Luna's
Plight
by
Rebecca Ann Heineman
Pretty
Guardian Sailor Moon and the characters therein are the property of
Naoko Takeuchi.
I don't own these characters. Please don't sue me, kill me or make
me sing at your next party. I shatter windows with my
screech.
Luna sat in her soft
prison bed, and wondered if she would ever escape and find the moon
princess. She looked up from the basket to gaze at the clock on the
wall with ever mounting dread. The second hand, each tick mocking
her, moved with unyielding certainty to the hour of despair.
The moon cat sighed, looking downcast knowing what was expected of
her in a few minutes. She turned her head to glance at her empty
food dish and water bowl with fluid that had passed its expiration
date. "Grr..." She uttered in unison with her growling
stomach.
Her owner, as she had been calling herself and who was attempting
to starve the feline as punishment for bad behavior, was nowhere to
be seen. This suited the cat fine. She stretched out and yawned
then proceeded to try and find any way out of the room she was
locked in. A check of the windows and doors found no method of exit
this day, as it had been for the weeks she had been living
here.
Living, ha! Some living, thought the obsidian shaded feline. Luna
slowly walked toward the center of the room and then sat next to
the large table like object located there, hoping that the thing
would just crumble into moon dust. She gulped and stood up, ready
to flee, as some rustling was heard in the room beyond the
foreboding locked door that blocked her freedom.
She had to escape. She had to be free. Ever since she had gotten
out of that stasis tube and ended up here, hardly a moment had
passed that the black furred moon cat didn't think about the task
she was given by Queen Serenity so many years ago.
Find the Princess, awaken the 4 Guardians and stop Queen Beryl from
taking over the Earth was her mission in life. Luna had no idea
what hells she was going to travel through to accomplish her
mission, but she never in her wildest dreams had expected this type
of torture. It looked like she was going to cross into yet another
level of pain as the doorknob slowly turned and the bane of her
existence entered.
The woman was a slender middle aged American in a nice dress, blond
hair and held in her arm several sheets of paper and a purse. She
quickly shut the door and locked it to keep the feline inside.
"Why, hello there!" She sweetly smiled at Luna. "Are you ready for
today's session?"
Luna sat down again and curled her tail around her body. The tip of
the tail, tapping the floor, betrayed her anxiousness. She
unblinkingly watched the woman cross the room and sat at the bench
that was adjacent to the large table like object she wished would
just explode.
"What's the matter Luna? Cat got your tongue?" The woman giggled as
she reached for a tape recorder and inserted a blank tape. "Are you
ready?"
Luna's silence was her answer.
"C'mon, you were a lot more talkative last week. Anything?"
Luna turned her head so wouldn't have to look at the woman.
"I've got tuna." The woman produced a can marked StarKist. "Isn't
this yummy?"
Luna was a cat and her instincts couldn't resist. She slowly faced
her tormentor, took a few steps closer and jumped onto the top of
the piano that heralded another session in utter
embarrassment.
"Now, that's a good kitty. Mommy's got a new song for you today."
She placed the sheet music on the stand on the piano so that the
cat could clearly read the lyrics. The woman patted a few ivory
keys on the keyboard to get the base pitch in her head.
"Ready?"
The black moon cat readied herself for her absolute shame, but it
was a living. "Meow."
"Here goes." The woman pressed the record button on the tape
player. She played a jingle on the piano with Luna sitting in utter
silence.
"Now Luna... You know what you have to do, right?"
The cat glared icily at the woman and ever so slightly, nodded her
head in agreement.
"Take two." She played the jingle again.
Luna thought in her head. I've got to escape
and find the princess. She's got to be more intelligent than this
woman.
The cat sang....
"Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow."
The woman sang...
"I want chicken, I want liver, Meow Mix, Meow Mix, please deliver.
I want chicken, I want liver, Meow Mix, Meow Mix, please
deliver."
Once the song ended, Luna looked at the woman dead in the eye.
"You're taking the credit for this travesty. Not I!"
The woman grinned. "Of course, that was our agreement." She pulled
the tape out of the recorder. "This is a perfect recording! The
commercial is going to make me a mint."
The moon cat sighed and quietly plotted her escape for the one
hundredth time. "When I get out of here, the first girl I find, I'm
making her Sailor Moon and hiding out at her place. I'm NOT doing
this again."
Author's Notes: Please review my story. It makes me feel oh so happy and prevents me from switching your tuna with cat food.
Last edited on Wednesday, November 29, 2006