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Sakura clung like a limpet to the blond wing nut's waist as she drove the red motorcycle down the freeway at 100 miles per hour. Sakura was also somewhat mollified by the fact that her blond companion was screaming obscenities into a mobile phone while driving one-handed and dodging ONCOMING TRAFFIC!
Sakura Avalon was eighteen and a super model just like her best friend Serena Moon. Sakura had left Readington because of everyone's high expectations of her. All she had really wanted was to be a normal teenager and have fun. The fact still remained that she could never BE a normal teenager because she was the mistress of the Star Cards and a magic user. Serena could sympathise with Sakura because she had all the same problems as her redheaded partner-in-crime did. In fact, they were worse!
You see, Serena wasn't just a magic user, she was the great Sailor Moon and her other titles included; Princess Serenity of the Moon Kingdom, Future Neo Queen Serenity of Crystal Tokyo, Eternal Sailor Moon and Sailor Cosmos, Ruler and Defender of the Universe, Queen of the Stars. Needless to say, Serena was NOT HAPPY. All she had ever wanted was to have a loving husband, caring friends, adoring family and all that crap. She didn't want to rule anything except her own life. It had gotten to the stage where she got drunk once or twice a week and went on raving about how fucked up her life was. Occasionally, Sakura joined in on the Drink-And-Rant sessions.
Serena was twenty-one and wanted by men all over the world. Her once sunny and innocent personality had done a complete 180. She was re-known all through New York for her beauty, intelligence, sarcasm and, most of all, her vocabulary. Serena Moon was re-known for her very colourful language. Several languages, in fact.
Serena's once ankle-length hair was now waist-length in a silken sheet and left loose, her skin was slightly tanned and the big cerulean eyes that gleamed wickedly were ringed with long, nearly black, lashes. Her once chubby cheeks were high and sculptured, tilting her eyes slightly, and her lips were a pouting red cupids bow.
Sakura's hair was also waist-length but curly and were like rubies that had been spun into hair with black highlights instead of the usual brown. Surrounded by eyelashes a shade of Bloodwood, her eyes had lightened from emerald green to the colour of the first new leaves in spring, the kind you look up to see sunlight pouring through. Serena had once said that they reminded her of a line in a poem; Natures first green is gold.
Her eyes looked huge in her small pointed face and, if she had had pointed ears, she could have been mistaken for a pixie on holiday.
The dynamic duo were on their way from the airport to the penthouse/night club they owned in Domino. The 'conversation' Serena was having was with her now presumably ex-boyfriend. Sakura considered this a good thing since she had every intention of setting her up with someone who could handle her at the first possible chance.
Sakura cringed as she remembered why they were in Domino City to begin with.
Sakura was here to make amends with her Guardians, family and, hopefully, friends. Serena was here because Sailor Pluto had come round and threatened to put bad luck on her if she didn't get her ass into gear and accept the life Destiny had planned for her. Fortunately, Fate came round later and made some kind of deal with the peeved moon princess that had all three of them blind drunk by 8:00pm and out clubbing, to which all three deeply regretted when they woke up next to some guys they didn't know.
So they had packed and set off with the Guardians Sakura had made a while back.
The Moon Guardian was Luna and had, in fact, once been Serena's adviser Luna. Because of her abilities as a moon cat, added to her new abilities as a Guardian were two false forms as well as her Guardian form. Her primary false form was her human form only her eyes were brown and she wore normal clothes. Her second false form was simply her original form as a small black cat.
Her true, or new, form was a large black cheetah with the dark silver markings where the usual black ones would be. She was done up like an Egyptian cat but the earring held a small moonstone. Her wings were black and bird-like with dark silvery feathers here and there.
She was currently squished in between the two girls and forgotten.
The Sun Guardian, Sol, she had made with a little help from Serena. Sakura had made him almost exactly like Yue but for a few little changes. Instead of being past his ankles, his white hair hung just above his shoulders in a straight feathery cloud and his slitted eyes started as golden-yellow around the pupil before darkening to orange, then red. Where Yue's robes had been silver, blue and lavender, Sol's were gold, sunset orange and flame red. His big white wings glowed with an inner radiance like the setting sun. Also, his mannerism was more, say, feral.
He usually went through the day teasing Serena and Luna but he practically hero-worshiped Sakura. At school he had sucked up to the teachers expertly so no one believe it if someone told the teachers he had done something wrong. He also happened to be the school's resident bad boy. His straight A's, a cool exterior and dashing good looks had girls falling all over themselves trying to talk to him. Of course, he couldn't go to school in his true form so Sakura had given him a false form. The only things different in his false form were the wings, the robes, his eyes were dark blue and normal, his hair was black and he didn't glow luminously.
Sol had come ahead to ensure the rooms were liveable and the staff knew they were coming.
And lastly, after much debate, Sakura had recreated Kuronue from a fading wandering soul she had come across in a forest near Osaka. Kuronue was the Guardian of Sakura's Star. Kuronue was something of an anomaly, even to Sakura. He was about seven feet tall, slender and elegant, with very long, inky-black hair pulled back in a high ponytail fed through a witch's hat.
His face was sharp and expression cold, but you could see some sort of light in his eyes. The outfit he wore consisted of an artfully torn vest, pants, a waistcoat, leather armbands and bangles, knee-high leather boots and a gold and silver pentagram pendant embedded with blood-rubies. Kuronue had large wings that made his delicate, slender body seem bigger than it really was.
His false form was around sixteen or so, only around six foot and black hair still up in a high ponytail but noticeably shorter. His luminous violet eyes were a pretty green surrounded by heavy eyeliner, his face was hella-lotta pointier and he'd substituted his witch's hat for an Indian-style headband. When he wasn't in his school uniform, he wore a red vest, white tank top, black jeans and black Nikes.
He was using the name Duke Devilin while in human form. Serena found the name rather amusing. But they all liked him, even though they didn't really know where he came from. He was actually really nice once you get to know him. Kind of like a humanoid cross between Suppi, Kero and Ruby Moon. Though, granted, he was the team's resident sociopath.
Kuronue had been in Domino for some time setting up a power base of sorts, getting the names of all magic users in the area, making connections and alliances with the local Youkai, etc. It was truly surprising how much he'd managed to dig up in such a short time.
And then there was the vampire who lived with them. His name was Michael. He'd been changed at around fourteen or so and had a very short temper and a very long rune-sword, a weapon imbedded with runes of power. His black streaked crimson hair hung into his dark-lashed, cat-gold eyes, framing his pale angular face.
He was currently safely in a moving box on his way off the plane and into a van which would deliver him to the penthouse. Had to do with the whole Vampire + Daylight Ash 'n' Dust thing.
Sakura was dragged out of her thoughts by Serena hitting the brakes and pulling a 180 turn into a space in front of the warehouse-turn-club.
Sakura snarled and scrambled off the death-trap Serena called a motorbike.
Not waiting for her companion to catch up, Sakura stalked through the doors of 'Devil May Cry', a dark dance club that played loud metal that sounded eerie, unearthly and hauntingly beautiful.
Sakura staked up the line, earning herself a couple of glares and grumbles. When she reached the front, she stopped long enough to give her ID to Sion, the bouncer, for inspection, and walked right in. Even at noon on a school day the place was packed.
The once-warehouse was dark with flashed of blue, purple and grey. Evanescence's "Haunted" pounded out a solid beat so loud in was like the dancers were in one massive heartbeat.
Dodging through the swaying crowd, Sakura made it to the stairs to the second floor without any problems, but three steps up, a hand grabbed her wrist. Switching her glare up to Obliterate, she turned her gaze onto the poor unsuspecting suspect.
The person turned out to be a mega-hot guy with tanned skin, big lavender eyes and shoulder-length beach blonde hair. He wanted to dance.
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