"The Chains of Destiny"<br>
Episode One of Three-"Shattered"<p>
	
	This story began as one of my many, many, MANY weird ideas. Now,
some quite graphic things will happen, but don't let that turn you off to
the story. It takes a look at Sailor Moon that I don't think many, if
anyone, has seen before. Enjoy, and even if you don't, don't hold it
against me. It's only a story.<br>
	Now, enough of that. Enjoy it, please!<br>
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	(Usagi, First Person)<br>
	'You little spore!'<br>
	'How could you!'<br>
	'What did you do to my room!'<br>
	'Just leave me and Mamo-chan ALONE!'<br>
	'He's my boyfriend, not yours!'<br>
	'I can't believe you're MY daughter!'<br>
	'Of all the memories I have of Chibiusa-chan, so many of them are bad ones. Even though....<br>
	My grip tightens on the little girls hand, even as my arm is strained from holding onto the cliff edge. I can hear her, whimpering, sobbing, feel her cling to me. I grit my teeth in frustration....<br>
	Chibiusa-chan no baka... It's all HER fault! Why did she get so close to the cliff? I can feel my grip on the ledge slipping...<br>
	"Help..." I cry, even though it's nothing more than a whisper, but I pray they hear me. I'm so afraid of falling, of plummeting to my death.. And despite it all, or maybe in spite of it all, I feel the ledge begin to crumble away. I clench my eyes closed tightly. I don't want to see the end...
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	But, instead of the rush of falling, I feel a strong hand grasp my arm, and pull Chibiusa-chan and I to safety. I feel those same strong arms embrace me tightly, and I open my eyes finally. I look around the group, all my friends were their, and then I look into Mamo-chans eyes.<br>
	"Mamo-chan!" I cry happily, holding him with all my strength. I can feel Chibiusa-chan also, and I flinch inwardly. Why does she always have to be here?	<br>
	"I'm so glad you're both safe, Usako, Chibiusa-chan..." Chibiusa-chan, the spore, the cause of ALL of my problems...<br>
	"What happened, Usagi...?" I hear Rei-chan ask, and look up at her, and start to answer.<br>
	"I fell, I got to close to the edge, and Usagi saved me!" Chibiusa-chan cries, cutting in before me. I can feel my anger building up like a bonfire.<br>
	"It's a miracle we got here in time..." I glance over at Terra-chan, warmly, smiling. She looked like she was about to cry. Of all of my friends, excluding Mamo-chan, Terra-chan was the person who was always there for me.<br>
	"Yes, it was. And if we hadn't..." Minako-chan shakes her head sadly, her voice fading away. I glance at her, then at all my friends, and lastly on Chibiusa-chan. They don't understand anything, they don't know how I feel at all...<br>
	"We're so happy you're alright, Chibiusa-chan..." And, with those words, I snap, I can't take it, I can't take it anymore! I stand up, pushing Mamo-chan away, and back away, away from my 'friends', Mamo-chan, and HER, shaking my head in disbelief.<br>
	"None of you care about me, do you?! It's just HER!" I turn around, away from all of them, and run... I run...<br>
	And they followed me, found me when I was worn out. They seemed so different, except Terra-chan, who was on the verge of tears again, Chibiusa-chan, who looked totally clueless, and Mamo-chan. However, the rest, they all looked so mad at me, mad that I had ran... I summon up all my anger, and scream at Mamo-chan... No, he has to be 'Mamoru' now....<br>
	"I HATE you! I see him shudder at those words, but now, now they don't seem like so much of a lie. "I'll never marry you, that little BITCH will NEVER BE BORN!!!" Tears are streaming down my face, blurring my vision, but still, I can see THEM, their looks...<br>
	Ami-chan-Complete disapproval.<br>
	Minako-chan-Bitter annoyance.<br>
	Rei-chan-Raging like a fire.<br>
	Makoto-chan-Like a storm, she looks like she's going to explode.<br>
	Terra-chan-Utter shock.<br>
	Mamoru-Patience, trying to be understanding, but I know he's getting
mad...<br>
	Chibiusa-chan-Plain bewilderment, doesn't she know what she's done to me all this time?!<br>
	Hotaru-chan-Silent rage.<br>
	Haruka-san-Barely controlled anger.<br>
	Michiru-san-Calm disappointment.<br>
	Setsuna-san.... Hers is the worst of all... Calm, only cold, no emotion at all. I can already hear her answer to my tantrum, and I can't believe it.<br>
	"You have no choice." Her voice, so calm, her face still a cold, emotionless mask. It chills me... But still, who am I supposed to be? No choice at all? "The future has been predestined, and you have no choice." My anger flares up again, I stare at her in shock, try to form words. But her eyes... I feel my strength sapped and I sag in defeat. All my anger... I couldn't stand up to the ice in her dark red eyes.<br>
	However, I have a renewed sense of hope when I hear Terra-chans next words. "I won't be involved with this! We can't treat Usagi-chan like this! She's a human being!" Setsuna-san stares her down, and my hope dies.<br>
	"She has no rights, she is the princess, and she will be queen."
Terra-chan left then, left me to THEM.... My tears fall silently, as the group crowds around me.<br>
	"Who is going to watch her?" Haruka-san asks, but after that, the voices all blend as one.<br>
	"It should be one of the Inner Senshi."<br>
	"But who?"<br>
	"How about Minako-chan?"<br>
	"That's a good idea. She is the leader of the Inner Senshi."<br>
	"Minako-chan, will you do it?"<br>
	"Of course I will."<br>
	I suppose that's why I'm in my room now, with Minako-chan chatting happily, as though nothing has happened at all. When I don't reply, she sighs, and picks up one of my Sailor V manga, and starts reading it. All the while, I twist my ring, the ring Mamoru gave to me, the ring that was a bond of our love, around and around on my finger. I slip it off, holding it up in the light. It sparkles faintly, as I glance at Minako-chan, as I set it down on my desk. That ring... It symbolizes so much, so much love. It has meant so much to me. But now.... Everything has changed, and I just don't have the love in my heart that I once had. I hold in my tears, I don't want Minako-chan to even talk to me. I don't need her compassion anymore, just as I don't need love anymore...<br>
	Mom calls us down to dinner, and Minako is cheerful again, even though I can barely eat a bite. Ironic, isn't it? Me, Usagi, who normally has sevenths.... I can't stop thinking about them, about my treacherous friends. I can feel my parents concerned looks, but they ask nothing. Even Shinjo-kun is quiet... They try, and succeed, on paying attention to dinner. I close my hand around the blade of my dinner knife, and glance around the table. No one is paying attention to me, as I slip the knife up my sleeve.<br>
	"May I be excused?" Mom is startled. I never ask to be confused.<br>
	"Of course, Usagi-chan. I hope you feel better." I stand, and smile, then push my chair in.<br>
	"I'm going to take a bath, I feel dirty. I know I'll feel better then..." I walk away.<br>
	Once in the bathroom, I close and lock the door, and set the knife on the counter, then go to the tub, kneeling. I turn the water on high, it feels 
hot, not scalding, to the touch. I stop up the tub, then stand. I begin undressing, my blouse first, then my skirt. I let my clothes fall to the ground, then stair at my reflection in the full length mirror mom put in for me. Standing in my bra and underwear, I can feel the steam from the water.
It is ready, so I fully undress, and toss my undergarments to the ground.
Before I get into the water, I take the knife, ten go to the tub, and get in.
I sit down, in the overly warm water of the almost full tub. I turn the water off, then lean back, placing the blade of the knife to my left wrist. "I won't let them control me." I would scream, but I can't, and I want to so much. The pain of the cut is so sharp, but I've felt worse. I've died before, but this time it will be for real. I shifted the knife to my right wrist, and with a swift motion, sliced it. I let the blade fall. No, there was no turning back, no running away. I let my arms fall, into the water, as I lie back and wait...<br>
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	(Minako, First Person)<br>
	After dinner, I glance at the clock. It's been a half hour, she should be ready. After excusing myself, and finishing my fifth serving, I get up and go upstairs. I grin. Even if Usagi-chan isn't eating, I seem to be eating for the both of us. The bathroom door is still closed when I reach it, 
steam wisps from under the door, so I decide to wait. I go into her bedroom, and take the chair from her desk, then go back to the bathroom door, and set the chair down. I sit down, then start to talk. About the weather, school,
which cat food brand Artemis preferred, everything that came to mind. Except about earlier that day. Yes, I had been mad at her for running away, but Setsuna-san... Setsuna-san, I couldn't believe what she said. As I talk, time
passes by, but Usagi-chan doesn't answer, I can't hear a sound from her at all, only my own breathing. I sit in silence, and the minutes drag by. She really must be mad, or dirty, or what ever... I stand, then go to her room. I check her clock-It's been another half hour, how long is she going to take?
I go to the bathroom, and knock on the door. Still, no answer.<br>
	"Usagi-chan, are you alright? Answer me, please? I know you're mad, I know you don't want to talk..." I shake my head, and turn away from the door.
"That's it! Be that way! I don't care!" I storm away, angry.<br>
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	(Chibiusa, First Person)<br>
	I watch Minako-chan storm down the stairs from my place at the open front door. I walk to her. "What's wrong, Minako-chan?"<br>
	"She won't answer me!" She says, sounding annoyed. I smile.<br>
	"I'll go talk to her, I have to apologize for making her mad..."<br>
	"Oh alright, but I know she won't talk." She leaves, and I go upstairs and stand before the closed bathroom door.<br>
	"I'm sorry, Usagi, please forgive me. I love you so much, and I hate when I get in the way..." I bow my head in shame, remembering all the horrid things that I've done to her. The list goes on and on. "I know why you're mad, I always mess things up, but I can't help it. Please, Usagi, forgive me." Nothing. No answer at all. Just silence, broken by my own breathing.
I feel fear grip my heart, What if she's hurt and can't talk? I know only one thing to do, and I hope she doesn't get even madder at me for doing it...<br>
	I go downstairs, quickly, to the kitchen, feeling as though I don't have much time. Once their, I take a butter knife from a drawer. I look at it. I have to do this for Usagi, and then I go upstairs. I try and get the lock to come undone, using the butter knife, and somehow, it works. I ease the door open. "Usagi?" I ask. No answer. I see her clothes lying on the floor, and slowly I move my eyes towards the bathtub.<br>
	I fall to my knees, staring straight ahead, at her partially open
blue eyes. She's looking at me, lying in the tub. Full of her own blood, and water, it's spilling over the edge slightly.<br>
	"Now you die...." She whispered, a knowing grin on her face, as she closed her eyes one last time.<br>
	I started screaming, as my mind shattered like a mirror.....<br>
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The End Episode One of Three<br>
Episode Two, "Desperation"<p>

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<div id="FooterAd" style="background:#DFDCCF; border-top:1px solid #393939; clear:both; display:none; width:100%!important; position:relative; z-index:999999!important; height:90px!important"> 
<div class="adCenterClass" style="display:block!important; overflow:hidden; width:916px;">
<div id="footerAd_container" style="display:block!important; float:left; width:728px">
<iframe id="lycosFooterAdiFrame" style="border:0; display:block; float:left; height:96px; overflow:hidden; padding:0; width:750px"></iframe>
</div>
</div>
</div>