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Minako never once regretted the choices she's made in life. She knew that the moment she accepted Artemis' companionship, and subsequently the transformation pen he gave her, that her life would never be the same.

She's never looked back once.

The friends she's made, the people she's met, the countless number of lives they've saved, it was all worth it. It was well worth the sacrifices she's made for herself, to protect the ones she loves and will continue to love. She knows that years from the, the world will flourish and part of it is because of her.

Even still, there's still part of her that wonders what might have been. What could have been, if she had said no all those years ago. Especially tonight, as she stands outside a sold-out concert arena to her favorite idol, ear pressed against one of the doors so she could listen in. Could that have ever been her? There were days where she liked to dream it was.

Rudely interrupted by someone telling her she couldn't loiter and listen, she stuck her tongue out at their retreating back.

"Just you wait! That'll be me in there one day!"

Probably not, but she still had visions of bright lights and adoring fans. She sighed, contently, and then promptly pressed her ear against the door again.

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"Listening behind doors won't make that happen," another voice cuts in. She looks different, with dark hair and darker eyes, but somehow it's Ami. Her mouth curves upward in an anticipatory smirk. The voice is a trifle too cold.

It's been a long time since she's seen Minako. It's been a long time since she's had anything to do with the senshi girls at all. But sometimes, in her dreams, they still appear before her. Sometimes they appear like this: younger, smiling the way she sees them in those glimpses of memory.

She shuts her mind against those thoughts, and glances towards the door. "So, why not go in if you want it?"

Minako looks back sharply, regarding the girl with momentary confusion in her eyes. Somehow, she knows this girl, so she smiles sadly.

"No tickets, and the door's locked. I'm not just going to barge in!" a quick pause. "I've tried it already. I got kicked out."

"If it were me, I'd open the lock and remove the people in my way," Ami offers. She doesn't see the point in being bound by convention and rules any more. She spent long enough like that.

It's not the only option, of course. There's also disguising herself as a member of the backup band or a stagehand, or the singer herself. There's also the possibility of creating a fake ticket.

And when you can do those things, why not take full advantage of it?

Creep, creep, creep... stealth was obviously never one of her strong suits, but in her years she'd pulled off some semi-successful eavesdropping capters! Of course, they were usually made much better when it was in the company of her partner in crime...

"Ne, ne -- " she prodded as she managed to slink up the side of the wall alongside Minako. "Who's that inside, Minako-chan?"

"It's not like I'd be standing out here for just anyone. Usagi-chan! You should know! I've been going on about this concert for weeks!"

Minako sighed heavily. She would have bought tickets for herself, but there was that really cute shirt she needed to have, and then her mom wouldn't give her any more money...

Somehow that was a cue for the other girl to weasel her way in closer in order to get a better view from the crack in the door. "But we can hardly hear what's going on from out hereeeee," she whined, a pout setting in to her lips. Pulling herself away, she crossed her arms over her chest. "There has to be a way for us to get in..." Usagi trailed off.

Then, suddenly, as though a light had gone off, she perked up again. "Wait! I know!" she chimed, reaching into her pocket and pulling out the disguise pen. She lifted it high into the air with a sense of triumph. "I'll be able to get in no problem with this!"

[the door is well-chosen. the concert has ended, and judging by the swell in volume, the idol is heading right this way. prepare to be squashed as a huge sea of fans starts pressing in behind you, but at least you have front dibs!

the doors are slammed open by several intimidating bodyguards in the stereotypical gear of suits, ties, sunglasses inside a building, and earpieces. they're glaring at every single person in the squealing mass, then making a barrier with their bodies--

and then, there she is.

she's gorgeous. perfect, even. big cornflower blue eyes with long lashes, hair shining so softly that it must be spun gold. her dress is incredible and flaunts her perfect hourglass figure.

the idol is smiling brightly and lovingly at the crowd of screaming fans, and starts making the rounds for cell phone photos and autographs. she even hugs those bold enough to ask.

eventually, she'll be heading your way.]

[This was it. This was her chance to meet her! Minako stood her ground like a practiced fangirl, digging the CD she brought with her out of her messenger bag.

This would be a hundred times better than seeing the concert. She was going to meet her idol! Excited wasn't the right word. The others would be so jealous! She invited them to go, but no, she was the only one dedicated enough. Who wanted to go see some dumb movie they've already seen again?

She held onto her CD and pen tightly, bouncing in her spot.]

[blowing kisses, signing, taking pictures with each fan - it's second nature now, and she drinks in the adoring screams like wine. she takes her time, being a genuinely grateful diva, causing fans to swoon and squeal--

and that's when she sees Minako.

Mina freezes. it's for such a small moment that no one but her bodyguards notice, watching her intently as they're trusted (and paid) to do. she smiles suddenly, and does an odd little motion that only her men understand - and in seconds, the limo is pulled up, Mina is striding purposely towards it, and Minako is being gently pushed that way as well.

Mina sits in the limosine and leans out, beckoning.]

[Kanda never had a lot of faith in Minako. She was the only women that always had him under some sort of pressure. That angry and frustrated pressure because half the time she had no filter. An idiot of a women. He watched her pressed against the door in suspicion.]

What are you up to now.

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lawl meet your canon sue future self? also your post totally walked into this

sobbing future self

WOW HOW FUCKING LATE IS THIS JAYSUS

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