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 It
had been two months, twenty-one days, some number of hours. So long ago it
seemed, so cryptic. Well, to Indigo it was, like it had been two thousand
years. The woman never wanted to remember that night, the night her cousin,
Kagami…<o:p></o:p>

 Oh,
and the murder she had preformed. A mysterious serial-murder that no one could
explain, as if a mythological little tale that everyone assumed was just
‘poetic justice’. She shook her head, her long black hair flowing in the wind.
Gray eyes were looking up at the concrete as she stepped off the train, headed
up the stairs toward the actual city of Tokyo. It hadn’t been her first time
going, and it most likely wouldn’t be her last. Idly, she shoved her hands in
her pockets, and began to walk, already knowing that she was headed toward her
Aunt and Uncle’s house. It would take an hour’s walk, but she decided that an
hour of walking would be better than twenty minutes on a train. She stared up
at the sky, the moon held high. <o:p></o:p>

 When
she had committed that crime on that lonely night, Indigo had made a promise.
She would never take that form again. The form of a murderer, a serial killer.
No, that was not Indigo…that was some other strange, deformed woman. Twisted,
murderous, downright evil. That was not Kazan Indigo. Kazan Indigo was a good
person. Kind, sweet, and suffering inside. <o:p></o:p>

 She
continued walking, staring up at the sky. It was actually a pretty clear night,
and as she watched the sky, she soon realized that there were an awful lot of
shooting stars suddenly appearing. Most people didn’t seem to notice, but she
did. It was her nature to just stop, and well…enjoy the nature. She let out a
sigh, and stopped, letting herself admire the sky for once. It had been a long
time since she had let herself do something like this. Not since winter had
started, and now it was well into spring, and still she hadn’t even bothered to
look at the sky aside to see if it was rainy or sunny. She shrugged, a sign of
her suffering, perhaps. Now it just was time to move on…<o:p></o:p>

 Well,
her admiration was short lived; as soon people were stopping to groan about
some unexplainable cut they had received. She looked around, noticing at least
half the crowd was complaining now. Chills ran down her spine, and she turned
quickly, seeing that out of nowhere, large crystals had suddenly appeared,
shattering to become mirror demon-people, all giggling oddly. <o:p></o:p>

People
saw this and began to run away, leaving Indigo in a mass of panic, yet the
mirror demon-people seemed to only lunge at her, leaving Indigo only seconds to
duck as they missed her. She made a run for it, dashing down the street toward
where she began, the train station. Just as she was within a few yards, she
jumped, managing to land on the sign, before jumping off again, and continuing
to take off down the sidewalk. She made a turn at an alleyway, realizing that
it was a dead end, and cursed beneath her breath. This was bad; this was very
bad. <o:p></o:p>

She
heard the sound of the deformed giggling, and turned. There was the pack of
about five demonic mirror figures. She stepped away slowly, realizing that
there was a trash can right next to her. She grinned, and picked it up, hurling
it at them, and watching them all shatter into pieces. She let out a sigh of
relief, mentally claiming victory, as she walked down the street, but stopped
after a few seconds, as all the figures reformed, causing Indigo to be
surrounded by this mass of…well, mirrors. Now there was no escape, and it
seemed that physical attacks weren’t going to help, either. <o:p></o:p>

So what
was she supposed to do? Pray to some god? Nuh-uh. Not her style. It
looked like she’d have to fight to the end, and probably be killed in the
process. Well, if that was how it was supposed to end, then may she go down
fighting. <o:p></o:p>

 Just as she got into a fighting stance, when
something whispered in the back of her mind. Chills absently ran down her
spine, and she heard a voice begin to rise. The want, the need to succumb to
the other side, the murderer, the bloodthirsty serial killer… <o:p></o:p>

She ran
at the demons, and gave a roundhouse kick, sending one into a wall, and watched
it shatter. She then grabbed the leg of another, and swung it into two other of
the mirror demons, watching them all break, and she finally ran up to the last
one, and threw it into the pile of the others, and watched it shatter with the
rest. No, she didn’t need that side; this would be just fine. There would be no
need for a murderous being to awaken in Tokyo. <o:p></o:p>

The
beings began to reform, and she sighed, preparing again. They’d fall
eventually, and then not get up. That’s what she hoped, at least. <o:p></o:p>

And as
two hours of this onslaught passed, it was not helping to prove her right. <o:p></o:p>

The
voice had risen from a whisper, to speaking, to now booming in her mind, and as
she punched the demon with a now very bloody fist, she let out a sigh, but
refused to give in. There was no way that she would let herself surrender to
such a cruel being. Again, the beings reformed, and she ran to attack again,
feeling the fatigue of this fighting was taking a toll. <o:p></o:p>

She
slammed her fist into the first one’s chest, watching it shatter, and her
entire arm was dripping with blood as the fragments cut away at her, but did
not embed themselves in her flesh. She stepped back, watching the other four
approach, and she let out a scream as they grabbed at her arm, ripping the
sharp, yet glassy claws into her flesh, blood splattering all over the demonic
mirrors, as they seemed to giggle madly. Indigo let out a gasp, as they seemed
to continue, bringing her into a highly fatigued state. <o:p></o:p>

‘It
looks like I may have to face death after all.’ She thought to herself, finally closing her eyes to slip
away into an eternal sleep, and the booming in her head overcame her senses.<o:p></o:p>

A few
fluid motions, and one single phrase, and Indigo was gone, Sailor Io in her
place, a lack of fear, or any sort of emotion in her eyes, as she pointed her
fingers at the four-and now reforming to make it five-mirror demons, and she
smirked.<o:p></o:p>

“Lava
Wall,” She said coldly, watching the boiling attack completely burn the mirror
demons, turning them into puddles of hot glassy goo, then to dust, until there
was nothing left for her to attack with. Io brushed a hair off of her face,
eyes closed. <o:p></o:p>

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There
was no way for Indigo to now deny it; this was her fate, and she had to embrace
it. To be this…serial killer, a murderer, a woman with her hands painted red.<o:p></o:p>

She was
a Satellite Senshi, a guardian of all that was right, and yet a murderer,
someone who had performed the ultimate crime. This was the fate Kazan Indigo
had to embrace; whether she liked it or not.<o:p></o:p>

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