Hello everybody! I is back!
(please be nice, lie, and say you missed me!)
So here's a new story. Sort of... it's actually some sort of sequel to "Fiery Tales". I am planning on writing a more "proper" (and longer) one later on. But some asked for this, and quite honestly, even before the idea was suggested, I kinda wanted to give it a try and see how that whole female Seiya could work and fit into the original story.
I honestly think I have a thing for these two as a couple (don't kill me!). And, well, I do think FT is probably one of my best fics; it's different to anything I've ever written, and I'm quite happy with the end result.
Anyway! If you never read "Fiery Tales", then there are a few things you may not understand about this particular story...
If you don't like girl on girl scenes, don't read this.
If you like Seiya as a guy, don't read this! I may add Him here and there, but trust me, you'd hate over half of this particular story!
And if you're under 18, you shouldn't be readying this at all... but I'm not a cyber cop, so... just don't tell your parents on me! I really don't want to be the one held responsible for corrupting young minds... though I know one almighty all powerful lady living in Italy that would say it's already too late for that. But that's completely off topic and besides the point here!
As usual, all characters belong to the one and only, Naoko Takeuchi. Sadly, I'm still pretty broke, so please don't sue me!
You already know the deal, so let me know whatcha think!
1
She jumped off right on time, flipping in the air and gracefully landing quite a few feet away from the now crushed bench, as a ball of dark energy hit it and the thing blew up into pieces. Without even taking the time to contemplate the now completely ruined park's furniture, she turned around to look at her opponent again; a tall, robust, strange looking piece of garbage.
Literally.
It smelled terrible, and all she could think of right now was how much she wanted to dust it so she could go home and take a long shower, praying to all and any high being she had enough soap to take that revolting odor off of her. Her silent, mental prayer taking a sudden pleading tone when the thing burped.
It burped!
The strong, almost intoxicating smell coming off of it made her stomach jumped up in pure disgust, and she turned her face around, covering both her nose and mouth with her hand, trying to protect herself from the burning, disgusting smell, as the distinct sound of high heels hitting the floor right behind her reach her ears.
The soft, far more welcomed scent that reached her as she turned her face around made her closed her eyes in silent gratitude, not really bothering on checking which one of her Senshi fellows had showed up to the scene.
First, because she figured, the more the merrier. And she was so desperate to take that shower by now, one more Senshi meant making the dusting part faster, so they could take that large piece of garbage back to where it belonged -preferably far, far away from her.
And second, but by no means any less important or irrelevant, she could recognize that scent anywhere. Even with that nasty, strong, burning smell almost blocking it completely.
And... was it her, or with every new attack, these youmas kept on turning bigger, uglier and nastier -though not necessary stronger...- than the last one?
"Oh my..." came Sailor Neptune's voice, slightly nasal and muffled as the aquamarine haired Senshi kept one hand over her nose, obviously as disgusted as she was at the strong odor, and trying to block it away.
"Holly..." came a groaning comment from the newly arrived, confirming her suspicions as to who the third Senshi coming to help her and Neptune was. Again, and though slightly different, she could recognize that voice anywhere, anytime.
Along with that deep, annoyed edge to it. She had heard it quite a few times, after all, with herself purposely being the reason of the annoyed tone to begin with.
Not that she could help it, really. Or tried. Despite her hectic life and her sided, seemingly never ending job as a Senshi, she did enjoy to experience some sense of stability. So of course she did a few things now and then just for argument's sake, and for the healthy, passionate, demanding, good old make up sex session that inevitably came right after it.
"Was that absolutely necessary?" was the question that, despite their current situation, and with the help of her line of thoughts picturing some nice, quite vivid images in her mind, made a sided, small smile come to her lips.
"You missed the best part" she pointed out, smugly, briefly eying the youma before looking into midnight blue eyes, tilting her head to a side.
Black, perfectly lined eyebrows came together at her comment. "Do I wanna know?" Sailor Star Fighter asked, obviously catching her ironic, mocking tone.
"Probably not" Neptune answered her, still covering her nose, as the three of them contemplated their smelling enemy, as it seemed to be gathering strength to launch yet another attack.
"I think I need a shower" Fighter grunted, shaking her shoulders as if trying to get rid of the smell and then cracking her fingers, frowning both in her trademark kick ass stare, and in disgust at the large mass of smelling, rotting garbage in front of them.
"Me too" Neptune agreed, frowning too, though she guessed it was more out of disdain than disgust.
Again, a smile made it to her lips. "Lets get this over with, already" she said, getting ready to jump up again and dodge the up coming attack.
"Right there!" came a female voice from behind a tree a few feet away from them, and she turned just in time to see a blonde woman hiding in there, and a guy holding up a camera, pointing it right at their faces.
"Damn it!" she cursed, as the woman's outburst caught the youma's attention.
The woman rearranged her hair, putting up on a serious face a she positioned herself right in front of the camera, microphone in hand. "We are here, live, to witness yet another strange attack from what it looks like some kind of monster two of the Sailor Senshi and a mysterious third woman are trying to..."
"Get out of here!" Fighter yelled out, in a demanding, deadly serious tone, as she reached up her hand, calling out her own attack and sending an exploding light right towards the youma, successfully diverting its attack, making the dark, hideous mass of energy land into a tree nearby instead of the woman and her cameraman.
Seemingly unimpressed, the woman stood her ground, now extending her microphone to Fighter. "Please, tell us, what is your name?" she asked. "Are you a part of the Senshi team, like Tuxedo Kamen?"
Fighter blinked. A half surprised, half annoyed look upon her face as she looked at the blonde journalist's direction, still a few feet away from the trio. And completely missing the flash of dark energy the youma suddenly called up on, sending it straight to the black haired Starlight.
"Watch out!" she yelled, jumping up and into Fighter, bringing her down with her to the ground, barely escaping the attack by a few inches.
"Damn it!" Neptune cursed between her teeth, as she raised her hands, now really pissed off. And lady journalist had probably a lot to do with the aquamarine haired Senshi's sudden bad mood.
Neptune hated nosy journalists.
They all did, actually... specially when said nosy journalists got in the middle of a battle.
"Deep Submerge!" she screamed out, as her other two companions landed on the hard, bricked floor.
Fighter grunted out in pain, both at the unceremoniously, painful way her behind came in contact with the ground, and at the air being sucked out of her lungs as another long body landed, just as unceremoniously, on top of her.
She looked down on Fighter, first worried at not having been fast enough. But then she blinked at the rather unfamiliar feeling of two round, soft, generous breasts pressing against hers, as a pair of unmistakably familiar midnight blue eyes looked up into her green ones.
Well, that was a first... and a nice one, at that...
"Thanks" Fighter said.
"No problem" she answered, frowning lightly.
"Did we miss the fun?" came Jupiter's voice, as the Inner team joined them.
The youma, seeing the newly arrived Senshi and probably feeling cornered by now, threw an attack at them. They dodged it easily though, and jumped off and away from the dark ball of rotten energy.
"Hey!" Mars complained. "How would you like to have me firing up your ass, you giant piece of garbage?"
"Don't!" Mercury yelled, stopping the Senshi of Fire before she could throw her attack at their opponent. "We don't know what its main components are!"
"It's just a piece of garbage!" Mars complained, yet again.
"Burning garbage can be dangerous to people's health, and to the environment!" Mercury pointed out, rolling her blue eyes. Long fingers covered in white gloves typing fast on her Mercury computer. "It may be toxic..."
"Oh..." Mars mumbled. "Well, there goes my fun..."
"How about some Moon Power, then?" Sailor Moon asked, innocently shoving her Wand.
"Um... would you mind?" Fighter asked, successfully making green eyes looked down on her again.
But when she didn't move at all and kept on looking down on her, a somewhat strange look upon her face, Fighter frowned.
"Battle?" she asked, pointing at their arguing friends and the still quite alive youma they were supposed to be fighting. "Right over there?"
"Right!" she said, finally jumping on and off Fighter, and extending out her hand to help her up. "Sorry" she mumbled, shaking her head and blushing lightly.
Again, Fighter frowned. "You alright?" she asked, somewhat worriedly.
"Yeah, sure" she was fast to answer. "Why you ask?"
"I don't know..." Fighter mumbled, tilting her head to a side. "You just seemed kind of... off... just now..."
"Ouch!" came Venus' scream, making them turn to look at the younger blonde, now laying in all fours on the floor, with a rather angry frown upon her face. "That hurt, you ugly beast!"
"Looks like they need a hand" she said, making Fighter turn back to look at her, as her trademark sided smile came to her lips. "Shall we?"
Fighter smiled at that. "Rock an' roll, baby"