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Code Name Sailor Moon?
Chapter 1: Five vs. Five for the Fighting
"Wait up!" my best friend Molly said. I looked back at the girl from the Bronx, whose family moved to our sleepy little town a few years ago. Her mother ran a bakery called, 'Keet's Treats.' She used the settlement from her divorce to make the down payment, and now the little bakery was thriving.
"Hey Mol," I said with a smile as I brushed some of my thick black hair out of my face.
"I got the latest copy of Sailor Moon today!" she said.
"That's nice," I said distractedly. Molly and my other three best friends were all obsessed with anime and while I enjoyed the occasional show, they liked it if it was originally Japanese. Plus my tastes ran a bit different. Where they liked Card Captors, Sailor Moon, Tokyo Mew-Mew, Perfect Boyfriend, Ouran Host Club (Read: girl manga/anime), I preferred Dragon Ball (Z), Bleach, Shaman King, and Yu-gi-oh.
Molly glared at me from behind her wavy brown hair, which she left down most of the time, but being cut into a short bob she really didn't have much choice of what to do with her hair. Oddly enough we had the exact same colored eyes despite being different. I had mid length black hair, and was a broader framed girl than skinny little Molly.
"Lena, your hair's on fire," Molly said to see if I was paying attention.
"No it's not," I said as two sets of identical October blue eyes locked on each other.
"You're not going to convert her to your ways very easily," said a voice. We turned to see Renee was there, looking very amused. The shorter blonde ran a hand through her long hair, her eyes glittering behind her extremely thick glasses. Next to her were the other two members of our little quintet. To the immediate left of the slim and willowy Renee was the small and extremely petite blonde haired ice blue eyed Mara, and to Mara's left was the Amazonian girl with green eyes and black hair. This was Andrea AKA Andy. Her black hair was cut short, earlobe length.
"Never," I said proudly which made the others laugh and Renee and I roll our eyes. As the two most studious of the group only we cared a lot about our grades.
"Whatever, listen I'm gotta be late to our get together, soccer's probably going to run late," Andy said.
"We know, and we'll have the tutoring stuff ready for you," I said.
"I'm not completely dumb," Andy grumbled.
"I didn't mean it that way!" I said as I back peddled, my mouth tasting of my hastily withdrawn foot.
"So are you finally gonna cave and join us in our costume group this year?" asked Mara.
"I'm not putting on a blue wig and a mini-skirted sailor outfit," I said pointed.
"But you're the perfect Mercury!" Molly pleaded.
"Why not make Andy Mercury?" I asked, "At least her hair's the right length."
"She's Jupiter; Renee goes as Mars, Mara's Venus, and I'm Moon. We just need a Mercury," Molly pleaded.
"We would also need Tuxedo Mask, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, Pluto, the three Starlights, and the four Shitennou," Mara pointed out.
"For just the inners we'd need Tuxedo Mask and the Shitennou," Molly said, "Though with your name maybe we should switch S-."
"Finish that name and I will scream your real name from the tallest building I can find Molly," I threatened, "That goes double for the rest of you." The only one who didn't seem worried was Mara. Then again, out of all of us, her parents hadn't saddled her with a completely off the wall name.
"Besides, I've been thinking of switching over to Michiko for a while anyway, as my middle name means 'bitter,' according to this baby book I've been reading," Mara said.
"Alert the papers! Mara's cracked open a book!" I said earning a swat from Mara. Mara's ambition in life is to marry well and never work a day in her life, sadly to say this was more realistic than Molly and Renee's dreams of fame through singing or Andy's through professional sports and slightly more realistic than my goals of being an astronaut.
Never going to happen because I will never join any branches of the service, I mean come on me a soldier? Give me a break! I'm so clumsy I make Usagi from Sailor Moon look coordinated.
"GAH! You've infected me with your girl manga!" I screamed.
"So will you be our Mercury?" Molly asked.
"NO!"
"If it isn't the astro-nut, Bob," an annoying voice said. This was Maxwell Lord. I know, what were his parents thinking naming him that. Now this doesn't sound like it would anger me yet it does.
I attempt to ignore him but he won't let it drop.
"Didn't you hear me Bob?" he asked.
"Go to hell, Max." I growled at the little dweeb. Next to him was the unattainable of the male populous Michael South. His dark hair and exotic silver eyes could make any girl swoon. Michael was by no means friends with Maxwell, he was just walking by.
Of course I feel all the uglier whenever his girlfriend, captain of the cheerleading squad Mina Love flounces up to him, her long blonde hair pulled back in a red bow, her sky blue eyes cold pools of fire. This song I had to sing for chorus came to mind.
"April is in my mistress face…and July in her eyes hath place…within her bosom is September…but in her heart…a cold December," which translated to pretty face, passionate eyes, ample chest (September being the harvest month and supposedly bounteous) but she is cold hearted. This described Mina Love perfectly. Her best friends were Serena Moonstone, an equally cold, but extremely airheaded girl who wore her long blonde hair in pigtails, (though this was done so people didn't mix her and Mina up as they looked freakishly alike), Raye Firestone (Renee's bitch cousin) who had long raven colored hair and violet eyes, and Amy Rivers, the petite child genius had no time for anyone but her friends, her eyes a blue as ice, but also just as inviting. Her short black hair shone with blue highlights. Rounding out the group was basketball star Lyta Forests, the tall brunette's green eyes shone with malice as she spotted her arch enemy, Andy. Despite appearances, Serena Moonstone was the leader of this crew of bitches.
Ah here they come now, all perky in their barely school legal skirts, heals, and perky long sleeved polos that hugged their perfectly shaped bodies making my group feel like the Frump Squad, and I know it was intentional. Me and Serena were longtime enemies. It dates back to Brownies and she was a spoiled, self-centered, airhead even then.
Flashback
"I want blue!" eight-year-old Serena pouted wearing her cutsey overalls. It was all over construction paper
"No, I got it first!" I yelled back. I was wearing a blue stripped dress.
"I WANT BLUE!" Serena said throwing a tantrum.
"SO DO I AND I GOT HERE FIRST!" I responded.
"Enough! Lena, give Serena your blue paper and take that gray piece," the leader, Serena's mother said. She turned her back on us and Serena stuck her tongue out at me. It took Andy and Renee's quick intervention to keep me from tackling that brat.
End Flashback
Ok so paper is no reason to hold a grudge right? Well it's more than that. That was just the first incident I can remember. We started to dislike each other afterwards, glares here and there, the occasional insult thrown, juvenile incidents (such as "Whoops" moments when we'd accidentally trip into one another etc.), and as we kept going our dislike grew until the unfortunate thing called puberty gave Serena all the tools she'd need to get guys to do her dirty work. Bitch.
"I heard you and your gang of misfits were going as a group to the dance, as the Sailor Scouts of all things," Serena sneered.
"Maybe we are and maybe we aren't what's it to you, Plastic?" I asked.
"Well, Ragmuffin, it's just that we were doing the exact same thing," Serena tittered.
"Let me guess, you're going as Sailor Frigid Bitch?" Molly said.
"Moon actually," Serena said brushing off the insult, "Amy is going as Mercury, Lyta as Jupiter, Raye as Mars, and Mina as Venus. So I'm guessing Ragmuffin will be Sailor Moron, You'll be Sailor Loser, she'll be Sailor Wannabe, She'll be Sailor Bug, and wittle Mara will be Sailor Wimp." At 'she'll' Serena sneered at Andy and for 'Sailor Bug' her hand 'accidentally' sent Renee's glasses flying. Andy's quick reflexes caught the frames before Lyta could.
As you can tell they've done this before.
"We'll see, Plastic," I said, "And by the way, is that a zit on your forehead?"
"AHHHH!" Serena screamed as she ran to the bathroom, her goon squad behind her, trailed by the boy friends of her goons: Michael, Nicholas West, Zackary North, and Jarred East, with Serena's boyfriend, Darien Prince, trailing behind in his dark haired, blue eyed gorgeousness.
"Sickening isn't it?" asked a voice next to me. I leapt into the air to see one of my friends who were guys were there.
"No it's pathetic, it's the fifth time in a row that I've gotten her with that zit thing," I said.
"True," Eddy said. Eddy has long blonde hair and midnight blue eyes, but he was skinny as a rail, and had almost as bad an acne problem as I had, "Heard you guys needed a Tuxedo Mask?"
"If Lena's in," said Molly said.
"I'm in just to show those bitches a thing or two," I growled.
"Oui!" Eddy said earning odd looks from people around us.
"Knock it off you crazy Lunarian!" I said shoving him.
"Ah, you know you can't resist moi!" Eddy said pouring on his accent. Eddy is from a small Island Kingdom called Isle de la Lune or Moon Island. They call themselves Lunarians or as they'd have it spelled, Lunariens. Eddy's last name is something Frenchie, like Le Roi or something. My group's not big on full names, except as blackmail due to the aforementioned emotional scarring that each of our parents, except Mara's, inflicted upon us after giving us our horrific names. Though we've yet to learn Eddy's, though I'll bet it's something tame like Edward, Edwin, or Edgar.
The night of the dance arrived and I checked out my reflection in my sister's mirror. I had on a short blue wig, a plastic tiara held on by an elastic band that I had under my wig, my black hair braided around my head to avoid making the wing lumpy and to help pin it in place. I wore white tights under the costume because of the skirt's length with blue knee high boots, white elbow length gloves which had blue cuffs, the sailor outfit was exactly as Sailor Mercury's was described to have been. I felt silly carrying the transformation wand with me.
"Ready?" asked my mother, whose parents had also been cruel to her and named her Hippolyta after Wonder Woman's mother. Hence why Diana is my middle name and why my mother tried for the first so many years of my life to attempt to get me to answer to Diana. With my dark hair and blue eyes I could have dressed up as Wonder Woman, except I'm not that bold, that busty, or that buff. And to be honest, not that pretty.
"Ok, let's do this," I said as I looked at my reflection one last time before I left for the night.
I arrived at the part to see the others and Eddy were waiting for me. Molly had on the red, white, and blue version of my fuku with the moon pendant on the red bow on her chest that matched her butt bow, whereas mine were light blue, and my skirt and collar were royal blue versus the darker blue hers were. Her wig was horrible, the hair looked horribly plastic, and her little moon wand looked bad, but so did I. The others weren't much better, Renee with her black wig and Sailor Mars outfit might have passed were if not for her coke bottle lenses, Mara was closest but the shiny material of her costume just seemed to scream fake, like ours did, Andy's wig was one step up from Molly's and that wasn't hard to do. Mine, over all was the third worst wig being blue in color. Eddy's outfit was also made out of a shiny costume material and screamed fake, but his blonde hair pouring out from under his hat didn't help.
"I can't believe they actually dressed up," I heard the bitch's voice say. I turned to see the bitch squad and their boyfriends were all immaculately dressed in very realistic versions of our own 'fuku', none of them needing wigs for their outfits, except for Zack, Nicholas, and Michael. Amy had probably used blue dye for her short hair that night. They looked like they had stepped right out of the anime into real life. We looked like a bunch of cosplaying losers. Which Serena was quick to point out,
"You all look like a bunch cosplaying morons," she snorted.
"Ingest excrement and perish," I snapped.
"What?" she said.
"What she said was 'Eat Shit and Die,'" Renee translated before Amy could.
"How dare you?" Serena said getting in my face.
"Keep this up and my acne might become contagious and give you pimples," I said. Serena stormed into the main dance area, her posse scrambling to keep up.
"Her vanity is such an easy weakness to exploit," Eddy said.
"Whatever," I said as we walked into the dance.
It was dark, it was loud, and it was the skank contest. I was wearing a mini skirt and even without my tights on, I'd have been still wearing a very modest piece, compared to the others in the room. So just before we were to have the costume contest the lights went out. WE assumed this was a lame attempt of the student council to make the party 'cool.' Well it turned out it wasn't, for screams erupted from where the teachers had been and my eyes adjusted to the darkness to see a monster was there. I froze to my spot in fear. Molly, lovable Molly, threw her tiara at the monster and this snapped both me out of my freeze and its attention on her.
"MOLLY!" I screamed as I dragged her out of the way of the attack it fired. I heard a 'clink' sound and felt a button like thing next to my hand and realized my bow button had come off. I picked it up and brushed something heavier with my gloved hand when I did so. I picked it up and it was seriously glowing in the dark. It was a very realistic version of Sailor Moon's broach. I though Serena had dropped it but I recalled hers had been in the shape of a heart and this one was circular.
"Use it!" A voice hissed somewhere near my back. I whirled around to see a woman with black hair in a yellow suit dress with a crescent moon on her head. With or without the moon I recognized her.
"Mrs. Goodall?" I asked.
"Say Moon Prism Power!" she hissed.
"M-Moon Prism Power?" I said. A rush of energy later and there I was in all the pretty suited, blonde glory of Sailor Moon. Any other (normal) person's first thought would be
'Holy Shit, I'm a real life Sailor Moon!' Mine was,
'Take that Serena, who's cosplaying now!'
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