Bam bam bam bam bam

The pounding came from the other room. It grew louder and swifter.

Bam-bam-bam. Bam Bam-bam

Barely audible were the grunts of a woman. She was struggling with something.

Bam-bam-bam.

The noise echoed through the small apartment. The greens and pinks of the decorations shuttering with each pounding. Nephrite awoke groggily to the noise and stared at the clock next to the overly feminine bed. 4:37 am. What could that woman be doing this early? Nephrite covered his ears with the nearest pillow that wasn't already under his head and fell back to sleep.

Meanwhile, a Kino Makoto pounded away at chicken bits. Her day began early today and it would not end till long into the night. She smiled to herself at all the wonderful recipes she would be making, en masse, today.

Confetti and ribbons were everywhere. The center of everyone's attention was on a large cake that was not quite normal. For this event, a benefactor's dinner for a liberal-minded charity organization, the cake had been designed to hang from the ceiling. It was gorgeous. Vibrant warm colors held up by odd metal poles with hanging beads. Everyone was wondering if it was stable enough. Everyone except those in the small out of the way kitchen. There, Makoto spared herself a second to smile as she slaved at her hard won business.

She knew the cake would hold. It wasn't the 1st time she had made a cake like this, though admittedly not at this size. The pieces of metal were very strong and the cakes were made to be more fluff then weight.

Out in the dining room sat an odd assortment of people. The highly fashionable and highly regarded mixed in with the middle class devotees to 'the cause'. Crisply cut men in suits sitting next to long ponytailed and scruffy looking men in khaki pants. Xavier was hardly noticed. The professor, in fact, was the least of the oddballs here, at least from out ward appearances.

If people knew what he really was... Well he knew what they would think if they knew. Reading minds gave some advantages. Not that he was purposefully reading their minds. It was near impossible for him to block everyone's thoughts out. Especially one happy little cook that was charmingly proud of how the dinner was going.

Fearies weren't real. They were myths. No one had any proof of their existence. Anyone who thought differently needed to seek mental help.

A smile played across an exquisitely beautiful woman's lips. There sat the mythical being that would send any man into a stupor at her sight. One of those creatures that, if you mentioned it on the mortal plane, you'd have been locked up and given meds. A Tuatha de Denaan.

She stared out with seeing eyes that passed through planes.

I adjust.

With that she reached out her long graceful fingers.

A scream ripped through air. It was bone chilling. It came loud and high pitched from a woman seated at the corner furthest from the kitchen. It changed and shifted. The scream became deeper and less human. The woman, standing, began to bend over. Her form shifted her fine black dress tearing and ripping. Her skin colored melted into a fiery orange as she mutated.

At that moment the thoughts echoing from the chef slammed shut and a wall formed between her and Xavier. Just as well. He sent out a call to his X-men. This was something that normal people shouldn't have to deal with.

"Everyone get out fast!" Makoto screamed to her employees. She shoved them out the backdoor. She gave them instructions to find the police and then closed and locked the door behind her. No use in letting them have a chance to try and get back in. 23 years old now and the fighting never was going to stop. Makoto pulled out and pen sized object and pushed it into the air.

"Jupiter star power! Make up!" the words ripped through planes of existence and left her standing, transformed, in a sailor fuku. Out to the dining room she went. There everyone still sat, staring in horrid fascination as what once was a woman screeched and shifted and changed.

Her form was bent but could have easily stretched to 8 feet tall. Her body was a disgustingly bright orange color. Scraps of her former dress still clung to her body, but nothing that could be salvaged. Whatever it was that she had become, it was all muscles. It stopped screaming and looked around. With a swift motion of an overly sized arm the table it had once sat at went flying.

The action seemed to wake up the other benefactors and they screamed and panicked, rushing as fast as they could to any exist they could find, or just generally away from the thing. It stared at them running and noticed the now sailor Jupiter. It snarled and charged, as if this had been its purpose all along. Xavier sat right in the path of its rampage.

Sailor Jupiter charged forth, knowing she wouldn't make it in time but feeling the need to try anyway. Almost within reach a second creature appeared from nowhere, all blue, grabbing on to Xavier and disappearing with him. The sight was so shocking that poor sailor Jupiter hesitated, for the barest of moments, and the monster slammed into her. It began clawing and biting at her and punching with all of its might. It took everything in sailor Jupiter to kick off the creature and roll away. She was up in a second as was the creature. It came charging for her again, but without her hesitation and its previous distance and force, it was no match. Sailor Jupiter let out a lightning bolt with no second thoughts and it went flying.

The creature slammed through the massive cake and into a wall, debris flying in all directions. What lay moaning at the newly formed hole in the wall was the woman, no longer a giant orange beast. With that the blue creature reappeared, setting Xavier down in his wheel chair.

"Looks like we weren't needed after" a male voice came from behind Sailor Jupiter. She did not feel so good about this.

(before I continue let's see what some people have to say. This is my 1st attempt at a fanfic, afterall. Suggestions would be very helpful