Author: Felipe Poseidon
Fandom: Sailor Moon
Characters: Sailor Pluto, Sailor Saturn
Genre: Yuri
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sailor Pluto sacrifices herself to save existence by concealing herself in the time capsule. When she goes out, she’s in our time, and she seeks for a long lost memory.
Notes: Story written for the Secret Coconut, a fic exchange promoted by the community Saint Seiya Super Fics Journal. It was written for Rei Hino-Tsukino, based on her prompt. Thanks for the idea and I really hope you enjoy reading it! :D
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon doesn’t belong to me and this fanfic isn't meant to make me any money. There are some parts of lyrics from Evanescence’s song Oceans; there are also no intentions to profit out of this.
Warnings: This fanfic follows Sailor Moon R and S’s canon, emphasizing the anime’s universe.
The cold wind and the smell of humidity oppressed the girl’s will to stand up. Once again had she fallen down; never had she fought such a difficult battle. Her strength wasn’t that wakeless after all.
War had once again fallen over the Silver Millennium, but this time the power of the soldiers didn’t seem to be enough. One after the other, the sailor scouts were crushed by the dark waves that came from inside Chaos itself.
All of them had sacrificed everything. She should be the one to cast the final blast. With her whole world falling around her, she didn’t want to be the one to walk away.
She raised her scepter and little by little stretched her long legs and stood up. Her elegant long dark hair flew along with the wind as if it was a fair occasion. But it wasn’t. Darkness surrounded, as thick as it can be, making it difficult to see, to breathe and to move. She was sweating uncomfortably: it was her very fear flowing through her skin.
Frightful rare moments like these are graceful, for it is when the most beautiful spawns flourish.
‘Guardian of the door who suppresses the dimensions of Time, Chronos!’, said she, with a low firm voice, ‘aid for me once again!’. Using all that her body could give, Pluto raised high up the key and the orb, her most dear treasures.
‘Light!’, she thought, in tears. ‘Finally, some light!’
She knew the price she was paying. The corpse of her dearest one lay on her side, as she could now see. ‘I think I finally understand what it means to be lost.’
She fell exhausted into that hideous place where she had once been imprisoned. It felt like water, but it was not liquid nor cold nor hot. It felt like primeval life. The time capsule was a dimension excluded from the other dimensions; a non-dimension, so to speak. There was land, sky and ocean, but there was no temperature, no smell, no noise. The sea was dark, but it looked pale in contrast with the sky covered by black clouds. Every now and then, a lightning would cut the sky, but even the lightings were colourless. And there was the silver door, as tall as the tallest mountain, as heavy as the greatest rock. Absolute solitude, an endless universe inhabited exclusively by herself, the guardian of the door.
‘Grey, white and black.’, she thought. The lack of colour reminded her of those weary eyes.
‘Saturn...’
It was almost as she could hear the voice of her loved one. Now, deprived of sensations in the time capsule, her mind could be filled with the best feelings she has ever had. Such fair skin, such ebony-dark hair... such sweet kiss. In her deadly coldness, Saturn smelled of funeral roses. Nothing has ever surpassed that feeling of being a real one, completed, loved, seeking for nothing more.
Were these memories from past or future? How many ages ago or forth? Pluto did not know anymore. There was no such thing as time in front of the silver door. She would soon start losing her memories and the lifetime she had lived last would be gone. Countless times has she done so, erased her own life to save the universe... this was, after all, her inglorious mission, given to her as a gift and punishment before time itself was created. To sacrifice herself above all was her duty.
Saturn’s duty, on the other hand, was sacrificing all living beings. Pluto was able to make Saturn’s fury asleep by concealing herself in the time capsule. Such opposite yet complementary forces of nature.
Both of them were at the brink of the eternal fight of Light and Dark... Pluto herself was Light’s strongest weapon, whereas Saturn seemed to be more useful to the twisted logic of Dark. However, both of them had such strong might that Light and Dark was beneath them.
Once they both received the grace and punishment of guarding these strong forces in the name of Harmony. This fact was her first and most important memory. Her reason to be, the only memory which would never be erased. However...
‘Cold flower lips...’, she could physically feel them as she spoke. This memory shouldn’t have survived after the primeval deal.
The feeling of their skins connecting, the complementary opposites of the two goddesses. Death and time. Destruction and salvation. Doomed to attract and repel each other forever.
But it was all over now. She had to go. Never could she know how long she stood in the timeless dimension, but she should go out once more.
‘Cross the oceans in my mind, find the strength to say goodbye...’, thought she, shedding a silver tear. It shone as sparkling as diamond but it reached the ground. For a minute or so, it coloured white the dark surface where she stood, but it passed, melted, shadowed. It was gone, her core dropped down as emptiness filled her soul. Little by little, the sweet deadly face of Saturn disappeared from her memory. She was ready.
The unknown feeling of cold dark lips over her sorrowful skin would soon become a long lost memory to be seeked for. By opening the silver door, she would be reborn as a human being in a new era, and she would only know two things: that she should zeal for Harmony, and that she needed to recognize what that long lost feeling was.
Countless times has she done so.
The big city looked like stars in the sky at night. Her name was Hotaru Tomoe. Tall for her age, skinny due to her fragile health, her short black hair could almost disappear in front of the equally black sky. She had been running away from her father.
Dr. Tomoe had always been a respectful scientist who educated his daughter in the absence of a mother with the best of teaching and tutoring. However, recently, he seemed to have changed; he would force Hotaru to sit for hours inside his laboratory while he touched her with strange devices and made her drink horrid liquids. She could not study or play anymore, and she started to feel unbearable pains in the chest after drinking the medicine her father gave her.
Right before running away, her father did the worst so far: chained her to a stone wall in the room underground and pointed some kind of light to her forehead. When the reddish light touched her skin, she felt like she was about to fade to black and threw up. Irritated, Dr. Tomoe released her and shouted at her. ‘Why are you so damn fragile, child?!’ Scared, she started running with all her strength. And she hadn’t stopped so far.
She was in the city centre of Tokyo now. It was late night, and maybe she was looking like a crazy wanderer. She did not care. What would she do? She would receive hard punishment as soon as she arrived home. She could never go back. As a child wearing medical robes and running unstoppably, she was indeed calling attention to herself. But her looks didn’t matter as much as the dark amount of energy she concealed within her body.
‘She’s no daemon, she’s a girl!’, said the beautiful woman with greenish long curly hair.
‘Indeed... but don’t you feel the energy? It’s gargantuan! And dangerous! Could she be the guardian of Silence?’, asked the other girl, rubbing her golden short hair.
The two sailor scouts stood crouched behind a tree. They did nothing but observe. They had forgotten how cunning Dark could be when dealing with extreme forces like Saturn.
Not far from there, another woman walked wandering in the streets. Her name was Setsuna Meioh, a brilliant girl who had always achieved all her life goals. As one of the most successful doctors in Tokyo, rich and beautiful at the age of 21, what else could she ever want?
But she had never felt happiness, and she had gotten used to the bitter taste of her daily tears. An ominous voice was always present in her head. ‘You’ll never find what you’ve been searching for’, it said. She agreed.
But when she closed her eyes and felt the cold of death on her cheeks, she dared to dream. ‘Heaven help me find a way to dream within this nightmare’, she used to pray. ‘Something to fill the void and make up for all of those missing pieces of me’. She didn’t believe she would ever find it, but it existed.
Lost in her thoughts she heard a scream. A girl’s voice in despair, not far. She had been trained to rescue people at medical school, so she followed the noise. After trespassing a labyrinth of city streets, no human movement noticeable along the way, Setsuna arrived at a dark corner near an abandoned park. Hotaru Tomoe crawled on the floor in pain, as a black aura suffocated her. She couldn’t help but to scream as loud as her lungs permitted her. It wasn’t the first time such crisis happened to her after being played with by her dad.
Setsuna approached to help the girl. Maybe she was having an epilepsy crisis and needed immediate care. Or maybe it was hypothermia, as it was such a cold night.
‘Girl?’, asked Setsuna calmly. ‘Can you hear me?’
Instantly Hotaru directed her wild eyes in direction of Setsuna, who felt a sudden rush of blood in her heart. Fear. Death. Cold. And yet, sweetness. How could a child bear so many feelings in the eyes? As she approached her hand to the girl’s body, these feelings rose sharply. The smell of roses was almost disturbing.
She couldn’t see it, but it was clear for the Sailor scouts behind the tree that there was a purple symbol glowing on her forehead now.
‘She’s one of us. See?’, said Neptune, pointing at the scene.
With a stoop, Hotaru’s hands failed and her innocent face fell down to the floor. In absolute silence now, the girl’s body shook violently and the shadow around her got bigger and suddenly threw Setsuna away; harmed but conscious, she opened her eyes. What was all that? She didn’t feel any emotion but pity for the girl’s weary eyes. Slowly her body became light and hot, and she felt an urge to shout. Almost involuntarily, she uttered:
‘Pluto planet power, make up!’
The glow of purple rays flowed from her chest, smoothly surrounded her up in the air, and gracefully dressed her as a soldier. The legs were covered by leather boots, the body was worn by a sailor uniform and on the forehead there was a diadem which shone more than any star in the night sky. In her right hand, a scepter was conjured and, by being held through her fingers, it made her mind explode in memories from past lives and unmemorable times. As if she experienced an instant big-bang, Sailor Pluto was born. Now she knew it: in this life, she should banish the Silence’s threat in order to keep Harmony alive. She was the guardian of time and she had a fine alliance with the Princess of Moon.
‘Deadly scream’, said she, calmly, while pointing the scepter to the dark aura. In no time, the shadow disappeared and left the girl unconscious on the floor, peacefully.
‘She’s so beautiful... and now she’s safe.’, thought Sailor Pluto, kneeling by the girl. ‘Hopefully she will forget such horror when she wakes up.’ The smell of roses invaded her nostrils. Now she knew she was a goddess who had a mission and impalpable might, but even so, by unimaginably unexpected as this was, all the void she had felt within along her life was still there. Would she ever remember what that feeling meant? So many memories appeared in her mind, so many battles and promises, but she was not yet complete. She kissed the girl’s cheeks and shed a tear. Death’s lips touched her sorrowful skin, but it was unnoticeable. All she could do now was depart.
While jumping on top of the buildings, Sailor Pluto didn’t realize she was being followed by two silhouettes.
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