Disclaimer: Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon, the Three Lights, the Sailor Starlights, all other Sailor Soldiers mentioned (unless otherwise stated) and Sailor Moon are created and copyrighted by Naoko Takeuchi and owned by Kodansha publishing and TOEI Animation, Inc. This is a fanfiction meant to entertain, but not meant to make a profit. This story is © 2002 written by me, Seito no Senshi (Seishi Kou). Several years back, a young girl named Rachel Barber was murdered by her baby-sitter/friend. She went to the same school that I go to now. Recently, a story called ‘Perfect Victim’ was released. I saw it today in the book shop Sunday 6th October. It shocked me that something like this could happen. I may quote from the book- only one or two quotes though. The fanfiction ‘The Perfect Victim’ is written by me, based on this story. Many things have obviously been changed, but overall, the plot is based on the sad story of Rachel Barber. I don’t mean any disrespect to the people this story was based on. Small note: Peoples. Please. No shit about me having (O_o;; evil grammar) too many stories out. It’s going to be this way. I’ve decided to update at my pace. Me. It’s all about me. Starlights: ¬.¬ Seito: ^^;; and you of course… ~The Perfect Victim.~ ~Prologue: All things come to pass…~ A silent person watched three people- or rather, the one in the middle. The other two did not interest her as much. No, for now, it was the one in the middle that she wanted. Her hand lifted the camera, and she started taking some quick shots of the lady in the middle. Her eyes gleamed with some excitement as she admired the curves of the young lady. Long hair tied into a ponytail, strong but maybe… faint muscles. Showing as she struck a pose. The plan was ready… The young woman sighed, gazing back at Sailor Starfighter once more, before melting into the shadows. Hands holding tightly to a sheaf of papers protectively, lists written in a neat and legible hand. ‘All things come to pass…’ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* They’re heads snapped up, faces going serious as they heard the shouts. “Starlights!” shouted Fighter, as they teleported to the area where the screams were coming from. “Una,” she gasped. The shoujo was on the floor, eyes wide with fear as she gazed up into the youma’s face. “Be careful- we might hit her if we attack,” murmured Healer. Maker said nothing, only looked for a weakness, probing with her power. “Fighter! Fighter!” gasped Una. She was terrified. “Daijoubu, Una,” smiled the Starlight reassuringly. The girl immediately calmed down, her faith in the Starlights showing in her eyes. “On the count of three…” murmured Healer. Fighter and Maker stared at her, but she waved them away. “The youma is harmless,” she declared. And with that she moved- ducked, avoiding a blast sent her way, gathered the taller girl into her arms and jumped out of ‘harms’ way. “Star Serious Laser!” in the next moment, the youma was… Gone. “Fighter!” Una latched onto Fighter, and held on tight, never letting go. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ‘All things come to pass…’ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Two young women sat at the edge of a lake, in holding a picnic. “You know, you shouldn’t have been very scared,” murmured Fighter. She stared at her friend. It was almost amazing how similar they were. Both were the same height, both were more androgynous then feminine, and both had long hair. Una however had blonde hair, and her eyes were a startling light grey. “I know. But I couldn’t help myself,” blushed Una. Fighter chuckled. “Have some tea.” Una pressed the cup into her hands. “I don’t know…” Fighter grimaced. “It’s nice. You’ll like it.” ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ‘Fighter. All things come to pass…’ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* A young woman woke up, grey eyes widening in shock as she looked around. She sat up, slowly taking in her surroundings. “Oh you poor young girl!” she flinched as a kindly old lady bustled to her side fussing with her blankets. “Where… where am I?” she croaked. She looked at the grey-haired woman beside her with trepidation. “You’re in my home. My son Ru found you near our farm…” the young girl brushed a strand of her blonde hair out of her face. “Who….” Her grey eyes saddened… “I can’t… Who… am I?”