Rabbits and Roses
By: Prophetess Of Hearts
Prolog
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I don't own a car, I down own my comp, most of all I don't
own the Sailor Moon Gang.

~~~{~~~~@ Saturday, June 30th @~~~~}~~~

A gunshot was heard echoing in the distance, a scream followed it
a second later. Then silence. People scattered from the scene before them:
a young woman was laying in the street, shot dead in the heart, blood saturating
her tank top, her bandana astray and black shorts soon taking some of the blood
into them, on the bandana was a simple white rabbit. The white rabbits lost
another member in the battle, this one Makoto. A small blond her hair done in
buns atop her head, pigtails hanging down polled around her as she clutched to
her friend, her follower, and her confidant. The blond, wearing a playboy bunny
jersey, white shorts, and a rolled bandana with a bunny on it to, yet this one
was different; it had a slight blue outline. To a passerby it meant nothing,
to everyone else, it meant she was the leader of the white rabbits, to be followed
even into death if she ordered it. They would too because she was there for them
always, and she was caring. Makoto had taken the bullet for her. Everyone was
now gone.
The blond cried over her friend's lifeless body, blood spilling onto her
outfit as well as she cried and whispered the words through choked sobs that came
from her heart. "Makoto, you can't leave me! I need you my friend! Please I love
you; you can't let the Roses win! Fight! Come on!" her words where in vain for as
the ambulance got there to the all to familiar scene they checked for the pulse
after pushing the blond away.
They sat the blond down after realizing that the brunette was dead. They
were putting her in a body bag as the medic tried to talk to the blond. "What was
her name?" he asked. Almost if it was hurting him, though she knew it couldn't hurt
him as much as it was hurting her. That was the 5th close friend she had lost
to the Jagged Roses. The rival gang to theirs."Ma..Makoto" she said, trying to stop
from crying. She wrapped her arms about herself as if for protection from anything
and everything, mainly her friend's death.
"Is there any more to her name?" He asked in a hush tone, now realizing just
how hard it was for her to speak.
"No, and if you are thinking of contacting her family there is none." She
finally said in a soft shaken voice. To this the medic nodded.
"Is there any hope of you telling me your name?" he asked her quietly. Knowing
even as he asked like all street medics would that they never tell their name or
exactly what happened. They assumed it wasn't safe to.
"No, and please I'm going now." She said as she stood, brushed herself off and
walked over to the body that lay in the black bag they were doing up. She stopped them
and laid a light kiss on her friend's forehead and then walked away from the scene after
out of sight from the medics she ran like the devil was on her tail and went back to her
gangs hang out to change.
No one bothered her as she entered they all knew that they had lost another and
that their leader took it harder then the rest. As she was at the door after changing
into a red tank top, and red leather shorts, a red bandana on her head with the rabbit
with a blue outline once again, someone stopped her.
"I'm sorry Usagi." That was all they said. Usagi looked at the girl that said
it. It was Ami, her dear friend. She simply nodded and walked away from the hang out
for a few blocks to a toy store that was there.
She walked into it head hanging a little low, she went automatically to the
section that housed the stuffed toys. Once there she picked up a brown one, that looked
like it was tough, it had a spot of white on its stomach. She then bought it and walked
out of the store once more, bunny in hand then went back once more to the hang out, and
into a single room. In it housed about 30 stuffed rabbits all on selves that filled one
of the walls, all had a name written in gold upon it. She took the gold marker that lay
on the only table in the room, and wrote on the rabbit's side in delicate hand writing
'Makoto'. And set it on one of the shelves with the others, their names facing outward.
She then bowed her head and whispered her pray for her friend and all the other members
since the beginning that had died at the hands of others.