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"What are we supposed to do now?"
"Live out our lives here, I guess."
"But we're going to live forever."
"Nobody lives forever."
"The Children do."
"Hush. We're not supposed to know about them."
"But we do. How old are we?"
"Only thirty-five thousand."
"Listen to what you just said. Do I have to slap you?"
"That's thirty-five in Earth years."
Silence. "I don't want to live the rest of my life without them."
"Nor do I, but there's nothing you and I can do." Pause. "You know that no matter who or what we try to be, we're only human."
"Only human? We're senshi. Senshi aren't just humans. And we're not just senshi. We're minor Children in our own rights. I think being able to summon a bolt of lightning out of the sky during a blizzard makes me different. Your ability to drown a person in a desert isn't exactly normal, either."
"All right, all right, we're not just human. But, Sky, that still doesn't mean we can bring three people back to life again."
"'If there's a will, there's a way.' Ocean, we have a will, so there is a way. We just...have to find it, is all."
Wow. An author's note...^^;;
I guess this story demands some explaining, ne?
Here goes.
I came up with the concept of 'Sailor Solar System' and 'Atia Tamuchi' some four or five years ago. I struggled in vain to actually write a series-like story for her, not just one-shots or long, pointless stories that, while good, could never fit into the Sailor Moon world for obvious reasons. Then, two years ago, I had a writing spasm and spewed all thirty (one, had I included the prologue) chapters out within two days. I promptly left it alone, too afraid to go back and mess with it and risk losing what I'd written. I was so afraid of it I never actually read it or even accessed the files. In time, I just flat-out forgot about it. Then in July 2003 a friend and I were screwing around on my computer, going deep into the dark, abandoned caves of my account and shooting dust bunnies the size of semi trucks, when we found it.
I guess I did a really good job of forgetting, huh?
I was ecstatic. Finally over my fear of screwing my stories up, I went back and read them with my friend. Some of the chapters made no sense whatsoever and there were spelling and grammar errors galore, for I write everything in WordPad then run it through Word before publishing it. By this time I was an avid FanFiction.net reader and member, though I'd posted nothing of my own. My friend dared me to post the story, unedited, on FF.net and my own site (which I immediately converted to being a dedication to the story) by saying she'd give me ten bucks. I don't really think she expected me to do it because, at the time, she was broke.
But I did anyway. ^.~
So, that's this story's story: it's simply an ill-fated victim of a teenage dare.
I know it sucks, I really do. The grammar and spelling are atrocious, the plot is screaming for help, and chapters 14-17 make as much sense as a presidential slogan being 'cu cu kachoo.'
Maybe someday I'll go back and re-write it, maybe I won't. Right now I'm in a stand-off between finishing the first and last books of 'The Truth,' writing the last book of 'Someone to Believe,' and trying to scoop up all the Gundam Wing plot bunnies running around my head and do something with them. (Like shooting them with a forty-five.) But, now that I know about it, I'm not going to forget about it again.
Oh yeah; the reason there aren't many reviews is because I uploaded the first 20 chapters within two days, 10 chapters at a time. So if you only read stories that have a certain amount of reviews per chapter and deemed this one beneath your reading status before, get a clue, because that's an awful habit.
Thanks to all of my wonderful reviewers and readers, and I wish you all the best of luck in writing your own stories! *hugs, kisses, and candy!*
By the way...this story won't be continued on FF.net. The insert at the top was just a teaser. ;P
Ciao!