Name: 'The truth about Ami', chapter 2. Author: Cony E-mail: Rated: PG-13 (some swearing and just the smallish amount of lemon you'll ever see) Stuff at the bottom. I see her showing me the pendant. And it's *open*. There, I see, for the second time this day, the thing that has scared me the most since . . . that day. A picture. Yes, that's what I'm so afraid of. A picture of a beautiful girl. She has long, long blue-black hair. Her eyes are blue too, and by the looks on her face, she seemed very happy when the photo was taken. She has about 14 or 15 years. Her long hair is taken in a loose ponytail, which lets a few bangs hang out of it and dance in front of her face. My eyes open wide in horror, as I stare directly at my worst nightmare. But, my instinct kicks in, and makes up a very good answer. "She's . . . was my sister". I see as Minako's face pales a bit, and her eyes darken. "What do you mean was?". I'm about to tell her she's an idiot, but I hold myself. "She's dead". She takes her hand to her mouth and covers it, in an attempt of not letting me see her horror filled face. "Dead?. But . . . she doesn't look much older than you. As a matter of fact, she looks just like you". My back stiffens, but I keep fighting. "She died four years ago, before I meet you". "Before you met me?. But, how come any of the girls haven't told me anything about this?". Baka, I say to myself. "I meant before I met Usagi-chan, before I discovered I was Sailor Mercury". "Oh. Sorry". "Don't be. It happened long ago". It seems I did it. I convinced her. I'm about to sigh in relief, when she asks another question. "But, you look so similar. How can that be?". Answer. Answer!. ANSWER!! I say to myself. My head seems empty of ideas. I can't think. I can't breathe, I can't . . . wait. Calm down. Breathe deeply. Nothing's wrong. Minako can't discover your secret. She would never do it. She doesn't have the intelligence to. Now, think. Why can two persons be so alike?. Appart from being sisters . . . being twins!. Yeah!!. "We . . . (necessary trembling voice, as I let my face drop as if I was in real pain) . . . we were twins". Anyone else would have understood not to ask anymore, but anyone doesn't include Minako, the queen of the de-brained. "Twins?. Cool!. Why didn't you ever told us about her?". I feel a sensation creeping up my head. Anger . . . no, it's fury. I clench my hands, and bare my teeth. I can feel my eyes glowing in anger, as I look up to her again. "'Cause she's dead, Mina-chan" I say. Her expression changes abruptly, I don't know if for the information I gave her or for the look on my face. Only then, I realise that I've let my temper win over me. I look away, desperatly trying to control myself. Over and over again, I repeat to myself: . The mask that went off for a couple of seconds returns, and I'm calm (on the outside at least) again. I turn my look back to her, and see she's looking at me with strange eyes. "I'm . . . I'm sorry Mina-chan. It's just that . . . anytime I talk about her, I get very sad". I see her calming down. BINGO!. One point for me. "Sorry Ami-chan. I never thought talking about her would disturb you so much". "It's Ok" I say, internally yelling in joy. "But, I think you should've told us about this. I mean, we're friends right?". I wonder a bit. Friends?. The only one I've called friend was Hiroshi, but that was a long time ago. So, how would I call Usagi-chan and the rest of them?. Technically, it would be a cover. A protection. Something to pass unnoticed. But, I must answer. "Yeah". "Well, then, let's call the others. They should know. Can I use yor phone?". Call the rest?. Here?. Now?. She's got to be kidding me!!. Then, a plan starts taking shape in my head. "Sure. Go ahead. In my night-table, there's one". I see her grinning, with that stupidly grin pasted on her face. She turns around, and gives me a perfect target. I harden my hand, leaving it as a perfect 180 degree angle. I then slowly and noiselessly walk to her, as I hear her voice talking on the phone: "Hello?. Usagi-chan?. Yes, it's Minako. Could you please come to Ami's house?. Yes, it's very important . . .". Her voice drifts off, as my mind focuses solely on the precise point on her neck where I should strike. Now, her voice has turned into a humm on the back of my mind, as I walk closer and closer to her. My steps are silent, and my hand is steady. I know it won't hurt her, if I do it correctly. I mean, after three years of not practising a hit, you get kinda . . . unused to it. But, as they say, it's like learning how to drive a bike, you never forget it. I feel the adrenaline running through my body, as the familiar feeling spreads over me. It's like being back in the old times. Her blond hair swayes back and forth, but I don't notice it. All I can see now is that point, just where the shoulder meets the neck. It's calling me, telling me to hit it. And then, I'm right behind her. I can feel the smell of her shampoo, and see the red bow she always wears almost inside my eyes. I stretch my hand up, and bring it down violently, striking her right were I'm supposed to. At the contact of my rigid hand with her soft skin, I feel her stiffen, and instantly her voice shuts down. I can't see it, but I know she has opened her mouth trying to scream. But, my blow was hard and quick, and appart from completely paralizing my victim, it also closes the vocal cords. All she can do is make some coughing sounds. My experienced ears hear the shrieking voice of Usagi on the other end of the phone, saying: "Mina-chan!. Mina-chan!. Are you allright?. What's going on?. Mina-chan!". I slowly pick up the phone, and hang it on it's receiver. I look down at the not-moving girl on the floor, my eyes a pair of rocks, as I see her struggling to speak, a desperate look on her eyes. "Don't worry", I say, surprissing myself as I use a tone I didn't remember I had, "I just paralised you. In about an hour you'll be able to move again. Just stay there for a while, and you'll feel nothing when you recover. If you move too much, your neck will hurt for a week or two". I see her hands spasming. I know what she's trying to do, but I don't care. I see her eyes, and notice a glint of determination on them. I see she believes she knows what's happening. Poor girl. She doesn't have a clue. "No Mina-chan. It's not what you're thinking. I'm not possesed by a youma, and I haven't gone crazy. I just couldn't allow you to spoil my plans". Then, I completely ignore her coughs and shrieks, as she tries to get my attention. I must do things quickly, beacause I know Usagi has already called the others, and they're headed here. It'll take her about 10 minutes to arrive, more or less depending if she told Makoto and Rei while she was inside or outside of her house. I step over Minako, and take the pendant from her hand. "You're the only one who knows about this. I should kill you". I see her eyes opening wide and she tries to move her head in a denying motion. I laugh at her desperation. "Don't worry. I won't. Now, good-bye". I jump over her again, and walk to the door. I close it behind me, and walk downstairs. The pendant is light in my hand, but it's a heavy weight when it comes to emotional charge. So, I decide not to pay attention to it. I reach the front door, and quickly open it and ran outside. The heavy rain inmediatly wets me all over, pasting my short hair to my neck. I close my eyes, and tilt my head up, trying to get this feeling as the most I can. Then, I turn around, and jump to the roof of my house. Yeah, I know that humans can't jump ten meters just like that, but remember, I'm not an average human, I'm a Senshi. Appart from the powers this warrior-thing gives me, in my past I was taught how to use hard floor as a real spring-board. It's very simple when you get it, it's just a matter of physics and such. But, it's really hard to explain in words so, I'll leave it to your imagination. I jump, and land gracefully on the roof. The tiles don't even sound under me. I congratulate myself, 'cause after these three years, I haven't lost this ability. I feel my long, leg-long skirt stick to my limbs, and I can't take it any longer. With almost animal-fury, I bent down and slash it with my fingernails. The ripping sound is like heavenly bells to my ears, and I hold the piece of cloth in front of me as a price. "You'll bother me no more, ugly thing", I tell it, my voice slowly recovering it's ancient tone of order. My real voice is about the same tone than Mizuno Ami's, but it just sounds different. My opinion?. Mine's a lot better. At this point, I decide it. For the last moments of my life, I'll no longer be Mizuno Ami. She has dissapeared. I'm again myself, me, moi, yo. I look down, watching my long legs appear from under my now shorty-shorty skirt. I ran a bit, jump and stretch, relieved of feeling this physical freedom again. I thought that so many time inside long skirts was going to get me plasted. Then, I open my mouth, and yell, not caring that I'm already soaked beyond belief, and that the sound of thunder and rain muffle my words: "I'm free again!. FREE!!". I can't believe it. It feels so good . . . so . . . I can't describe it. It's as if I've just finished what was meant to be, and now am free again to do as I please. Laughing, I jump from roof to roof, running away from my house, my place of destination fixed on my head. It feels so clean to run under the rain . . . as if it could wash all my sins away . . . But, no one can . . . nothing can purify me now . . . I'm as dark as the enemies for so long I fought, as evil as the one I always said I was going to defeat, as bad as it's allowed, and far more . . . I'm a sinner. So, soon enough, I'll end this. My torture will be over, my fate changed. A few thunders explode in the sky, as if in a futile attempt of making me change my mind . . . it seems as if nature herself was trying to hold me back, to prevent me from arriving where I'm headed . . . but not human, inhuman, extraterrestrial or future force will be able to stop me this time. I'm tired of being the weak one, of always being looked on less, to always die first, to always have others to protect me . . . I'm going to be myself now, for the last minutes of my life. I haven't told you how I'm gonna end this, have I?. Well, it's simple. I've decided to go to the Aragosai Cliffs, on the north part of the city. They are over than 60 meters over the sea, and several suicidal people have finished their lifes there. There's no way of surviving if you jump from there. If you don't die from the fall, you'll surely drown down in the sea. I jump now from a relatively small roof to one that's very high on the air. It just takes a little more effort from me to reach it, and I continue my running. Hmm, I wonder how does it feel like to die. Yes, I now I've died twice before, but those two were as Sailor Mercury, and I have a feeling that dying as a "normal" person is going to be different. The first time, I was brought down by a youma, one of those Doom 'n Gloom girls. I killed one of those bastards at least. When I think of it, I can still hear the sickeningly sound of my neck breaking against the ice, or the cry of agony that youma screamed when my power atomized her . . . Or the second time, against Sailor Galaxia. That time, I had a crush on Kou Taiki. He was a lot like Hiroshi, so I let my feelings dominate me. It was one of the few times I let my heart go free . . . and I never regretted it so much . . . I opened myself to him, told him almost everything about me, even died for him . . . and the stupid baka never realised what he meant to me. I sacrificed my star seed for him, yet he never cared deeper for me than for the others . . . to him, I was just another girl-fan who had a crush on him. Idols!. Hmph!. Never get too involved with one, or the ilusion of a fantastic and wonderful singer will dissapear. The only good thing I came out with of the terrifying experience it meant having to get your star seed taken, was to learn, once again, that I wasn't made for love. I mean, when they left to go back to their planet, Seiya-kun waved goodbye to Usagi-chan, not caring Mamoru-san was in front. Even Luna got a goodbye phrase!. Yaten-kun was a nice boy, only that strong affection he showed for Luna-san gave me the creeps sometimes. But, did Taiki-kun even blinked an eye on goodbye?. NO!. He said a plain old: "Goodbye girls!". Girls!. Not even a special thing for me!. Me, who up to that time had silently hoped for him to stay, or even to show he cared for me . . . he was so like Hiroshi-san . . . strong, cute, intelligent, brave, and his eyes sometimes showed the same hatred and loneliness he did. But, as long I sometimes longed for him to notice me, for him I never was nothing more than a girl who had an amazing intelligence, and the only one who shared with him the top marks at school. I remember the first time he (actually he was in his female form, as Sailor Star Maker) saved me. She carried me in her arms, away of danger, as Hiroshi did so many times. After that, she smiled to me, a smile I've only seen years ago, a smile of understanding. Then, the second time, was when I won a prize to meet him for being the best video-player in Japan. I talked to him a lot that day, about moral facts and such. Back on their planet they didn't seem to have a lot of valours . . . I ended up on a fight against a very powerful zombie. She was beating the crap out of me, until "help" arrived. Help, you say?. It was a disaster. After those typical so corny-sounding speeches the Senshi always give before starting a fight, the zombie beated as all with her eyes closed. Jupiter didn't stand a chance, and Rei and Minako weren't even wearing their Senshi fukus. They said they wanted to fight with their super-heroines-made-out-of-shinning-paper-outfits they were wearing. That time was one of those I was willing to kill one of them with my bare hands. I was so furious, I felt an unusual energy boil inside me. I felt as a strange wind started swirling around me, and I knew my aura was visible. I felt surrounded by power, pure raw power. Just then, I opened my eyes and saw the zombie had shoot some misiles which were headed straight towards me. I then was about to let my energy consume me, and show them that being the smallest one didn't mean to be the weakest, when guess what?. Mrs. Opportunity arrived. Her already known speech: "Hold on right there!. I am Sailor Moon, champion of justice . . . ."yada, yada, yada type of stuff interrupted my concentration, AND the zombie's too. My power was no longer necessary, so I felt it returning to the deep corners of my soul. Again, Usagi stoped me from unleasing my energy. She's been the cause of all my disgraces, no matter how innocent she may look. I see you're wondering about Ryo Urawa, aren't you?. Well, what can I tell you?. He was nice, and really liked me it seems, but . . . he was so innocent . . . his eyes didn't know anything about life, they were full of childish hope . . . I taught him that destiny is made by yourself, and saved him from evil General Zoisite, but that was it. I think of him more like a soul I helped, a boy to whom I showed the right path to follow, but nothing more. I gave him my picture just to give him strengh, not because I cared for him. And when he returned, to tell us evil Prince Endymion was trying to get the Seven Shadow Warriors together, Makoto forced me to go on and search him, eventhogh I had no intention on doing so. When I think of it, Urawa was a Shadow Demon, yet his appearance was so innocent . . . Jupiter and I finally found him at an alley, escaping of Endymion. Jupiter fought him, while we ran. We finished on an amusement park, and there it was were the Prince of Earth found us. He took Urawa-kun easily, and started making fun of my powers. *That* was what really pissed me off. How dared *he* who wasn't even using his own powers, but Negaforce created ones, talk about weak powers?. I was angry, but couldn't show the real reason, so told him it was about his taking of Urawa. I fought him, and defeated him. That should've showed him that Sailor Mercury is no weak link. Then, Jupiter and Moon arrived, and tried to heal him. I never really cared if he was good or evil, he saved us both ways, and that's why he's here, so . . . Well, then, Urawa was free again, and I had to play the oh-I-was-so-worried part, which I think went out quite well. But, later on, we had a serious conversation, where I told him I wasn't ready to love yet, which was a big lie, but he never knew about it. He decided to leave, and to come back when I called him. He can wait sitting on a chair, 'cause I don't plan to. Well, enough of flashbacks, let's get back to action. I again return to where I am, and look down. I see the lights and cars passing under me at incredible speed. I grin, as I hear a startling sound, which after a second of thinking, recognize as a group of doves I had scared. It feels so good to be jumping like this . . . I know no one can see me, because of the heavy rain, but of anyone did look intently enough to try and locate me, they could only be able to distinguish a light-blue blur, and then nothing. I pay no attention to a woman screams of terror, as I miscalculated a distance and landed on her terrace. I feel and unsual type of floor under my feet, and grin again, as I know it was a flower-pot I broke. Less than a second later, I'm meters away from her, already ready to jump into the air again. I wonder if this is what Haruka-san feels while she races on her car. If it is, I can perfectly understand why she likes it so much. The feeling of a strong wind caressing your skin, on your sides, above you and under you, as if trying to push you higher into the air . . . yet, diving into the depths of a swimming pool or the sea is more breath-taking (no pun intended) for me. In the distance, I can now see the cliffs. No worry is in my heart, as I smile again, at last feeling the freedom that's about to come. Then, I notice the buildings have ended. I'm completely on the air, with no surface to land on, but I don't care. I'm going head first, directly to collide with the hard earth floor. I turn around sometimes, and put my feet first again. I spin around, flexing my body to slow my fall, and then land gracefully on the ground. No impact hits my knees, legs or spine, because I changed my weight to hit equally on every part, so the effect dissapears. Yet, my right foot aches a bit. I believe it's for the extra weight rain water puts on me, and so many years of not doing it. I think I sprained it. Carefully, I jump (little this time), and land again. As soon as my right foot makes contact with the ground, a sizzling pain runs up straight to my head. I bit my lower lip, holding back a curse. Baka!, I say to myself. . I then slap myself mentally again. That's make two of them by now. I'm going to DIE!. I shouldn't worry about nonsense like that. I believe you're wondering about how I broke my foot, if I've been running, jumping and landing on knee-high -heels boots for so long?. Simple. When I'm in Senshi form, my body is stronger and can surely handle a lot more than when I'm a normal human. I am slowly, very slowly, walking towards the edge of the cliffs, feeling as a hevy weight is being lift from my heart as I approach my end. The rain has stopped a bit, only the necessary to allow me to look where I'm going. No more lightings hit the sky, and I look up, wondering why did it stop so suddenly. I don't care. I look down again, as my foot is carried as a dead weight by my right leg. This is one of the times on which I wished I had Hotaru-chan's healing powers. But, it doesn't matter. I've finally reached the edge of the cliff, and the beginning of the end. I look down, to the sea which crushes against the rocks, a lot of meters down there. I'm here now. The sea waves splash on the rocks, meters and meters under me, as if calling me to join them. I can hear the call of water . . . I can feel it calling me . . . I'm coming . . . I'll answer your call . . . I raise my right foot, and wave it in the air as I take a step forward, just empty space under it. I'm enchanted by the sound, the rhytmic sound of tons of salty water splashing all at the same time. I'm coming. I take my foot down, ready to let go the other one, now the only thing holding me to the world of the living . . . "WAIT!". A thundering voice fills my ears. The spell is broken, and my leg unconsciously returns to the edge of the floor. I turn around, ready to freeze to death anyone who dared to interrupt me. "WHAT?. What do you want?", I say, before even taking a look at who talked. My eyes flare in anger. I stop in mid-turn, as I see who's standing just a few paces away from me. Usagi, Rei, Makoto and Mamoru, who's holding a somehow unsteady Minako are staring at me wide-eyed. I notice Minako's moving, and 45 minutes have passed since I hit her. That girl has an amazing power of healing, far more developed that I had thought. "What are you doing Ami-chan?", I hear Usagi's voice. I grit my teeth, and look away, as I clench my fists, just to hear her name makes me sick. "My . . . name . . ." I mutter, barely controlling my fury, "is . . . not . . . Mizuno Ami!!". At last, I can't hold it back anymore. Tears, tears of anger slide down my cheeks. Why can't they just leave me alone?. All I want is for them go away, and be alone!. I look at them through my wattery eyes. I see they don't understand . . . their eyes are so pure, so innocent, so . . . childish. They don't seem to understand the harshness of life. Their eyes are big, and full of love. They still believe in goodness and innocence. Yet, on the group standing before me, there are one pair of eyes that are different. Who, you ask?. Mamoru's. His eyes are smaller, thinner, and a glint of suspiciousness on them always. I know mine used to be like the girl's, but now, they are just like Mamoru's. That's the weird thing I always felt on him, the thing that made him different from us . . . I mean . . . them. Their eyes shows that he has suffered, he has cried, he has felt how hard life can be . . . just like me. Rei takes a step forward. And asks, the light rain wetting her long hair: "Ami-chan, what do you mean?". I run two steps towards her, and stop myself in time as I realise I was going to kill her right here. I let my tears go freely, and I see they've just noticed them. "For the last time. I_am_not_Mizuno_Ami". Words refuse to leave my throat, and I must push them out. "Ami-chan, we now you've been under a lot of preassure later, but there's no reason for you to---". Makoto's words are cut short, as I run to her, grab her neck and her right hand, and putting a little of my weight onto her, I jank her into the floor as hard as I can. I sit on her stomach, and hiss to her and the rest who are staring at me with such a question-mark on their faces, that if the situation wasn't so serious, I would've been laughing a long time ago: "My name is Suiseki Reiko!. Get that on your stupid heads!". I feel Makoto wriggling under me as she tries to break free, but her legs are held by my weight, and her arms by my own. I know that Makoto surely weighs more than I do, but who said that for that she's supposed to be stronger?. I use some special movements Hiroshi taught me a long time ago, and I completely inmovilize her, by just plainly sitting over her. "Ami . . . Ami-chan . . . what are you doing?", she manages to croak out. That was it. That was the drop that triggered the gun. I take her wrists, bringing all her upper part up, including her head. As soon as she's staring directly at my eyes, I smile evilly, and slam her head hard onto the mud. "DO NOT CALL ME AMI-CHAN!!!. MY NAME IS REIKO, SUISEKI REIKO!". A red curtain covers my eyes, and I can only see rage now. I start pumping her head up and down, screaming all along. I cry and scream, as I let years of sadness and sorrow escape by hitting Makoto. I'm no longer able to crontrol me, my emotions are stronger than any barrier you could put in front of me. Everything is going to end now . . . but as I slam Mako-chan for the 30th time into the floor, two strong arms wrap around me and take me off her. I scream and fight never really caring to see who's the one who's holding me. In the middle of my moving, I see as Makoto is being helped to stand up by Rei-chan and Usagi-chan. I think I see something red coming out of Mako-chan's mouth . . . blood?. I didn't hit her *that* hard. I stop struggling, as my doctor instinct forces me to look closer. Yes, she's vomiting blood. She must have bitten her tongue. Only then do I notice I can't move. I look through the corner of my eye, and see that the one who's holding me is Mamoru-san. He's strong, as I feel his muscles move under his shirt. I never thought someone as skinny as him could be this strong . . . I mean, I can count with the fingers of one hand the ones who have been able to hold me back . . . and survived to tell it. I try to break free by just squirming, but it seems so many rose-throwing has given him a special strengh on his arms. I can't escape with my simple techniques, so I'll use the level two stuff. I quickly and swiftly kick Mamoru on his knee, right over the bone, where I know hurts the most. As I see him doubling over in pain, and letting me free, I give a silent thank to the Biology class they taught me . . . they've proven to be far the most useful class I've ever received. I ignore the pain in my foot, as I had to kick him with the right one. Although it's broken, it still hurts like hell when I even move it. But, they don't know about this, and rule number one is never let your enemies know your weaknesess. So, I swallow the pain, and jump away from him, hearing his painful groan as a background music. I faintly hear Usagi's cry of : "Mamo-chan!" as she lets Makoto fall and runs to her love. I end up giving them the best view of my back, as I look into the never-ending ocean. I know this is a perfect opportunity to jump . . . none of them is concerned about me, their worries are divided between Makoto and Mamoru. But, something holds me back. A feeling of wrongness, of something missing . . . I've got to do something before I finish my life. And now I know what it is. I have to tell them what's happening. As much as I've learnt to hate them, they deserve to know the truth . . . and if I do tell them, at least someone will remember me with longing. So, I wait, and turn around, waiting for them to gather again. "Ami . . . I mean, Reiko-chan" corrects Rei, as she sees my flaring eyes, "what's happening?". "Nothing", I answer, my voice as calm as a glass of milk. "I'm just being me". "Being you?. But, Ami-chan, what's wrong?". This Usagi never undertands. Never. She insists in calling me by that awful name I hate so much, and I know I must give her a lesson. I prepare to run again, not caring about the pain in my foot, when I hear a whisper behind me. A voice which is full of hatred and anger, a voice I know he only uses when he's facing a terrible enemy: "Don't you even think about it. You've already hurt Mako-chan and me, and I won't let you put a finger on my Usako, do you hear me?". I smile, and without looking back, I say: "Mamoru-san, you're faster than I thought. But, you know something cape-boy?. No one tells me what to do!". Then, I quickly take my elbow back, and shudder as I feel it making direct contact with his stomach. I hold back a bit though. I don't want a pissed off Moon princess behind my back, now do I?. As he (again) doubles over, this time bitting his tongue for not groaning, I jump away. I finish just in the edge of the cliff, my right foot aching so much I feel like if I had a hell down there. "Did you understand now?. GO AWAY!", I tell them. There's no time for telling them my story. They'll never let me. If I let them catch me, they'll inmediatly sent me to mental hospital, and in there I'm never going to be able to escape, no matter how smart I am. "Reiko-chan", at last that brat of Usagi used my true name, "what are you doing?". I smile, a true smile for the first time in this evening of hell, and answer: "I'm going to jump". I see them openening their eyes in horror. "What?. But, Reiko-chan, why?". "Because I'm so tired of living that I decided to finish myself. Any problem with that?". Minako seems to awaken of a very long dream. A quick look to my watch makes me realise two things: one, the hour has passed, so Minako can move freely now, and two, this is how they found me. I forgot this damm wrist-communicator Luna gave us was also a way for locating the others. They must have followed my signal, and they found me. I slap myself mentally, making them three now. Minako then moves her jaw, trying to get all her control back: "Reiko-chan", she says her voice sounding a bit strange. Her vocal cords must be aching, "let us help you, we are your friends". I nodd, and close my eyes. I can feel her voice reaching my brain, awakening memories of the time we spent together, of how we laughed, how we fought . . . I close my eyes hard, enclosing the memories again. No, this is my descision, and no one can take it away from me. I open my eyes, and say sadly, though a sardonic grin is on my lips: "You were never my friends". I wonder if I can legalize their surprise expressions. I can make a lot of money out of it, you know?. I can see it, "Incredibly stupid-looking faces, two for ten yens!". I continue, amusing myself for the changing on their faces: "You were never my friends. You don't know me. You were just a cover I used, so they wouldn't catch me. You're just and excuse for me, a load I must carry . . . but now, no more". Mamoru has raised again, and asks: "They?. Who are they?". I realise I have talked too much. My only option is to jump now. There's no coming back. There's only this way . . . Hiroshi, I'm coming. Three steps separate me from my death. I take one step back, and I see as they try to run towards me, in an attemp of stopping me. "Don't", I say, raising my hand. "Don't come any closer. If you do, I'll jump". They freeze on their tracks, and I see they're desperatly trying to think of something that might stop me. Again, they don't have *me*. They've relayed too much on my smart observations, and they don't know what to do if I don't tell them. I realise I'm enjoying this a little bit too much. It feels so good to see them hurt, to make them bleed, to make them experience the worst pain and torture ever . . . I take another step back, and I can feel now the sea breeze caressing my back and legs. It's a welcome call, because forever I'll be part of them . . . as soon as I walk one more step backwards. As if they had thought it at the same time, they all raise their hands, and call for the power of their planets. Four cries pierce the air, and magic is unleashed. I notice for the first time that Mamoru doesn't say a thing, he just closes his eyes and is enveloped by light. As the light dies, I see in front of me Sailor Jupiter, Venus, Mars, Moon and Tuxedo Kamen. I grin, and without even taking my power-stick out, I close my eyes, and wait for the magic to surround me. As I open my eyes again, I see they're very surprised. I know they're wondering how did I transform without even whispering the words?. All that screaming and yelling was never necessary. If you have the right mind control, you can easily transform with just thinking it. "Hold on right there!. How dare you posess the body of one of my dear friends?. You've made a terrible mistake youma, and now you'll pay for it!. I am Sailor Moon, champion of justice!. I'll right wrongs and triumph over evil monsters like you!", says Usagi, with the familiar hand gestures. "And I am Sailor Mars, Senshi of fire and soul!. I will never allow you to live after what you've done!. In the name of Mars, I'll punish you!". Rei's speech wasn't much more original than Usagi's. Here comes Makoto. "I am Sailor Jupiter, Senshi of Thunder and protection!. In the name of true friendship, I'll punish you!". The same thing than the two others. As I see Minako opening her mouth to speak, I yawn, and say: "Yeah, yeah, I know what you're going to say. You're Sailor Venus and etcetera, and bla, bla, bla, and you're going to punish me, right?. Can't you girls think of something a bit more original?, And you Tuxie, don't even think about saying yours, 'cause it's the worst of all. How can you always come out with speeches about love, romance, pure hearts, pure dreams and that type of stuff?. Just stop talking and fight!". I see as five five sweatdrops appear on their heads, and the girls blush, while Tuxedo Kamen coughs to hide his embarrasment. The question is just over their face, but they keep quiet. Good for them. I'm in no mood to be answering questions right now, less let the one who dares asking live . . . as a matter of fact, why wait for them to make the mistake?. Why not kill them right away?. I mean, they are from no use to me . . . and I enjoy a lot making people suffer . . . I bet if I killed Usagi first, the rest, and specially Mamoru-san would be so sad they wouldn't even put up a fight. I think a bit, and see that when I hit Mina-chan was for my purposes, but I never intended to make her suffer. But, when I hit Mako-chan, I liked what I was doing . . . seeing her bleeding, the look of hurt in her eyes . . . everything was so . . . fulfilling. It felt so good . . . so right . . . I bet that if I took the time for it, I could think of five different ways of killing them, slowly *and* painfully. Torture would feel so good for me now . . . yet, I have no time. I carefully look by the corner of my eye, and see just thirty centimeters separate me from falling. I grin, and turning around to face them, say: "It ends now . . .". I see Minako, no, Venus, waving her hand, and I know what she wants to do. She wants to stop me with her Love-me Chain, but I can easily dodge it. I see the small yellow hearts appearing from nowhere, but it's too late. The descision is made and the step taken. I gracefully leap into the empty space, and feel as the sea breeze brushes my legs, my bare arms and my face. A smile is on my face, as I now know my torture will end. I hear a cry of desperation above me, but I don't even care to look up to see who screamed it. I fell a hole on my stomach, as if I was going on a roller coaster . . . though this is a roller coaster I will never return of . . . I close my eyes, waiting for the impact to arrive. Everything seems to be happening in slow camera . . . the sound of waves is no longer audible . . . the rush of the wind on my ears doesn't reach them anymore . . . I can see flashes in front of my eyes . . . pictures of happy moments . . . the true happy moments I spent with you Hiroshi . . . that day . . . that doomed day . . . replays over and over on my head . . . bringing some tears to my eyes . . . but, I fight them away . . . there's no reason to fight anymore . . . I'm coming to meet you . . . we'll be together again . . . forever . . . partners forever . . . partners till the end . . . And then, it ends . . . Author notes: Well?. What can I say?. Told you action was coming. Not that it was BIG action, but that's the best I can do!. I never said I was an action writer!. Abyway, don't think that just because she jumped things are over yet . . . as a matter of fact, from now on, explaning starts. Yes!. You'll finally get what in the name of Mercury was I always talking about!!. Who was this Hiroshi character Ami always kept mentioning?. Well, read and finf out on chapter 3!. As usually, email me with your comments and criticisms, Even flames, (if necessary) will be accepted!. My adress, (actually it's my mom's) is ,I-ll be waiting!. As usually, Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi, and this is just a fans work to *her* own wonderful work. See ya!