Catch Chronicles
Warning: First chapter is a cross-over to the Sailor Moon universe. No specific season, since I'm no expert. Oh well. This fic will eventually contain potentially R-rated stuff, so get out, kiddies. But not this chapter, at least. Eventual fan service cross-overs are inevitable, this is a FAN fiction. Be warned again, I am not a Sailor Moon fan, so expect some butchered personalities. I'm sorry in advance.
No infringement of copyright is intended, and no profit is desired from this work. Something-something-something, I guess. I dunno. All rights to respective authors/owners/etc.
"Maybe there are some characters who aren't meant to exist. Some combinations of traits that make a character too 'strong' on paper. Maybe some combinations of traits are too strong to stay fiction. Perhaps I am one of those characters. I'm real, now. Still can't manifest in your world, but I can still talk through my author. To tell you the tales of my adventures. Maybe, just maybe, you'll enjoy them. Your mileage may vary.
"Maybe I should start a little with who I am. What I am. You can call me Zane. Zane Akechi, officially. I answer to a lot of names, though. I am a traveler. Of worlds, to be specific. And time, apparently. Although I prefer to pretend that all worlds and times are next to each other and overlapping in a timey-wimey ball. As you can tell, I have no fourth wall. Everyone else, so far, that I have met, does, though.
"I'm about six foot two, with flowing bishie-quality emerald hair, and pale gray eyes. Very, very stereotypical fandom craft, on average. I apparently have a set limit to my powers, but they're so expansive that I stopped around the time I figured out I could compress time for myself to the point where I can basically throw a million punches a second, if I have to. Without breaking my hands because of the physics involved. Yeah. I'm way, way too strong.
"I suppose a monologue might not make a great first chapter, but I can't really say I want to start off with some deranged cross-over into another world. But I guess that glowing green spiral portal really doesn't want to give me a choice. Here we go."
Zane stepped, gingerly, into the portal, waving his hand over his shoulder as he went.
"Well, this world is pretty normal. Nothing obvious to indicate where I am."
And then a Kaijin attacked. Zane blocked the incoming punch with the back of his arm, the sleeve of his badass longcoat was apparently undamaged, even though the thing had spikes AND blades on it's hand. Claw. It was most certainly a claw. Zane countered with an improbable roundhouse kick, sending the monster of apparently Japanese origin tumbling away. He remained in the position resembling leaning over from the waist, to make a quip.
"Well, that narrows it down to about one third of Japanese hero fiction. Lets see... Kamen Rider? I could only be so lucky. The last time I dealt with something other than, the little girls were too busy cuddling my coat and loving my hair to help me fight it."
By this time, the monster had not only gotten up, but run away.
"It should have known better than to attack a character with technicolor hair anyway."
And then the teenage girls showed up. High school girls. Five of them. And surprisingly... They didn't seem to be charging up to help deal with the (ironically escaped) monstrosity. They'd been shopping. One, with long, long black hair, noticed the badass longcoat, and technicolor hair, and pointed, whispering something to the one with the azure bob-cut, while pointing, the audacity of it. Zane walked over.
"Let me guess..."
He pointed to each in turn, starting with the blonde with the twintails, going down the line in rough order.
"Usagi, Ami, Rei, Minako, Makoto?"
As he expected, they got defensive. Guessing five girls' names is one thing. Guessing them all right, in order, would sort of set off a blip on anyones' radar. The fact that these were the Sailor Senshi just made them even more cautious, and at this rate, Zane was going to get a beating. The tall one with the rich chocolate hair spoke up.
"And you are?"
"Zane. Dimensional travel, and all-around hero of a million worlds. Not that you'd believe that."
"Of course we wouldn't. What kind of story is that? Do you think we're stupid?"
"Stupid? No. I don't think you're stupid. I think you've heard grander, more ludicrous stories in the past, and are fairly smart, perhaps more-so than myself. Anyway, the Kaijin got away, too bad. I'll go look for it, you enjoy your shopping, alright?"
"Kaijin?"
"Yeah. It looked to be some sort of vine-based monstrosity. I dunno, honestly. It felt out-of-place."
"Out of place how?"
"Like it's from a different world. Anyway, I think I ought to get looking for it, I don't think it can shape-shift. At least, not into anything remotely human. See you around."
After which, Zane walked over to the nearest alley, happening to be the same he'd fought the monster in, and jumped at the closer wall, then kicked off, and wall jumped up to the top of the buildings, pulling out a small camera phone. It didn't turn into anything, actually. But he did press a few buttons, and a floating holoscreen showed up. A red blip headed away showed against the green and gray map of the area, and Zane followed by leaping deftly from rooftop to rooftop, following the map with one eye. The other, of course, was on buildings on the path. When the red blip stopped, Zane took the opportunity to close the distance a great deal with a short-range teleportation technique, landing just behind the vine monster. He turned off the phone, slipped it into his pocket, and stood facing the vaguely plant-like creature. He pointed straight at it.
"Stop, fiend! I am Zane! Warrior of justice, Traveler of worlds! In the name of the moon, I will punish you!"
"Wow, stealing my line much?"
The blonde from earlier had somehow caught up, without her friends. Zane couldn't even begin to comprehend the Ex Machina that had created that appearance. He didn't question it. Instead, he just shrugged.
"So what if I did? It's not like I expected you to use it."
The girl pulled out a wand of some sort, and did something flashy with it.
"Moon Prism Power, make-up!"
Well, the ensuing actions are fetish fuel so complex I cannot dare begin to lay my masculine tone to it. It's easier seen than described with words. Anyway, once it was over, her outfit was... A Sailor Senshi uniform. Zane sighed, and kept his eyes on the monster. Too young, too young, too young, too young. No lechery.
"Well, lets get this over with, got it?"
She pulled off her tiara, and nodded with a sort of confirming sound. Zane crouched some, prepairing to jump at the vine creature. Sailor Moon was the first to make her move. She threw the spinning, glowing Tiara at the monster.
"Moon Healing Escalation!"
The Tiara-chakram struck the monster, and froze it in place. This may or may not have been the intended effect of the strike, but Zane saw it as an opportunity.
"Catch Kick!"
Zane jumped at the monster, swinging his leg around in a stronger (than earlier) leaping roundhouse kick at the monster. His foot was followed by a trail of silver-white energy. The arc of his kick followed perpendicular to the arc of the Tiara, and the resulting collision left the monster with a large cross-shaped energy residue hanging over it, as it exploded into a potted plant.
A while later, Zane stood with the now-civilianized Sailor Moon, and nodded to her. She was a bit dorky, now that he thought about it, but he wasn't going to mention it. He shrugged, and a green portal opened, signaling his next adventure awaited.
"See ya, or not, Kid. Hope things go well for you from here out."
