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SPECIAL NOTE: Word is being evil, which is why all of the fics I put up this week are messed-up, which was unknown to me until yesterday. I'm ficing the problem by going into a different program and re-formating them all, which is taking me a VERY long time! I'm just glad I have this much patience...

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Pretty Soldier Sailor Moon, it's characters, or its ideas and themes. I'm using it w/out permission, and w/ no intention of profit. Sorry fan-fic black market. ::Grins evilly::

NOTE: I'm putting all of my wonderfully-insane friends in this, but it's not gonna turn out like the last time-a Gundam fic entitled ShootingStarr. No inhumanly-strong and talented people this time, and I'm not gonna make myself say "Go to hell' every five seconds.

Also, I'm making this fic be way more realistic. I don't really live in an insanely-lavish mansion in the boonies with my grandfather--I live in a neighborhood with my twin sister and mom. And I don't have an incredibly on-the-level mother--mine still thinks the internet is evil and that people can easily imitate other people--on AIM!

'NOTHER NOTE: Like most of the 'fics I've been putting together lately, this is just me being a dumbass. Besides, I want to try and write a fic that isn't Gundam, and the idea seemed funny.

Time: 4:07 PM
Date: 6-14
Mission Status: Unknown

Keli and Jenn walked into the Investigator's Office after Jenn managed to almost crash into Karen's Miata as they drove into the lot. "Jenn, I told you to let me drive," Keli stated as she waved politely to the office assistants.

"I can at least drive better than you can!" she retorted.

"I haven't run over any helpless animals," Keli muttered. This comment sent Jenn whining.

The two were twins, although at the moment it wasn't very noticeable. Keli's hair was held in a braid that went down to her waist, and the Nike shirt and baggy jeans she wore showed that she obviously didn't mind the summer heat. Her blue-green eyes shone brightly, and her height of 5'5 wasn't boosted any because of the tennis shoes she wore.

Jenn looked completely different: her hair was left down, and fell only a little past her shoulders. Her eyes were the same color as her sisters, but she looked much taller, due to a pair of 4-inch heels.

Their personalities were the main indication on who was who. Keli spoke in a lower voice, was sarcastic, and had a tendency to say exactly what was on her mind-which got her into trouble hundreds of times with their mom. Jenn, on the other hand, had a higher voice, was just generally mad, and usually took out her aggressions on Keli. The two walked into the back without saying a word-well, actually, Jenn was sniffling.

"Let me guess," John began, pointing at the sniffling Jenn, "you laid on the road-rage guilt?" John was the tallest person in the group, and also the only boy-which he didn't mind. He had dark skin, short black hair, and brown eyes. His main outlook on life was that everyone around him could take risks and be insane-but he wasn't about to. He also thought of himself as the only one in the group that was actually mature-which was a big misconception ((Note to John: Hey, you made me the scythe-obsessed freak in your fic. And you gave me a bimbo name. "Kelly!" How dare you?! Go to hell!!).

Karen looked up from the computer she was tampering with and said loudly, "Jenn, stop whining! The rat died a while ago!" Her sarcasticness was nothing out of the ordinary. She wore her shoulder-length red hair down, and her blue eyes matched well with them. As usual for Karen, she was working on the computers, relaying her sarcastic sense of humor to Jenn as she whined.

"It wasn't a rat," Jenn mumbled, "it was a squirrel."

"Rats are squirrels with bushy tails," Rachel retorted, glancing up from the paperwork she was busy working on. Rachel was the perverted-but-funny blonde girl. Her wavy hair went down to just above her shoulders, and she had bright green eyes. Her I-don't-give-a-rat's-ass attitude was a good thing in the little group.

"Don't make her cry," Emily muttered, glancing at the sniveling girl. She was as short as Karen, with short, wavy blonde hair, and blue-gray eyes. She was usually rather quiet and proper, but could be as perverted as Rachel.

Keli sighed, "Jenn, it was a freaking rat. Get. Over. It."

"But-but-"

John started snickering, "Keli, you're making your neesan cry."

Keli glared at him, "Go to hell." He shrugged, and got back to work. The truth was, the six ran a small investigations' bureau. Everyone but Rachel and Karen were sixteen, and those two were fifteen. The group started two years ago, and worked on cases no one else in the city would.

John glanced at the computer screen as an e-mail came through. "Hey guys, we've got another investigation to look in to here." The five crowded around the lone computer as John opened the mail. It explained about a group of girls in Japan that was saving the town from strange monsters. The group was called the Sailor Senshi.

"Okay," Jenn muttered. "Sailor Senshi?"

"This e-mail's from Japan," Karen stated, looking at the senders name. "The investigation would be considered a huge vacation though."

"It could take months," Emily said.

Keli grinned, "We'll take it!"

The group turned their gaze from the computer to stare at her. "What?" they all demanded.

"You heard me; we'll take it. I always wanted to go to Japan. And the e-mail says here they'll pay for food and expenses. That includes plane tickets."

"Hmm," John began, "we might as well. Even if we don't find anything, it'll be a vacation at least."

Keli grinned, and began typing in an acceptance letter.

~ END ~

*((Please read down!))

**How'd ya like it? I was bored, and the thought came to mind. Hmmme and my friends in the Senshi--verse scary scary!

***N-e-waz, I want some reviews for this! I work hard--well this is kinda my first day in a week typing more than a paragraph--for only the satisfaction that there are people that read the stuff I come up with! Fellow 'fic writers, you agree with me that writing takes a lot of time I'm sure. But I'm sure you also agree with me that it's fun to see what people think of the works of you infinitive imaginations.

****I'm gonna go now, I've got more work to do, and I'm in the process of convincing my mother that writing for free is rewarding. She wants me to write originals and try to get published. I say, "Not while I'm in high school. I have more important things to worry about." Writing isn't my life. ::Grins:: Computers are!

*****OK, must. Stop. Typing! ::Grabs the keyboard and tries to throw it out. The keyboard's magical-addiction powers make her put it down and start typing some more:: Damnit!! I'm gonna work on something else now!! Ja-ne, minna!!