Warnings: BL, Yaoi, slash, M/M, gayness, whatever you want to call it, some swearing, mild violence, all of the characters are basically OCs, and perverted bad guys
Disclaimer: The concept of Sailor Moon does not belong to us, but instead to Naoko Takeuchi. We're just using the idea for this nonsense story
Summary: What if the Sailor Scouts weren't cute junior high girls, but instead cute junior high boys. In fact, what if pretty much every girl in the series was a boy. Then you'd get this nonsense, complete with cross-dressing superheroes, gay romance, epic showdowns with the forces of evil, and a plethora of perverts who just can't seem to resist a cute boy in drag.
Chapter 1
That cat talked! I swear I saw it... or heard it. And it isn't like I was just imagining things or I was super high on crack or completely and totally inebriated. That cat said a complete sentence, with consonants and vowels and conjugated verbs and a subject and an object! This sentence was completely formed inside that cat's head and somehow its underdeveloped vocal cords were able to put it into coherent speech that I was able to hear with my very own ears.
I'm pretty sure I'm not insane, or that maybe the cat just meowed and it happened to sound like it was saying something. But I guess I have no way to prove it to you, unless I explained completely what happened.
I was having a great dream where I was surrounded entirely by dumplings and yummy chocolate and I must admit it was a big pain in the ass when my mom woke me up, so I asked her for five more minutes like any normal, teenage, eighth-grade boy would do. But I accidentally fell back asleep, and by the time I woke up again, she was screaming at me to get out of bed in a rough and urgent tone.
Normally, I'd just ignore her again, but then she said something about school starting in twenty minutes and those few words caused me to leap from the bed in a fashion that only a trained expert could survive without injury, yet luck was on my side and I grabbed clothes and quickly dressed, running a brush through my increasingly long, yellow hair.
"Hurry the freak up, Seri!" she yelled frantically as I entered the kitchen, shoving a piece of toast in my mouth that almost made me choke, but I managed to force it down and grabbed my lunch box, rushing out the door after quickly pecking her on the cheek.
"Bye, mom!" I yelled.
"Don't waste time to say 'bye' when your future is at stake! Run like your life depends on it, slacker!" my big sister called from the kitchen.
I would've stuck my tongue out, but - like every other morning of my life - I was too pressed to do anything but flee in haste, praying that by some absurd stroke of luck I would make it to school in time and not have to sit out in the hall again.
But something different happened that day. As I ran as fast as my skinny legs could carry me, I noticed a bunch of little kids beating up on a poor, defenseless, black cat in a parking lot. And that made me mad, so I totally forgot about my current mission and ran to the cat's rescue.
"Hey, punks! Leave that kitty alone!" I called, waving my lunch box in a hysterical fashion. One of them turned and grinned. I did my best to look firm-but-kind.
"Make us, princess!" he said, sticking his tongue out. The other laughed obnoxiously and they continued to pull the cat's ears, making it meow in pain.
I got mad, I'll admit. I swung the box over my head and whacked the poor child across the back of his head, causing him to fall flat on his face. "There, I made you. Now buzz off, fuckers!" I said, hoping that a burst of profanity would get my message across to these wannabe-gangster sixth graders.
The one I struck started crying and quickly they ran away, leaving not a trace except the mewing feline that I had saved.
I quickly stroked its ears, smiling.
"You okay, kitty?" I cooed, playing with it for a second, and noticed a bandage on its forehead.
"Huh? What's this doing here?" I asked myself, because there was nobody else that I could've been asking except the cat, and cats can't talk... right?
I slowly pulled the bandage from its forehead to reveal a peculiar-looking scar that was shaped like a crescent moon. The weird part was that it was pure yellow, which was an unusual skin color for a cat.
"Whoa..." I murmured, not noticing how intently the cat was watching me. I brushed a finger across the mark, completely awed by the strange shape. It made me feel so nostalgic, yet I couldn't seem to place the feeling. At the exact instant the contact was made with my fingertip and the cat's forehead, it began to glow.
"Holy crap!" I yelled and quickly dropped it as a powerful force began to pulse from the small black creature. It slowly sank to the ground, staring at me and the glowing ceased, leaving a tangible cloud of static around it. I could feel my hair stand on end.
"I finally found you!" the cat exclaimed, its eyes happily closed and an adorable grin was spread across its face.
"Oh my freaking God! You can talk!" I screamed, beginning to hyperventilate and hoping I wouldn't pass out and get devoured by the alien cat whilst I was unconscious.
"Um... yes I can..." the cat mumbled, fidgeting. "Does that scare you at all?"
But I didn't even answer, I just ran away as fast as I could, praying that it's evil demonic cat friends wouldn't follow me. But nothing ever grabbed my ankle so it could feast on my poor, virgin body while I was vulnerable on the sidewalk, and I made it to the school building, panting from the strenuous morning. Only then did I realize how late I was.
Meekly, I snuck into the classroom on the far end of the first hallway while the teacher had his back turned. I almost made it to my desk before he turned around in a huff. I noticed that the entire class seemed to be watching very carefully, waiting for any scrap of entertainment that might actually give meaning to their relatively meaningless days.
"Mr. Celeste? Would you care to explain to the class why you're late to class again?" he asked, his voice iced with venom and I practically flinched at the malice. I quickly put on my adorable eighth-grade pretty boy face that would either make Mr. Gerund be nice to me, or give him an erection, depending on his tastes.
"Well, you see, I, um, had to save a poor cat that was being tortured and then it started talking, which altogether freaked me out so I found myself distracted, and then I realized how late I was and quickly ran to school as fast as I could! See? I'm sweating really heavy and panting and if you put your hand on my chest you can feel my heart…" I explained, only realizing how stupidly unbelievable my story sounded only after it had been told.
He looked at me for a moment without blinking, and then finally spoke, taking off his glasses and huffing angrily. "Do I look like a complete and total idiot to you, Seri? Or do you just hope I'll feel sorry for you? Get out in the hall now!" He yelled, throwing a piece of chalk at me, which I swiftly dodged and fled the room, hoping there would be no more dangerous projectiles.
I sat out in the hall for at least an hour, bawling my eyes out before the teacher - Mr. Gerund - finally got sick of listening to me cry and let me back into the classroom. But the second I got back into the classroom, he pulled out a quiz that I had, unfortunately, forgotten to study for.
Sadly, I horribly failed the quiz and ate my lunch in tearful silence, while I thought of how unfair life was and debated just ending it with a pen and some very stale crackers….
"Seri! What the hell are you crying for?" my best friend Naka exclaimed as he sat down and pulled out his lunch box, hungrily munching on a rice cake.
"My mom is gonna kill me!" I wailed, dramatically flopping onto my food and holding my failed, red-inked quiz up to his face.
"But it was a really hard quiz, Seri!" Melvin, one of my other genius friends, added. I perked up. If the school smarty got a bad score, I could use that as a defense for my poor score!
"Really? What'd you get, nerd?" Naka and I leaned forward, falling over ourselves in hope for his failure.
"I got a ninety percent! Can you believe it?" he wailed. Naka and I flopped onto the ground in exasperation. It figures that a nerd like him would be devastated over such a 'low' score.
I slapped him, "What the hell? That's a great score! Be proud of yourself or I swear to god I'm going to frickin beat the crap out of you!"
He blushed a vivid red, pushing his glasses further onto his face. "Sorry. I was just trying to help…."
I sighed, shoving more food in my mouth viciously. "The only way you can help is by trading me grades," I explained, half-hoping he'd agree.
He went pale, "If I had grades like yours, I think my parents would pull me into two pieces hoping it would help me do my homework."
I imagined two halves of a body doing homework, but then it got too weird, so I decided to push the image out of my mind. "Whatever, I'm just going to cry like a drowning whale and hope it works."
Naka laughed, "Yeah right. It might work if you didn't cry, like, all the time."
"I don't!" I huffed, but even Melvin agreed withhim. I sighed, feeling totally crushed underneath the weight of stress. And if that weren't enough, at least three guys made a pass at me.
"Hey, Seri. You sure you're a boy?" Kit Koah asked me with a grin, nudging his friends.
"Yeah, I'd go queer for a piece of THAT," another one said. I threw rotten peaches at their faces and ran away as fast as I could. Naka kept telling me how much he hated that I could probably just seduce teachers if I wanted good grades and that I was the luckiest gay boy in the world. I sighed in misery, wishing I didn't look so much like a girl.
The rest of the day passed in misery. I didn't even have the will to eat the candy that Naka stole off of Melody's desk, even though she was a total bitch and no one would've taken her side.
Mr. Gerund took pity on my soul however, and told me I could retake the quiz tomorrow in exchange for not telling the principal about him throwing chalk at me, since apparently he could get in huge trouble if I did, with chalk being all gross and easily lodged in a poor student's throat, causing immediate asphyxiation. This gave me some comfort, possibly having his job in my hands, but soon I completely forgot how much power I had over him and before I knew it, school was over.
I tried to debate the best method of begging for my life as I walked home, when I passed the arcade.
My walk slowed to a stop as I saw the absolutely gorgeous blonde man, Ricky, behind the counter. He smiled warmly to one of the little boys who seemed to be so excited he was about to pee. I looked down at the street, and imagined my mom screaming at me, and then I looked inside the arcade and imagined Ricky kissing me passionately against a game. I weighed the options mentally in my head, coming to a decision.
I walked through the doors, waving to him meekly.
"Hey, Seri," he called, "How long do you want to procrastinate today?"
I thought about it, "Well, I flunked a quiz today so I think about an hour would be sufficient." I always tried to sound witty when I was around him, although I secretly suspected he thought I was a total idiot, even though I was….
He laughed, "Seri, what are you going to do with yourself? This is the third time you've flunked a quiz this week, and it's Tuesday!"
I blushed, "It's not my fault. I just can't stay awake when I study. It's so boring! I want to burn it rather than read it." I tried to play with my hair flirtatiously while I spoke, but I looked more like an antsy slut than a tempting school girl/boy, which depressed me.
He thought for a moment, "Maybe you should find a study buddy?Someone to help you stay awake and talk to you while you learn?" he suggested.
My eyes grew so big I'm surprised it didn't seem to scare him in the slightest. "But who would be my study buddy? None of my friends have enough patience…." I mumbled, trying to look adorable, but probably only accomplishing a look only a pedophile would get turned on by. Hopefully Ricky was a pedophile….
"I'll ask around. I have a few friends who need a study buddy themselves," he answered with a grin.
My eyes shrank to half the size they originally were. "Oh… Well, if anyone, and I mean anyone would like to be my study buddy," I said, looking at him, hoping he'd get the message, "Let me know?"
He grinned, "Definitely."
I mentally killed myself at least seven different times with different methods and virtually killed myself thirty times, most of them through vehicular suicide. I also played the new 'Sailor Venus: Ultra Action' game, which was based on the new vigilante that's been patrolling the area. Her identity is unknown, but she's really popular now! Everyone envies her beauty and grace… even me.
Eventually I vented thoroughly, and then left, waving at Ricky even though I wanted to sob and run away from his hotness. I wondered why he didn't like me, and wished I could be the person he wanted.
For a while, I walked, completely dejected and very unaware of my surroundings, until I ran into something big and heavy, falling on my ass while my backpack burst open, dropping books and papers. I rubbed my forehead in pain, then got to work gathering my things together, not noticing that the thing I had just smashed my face into had stooped down to help me. After I had put everything that was on the ground back into my backpack, I looked up to notice that a very attractive college student was reading one of my papers.
"Thank you! …Could I please have that back?" I asked in a high-pitched squeak that a boy my age should be completely unable to make.
He ignored me and continued to look at my paper. I began to truly think about how poor of a student I had become. I was such a disgrace to my parents… But I couldn't help that I just didn't have the motivation to learn the material. I really wish I had the kind of teacher that blames himself for the student's failure.
"Um…" I stumbled until I realized exactly what he was reading. It was my atrocious test and all the disgusting answers I had spewed onto it, ruining the sanctity of the educational system.
"Were you even conscious when taking this quiz?" he asked with disgust. I was still slightly in shock, and could only open and close my mouth.
He scoffed and thrust the paper into my barely open arms. I stumbled back a few steps, blinking in astonishment.
"Try studying next time, kid," he commanded in a very scary, forceful tone. I flinched from his cruelty, and then held back the tears of humiliation and defeat. I snatched the paper from his hands and stormed past him, ramming my shoulder into his to move him out of my way, though I was sure it hurt me more than it hurt him. After walking for about a block, I had managed to get over the whole ordeal.
Eventually I got home, and my mom flew to the front door.
"Hand over the quiz right now or risk immediate termination," she ordered, fire in her eyes. I gave it to her, praying she would spare my face. She looked over it. "You got every question wrong?" she demanded, looking like she was going to explode. Thank God my dad wasn't home. He was the one with the high-blood pressure. The paper was slowly being crushed to powder in her hands as she stared, bug-eyed, at me for an answer.
"Can I go to my room and do my homework and be grounded for two days please?" I begged.
She still looked pissed, but she also looked tired. "Make it three and we have a deal."
"And Gerund said I can retake the quiz tomorrow."
She rubbed her eyes, sighing and thinking. "If you get over an eighty percent on the quiz tomorrow, we'll forget about you being grounded. No going to the arcade though." She pointed her long, bony finger at me as she gave me my punishment. I felt like I had just saved my own life, and had never felt more relieved.
I went upstairs into my room, planning on throwing myself onto my bed in an attempt to study, but when I opened a door, there, on my bed, was the black cat with a crescent-shaped scar.
I opened my mouth to scream, but the cat rushed forward and tackled me, knocking the breath out of me. I gasped as I hit the ground with a thud, causing me even more discomfort. Its furry paws began tying my hands together behind my back. I would've yelled, but my voice was muffled due to the fact that my face was pressed against the carpet and I was still struggling to breathe. When my hands were finished, I felt a sock go around my head and tightly invade my mouth, making coherent speech completely impossible.
I tried to struggle, I really did, but adrenaline wasn't enough to fight against the mutant cat. I could only lay there helplessly as the feline finished tying me up in my own bedroom.
"Ok! Now, I have a few things to say to you, and then I'll untie you, so long as you promise not to scream your little blonde head off, ok?" the cat explained to me. It had the voice of a sexually ambiguous five-year old, and was the cutest thing I had ever seen, but fear made me unable to appreciate it. I nodded my head, though it was hard when I was smashed against the floor.
"Ok, my name is Lunde, and I am a cat sent from the moon to find Celestial Warriors that I like to call 'Sailor Scouts'. Surely you've heard of Sailor Venus?" the cat asked me.
I nodded again, whacking my forehead against the floor.
"Good! So now I have a few things to show you. I come in peace! So don't freak out and try to kill me, ok?"
I was in too much to pain, so I grunted, hoping it would signal my assent. The cat got the message, and quickly untied me. It had used shoelaces, which miffed me because lacing shoes was tedious. When it removed the sock, I immediately started babbling.
"Oh my God! Who are you? Why are you here? What are Sailor Scouts? What do you want with me are you going to kill me I'm cause too young to die oh my God!"
The cat suddenly slapped me across the face. I felt the soft fluff, and then the sting as claws grazed against my cheek. I whirled onto the floor again, wheezing as I tried to get my breathing back on track.
"Pull yourself together!" the cat screeched, and then I help my mouth shut, not wanting the thing to claw my eyes out. "Ok, so you," the cat said, pointing one of its claws at me, "are the legendary Sailor Moon, descended from heaven to rid the planet of the evil Dark Moon organization," the cat explained, it's eyes narrowed in determination. "Lately, they've been creating monsters to wreak havoc on Tokyo, and the only other Scout that's been awakened is Sailor Venus. Headquarters tells me that there is another agent searching for the other Sailor Scouts, and that my duty is to release Sailor Moon!"
My eyes were practically bugging out of my head as I tried to process what that cat had said to me. Only thirty minutes ago, I never had thought I would ever have a conversation this long with an animal, no matter how insane I was!
The cat saw my appalled expression and sighed. "I guess I'm going to have to prove this to you, since obviously a talking cat isn't enough for you." Suddenly the cat jumped into the air, and with an explosion of sparkles and stars, a little wand fell onto the ground in front of my feet, with a crowned heart on the top of it. It was very… pink.
"What the hell is this?" I asked, slightly angry. "This is the tackiest thing I've ever seen in my life."
The cat smiled happily, "That is the Crescent Moon Wand! It is how you can transform into Sailor Moon!"
I stared at the adorable little monster, tired and confused. "I need to study for my make-up quiz tomorrow. I don't have time for this crap," I muttered, moving to put the wand on my bed-side table and gather my books together so I could possibly stand a chance on that evil test tomorrow.
The cat threw itself on my history book and mewed miserably. "Please hear me out! Just say 'Moon Star Action!' while you hold the wand and see what happens! Please?" the cat begged. It did its kitty cat eyes and I was a sucker for them.
Grabbing the stupid wand off of the table, I stood in the center of the room, took a deep breathe and muttered what the cat told me to say. Nothing happened.
"That was terrible! You have to say it with emotion!" the cat jeered from my bed. I glared at it.
"Talking cats shouldn't even exist, let alone tell me what to do!" I snapped back at it, then took another breathe.
"Moon Star Action!"
Suddenly, red streams of light began to protrude from the wand, and wrap themselves around me. I myself exploded in light, rising into the air like an invisible cord was raising me higher. The ribbons wrapped themselves around me, bursting into clothing. I felt a crown-thingy appear on my forehead, and suddenly I had earings, which made little sense because I didn't have pierced ears and they weren't clip-ons.
When everything was finished, I was lowered back to the ground, completely re-outfitted. I scrambled to the mirror I had in my room, and gasped.
"What happened to me?" I yelled, observing the clothing choice. I was in a sailor schoolgirl outfit, with a red, white, and blue color scheme. And I was wearing a mini-skirt and a tiara!
The cat let out a squeal of glee, "You are Sailor Moon! I was worried for a second!"
"Why am I wearing a mini-skirt? This is disgusting!" I cried in embarrassment. The cat looked just as confused as I was.
"What's the deal? You look cute!"
"What's so cute about a teenage boy wearing a girl's uniform?" I questioned in anger.
The cat's mouth opened in shock. "You're a boy?"
My cheeks turned red. "Yes! I'm a boy! So this costume really isn't working for me! You expect me to go fight evil with this?"
The cat examined my crotch with interest. "You must be pretty tiny! Even when I look, it doesn't look like anything's there!"
I slapped the cat off my bed, "Get out, cat!" I yelled.
"My name is Lunde," the cat corrected. It climbed back onto my bed, and sat down like nothing happened. Its eyes narrowed as though it were daring me to try smacking it again. I forgot about its terribly sharp claws, and sat down next to it.
"Ok, so what now?" I asked, anxious about what it had in store for me. The idea of being a super-hero was starting to sink in. I was startingto get excited. "Do I get to go kick the crap out of evil and save the day? Serving justice to the damned? Do I get to have super cool action poses and shoots laser beams out of my eyes?"
Suddenly, a cute beeping sound came from the cat, who looked at his paw, which appeared to be the source of the noise. Noticing my inquiring look, the cat explained, "It's a dark energy tracker, which is installed into every cat agent's paw at birth!"
"That sounds painful…"
"But, it's super useful! It's saved my life more than once! Right now, there's a monster that's been released nearby! It's a perfect opportunity for you to go practice!"
"M-m-monster?" I stuttered. It hit me that to be a super hero, you had to put your life on the line.
"Yes! We should go right now!"
The cat ran to the window and immediately jumped out. I lived on the second floor, so I was a little worried about it, but when I looked out, it appeared to be fine.
"Come on!" it called.
"I can't! If my parents see me in this outfit, they're going to send me to a counselor or something!" I hissed from my window, hoping the cat could hear me.
"Seri? Do you want something to eat?" my mom called from behind the door, rapping on it softly.
"Um…" I began to stutter. I needed to get rid of her, and fast, "No thank-you. I'm really tired, so I'm just going to go to bed once I'm done studying, ok?"
"What are you saying, Seri?" she asked, with way too much shock in her voice. "You don't want to… eat?"
I tried to open the window as slowly as I could, and succeeded in making no noise. "No, thanks. Good night, mom!"
Behind the door was a dull thud of something heavy falling to the floor? I flinched as I suspected in might have been my mother passing out. I haven't missed a meal once in my entire life.
I slipped past the window and began to climb down the storm drain into the soft hedges beneath my room. I had done this plenty of times, but it was only to practice in case some really hot guy wanted me to sneak out with him. So far, that hadn't happened, but I knew my practice would pay off one day.
Together, Lunde and I ran through the streets of Tokyo. He wanted to take the fastest way, but that involved walking around in front of people. He told me that my sailor outfit was a perfect disguise, and no one could possibly recognize me. I doubted that people were that stupid, but I supposed anything was possible.
We took the alleyways, and soon arrived at the place where Lunde suspected the evil was residing. Nothing was there.
"Hey…! Where's the monster?" I asked, confused. He looked just as confused as I was. We looked around. We were in a courtyard outside of an apartment building, and it was pretty slummy. I was a bit grossed out by the dead bird that was in the center of the courtyard.
"Well… This sucks! I just snuck out for nothing!"
Lunde gave me an exasperated look, but then his paw began to beep again. I span around to see a gorgeous hunk with pitch black hair standing at the exit of the courtyard. I blushed, remembering the outfit I was wearing. He smirked, with malice.
"Hello," he greeted, walking forward. Everything about him was shady, but delightfully attractive. I noticed that he had a black crescent moon tattoo on his forehead. Lunde hissed violently, causing me to jump.
"That's the dark prince, Endyre! He's the leader of the Dark Moon Clan! He's the person we're supposed to be fighting…"
"Ok!" I yelled, and got into my action pose. "I am the warrior Sailor Moon! I represent truth, justice, and love! In the name of the moon, I shall punish you!" I could feel the stars of justice shine behind me. Lunde made a gagging noise, but I ignored him. If I didn't do my little speech, I knew I was going to piss my pants from terror.
He kept walking and pushed me out of my action pose into a wall. "You're cute. But that's about it. I don't really think you'll be much of a challenge to dominate in battle… or in bed." He winked, and pressed his soft lips against mine, his warm tongue finding its way into my mouth. He smelled like cologne. I started trembling, but slapped him across the face and pushed him off.
"Get away from me, you pervert!"
He rubbed his reddening cheek, and glared at me with pure hatred. Slowly he began to walk the opposite direction, snapping his fingers, and disappearing into the night.
"Hey! That was rude! You molest me and then leave? And what's with the finger snapping? Are you retarded or something?" I yelled, but I doubt he heard me. I was about to chase after him, when Lunde called me.
"Seri, look!" Lunde motioned towards the center of the courtyard. The dead bird was growing and pulsing with dark energy, slowly turning into something that looked almost human. It stood up, its dead eyes staring at me, and it ascended into the sky.
"Oh my God!" I screamed, and began running around in circles, panicking. The bird swooped, trying to grab me with its sharp talons, but I managed to dodge it, though part of my arm got sliced by the claws. I sprang forward, doing a front flip for some strange reason.
"You have more agility and strength when you're in the sailor outfit, but it's not going to be enough to kill that weird bird-thing. You're going to have to use your tiara!"
"What?" I screamed, dodging another attack from the gross monster. For some reason, I don't think it was trying to kill me. It appeared to want to grab me. I screamed as I thought of it taking me back to its nest where it devoured me alive. I was distracted by my horrible mental image, and before I knew it, the bird was flying straight at me.
"Look out!" Lunde yelled, hiding behind a trash can. I flinched, readying myself for the pain of the talons and being carried off into the night. After a moment, I heard the bird cry out in pain, and fall onto the ground next to me. I opened my eyes to see that a rose had buried itself into the bird's back, paralyzing it momentarily. I looked up to see a man in a black outfit and a white mask standing on the roof of the apartment.
"Sailor Moon! You have been awakened, at last! The fell swoop of a poisoned rose is far more dangerous than the rough hands of violence. Cleanse the demon with your justice and love!" he called.
My eyes grew ten times their original size, a new record. "Who are you…?" I asked.
"I am Tuxedo Mask! The masked defender!" he replied, and disappeared by nothing more than the light of the moon.
"Seri, to use your tiara, just say 'Moon Tiara Action!'" Lunde instructed.
I nodded, taking off the tiara. Suddenly, it began to glow. The monster started to move, making pathetic screeches. I spun around to get momentum. "Moon Tiara Action!" I called, and hurled the hot disk at the monster. It sliced through its decaying body, and it let out a cry as it dissolved.
"Lovely!" it screamed, before its entire body vanished into the ground, leaving only the dead bird behind. I nearly passed out, but Lunde slapped me across the face again. I spat out a little tuft of hair, and we began to walk home. The streets were dark, but much less frightening than they had been before I narrowly avoided death from the cursed corpse of a pigeon.
"So am I going to have to do this every night?" I asked, sighing wearily.
Lunde just mewed cutely. "I hope so! That was fun!"
"You hid behind a trash can the whole time! I was almost devoured by a gross bird monster!"
"Yeah, but it was awesome! And you got to make-out with a hot bad guy! And some weird guy called you a poisonous rose! You don't think that was the coolest night ever?"
I froze as I came to a horrible realization.
"THAT WAS MY FIRST KISS!" I screamed, nearly tearing out two handfuls of my hair. "There goes my innocence! And my youth! And all those daydreams I spent planning the perfect kiss, and he stole it from me!"
"Calm down! It was just a kiss!"
"But he shoved his tongue in my mouth!"
"Oh my God!" Lunde gasped. We both hugged each other and cried for my wasted first kiss. Suddenly, the sailor suit disappeared, leaving me back in my original outfit.
"Oh, I forgot to explain. The suit lasts until you don't need it anymore, or if you experience a severe physical blow. Like, if you fall off a cliff, the suit sacrifices itself to save you, but you're not going to be able to transform for a while."
I nodded, wondering where in Japan I was going to fall off a cliff, but glad I wouldn't die from it. I climbed back up into my window behind my house, making sure nobody was watching. Lunde followed. I tried to find a way to figure out how I would convince my parents to let me keep him, but I was much too tired for that, so I fell into my bed, Lunde cuddling up beside me.
"Goodnight, Seri… You did a good job today…" he sighed, yawning. I wrapped my arms around him, enjoying his warmth and his soft fur, and fell asleep almost immediately.
It had been a long day.
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