Author's Notes: Konnichiwa minna! This is my first story. Ok, to everyone who is still here, I would love feedback, even if it is flames. Although compliments are always welcome. Anyway, this story is set in Season 1 of Sailormoon right after Makato comes, and yes I am using the original Japanese names. That is probably all you need to know so far. So on with the story! *********************************************************** Title: Falling of an Angel Author: dreamer Rating: PG-13 at the moment because of violence and mature content E-mail: dreamer3@optonline.net Disclaimer: Of course, I do not own Sailormoon, nor any of the characters. The cold rain pounded hard against her fragile body as she raised her hand swiftly towards the dark, night sky. She flicked her wrist and a sharp, jeweled dagger manifested in her hands. The only useful talent she could have ever learned from being that stupid sailormoon. Ironic, she thought, that a talent she used to use to save others should be her end. She closed her eyes tightly forcing salty tears to escape and intermix with the freezing rain. Her hair had fallen from their usual odangos and was matted to her slim, body that had turned numb long before the rain began to pour. She gripped the dagger tightly in her small hands as she shouted her final words into the silent, dank night. The perfect place for someone like her to die she thought sadly. And with a silent shout she flung the dagger towards her chest. This is I. Usagi Tsukino. Sailormoon. Odango Atama, even. At least that is who I was. At this moment I really don't know who I am. It is strange to remember how I got to this point. I recall a time when it was simply inexplicable to understand how a person could have the ability to take his or her own life. Obviously that time ended. I guess I some sixth sense I knew it had to eventually. All those carefree days when my biggest problem was passing my next test or trying not to forget my lunch, instead of keeping the world from sinking into the hands of evil and making new, creative ways of hiding bruises from my mother. That was all before my life changed . That was before that despised black cat crossed my path and told me I was to be the pretty soldier in a sailor suit, Sailormoon and turned my life into hell. It is hard to believe that all the time before I never even realized I had such a good life. I suppose the saying is true, then, that you don't realize what you have until it gone. The only problem with that is, by the time you realize you have everything, everything is already gone. So how did you like it? Please, please send me feedback. And I forgot to mention if anyone would like to be my editor, that would be greatly appreciated.