wafflejones | "Guardian's Awakening" >> Editing... to the max!

This has been sitting and growing in Word for the entire summer, so I want to see what you all think of it! It's a work in progress so any comments or advice would be great. And I'm still thinking about a title change. Perhaps, 'A Little Experiment' since that's what it really is anyway.

Title: Guardian's Awakening, Prologue pt.1
Author: Ebony aka

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Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon is copyrighted to Naoko Takeuchi and Toei. I only made the fic for recreational purposes.
(And if that's not covering my ass...)

Author's Note: This fic's setting is a bit unconventional, a weird blend of the live action and the manga, if you will. For example, Usagi looks like her manga form but in her past battles, she never encountered her future self (much like she didn't in the live action, as of now anyway) therefore never meet ChibiUsa. It's a bit of an experiment of mine, something I've always thought about but never could make it fit. So here's a second try and the first part.

Thanks for the help and responses, Spirit-hime and papirini! You guys are awsome!

Many people would call her an average coddled only-child. Her parents were over-protective of her and the rest of her family was just the same. Her seven ‘aunts’ were actually friends of her parents who grown to be like family. Before she was born, three of her aunts had adopted her ‘cousin’ and closest friend. She never really met her only uncle, for he had taken up traveling around the world. His face was remembered through the many postcards and pictures he sent to her mother.

She was what some people would call “daddy’s little girl.” Her father was a physician at a local hospital, always busy. His hardworking attitude, if she truly put her mind into a project, would appear through her. After being told about how his life was before he met her mother, the only-child realized how blessed she was and vowed to give her all in anything she did. She always wanted to make him proud.

She always joked that, “With a mother like mine, who needs a sister?” This was true most of the time, but her mother’s prime instinct of making sure her daughter was happy and safe would make her transform into a lioness protecting her cub. Her mother, who looked like her twin if it wasn’t for her hair, was a stay-at-home mom and a weekly cartoonist on the side.

Between her father’s busy schedule and her mother staying up late to finish many deadlines,the only-child would feel moments of loneliness. There she was: an honor student and a good daughter…and yet she felt so stagnate some times. She knew what some people truly thought about her:

“There’s that rich kid. She probably thinks she’s better than everyone else.” (She didn’t even try to be haughty.)

“Her parents are a doctor and a famous cartoonist? I love to be friends with her! Think of all the stuff she must have…” (She only had a few true friends.)

“Look at what weird hair she has. Little Miss Honor Student trying to lash out at rich and oppressive mommy and daddy?”

Her hair was naturally light pink, had it since the day she was born. It was a little weird to her since her dad had dark – almost black – hair and her mom had platinum blonde hair. After being teased continually, by names like ‘cotton candy hair’or ‘shrimpy pinky’, she wondered about her family’s history. Where did this hair come from? Did she have a relative who looked just like her? It would be nice for a change to meet somebody like herself.

So one day she asked her mother those questions…and her mother immediately stopped dusting the cabinets. Her family always told her that the truth should always be honored. It was their rule number one, “Always be honest with your feelings and to each other.” Yet, her mother just froze there, on the spot. Her mother answered as best she could and hugged her daughter. Her mother had the words, the coddled only-child knew this with her heart, but she couldn’t let them out. So her mother side stepped the questions with the usual “everybody is different’ speech. The only-child felt colder than she ever had before.

She realized her mother was keeping something from her.

Four years later, time was growing closer to her fourteenth birthday. She finally got in contact with her uncle Shingo who, soon after, mailed the Tsukino family tree diagram to her. A rather normal family tree with no mention of strawberry blondes (and barely any other types of blondes) So maybe she just imagined the so-called secret. Maybe her mother was feeling ‘hormonal’ …or heard her wrong that day she felt so cold.

Then what was the nagging feeling that she should know something coming from?

When she was younger, her mother (and father, when not on call) would tell her stories of princesses and princes. They would tell her about a wondrous kingdom and its humble queen. After the stories about that fairy tale land, they would tell her stories about mighty warriors and their adversaries that fought in Tokyo. Back then, she believed in those stories because her parents swore they were true.
Now, she wasn’t sure what to believe.

Now, they were moving further into Tokyo. Her father had heard of a newly made hospital with a low amount of staff and since the place he worked at had plenty of personnel… The school closest to her new home was a prestigious junior and senior high school, which even had its own dorms. Having many art programs as it had computer science classes, it seemed more like a mini college to her, very intimidating. However, she passed its entrance exam, so she gathered her courage.

She was smart but not what you would call ‘naturally’ so. She put in a lot of hard work to make herself concentrate. Truthfully, she would have rather daydream than study. However, daydreaming would not make her parents realize that she could attempt to do things for herself. She chose that school on her own accord, for its convinence and famed difficult curriculum.

The school was not that old; it had been built ten years ago. There used to be another school built in that area before, but it was soon destroyed by a huge typhoon. Many people had said they saw the gods of death throughout that horrible storm. All the coddled only child could do was gulp at her new school’s history.

Yet, she kept her head up. Perhaps, she would figure out her emptiness there?