A/N: Sorry the Prologue isn't very long.

It was done. She was finally finished with the last of the Negaverse. She could go back to her normal life now, but the normalcy couldn't be gained back after all the years fighting .She wanted to scream out in fustration because she had won the war but she lost what was most important. All her loved ones were dead.

After they had died she went into a stage of denial until she realized that they all died protecting her because she was to weak to do it herself. She was the reason that they were dead. They wouldn't want her to be moping around when they had just sacrificed theirs lives for her. With those thoughts inside of her head ,all of her childish dreams and fantasies shattered into little pieces and were brushed into a box and pushed into the back of her mind. Leaving her only reality to console and comfort her, she began to train.

She had practiced all of her senshi powers until she thought they were good enough. Then she took the liberty of learning the rest of the other senshi's powers. She learned how to read, control, and block other people's minds Everyday she trained in physical combat. She had even made sure that she would learn and be able to use any weapon she had come across. She took fighting youma as practice for her because she would never stop until she felt her skills were perfect. No, nothing short of perfection would ever stop her until she got rid of the Negaverse which had been growing in number steadily.

During the eight years of fighting the Negaverse alone she had gained a new identity. Silently laughing to herself as she realized even in this identity she had to go through deception, blood shed and death. The past eight years had harden her heart. Her once sparkling blue eyes were now dull and could become frigid at times . The blood that stained her hands would never go away. It seemed that her destiny was to become a killer.

How would her senshi react to what their once bright and bubbly leader has become? She herself couldn't believe it sometimes. How she transformed from a happy 16 year old to a more melancholy 22 year old. During those rare moments when she stared into the mirror and couldn't see herself was when she realized that she was no longer looked or felt like Usagi Tsukino .Always looking back at her was the image of a short young boy that looked like he was in his late teens with short blonde hair and dull blue eyes.

'No' she thought with a nod of her head 'Im not Usagi Tsukino anymore ………I'm Omi Tsukiyono now, but I guess it wouldn't hurt to go back to Usagi now that I don't need a disguise to hide from the Negaverse. I wonder how the guys would take it.'

With that thought in her head she put on a smile and prepared herself for what was about to come. Without another thought she walked home grimacing once in awhile as the cold air breathed on her open wounds.