Puu.  The girl did bring some relief from
her longings, but still befriending the girl was destined.  Just
as her destiny to always be the Time Guardian, destined to guard it
alone.

        Destiny always had its way.

        The Guardian became conscious that she somehow had closed her
eyes.  Upon opening them, a chill went up her spine signaling
her that a presence was approaching.  The fog shifted and
twisted, indicating it sensed this presence as well.   Her gut
twisted and turned in apprehension, a benefit of being mentally
connected to the corridor.  She waited a moment longer as the
shift continued, seeing if Small Lady was returning.  She waited
for a few arduious moments before determining that wasn't Small
Lady, she would haven't taken so long making her presence known.
 Only something big, unexpected, and foreign could disturb the
darkness of time making it realign this way.  A realignment that
caused a get many sensations in her, very painful sensations.
In experiencing this spectacle, she came to the same conclusion
when things of this manner happened:  she DID NOT like Fate.

        "What's doing this?"  The woman whispered hoarsely under her
breath.

        The Guardian nearly doubled-over as she felt two, no three
things passed fluidly through the Tunnel.

        Relief came for a short moment before a fourth one finally
passed through.

        As she recovered, she resoluted to herself that no one would
intrude into this timestream.  Her eyes darted around in the fog
looking for the perpetrators with her staff held ready to repel
them.  No intruders appeared.  They had bypassed the Time Gate
entirely. . . . but how?

        "It can't be. . . they don't. . . unless. . ." the guardian
became acutely aware that something was going to happen.

        Something that threaten the balance of Destiny.

        Something she had no control over.

        Hastily, she took her staff and opened the Time Gate, departing
the infinite darkness to the last location of the shift, Tokyo
of 1999.

-End of Prologue-

Sailor Moon is owned by Naoko Takeuchi and in America by DIC.

BTW, a great big thanks goes out to Helen Szeto &
Paul Arezina for convincing me this story needed
some work.

Thanks for reading, and please come again.

Bastion
bastion@ix.netcom.com