Red Alert
By: Megami*Silence
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em
AN: This doesn't have GW for awhile, but when it does it'll be more important, so I'm keeping this a GW/SM cross over. This is entitled after the song "Red Alert", by Basement Jaxx. I made all the outfits for the chicks in this, cuz I am a clothes designer. Some of the outfits are going to be re-used in my sis's upcoming fic "Let's Get Dirty", so look out for that one. You can see these pics when I get my site rebuilt.... until then, if you want to see these pics, e-mail me and I'll send them to you. Anyways, enjoy.
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In a simple, peaceful town there would be older folks, and younger children being blessed everyday. Parents would have jobs, and dinner would always be at 6:00. In Japan, this town will never exist. Only parties, dancing, drinking and having fun. Then again, what kind of town would it be if there were no crimes? Nothing. Which brings up the fact law. But in this particular town, law never existed either. The criminals seemed to overpower everyone, until a group of girls got together and decided they were going to take the law into their own hands.
It was a cold night, it had just finished raining, and everybody was inside. Anybody who's anybody would be at only one location, the Silver Moon. A club for dancing and drinking, everybody's favorite past time. Everyone thought it was just a parody of 'The Blue Moon', but if they were to say that in front of the owner, they would be at their doom. The leader was the toughest, coldest, but smartest person anyone could know around this area, all but one. Her partner, Hotaru Tomoe.
Usagi Tsukino was sitting in her office, looking out the window at the full moon. She never knew why she decided to name her club the Silver Moon, but whenever she looked at the moon, she felt something eerie pulling at her. Making her need more answers, and getting angry, because she would never get one. The moon never spoke to her... but why would it? It was a moon for God's sake. Maybe she just became more paranoid than she thought.
A knock at the door snapped her out of her thoughts, and brought her back to reality. "Come in," she said in a monotone. Her voice was deep, but not naturally, almost in a whisper. The door slowly opened, and a figure in a shadow approached the desk. Usagi never turned around, sensing who was present. "Anything yet?" she asked, keeping her eyes glued to the moon.
"No." came the short, but cold reply. A new song started up, and the crowd of people cheered on. Usagi finally looked at the person, that continually arrived every hour to give her the news. Except this time she didn't leave right off the bat, which alerted Usagi that there was something she wanted to ask. Usagi gave a solemn nod, her down, looking evil. "Ami has information that wouldn't go smoothly if nine girls were in your office for a meeting and no one to guard the club." Usagi nodded once agin, and arose from her seat.
Both girls walked out of the office, and around half the club, top floor, before they got to the stairs. They walked down the stairs subtly, ignoring the cat calls, and whistles they received. They both glared at anyone who dared cat call in front of them. Especially Hotaru, she was known to keep death anywhere she went; making people afraid that she was a murderer or something, hence no one got in her way. Hotaru was more of a personal assistant to Usagi, always fighting for her, and making all the small deals. No one knew if Usagi was capable of smashing someone's face in. Only nine specific people knew the truth of Usagi, her past, and her plans for the future.
The two girls made their way through the mob of people dancing, until most of the respectful people started to form a path for them, all the way towards the table Ami sat at, drinking her white wine. Without word Usagi and Hotaru sat down at the table, looking normal, knowing different. Ami never acknowledged them, and kept quiet until all the girls approached the table. All of a sudden a blur of blond buzzed by, and slid extremely fast, next to Hotaru, pushing her to the end of the long seat. Hotaru glared angrily at Minako.
"Um... sorry, Hotaru. So what's up? I saw you guys making your O.So.Graceful way through the crowd." Minako waited for about ten minutes, when she never got a response, she pouted, and folded her arms across her chest. "Man, you guys need to lighten up a bit..... Ami..... what are you drinking?"
Ami finally looked up from her computer, at Minako, "White wine." she said. She rolled her eyes, when Minako stayed in the same position she was in when she asked the question. Minako wasn't very .... quiet. She was the wild one of the group, and very ....loud! Her blond didn't exactly give her the title 'dumb', but she did have this sort of energy, screaming dumb blond. Maybe that's what makes her loose.
In a couple more minutes, two other pairs arrived. All of them sat down, and starred at Minako evilly. They had a feeling this meeting was silently called because Minako was at fault. Minako looked at the quad and made an innocent smile, and held her V sign, "Wasn't me this time!" she squealed. Eight pairs of eyes rolled at the same time.
"We were just dancing. I think I broke someone's nose!" Rei announced happily. This time Minako eye-balled Rei. Rei knew she was just dying to know why, "He did that really lame-ass joke...'Are you an alien, because your ass is outta this world' ... so I punched him in the face." Minako gave a 'show off' face. Rei smiled in triumph, even though she was always the one to get a good shot at some loser's face.
Everyone were still starring at Rei and Minako, when Ami began to speak. "I followed the date of the serial killer 'Death Mask.' It seems, the dates of his murders come in a pattern. Every moon phase he strikes; during a full moon. This is the last day of a full moon, so if he hasn't killed anyone yet, tonight is the next date. In this article I found, it seems the authorities found the victim's blood used as paint; a blood red rose." Ami hesitated for a moment.
"Sounds like anyone we know?" Haruka asked in her masculine soft voice. Everyone nodded, knowing who this killer was. Knowing he was dangerous and ready to strike again. Everyone except Usagi.
"Usagi, don't you agree?" asked a surprised Minako. Usagi only looked up at the group for a moment... until she whispered something, and left. "What did she say?" Minako asked, being farthest away from hearing her.
"She said... he's dead." Hotaru repeated. It was true, Mamoru had been murdered by another man, looking for some guy that reminded him of his disobedient son. But it wasn't like Mamoru couldn't of framed the man, threatening him to keep his mouth quiet or he would kill him, all the while he's alive and free... or something like that.
The girls kept chatting, talking over drinks, about evidence, and victims and possible future victims. All except Makoto. She was busy starring at a cute guy that had just arrived, and started dancing on his own to another typical dance mix song. She couldn't help starring at him because of his bad boy look. Everything punk, except one detail that put him out of place, Makoto noticed his expensive 19 carat gold rig that was something no punk boy would wear. Only punk-dealer boys could afford a ring like that, let alone wear one. Makoto looked at Rei, "I'm going to get a better look at the drug dealer that just walked... hope you find a clue." She slipped out of her position on the long seat. She moved in a sexy fashion, towards the man who just ordered the drink. Once he received his order, he turned around watching the others dance away. Makoto stopped at the bar, getting his attention immediately. He took a rather long look at her, making sure he caught every feature perfectly. Makoto acted smooth, making it 'obvious' she wanted him to. "Want to buy me a drink?" she asked dreamily. He nodded eagerly, and ordered her a drink. She knew tonight was perfect to get an idiot to want her, since she was wearing the dress that killed all dresses. It was tight, and meant for curvy women... both of which fit her description. A green pattern of blossoms,- on black spandex- swirled all around and stopped at the bottom, where a strip of transparent material took over, making the dress even shorter. It was low neck, spaghetti strapped, and crossed at the back, in a low fashion. The cherry that was in her drink, was taken out by Makoto. She proceeded to use it in her plot of seduction, licking it, and sucking on it, making the man feel hotter than before. "Lets go outside." The man made a drowsy nod, and followed her out the door and around the corner. What Makoto didn't know was, there were friends of this punk dealer.
Michiru looked around for a second, thinking Makoto should be coming back soon. It was almost true, when she discovered Makoto not being present. "Did anyone see where Makoto went?" she asked half worriedly. She was responded with a chorus of 'no's'. That's when the girls looked all around, and then at each other. In a split second, they all shot up from where they were sitting, and searched all around the club.
*****
Makoto stopped walking, and turned around. The guy looked at her suspiciously, "What's the matter babe? I'm still here." Makoto gave an annoyed, 'I know' smile. Then she walked up to the man, and kneed him in the nuts. He kneeled down holding himself, in deep pain, cursing at her. Without any warning, someone shot out from the shadows and kicked Makoto in her side. Makoto flew towards the wall on her left, followed by slamming into it. She growled, and got up. Running and flying towards the man who cheap-shot her, some how made her anger die down... after she pounced on him, and knocked him unconscious.
When she got up, two more guys came at her, she managed to get them away from her, until even two more came at her from the behind and held her down by her arms. The leader got up and looked at her with a cynical smile, "Oh, you think you're real smart, don't you whore?" His reply was a spit. He wiped it off, and punched her in the stomach. She groaned in pain, but never let it get outside of her mouth. She would die before she would let the enemy know she couldn't take the pain.
"Hey!" Minako yelled, getting the attention of the men that were punching the shit out of Makoto. A trickle of blood fell from Makoto's lips, and then the man turned around. He was totally alarmed, when Ami immediately threw one of her daggers at the guy holding Makoto's left arm. The leader looked at the guy, as he let go of Makoto, and fell to the ground, to his death. Makoto wasted no time, and used the other guy as support, kicking the leader in the face, and twisting right around until she had the man holding onto her right arm in a headlock, and then she snapped his neck.
It seemed every time they took out one man, another jumped out of the shadows. It was more insane then anything. It was a never ending supply of bad guys. One man went after Minako, but she side stepped, and held her chain out, clothes lining him. Another guy approached Rei from behind, and he tackled her. She twirled as they fell, and punched him in the process. When they were on the ground, she took out an arrow and stabbed him in the chest.
A trio of men threw themselves at Ami, but she whipped both her daggers at the two on the outside, which blew them back towards the walls, pining them there, and then she jump-kicked the middle one, who just happened to hit the one Haruka was fighting in the back, pushing him against Haruka's sword.
Haruka kicked the man off of her sword, and turned around. Surprised she gasped, and was hit in the face with a brick. She fell to the ground. Michiru witnessed this, and turned three shades of red. She screeched at the man, who turned around at the sudden sound, and was hit by a wave of nothing. it was like an energy blast that shot out of her mirror she held. The man went down hard.
Everybody walked up to Haruka offering to help her up, she didn't accept, only getting a little chilled at the look in Michiru's eyes. It was pure hatred, as she starred at the man she knocked out. Haruka walked up to Michiru and lifted her chin. Michiru's eyes sort of sparkled, and became normal again, almost like she had been in a trance. "What did you just do with that mirror?" Haruka asked cautiously. Michiru shrugged, being confused of what happened herself.
The girls looked around, knowing they still had work to do. Cleaning up the mess.
*****
In the office, Usagi and Setsuna looked down at the girls through the window, watching their actions. Studying how they were doing and evaluating their work. Although the girls won, Usagi had a disappointed look to her, Setsuna looked down at Usagi, and patted her shoulder, telling her that she needn't worry about the girls, but voicing other wise, "That didn't go too well." Usagi nodded, looking away from the image through the window.
Just then Hotaru walked into the room, and approached the two. They all looked at each other, secretly telling messages with their eyes, until Hotaru spoke, "We need more people."
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Well how's that for getting it done in one night. I know it's sort of short, but I had this fic planned a long time, and I wanted to get it started. Yes the girls actually kill people, but hey? They're vigilantes, what can I say? I hope you liked it. Please remember to REVIEW!!!!!!! review, this is my first attempt at a Sailor moon/Gundam wing/ review & Ranma ½ fic, so I hope you'll be wanting more chapters, and review!!!!!!
Ja ne, Megami*Silence
By: Megami*Silence
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em
AN: This doesn't have GW for awhile, but when it does it'll be more important, so I'm keeping this a GW/SM cross over. This is entitled after the song "Red Alert", by Basement Jaxx. I made all the outfits for the chicks in this, cuz I am a clothes designer. Some of the outfits are going to be re-used in my sis's upcoming fic "Let's Get Dirty", so look out for that one. You can see these pics when I get my site rebuilt.... until then, if you want to see these pics, e-mail me and I'll send them to you. Anyways, enjoy.
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In a simple, peaceful town there would be older folks, and younger children being blessed everyday. Parents would have jobs, and dinner would always be at 6:00. In Japan, this town will never exist. Only parties, dancing, drinking and having fun. Then again, what kind of town would it be if there were no crimes? Nothing. Which brings up the fact law. But in this particular town, law never existed either. The criminals seemed to overpower everyone, until a group of girls got together and decided they were going to take the law into their own hands.
It was a cold night, it had just finished raining, and everybody was inside. Anybody who's anybody would be at only one location, the Silver Moon. A club for dancing and drinking, everybody's favorite past time. Everyone thought it was just a parody of 'The Blue Moon', but if they were to say that in front of the owner, they would be at their doom. The leader was the toughest, coldest, but smartest person anyone could know around this area, all but one. Her partner, Hotaru Tomoe.
Usagi Tsukino was sitting in her office, looking out the window at the full moon. She never knew why she decided to name her club the Silver Moon, but whenever she looked at the moon, she felt something eerie pulling at her. Making her need more answers, and getting angry, because she would never get one. The moon never spoke to her... but why would it? It was a moon for God's sake. Maybe she just became more paranoid than she thought.
A knock at the door snapped her out of her thoughts, and brought her back to reality. "Come in," she said in a monotone. Her voice was deep, but not naturally, almost in a whisper. The door slowly opened, and a figure in a shadow approached the desk. Usagi never turned around, sensing who was present. "Anything yet?" she asked, keeping her eyes glued to the moon.
"No." came the short, but cold reply. A new song started up, and the crowd of people cheered on. Usagi finally looked at the person, that continually arrived every hour to give her the news. Except this time she didn't leave right off the bat, which alerted Usagi that there was something she wanted to ask. Usagi gave a solemn nod, her down, looking evil. "Ami has information that wouldn't go smoothly if nine girls were in your office for a meeting and no one to guard the club." Usagi nodded once agin, and arose from her seat.
Both girls walked out of the office, and around half the club, top floor, before they got to the stairs. They walked down the stairs subtly, ignoring the cat calls, and whistles they received. They both glared at anyone who dared cat call in front of them. Especially Hotaru, she was known to keep death anywhere she went; making people afraid that she was a murderer or something, hence no one got in her way. Hotaru was more of a personal assistant to Usagi, always fighting for her, and making all the small deals. No one knew if Usagi was capable of smashing someone's face in. Only nine specific people knew the truth of Usagi, her past, and her plans for the future.
The two girls made their way through the mob of people dancing, until most of the respectful people started to form a path for them, all the way towards the table Ami sat at, drinking her white wine. Without word Usagi and Hotaru sat down at the table, looking normal, knowing different. Ami never acknowledged them, and kept quiet until all the girls approached the table. All of a sudden a blur of blond buzzed by, and slid extremely fast, next to Hotaru, pushing her to the end of the long seat. Hotaru glared angrily at Minako.
"Um... sorry, Hotaru. So what's up? I saw you guys making your O.So.Graceful way through the crowd." Minako waited for about ten minutes, when she never got a response, she pouted, and folded her arms across her chest. "Man, you guys need to lighten up a bit..... Ami..... what are you drinking?"
Ami finally looked up from her computer, at Minako, "White wine." she said. She rolled her eyes, when Minako stayed in the same position she was in when she asked the question. Minako wasn't very .... quiet. She was the wild one of the group, and very ....loud! Her blond didn't exactly give her the title 'dumb', but she did have this sort of energy, screaming dumb blond. Maybe that's what makes her loose.
In a couple more minutes, two other pairs arrived. All of them sat down, and starred at Minako evilly. They had a feeling this meeting was silently called because Minako was at fault. Minako looked at the quad and made an innocent smile, and held her V sign, "Wasn't me this time!" she squealed. Eight pairs of eyes rolled at the same time.
"We were just dancing. I think I broke someone's nose!" Rei announced happily. This time Minako eye-balled Rei. Rei knew she was just dying to know why, "He did that really lame-ass joke...'Are you an alien, because your ass is outta this world' ... so I punched him in the face." Minako gave a 'show off' face. Rei smiled in triumph, even though she was always the one to get a good shot at some loser's face.
Everyone were still starring at Rei and Minako, when Ami began to speak. "I followed the date of the serial killer 'Death Mask.' It seems, the dates of his murders come in a pattern. Every moon phase he strikes; during a full moon. This is the last day of a full moon, so if he hasn't killed anyone yet, tonight is the next date. In this article I found, it seems the authorities found the victim's blood used as paint; a blood red rose." Ami hesitated for a moment.
"Sounds like anyone we know?" Haruka asked in her masculine soft voice. Everyone nodded, knowing who this killer was. Knowing he was dangerous and ready to strike again. Everyone except Usagi.
"Usagi, don't you agree?" asked a surprised Minako. Usagi only looked up at the group for a moment... until she whispered something, and left. "What did she say?" Minako asked, being farthest away from hearing her.
"She said... he's dead." Hotaru repeated. It was true, Mamoru had been murdered by another man, looking for some guy that reminded him of his disobedient son. But it wasn't like Mamoru couldn't of framed the man, threatening him to keep his mouth quiet or he would kill him, all the while he's alive and free... or something like that.
The girls kept chatting, talking over drinks, about evidence, and victims and possible future victims. All except Makoto. She was busy starring at a cute guy that had just arrived, and started dancing on his own to another typical dance mix song. She couldn't help starring at him because of his bad boy look. Everything punk, except one detail that put him out of place, Makoto noticed his expensive 19 carat gold rig that was something no punk boy would wear. Only punk-dealer boys could afford a ring like that, let alone wear one. Makoto looked at Rei, "I'm going to get a better look at the drug dealer that just walked... hope you find a clue." She slipped out of her position on the long seat. She moved in a sexy fashion, towards the man who just ordered the drink. Once he received his order, he turned around watching the others dance away. Makoto stopped at the bar, getting his attention immediately. He took a rather long look at her, making sure he caught every feature perfectly. Makoto acted smooth, making it 'obvious' she wanted him to. "Want to buy me a drink?" she asked dreamily. He nodded eagerly, and ordered her a drink. She knew tonight was perfect to get an idiot to want her, since she was wearing the dress that killed all dresses. It was tight, and meant for curvy women... both of which fit her description. A green pattern of blossoms,- on black spandex- swirled all around and stopped at the bottom, where a strip of transparent material took over, making the dress even shorter. It was low neck, spaghetti strapped, and crossed at the back, in a low fashion. The cherry that was in her drink, was taken out by Makoto. She proceeded to use it in her plot of seduction, licking it, and sucking on it, making the man feel hotter than before. "Lets go outside." The man made a drowsy nod, and followed her out the door and around the corner. What Makoto didn't know was, there were friends of this punk dealer.
Michiru looked around for a second, thinking Makoto should be coming back soon. It was almost true, when she discovered Makoto not being present. "Did anyone see where Makoto went?" she asked half worriedly. She was responded with a chorus of 'no's'. That's when the girls looked all around, and then at each other. In a split second, they all shot up from where they were sitting, and searched all around the club.
*****
Makoto stopped walking, and turned around. The guy looked at her suspiciously, "What's the matter babe? I'm still here." Makoto gave an annoyed, 'I know' smile. Then she walked up to the man, and kneed him in the nuts. He kneeled down holding himself, in deep pain, cursing at her. Without any warning, someone shot out from the shadows and kicked Makoto in her side. Makoto flew towards the wall on her left, followed by slamming into it. She growled, and got up. Running and flying towards the man who cheap-shot her, some how made her anger die down... after she pounced on him, and knocked him unconscious.
When she got up, two more guys came at her, she managed to get them away from her, until even two more came at her from the behind and held her down by her arms. The leader got up and looked at her with a cynical smile, "Oh, you think you're real smart, don't you whore?" His reply was a spit. He wiped it off, and punched her in the stomach. She groaned in pain, but never let it get outside of her mouth. She would die before she would let the enemy know she couldn't take the pain.
"Hey!" Minako yelled, getting the attention of the men that were punching the shit out of Makoto. A trickle of blood fell from Makoto's lips, and then the man turned around. He was totally alarmed, when Ami immediately threw one of her daggers at the guy holding Makoto's left arm. The leader looked at the guy, as he let go of Makoto, and fell to the ground, to his death. Makoto wasted no time, and used the other guy as support, kicking the leader in the face, and twisting right around until she had the man holding onto her right arm in a headlock, and then she snapped his neck.
It seemed every time they took out one man, another jumped out of the shadows. It was more insane then anything. It was a never ending supply of bad guys. One man went after Minako, but she side stepped, and held her chain out, clothes lining him. Another guy approached Rei from behind, and he tackled her. She twirled as they fell, and punched him in the process. When they were on the ground, she took out an arrow and stabbed him in the chest.
A trio of men threw themselves at Ami, but she whipped both her daggers at the two on the outside, which blew them back towards the walls, pining them there, and then she jump-kicked the middle one, who just happened to hit the one Haruka was fighting in the back, pushing him against Haruka's sword.
Haruka kicked the man off of her sword, and turned around. Surprised she gasped, and was hit in the face with a brick. She fell to the ground. Michiru witnessed this, and turned three shades of red. She screeched at the man, who turned around at the sudden sound, and was hit by a wave of nothing. it was like an energy blast that shot out of her mirror she held. The man went down hard.
Everybody walked up to Haruka offering to help her up, she didn't accept, only getting a little chilled at the look in Michiru's eyes. It was pure hatred, as she starred at the man she knocked out. Haruka walked up to Michiru and lifted her chin. Michiru's eyes sort of sparkled, and became normal again, almost like she had been in a trance. "What did you just do with that mirror?" Haruka asked cautiously. Michiru shrugged, being confused of what happened herself.
The girls looked around, knowing they still had work to do. Cleaning up the mess.
*****
In the office, Usagi and Setsuna looked down at the girls through the window, watching their actions. Studying how they were doing and evaluating their work. Although the girls won, Usagi had a disappointed look to her, Setsuna looked down at Usagi, and patted her shoulder, telling her that she needn't worry about the girls, but voicing other wise, "That didn't go too well." Usagi nodded, looking away from the image through the window.
Just then Hotaru walked into the room, and approached the two. They all looked at each other, secretly telling messages with their eyes, until Hotaru spoke, "We need more people."
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Well how's that for getting it done in one night. I know it's sort of short, but I had this fic planned a long time, and I wanted to get it started. Yes the girls actually kill people, but hey? They're vigilantes, what can I say? I hope you liked it. Please remember to REVIEW!!!!!!! review, this is my first attempt at a Sailor moon/Gundam wing/ review & Ranma ½ fic, so I hope you'll be wanting more chapters, and review!!!!!!
Ja ne, Megami*Silence