Author's Note: Ok, I'm reposting this. I figured out what was wrong with the formatting. Now the entire chapter can be read at once! Woot!

I don't wn Sailor Moon. If I did, the Senshi and the Shittenou would be happily married by now.

Minor note: This is not for Haruka/Michiri fans. So, if you ride that ship...leave. If you don't want to leave, don't flame me. I flame back. :p You have been warned.

Valentines
Chapter 1

By: Jecir

Year One…

Aphrodite sat ideally looking down at the city, her phantom-like gown fluttering in an invisible wind as her sapphire eyes look at sights unseen. The sun was setting behind her, and the lights of the city began to blend with the shadows, creating an artificial night sky. Through all this, Aphrodite sat, a smile on her face.

"I've been asleep for too long," she whispered. Standing in mid air, she stretched. "Seriously, this world is in desperate need of me. I don't see any soul mates meeting anymore. Well, that's about to change."

She cracked her knuckles and, with a laugh, dove into the city. She flew through buildings and zigzagged around cars, pulling the red strings of fate as she passed and waiting for the desired result. Some strings were easy enough. One tug, and two soul mates literally bumped into one another. Others were tangled tightly in false loves. Aphrodite so hated false loves. In theory, humans could be content finding someone other than their soul mate, but that love would be like a dim candle compared to the blaze of passion only a true love could bring. Yes, she definitely had her work cut out for her.

She pulled up into the sky to view her handiwork thus far. No problems yet, and the night was still young. Perhaps now was a good time to start her true goal. She grinned. "Time to give my sister goddesses a hand."

A giddy giggle dancing from her perfect lips as she dove back down into the city. Her first stop was a quaint little temple on a hill. The raven-haired priestess nearly dropped her broom when Aphrodite pulled her string. She hurried away before a talisman was thrown at her. Next, one apartment, and then another. Finally, she came to a two story home and stopped. This one was going to be a challenge. She slipped into the upstairs window and into a dark bedroom.

"Oh, forgive me, little sister," she said as she knelt down next to the sleeping girl, "I must wake you to your destiny now." She wrapped her finger around the thin red string attached to the young girl's heart and tugged. A gentle ripple traveled down the line and vanished into the darkness in search of its other end, the one attached to her soul mate. Aphrodite smiled. "Perfect. Now for the challenge."

She passed seamlessly through the closed door and down into the living room, a frown marring her flawless features. She had never seen such a tangle before. It would take a lot of work to fully fix the damage done by this false love. She knelt down next to the two false lovers and began to untangle the many knots in the lines. She just needed to get enough slack to ripple the lines…

As she worked, the lovers began to feel disturbed. Soon words were exchanged, and voices grew louder. Aphrodite repressed a giggle. It was not funny to destroy love, but, if it was replaced by a purer love, then it was all right. At least, she hoped she could fix this particular mess. There! Finally, enough slack. Grasping the separate strings, she yanked them hard and prayed.

She quickly moved out of the line of fire as the fight grew worse. Just one more heart to pull, and then she could watch as events unfolded.

"God damn you, you heartless bitch!" Haruka screamed before storming out of the room.

Michiri sat, tears burning her eyes, and glared at the floor. "Selfish….selfish, stubborn!" She stood and stormed upstairs. A moment later, she returned, her violin in one hand and car keys in the other.

Setsuna stood, bewildered, in the kitchen doorway, as Michiri left. That was, perhaps, the first time she had seen them argue. It worried her.

"Don't worry, Eos." Aphrodite soothed. She picked up the last string. "They'll be fine…eventually." She pulled the string and waited.

Jupiter…

Makoto sighed heavily as she slipped the order to the chiefs. She just had to work on Valentine's Day. Granted, she did just get the job three days ago, so it would have been unfair of her ask off so suddenly. Still, it sucked watching so many couples walk in holding each other and gazing dreamily into each other's eyes and ignoring the rest of the world. Damn it, why couldn't she have that?

Aphrodite fluttered about the room, observing. There were mainly soul mates here. There was very little for her to do, accept cause the one or two false loves to have a less than pleasant evening. She was really here to watch Diana. She would be the first to feel the effects of the rippling string of Fate.

Makoto looked at the clock. 8:45. Three hours to go before closing time. She took a deep breath. Come on, girl. You fought Youmas. You can handle this.

Aphrodite was watching the door. Almost here…

"Kino-chan, you've got someone in your section," the Hostess called.

"Got it." Her section was along the back wall near the kitchen. It was mainly booths filled with couples. She steeled herself for more sappy romance that she didn't have and walked up to the table. Green eyes met brown, and for a moment, the world stopped.

"Diana," Aphrodite whispered into her heart, "Meet Seiryu."

He was, perhaps, the most intense man she'd ever seen. Long chestnut hair fell around his well-chiseled face. Brown eyes bore into hers through thin-rimmed glasses. She had never seen such deep eyes…

"Seiryu, this is Diana." Aphrodite whispered to him before floating away. "You two have fun."

Makoto blinked, breaking the trance, and blushed. He smiled gently. "Hi," she stuttered. "I'm Makoto. I'll be taking care of you tonight."

"Indeed." His voice was like hot mocha on a cold night. Makoto suppressed a shiver.

"Are," She swallowed, her throat suddenly dry, "Are you alone tonight?"

"Sadly, yes," he said as he looked over the menu. "But, now that you are here, my situation has improved."

Makoto blushed even more under the praise. "Glad I could help."

"I'm Unami Seiya, by the way."

"Seiya?" He nodded. Makoto laughed. "Gomen. It's just, I have a friend named Seiya."

"Really?"

"Yeah, but he moved away."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"No big deal, really. Anyway, what can I get you to drink?"

"Cinnamon coffee. And if you could, some caramel?"

What a cute drink! She nodded and scurried away, grinning to herself. Perhaps tonight wouldn't be so bad.

Mercury…

This is not happening! This is not happening! This is not happening! I shouldn't have come here! This was a mistake! A MISTAKE!!!! Ami sat rocking back and forth, her head in her hands, trying to calm down. She should have just stayed home tonight. What had possessed her to come here, anyway? She never, ever went to parties without the girls, so why now?

In truth, Ami had intended to stay home and do some extra reading on the cardiovascular system, but at the last minute, Suoh Haruhi, a colleague of her's, called to invite her to a single girl's only Valentine Party. Ami tried to decline, but Suoh-chan had always been insistent that she get out more. She reminded Ami too much of Usagi sometimes. Anyway, she relented and found herself surrounded by half-drunk single women dancing and laughing. She pushed her way to a corner and sat down. That's when it had happened!

Aphrodite laughed merrily to herself. "There you are, Athena! I thought you'd slip out here." The spirit of love floated to her panic-stricken friend and patted her on the head. "Now, now, it wasn't so bad. And trust me when I say, seeing a man strip before you is very healthy for your psyche. Besides, Genbu is a most—"

"Mizuno-san?"

Ami peeked through her fingers. "Hai?"

Yukino Tamaki, now fully clothed, slid the balcony door closed behind him and leaned against it. "Gomen nasai, Mizuno-san. I had not meant to frighten you."

Ami's normally pale face turned beat red. She hid behind her hands again and moaned. She had thought he was a nice young man. He had claimed to be coming to pick up his cousin, who was lost somewhere in the crowd of single women. His beautiful spring green eyes had been so sincere! How could she have fallen for it?

Tamaki sat in the chair next to her and sighed heavily. "Man, when Haruhi told me to focus on you, I had no idea what to expect."

"Nani?" Ami sat bolt straight. "Suoh-chan told you to…to…" It was too shameful for her to even say.

Tamaki chuckled softly. "Yeah. I don't normally strip for people. But Haruhi's a friend, so I did her a favor."

Stripping provocatively in front of fifty intoxicated women is a favor? Ami mentally snorted.

Tamaki ran a hand through his loose strawberry-blond curls as he slumped back into the seat. "I got good money out of it, but I doubt I'll do that again. I almost got raped."

Ami gaped at him. How could he be so vulgar? Oh right, he just stripped as a favor. Curse him for being sexy! The image of him peeling his shirt off of his toned pecks was forever burned into her mind. Ami blushed even more.

"Well, he's got this covered," Aphrodite said. "I had better check up on the others." With that, she flew away, but not before hearing Tamaki ask…

"So…um…you like chess?"

Saturn…

Hotaru sat in the grass, her knees pulled to her chest, and her head buried in her arms, muffling her sobs. Why were they fighting? Haruka-pap and Michiri-mama never fought, but tonight…

She had been sleeping when raised voices woke her up. She hated screaming. It reminded her too much of people dying. She hated thinking about people dying! Hotaru pushed her head farther into her arms. This was too much. Just too much.

A cold wind caused her to shiver. She had been in such a hurry to escape the yelling that she forgot her coat. Now, she was cold and lost. Just great. Hotaru cried harder. Michiri-mama! Haruka-papa! Setsuna-mama! I want to go home!

Something soft, warm, and heavy covered her shoulders. Hotaru jerked up, her henshin wand in her hand, and stopped when a strong arm draped protectively over her shoulder. "Ah, gomen, gomen.," soothed a kind, deep voice, "but you looked cold."

Hotaru looked down at the dark brown jacket. It smelled nice. "Thank you," she muttered as she looked up.

A young man with wild blue hair—like Mercury's. Odd…I thought she was the only one with blue hair.—smiled down at her and pulled her close. "Forgive me, please, for being so forward," he continued, "but are you lost, little girl?"

Hotaru's eyebrows narrowed. "I'm thirteen."

"It's nice to meet you, thirteen. I'm Sasaki Kujuuron." He was teasing her.

Hotaru scowled and turned away. What an odd fellow. He approaches a stranger, offers his jacket and his shoulder without asking, and then laughs at her. This Sasaki Kujuuron was weird.

"You didn't answer me, thirteen-chan." Hotaru wiped around, eyes wide. Now he was being familiar with her! And he just kept grinning cheekily.

"My name is Tomoe Hotaru!" she snapped. "And I'm not lost!"

"Ah," Kujuuron nodded. "You just enjoy crying alone in a park?"

She had been crying. When did she stop? She hadn't noticed. Strange… "It's none of your business why I'm here."

"All right, all right." They lapsed into silence.

Aphrodite hovered over them, surprised. "Huh…Bishamon found her by himself. Well done, god of warriors, I commend you." She watched them for a moment before sensing the presence of another of her sisters coming near. "Well, I'll leave Persephone to you. Don't do anything dishonorable!"

Kujuuron laid back, his arms folding behind his head. "The stars are bright tonight."

Hotaru looked up. "Yeah."

Pluto…

Setsuna ran down the stone path, her breath coming out in short pants, her lungs constricting with panic. "Hotaru!" she called. "Hotaru, where are you!?!"

She hadn't noticed her daughter's absence until nearly half an hour after Haruka and Michiri's fight. She had gone to check on the youngest Sailor Senshi, only to find the bed empty and the window open. There was no sign of struggle, meaning Hotaru ran off. She had called Haruka and Michiri to tell them, but neither answered. "Chronos curse them!" She'd been searching for over and hour.

Aphrodite flew through the trees, humming happily to herself. So far, things were going according to plan. Now, if she could just get Eos to stop worrying about Persephone…hold up! She stopped. What have we here?

There was a man with shoulder-length black hair spying on two lovers sitting by a fountain. Aphrodite flew closer, curious. She couldn't sense any rival love coming from this man, so why was he here?

"I swear by Kami, Koma Toshitada, if you so much as touch my sister wrong…" the man was hissing through clenched teeth.

"Huh?" Aphrodite looked at the couple by the fountain. A young man with long auburn hair was holding a petite girl with long black hair. They were gazing lovingly into each other's eyes. It was all so sweet. Aphrodite sighed happily. "Aw! Zao-Gongen and Zenmyo found each other without needing me! That's so nice!"

She turned back to the spy, suddenly miffed. "Jizo, you old coot, leave them alone!"

Just as she said that, Setsuna came around the corner, tripped over a rogue branch, and fell. Aphrodite and Jizo turned. "Oops!" Aphrodite gasped. "I forgot about Eos!" She flew over, Jizo following close behind. "Are you ok, sister?"

"Are you ok, ma'am?" the spy asked, kneeling down.

"Yes," Setsuna answered as she took his offered hand. "I'm fine."

"That was quite a spill. Are you certain you are not hurt?"

Setsuna nodded. "Gomen nasai, but I'm in a hurry, so please…"

"Oh yes, of course." Jizo moved out of her way.

"What?" Aphrodite hissed. "Eos, you are almost as pig headed as Hecate! Why don't you ask him if he's seen Persephone!"

Setsuna paused. "Pardon me."

"Yes?" he asked, his dark eyes locking with her's. He was taller than her, Setsuna noticed. That was a rarity among men.

Shaking her head, she asked, "Have you seen a young girl, about this tall" she indicated with her hand, "Short black hair and purple eyes?"

"I'm sorry, I haven't," Jizo answered, feeling terrible. "But if you'd like, I can help you look for her."

"Really?" Setsuna asked. He nodded. "That would be wonderful."

"What's her name?"

"Hotaru."

"Ok. I'm Shuten Kaos."

"Meiou Setsuna."

"It's a pleasure." They hurried down the path.

Aphrodite watched them go. They were heading directly for the lost girl and her new beau. Perhaps she should detour them? "Naw. Eos has had enough trouble tonight. I just hope she gives Bishamon a chance to explain why a sixteen year old is with her thirteen year old daughter." The blue-eyed goddess laughed and flew off to search out her other sisters.

Uranus…

Haruka tore through the dirt track with a vengeance, her mind reeling with the words she had thrown at Michiri. "Heartless bitch…" she growled under her breath.

This was absurd! She had never been so angry at her koi before, why now, on tonight of all nights? It didn't make any sense. She wasn't even sure what had started it. Things went from being perfect to feeling…wrong. She shook her head. It didn't make sense.

Lights flashed in her mirror. Haruka glanced over. Another motorcycle was coming up fast. It was burgundy with midnight stripes. The driver's face was covered by a black helmet with a silver spider painted on it. A black leather jacket, jeans, and black gloves completed the ensemble. He pulled up beside her—it was definitely a guy. He was too broad to be a girl—and flashed his lights. So, he wanted to race. Haruka grinned. Fine by her. They finished the lap before kicking it into high gear.

They sped through the dirt track, taking the jumps with reckless abandon. Haruka gunned the engine, trying to pull ahead, but this stranger kept at her heels the entire time. She needed to lose him, humiliate him, take all her wrath out on him so she could go find Michiri and apologize. She would not go back angry. They were coming onto the last turn when it happened. He swerved into the center, hit the throttle, and sped past her. Haruka watched in disbelief as he crossed the finish line before her.

He swung around and stopped. Haruka pulled up in front of him and ripped off her helmet, fire blazing in her blue eyes. "You jack ass!"

"Huh?" He pulled off his helmet. White hair fell like cobwebs around his pale face. His right eye was covered by an eye patch, and his thin lips were twisted in a frown. "Sore loser."

"I never lose!" Haruka snapped.

"You did just now." He smirked. "It was a good race, though, Ten'ou-san."

"How dare—" She paused. "You know me?"

"Of course I do. I'm Kuroda Jirougorou. I own this track." The news did little to stem Haruka's temper. Jirougorou noted that. "If you're going to be so sour about it, we can race again."

"Five laps, this time." Haruka slammed her helmet over her ears and kick started her bike.

"Fine with me, Haruka-chan," he whispered, admiration in his eyes. Had she seen it, she would have pummeled him. He shrugged, slipped his helmet on, and drove off.

Aphrodite watched the entire exchange with her stomach twisting nervously. Curse that Astraea. Hecate was a cake-walk compared to her. Thankfully, Tsukiyomi was not deterred. She was pleased to see the seeds of love for the tough blond racer were already planted in his heart. Things had gone as well as she could hope, for now. It had been a deluded thought to hope Astraea would take one look at her soul mate and throw herself into his arms, but no, she was still too tangled in her false romance with Amphitrite to think clearly. It would have to take a few more of those fights to fix this mess. But for now, things were good. She hurried off to see how Amphitrite was doing.

Neptune…

Michiri set her violin down, the tears blurring her vision and the sobs choking her. She couldn't play in this state. How could Haruka accuse her so unfairly? It just wasn't right! After all she had done, struggling with her koi's fears of destiny and helping her into her powers, were they going to fall apart now?

"Selene, I hope so," Aphrodite muttered angrily. "You two are so damn stubborn!"

Michiri slumped over her instrument and sobbed. It wasn't fair! She didn't want to lose her! But…her mirror…it had warned her. It had warned her long ago that Haruka wasn't the one. Why did it have to say that? Why did it have to be so cruel as to tell her her perfect life was about to fall apart? It just wasn't fair!

A haunting melody cut through the echoes of her sobs. Michiri hiccupped and swallowed, trying to stop so she could hear. No one else was supposed to be here. This was her concert hall, at least until tomorrow night after her concert. She should be the only one here.

The soft notes brushed against her soul, asking her to follow.

Slowly, she picked herself up. That song…she knew that song. Where was it coming from? She walked backstage, her henshin pen in her hands, just in case. There were no lights on in the hallway. She followed the music further into the building, coming to a smaller hall.

There, standing in the center of the stage, was a tall, gangly man with unruly green hair; his eyes were closed, an expression of ecstasy on his face as he played on. The violin sung under his long fingers. He moved with the music, slow and smooth, hypnotic…like a snake. Michiri couldn't tear her eyes away.

Aphrodite clapped her hands, relief washing through her. "Yes! Work your magic, Ida-ten! Sooth her soul, and win her heart!"

Michiri gasped. She knew this song! "The Devil's Trill!"

The man stopped and turned. Purple eyes froze her in place for a moment before a cool smile broke the spell. "Yes, the Devil's Trill."

His voice help a seductive hiss. He was very serpentine, Michiri noted as he repositioned his violin. "I apologize if I disturbed you, madam. I assume you were practicing in another section of the hall."

Michiri nodded, suddenly remembering her forgotten violin and the reason she was here.

He began to play again, picking up where he left off. Again, she was captured by his performance. She walked to the front row and sat, listening, letting the music wash over her, to cleanse her pain. She felt like she was being submerged in artic water. The music wrapped around her, drawing her into him. What a beautiful soul…

The last note rang true through the hall. Michiri sighed heavily and swallowed her tears. A deep longing filled her. "Why did you stop?"

"The song is over," he answered. "And the hour is late. I must return home."

"Who are you?" she asked.

He did not pause in packing his violin. "Yamanouchi Naotoki."

"I'm Kaiou Michiri."

"I know." He stood up. "You are famous even among your peers. I look forward to your performance tomorrow."

"Thank you. It is a pleasure meeting you, Yamanouchi-san."

He bowed curtly. "Likewise. Until tomorrow." He walked away.

Michiri watched him until he vanished behind the curtains before blinking a few times. Guilt washed through her. You just had a fight with your lover, Michiri! How dare you look at someone else!

Aphrodite grinned triumphantly and flew away.

Mars…

"What are you doing?" Rei snapped.

Sanada Ryu rolled his head back, his vision swimming just a bit, to meet the fiery purple glare of the most captivating woman he's ever seen. He grinned drunkenly. "Hey pretty lady, care to join me?" He patted the stone step he was currently using as a seat.

Rei couldn't believe it. After enduring another torturous holiday that brought sickening couples and gaggles of love-struck girls to her temple to pray for luck or love or for their true love to come, Rei had to deal with a drunken idiot. The moonlight washed the stone courtyard in a pale milky glow, casting shadows that danced mystically through the edges. She had come outside to wait for midnight; a sort of celebration for surviving another year without having a man in her life. She was proud of that fact. But now her ritual was being interrupted. Kami, how she hated Valentine's Day!

Needless to say, Hino Rei was not pleased. "Get your drunken ass off my stairs!"

Ryu cocked an eyebrow. "Your stairs?" He scoffed and turned back around to gaze out over the city. "I don't see you name on them, sweet heart." He leaned his head back enough to stair up at her. She looked even more lovely upside down. "What is your name, anyway?"

Narrow hands clamped onto her hips as she answered, "Hino Rei. I own this temple." Not necessarily true, but he doesn't need to know that.

It took a few minutes for the realization to dawn in his hazy blue eyes. "Oh…so these are your stairs, Reiko-hime."

"Wha-wha-wha," she sputtered, thrown off guard by the sudden nickname. "What did you call me?!?"

"Reiko-hime," he answered as he pushed himself up, only to stumble a bit.

Aphrodite giggled at the display. "Poor Suzaku. Looks like my little fate ripple ruined his date. Don't worry, Suzaku! Hecate will be more fun for you than that foreign D-cup you were hoping to score with! That is if my sister doesn't kill you first," she muttered as an after thought. She leaned back against the tree trunk, crossed her arms, and waited to see what would happen next.

By some miracle, Ryu successfully turned around on the stairs and bowed deeply. "Oh wondrous vision, the great Reiko-hime…" He smirked at the embarrassed fury in her eyes. With speed and precision that a man as intoxicated as he should not have, Ryu grabbed her hand and placed a gentle kiss on her knuckles before looking up into her eyes. "May this poor mortal rest on your stairs?"

The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed through the silent night air. Pain drifted through the alcoholic haze to inform Ryu that he had been slapped. He grinned, finding the whole thing quite funny. "I guess I've been dismissed."

Rei was glaring at him, her face red (and not wholly from anger). She ignored the mysterious tingling sensation lingering from his touch and pointed to the street. "Leave before I call the Police!" Or I fry you for daring to touch me!

Ryu grinned, "Ok, ok." He bowed again, a large, sweeping bow. "I bid you farewell, Reiko-hime." He stumbled backwards and nearly fell down the stairs. Rei watched him go, glaring at him the entire time. Ryu stopped at the bottom of the stairs. "Oh yeah!" He turned, eyes flashing with a challenge. "I'm Sanada Ryu. I'll be taking you to dinner next Valentine's."

Rei gaped.

Aphrodite roared with glee.

Ryu sauntered away. "Don't forget."

Rei continued gaping. The audacity…the utter rudeness…the nerve! How dare he! Clenching her fists, she let out an inhuman hiss, and stormed back inside, swearing up and down that if she ever saw him again, she'd kill him.

Venus…

Aphrodite stood and stretched, very pleased with herself. That had gone almost as well as their first meeting in the Silver Millennium. Well, her work was finished. Time to return home. She flew into the air.

The cool evening breeze carried rain-sodden clouds over the city.

Soon, she would revert back into her human form with no memory what so ever. It sucked, actually. Until Aino Minako came into her full power, she, Aphrodite, would have to live separately and only for one day. Today. The day that love is the strongest. She prayed that what she started tonight with her sisters would not fade before next year. She would so hate to have to start again.

She was nearing her apartment when it happened. Something tugged at her chest. It was a painful, insistent pulling. Aphrodite gasped and clutched her chest. "It can't be…" she whispered in disbelief, shock quickly being replaced by hope.

In the distance, a clock struck midnight.

"No!" She had to hurry. As soon as the clock stopped striking, it would be too late. She dove back into the city, flying as fast as she could. The pulling became stronger; the clock continued to chime.

Where? Where? Where? WHERE??? She flew through streets, buildings, train stations. Where are you???

There. On the corner.

Aphrodite stopped, tears forming in her eyes. "Byako?"

The clock struck the last chord.

The storm broke.

Minako looked around, confusion on her face. Where was she? The rain pounded the earth around her as fear built in her heart. She reached for her phone. "Nani?!?" She didn't have it. Nor did she have her communicator.

It was dark and raining and she was in an unknown city with no phone and no idea how she got there. Sorrow stabbed through her heart in waves, forcing her to choke back a sob. How could this have happened? The tears mixed with the rain water coating her face, her clothes, her hair. She was scared.

Suddenly, the rain stopped. "Pardon me."

Minako spun around and froze under the gaze of those cool silver eyes.

He was tall, broad, and perhaps the most breath taking man she'd ever, ever, ever seen in her entire life. And he was holding an umbrella over her head. His presence immediately relieved her fears, though she was not certain why. Perhaps because of the blue uniform he was wearing. Lightening flashed; its electric blue glow reflected off of his golden badge. Minako swallowed her tears. "Good evening, officer."

"Goode evening. Are you all right, ma'am?"

"I…I don't seem to know where I am." Minako whispered.

The policeman frowned. "You're in Tokyo, southern district."

"Nani!?! How'd I get here? I live in Juuban!" Panic filled her again.

Kyouya raised his hand, calming her down. She really needed to figure out how he did that. It was really hot. Now isn't the time, Minako. But he's still hot…I could have been saved by someone else. Like a pervert.

"I am Hatake Kyouya, Police Officer for the South Precinct," he said as he pulled out a pad and pen. Minako took the umbrella so he could write. She had to stretch her arm nearly to its full length to keep him dry. Tall, dark, and sexy…this is my lucky night. "May I have your name?"

"Aino Minako."

"All right. Now, I'm going to take you to the station, and we'll see if we can't figure out how you got here."

Minako smiled. "Arigato."

Most definitely her lucky night.

End of Year One.

Ok, for anyone confused, here is a quick character guide:

Senshi:

Minako--Aphrodite, goddess of love

Makoto--Diana, goddess of the hunt

Ami--Athena, goddess of wisdom

Rei--Hecate, goddess of magic

Hotaru--Persephone, goddess of hell

Setsuna--Eos, goddess of the dawn

Michiri--Amphitrite, goddess of the sea

Haruka--Astraea, goddess of justice

Shittenou:

Kunzite--Byako, celestial guard of the west. Hatake Kyouya

Zoicite--Genbu, celestial guard of the north. Yukino Tamaki

Nephrite--Seiryu, celestial guard of the east. Unami Seiya

Jedite--Suzaku, celestial guard of the south. Sanada Ryu

Crossovers:

Show--the Ronin Warriors

Kujuuron--Bishamon, god of warriors. Show name--Cale, warlord of corruption.

Naotoki--Ida-Ten, god of priests. Show name--Sekhmet, warlord of venom.

Jirougorou--Tsukiyomi, god of the moon. Show name--Dais, warlord of illusion.

Toshitada--Zao-Gongen, a god of shinto and budhism. Show name--Anubis, warlord of cruelty.

Unnamed sister--Zenmyo, goddess of shinto. Show name--Lady Kayura.

Shuten Kaos--Jizo, god of men. Show name--Kaos/The Ancient One.

Be nice to me. This is my first Sailor Moon Facfic. It was a commission from my very good friend Sai Orlianna. Anyway, review!