Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to Sailor Moon, Takeuchi Naoko does for many, many, various reasons.
So, without further ado, here's the promised companion piece to my one-shot, Risa the first chapter of Child of Love and War!
11/27/15 - I've decided to go over this peice, re-edit it to my current writing style, and fix it's errors as of now. So, if things seem altered, don't fret, it's just me being as indecisive as I am at times!
Dimensions were always deemed as a problem for her, perhaps it was due to the fact that she had to give up nearly everything that she had known to protect them or it was possibly that they were quite frankly, for better terms, a pain in her arse. If anyone were to ask her, she'd tell them, "I bear it because I must." Or some sort of Sailor Pluto styled remark that she—albeit discreetly—did just for the annoyed reactions; she reveled in it, as messed up as that sounded. Though, the duty topic wasn't exactly the case at first though; it never was to begin with. Long ago—far enough that she couldn't exactly remember, probably due to the annoyances of reincarnation—she had loved another, whether in a romantic light or not. But, as she said before, it was far too long ago for her to recall, so thus, she was fighting for a cause she didn't seem to quite remember or understand.
Sailor Regulus signed and ran a gloved hand over the black stone that lay embedded her golden Sailor Soldier Tiara. Her uniform was much different than the Sailor Soldiers' own. Rather than a casual sailor uniform though, she wore an outfit that was identical to the fictional Allen Walker's own from the series D-Gray Man that hailed from her own dimension. Her weapon on the other hand, was different than the Outer Sailor Soldiers' too; it was a silver-bladed katana, with the same colored hilt. It acted as a key of sorts, to unlock the Dimensional Doors that led to any dimension of her choosing.
It got lonely after a while here though, Regulus mused. After spending years after years there, she grew to gain a great sense of loneliness and sorrow, most likely due to only communicating with one person her whole time there. After her apparent rebirth from death during the Silver Millennium—according to her former feline advisor, Sol—she had awakened as Sailor Regulus and stood in this void of nothingness. Ever since then, it had been nothing but cold loneliness and sorrow; it was a burden that she was only allowed to carry.
Physically speaking, Regulus looked like any normal fifteen year old teenager that stood at five foot eight, but in reality, she was over four hundred years old. Throughout her spanning lifetime, she had experienced her allies die and be reborn again; watching it over and over again was emotionally taxing, and after a time, physically. In all honesty, she was sick of it; she was sick of it all.
A tall shadowed figure appeared in the distance, the cape from his tuxedo outline blowing in the winds helplessly. When he was in sight, she noted that he was tanner than usual; his skin had almost a coppery look to it. His messy jet black hair whipped around as the winds increased tenfold and his sea green eyes were full of determination. "Regulus, Sol has detected something in another dimension; it could pose as a threat," he began. "I don't think you'll like it at all."
"What is it?" Regulus demanded. As much as it pained her, she had to go through with her duty, even if she didn't like it. Emotions could never get in the way of duty; duty always came first, and she wasn't about the change that at any approaching moment, much less this current one. "Tell me Daisuke."
"I didn't want to be the one to tell you." Daisuke's face fell. "But, the Moon Princess' dimension is in peril; we believe it's an alternate rift."
"Alright," Regulus said finally as she nodded slowly, running a hand through her chin-length brown hair. "I'll deal with it. Go back to your home, Daisuke."
"Okay." Daisuke frowned visibly, and before he disappeared he said, "But be careful, alright? I don't want you to get hurt. Believe it or not, we still care for you a lot, Miyuki."
Regulus scowled at her former name. She had given up that name the time she became a guardian; she hadn't heard it uttered in over a hundred years or something in that matter. Given that information, why say it to her now? And, she knew he and her former allies still cared about her immensely, so, again, why say it to her now?
"I care for you guys a lot too," Regulus murmured after a time, her brown eyes adverted to the white-tiled flooring. She was aware of some of the tears that had fell from her eyes, and wiped them away; there wasn't time for emotions, only the mission at hand. But still, she couldn't stop them, as much as she wished that she could. "More than you all will ever know."
~O~O~O~O~
Eri's fourteen-year old eyes shot open as an alarm clock went of melodically. She immediately jumped up from her bed frantically and bolted from the room as the sun's rays shone through her faint gray curtains. The time read 8:15, and that wasn't a good sign; it wasn't one at all.
"Who would've though a daughter of the all-mighty Hino Rei would be like Usagi with sleeping?" she heard her mother, Minako, comment enthusiastically.
If Eri were to be compared to her mothers, she had Minako's face, blue eyes, and thick locks, but she had Rei's colored hair, the certain dullness to her eyes that seemed to fit with her image, and inherited supernatural abilities, maybe they were even possible heightened more so than her mother. Although, in contrast, she was neither motivated to do well in school nor had no care about it; education just seemed to be there, just not something she had to prioritize over things she considered important—which were a lot, much to Rei's dismay.
"She's your daughter too, don't forget," Rei replied. "Your Sailor V days weren't exactly all full of attendance graces, according to Artemis."
"What was that supposed to mean, Rei?" Minako inquired, placing her hands over her hips. "I'll have you know that was years ago! If you haven't noticed, while you're off at your office, I'm working hard as a housewife!"
"As much as I'd like to argue otherwise, you're right," Rei sighed in defeat before bringing her wife into her willing arms. "And that's one of the many reasons why I love you; you work as hard as I do for our family."
"You're so sappy at times Rei," she heard Minako chuckle wholeheartedly, but oblige all the same. "I guess the married life had changed you for the better."
Rather than stick around and experience her mothers flirt—or whatever that was—and possibly do anything more intimate than that, Eri waved to her parents briefly in a 'goodbye' gesture attempt before grabbing a piece of toast and darting from the apartment quickly. She couldn't afford to be late once again, after all; it was either that or evil demonic nuns trying to murder her hands with a wooden ruler. Wait a second, she began mentally. Isn't that illegal or something? I mean, we're in the twenty-first century for God's sake!
Eri was running at top speed down the streets of Tokyo. She'd be lucky if she were to even make it to the academy, much less make on time. She had just hoped that luck would indeed have been in her side that day rather than not at all.
Or it was the dreaded 'murderous evil demon nuns with dangerous wooden weapons' option.
~O~O~O~O~
She had been lucky to make it on time, but the class proved to be the unlucky part of her boring and drawn out day, curtesy of Japan's misfortune of suffering from natural disasters, like any other island or possibly a large mass of land in the world.
After adjusting her T*A Academy uniform, Eri sighed out of boredom. At the moment, some sister was going on about the Kamaishi earthquake that had occurred only days before. Of course, she felt bad for the innocents who had experienced it, but she had already gotten the lecture in her earlier classes and briefly from her mothers' too; quite frankly, it was getting quite monotonous and tedious.
Eri sighed inaudibly and narrowed her gaze ever so slightly. If her mother had taught her anything, it was that auras could be a gate to someone else's personality, motives, and emotions. If that were the case, then the sister that was lecturing at the moment has had an acquaintance or two that were wounded in the Kamaishi earthquake or possibly worse, so thus she felt like explaining it thoroughly. That didn't exactly mean that Eri enjoyed it though; it was quite the opposite, actually, and she wished it would cease to continue instantly or that she would spontaneously combust so the pain and to rite of the dullness would end at that precise moment.
She attempted to suppress a yawn. How long has the lecture been going on for; ten, twenty minutes? In all honesty, Eri—and probably the entire class too, if she were to guess—had lost count a long time ago; no doubt due to the disinterest nearly all of the student's—including her—held.
Eri bit back a yawn-in-progress once again. If there was anything she hated more than brussel sprouts in life, it had to be drawn out lectures, and Sister Watanabe's lecture was no exception; not that it could ever be, anyway. Well, maybe it could be an exception if a zombie apocalypse overrun by fluffy pink unicorns and Tsukino Kousagi's more annoying clones with lasers coming from their eyes and long sharp talons were to occur; in other words, it was logistically impossible for nature to naturally achieve such cruelty.
"So you hate this too Eri?" one of her classmates and best friend—identified as Fukui Kumiko—whispered in a hushed tone. "I mean, this is so boring!"
Eri rolled her eyes. Kumiko was right in a sense, but in her opinion, it wasn't extremely boring, just too long and maybe mildly passable at most. She whispered in response, "I know, but we can't get out of it—and Sister Watanabe really needs to get this out of her system; she had someone she knew injured in it."
"How do you know that?" Kumiko asked. "Did you ask her; hear an insane rumor, or something like that? How?"
"No I didn't; it was written all over her aura." Eri shook her head, and Kumiko shot up, shouting out of shock, "HINO, NO WAY!"
Sister Watanabe narrowed her eyes. "Leave the classroom now, just the two of you; we will have a little chat after class ends."
Eri lowered her head before glaring at Kumiko briefly as the shuffled out of the said classroom. Her forming scowl began to consume all other expressions from her face from both embarrassment and slight anger. That girl has a huge mouth, she thought. It's much bigger than Mom's was when she was a teenager, and much more dangerous and trouble prone; she really needs to try to fix it.
Of course, Eri would never think to voice her opinion out loud; she couldn't bear to hurt Kumiko's feelings, as irritating as she may be at every given passing second. If she did hurt Kumiko's feelings, her parents would probably scold—no murder—her for doing so and she'd feel extraordinarily guilty. Her mother, Rei, had always taught her to treat others—especially others that she cared for, as annoying as they may be— with elegance, politeness and respect, not the opposite; it was an unsaid rule that was always expected to be followed.
"At least Sister Watanabe didn't kill us this time," Kumiko began, albeit very quietly so she didn't disturb their instructor and get them into even deeper trouble. "Am I right or what?"
"Be quiet," Eri hissed as she squeezed her eyes and tightened the red ribbon that was tied securely in her hair. For once, you idiot, she added mentally. Kumiko would surely get them in trouble, like always, sadly. "She may overhear you."
"What might I overhear exactly, young ladies?" Watanabe asked—all to sweetly, if someone were to ask Eri—whilst looming over the shoulders menacingly. "I hope it's not terribly urgent to postpone our little chat."
Sailor Eros, a slightly deep feminine voice whispered from the back of her mind. You need to find us; our allies need your aid greatly!
Eri blinked at the thought while her instructor was lecturing her about the importance of education, or something in that matter; honestly, she had no clue. Her attention was barely on the second lecture of the day, but rather on the confusion of the voice she had just heard; she knew it definitely wasn't hers. Was she just imagining things, or was her sixth sense acting up again, like it had all those times before when she got bored?
"—I'm going to call your parents, since this is the eighth time this happened this week."
Eri froze at Sister Watanabe's statement. There was no doubt about it, she was the pure definite definition of screwed; her mothers would surely murder her after that phone call would be given, and she was completely and utterly certain about that.
Eri noticed that Kumiko had paled considerably too, and she smirked mentally at the realization. Serves you right Kumiko, you got us into this mess, after all.
Her thoughts then travelled back to her parents. They would definitely give her a scolding—if the hadn't killed her first, of course—at this second rule-break, that little was evident. She could deal with Youma—as she was a Sailor Soldier too—and nasty mother-stealing witches (long story, like her whole Sailor Soldier identity), but Rei and rule-breaking was never a good mix; it was one Eri wanted to stay away from, and planned to do so for life, until this very incident had destroyed her hopes and dreams for the future.
They have to be kidding me though! With the slightest scowl spreading across her lips, she wanted to give a piece of her mind to Kumiko and Watanabe. It was all Kumiko's fault since she initiated the conversation and the shout that interrupted the lesson, not Eri's own; so why should she be given the harsh consequences? Wasn't it fair and just for Eri to be left alone for being wrongly communicated to during class and Kumiko scolded for being the one talking practically the whole time, of one were to discount Sister Watanabe's lecture?
She sighed as the Watanabe went on and on about their wrongs and how it was a sin, but she wasn't paying attention at all. She had more important things on her mind, after all; some of them included the next volleyball match that she had recently heard about or whether her family was going to have pizza that night or not. Yes, she had much more important things in her mind than a simple scolding by her unjust instructor.
However, with her sixth sense nagging her relentlessly, Eri had a good feeling that today wasn't going to be exactly the luckiest or most normal day that she was ever going to experience in her short lifetime of fourteen years. Well, at least it's a Friday.
~O~O~O~O~
Groaning, Daisuke ran a hand through his hair and smooth out the Moto-Azabu uniform that he was currently adorning. Of course, he could've taken the easy way out and avoid aiding Regulus like she had suggested, but he couldn't; he cared too much for her—almost like a sister of sorts—to abandon her like that. Just as a brother wouldn't leave his sister to deal with a life-threatening task, Daisuke could never leave Regulus, no matter how much she complained about his decision.
He studied his surroundings. The Tokyo sidewalk was less crowded than usual and the sky slightly dimmed, he noted; it was odd that it would be like that, since it was only a quarter past three in the afternoon at the moment and students should've been getting out of school by then, just as he had only half an hour before. Well, he thought humorously, albeit with some—if not non-existent—shame. More like snuck off than anything.
Daisuke groaned once again. How long has it been since he had a normal school day—one that didn't involve him scheming on how to defeat the newest enemy or how Regulus was fairing? Of course, had had only known the name that she had went by in their past lives rather than her current reincarnation, if she even had one that was.
"Upperclassman!" a younger boy with messy curly white hair and brilliant blue eyes greeted enthusiastically as he waved while running up to Daisuke.
Hayashi Arata as a boy who was two grades below his own, as he was a first year and junior high and Daisuke were in his second year of high school. Arata oddly always wore a navy blue band around her head, as if attempted to conceal something. Daisuke ran a hand though his hair. Arata was odd but had a bright outlook on life; that much was most definitely certain, if not obviously tangible, at most.
Suddenly, two girls both wearing T*A Academy uniforms passed by them, chatting elegantly, as if to maintain a good image for their school, or some reason like that, and they both had took keep their jaws from falling agape.
Daisuke immediately felt his mouth begin to dry as he attempted to keep it closed. They're beautiful and those uniforms make them look so sexy, he thought as he began wiping the blood that was leaking from his nose due to his newly formed nosebleed. I have to stop being such a hentai; the mission always comes before emotions! He groaned outwardly for the third time that day and ran a hand through his hair. How old are they? I mean, they can't be a day over fourteen! What's wrong with me? Well, if Regulus had caught me coming here, this wouldn't have ever happened in the first place! Yeah, I'm just going to go with that.
"Kumiko, why are they staring at us?" the raven haired girl of the two inquired, motioning to their dumbstruck forms.
"We're good looking and they're hormonal teenage boys," the wavy brown haired girl—who was most likely identified as Kumiko—giggled with her brown eyes sparkling. She went to push her glasses up the bridge of her nose, as they had fallen down an inch or two. "And besides Eri, they're really, really, cute, too!"
"Oh please." Eri rolled her eyes. "Spare me the large amount of teenage girl talk about boys. Mom finally stopped doing that with idols after Mama and I had to get it through her thick skull to stop doing it all the time; just like idols, I don't need your intake on boys."
"Aw, just because you have two mothers doesn't mean that you have to ruin my fun!" Kumiko pouted, although a small smile was growing despite her—undoubtedly faked—annoyance.
Okay, rewind. Daisuke regained his composure, although he had a feeling that Arata wasn't even close to doing so yet. She has lesbian parents? That's kind of hot. He honestly felt disgusted by his last thought. If they're together, they obviously love each other immensely, and he had no problem with that, in a matter of fact, Daisuke was a supporter of the LGBT communities of the world himself. They probably just didn't have to intentions to be on display so they could be subject several teenage boys' fantasies, though; he shouldn't have been thinking that, but unfortunately, it was inevitable, no matter how much he was against it. Damn hormones!
"Seriously though, stop staring!" Eri snapped with an annoyed glare, in which Daisuke suspected had to be a hereditary trait, with its intensity and all. "It's extremely uncomfortable and creepy!"
"I-I'm sorry!" That previous statement seemed to snap Arata out of it and cue him into apologizing, Daisuke noticed, and he suspected that his friend was staring at and referring to Eri entirely, but was doing so not of a crush or attraction of any sorts, but of something much more deeper and mysterious, in which Daisuke couldn't exactly comprehend at that present moment.
Daisuke's eyes unexpectedly narrowed. Eri's aura was a strange black color; it weirdly changed to shades dark of red and orange at times. The only person he knew that had that same colored aura was Regulus, and even so, it was extremely rare for someone to have that specific aura. He immediately became suspicious. What if she's the enemy we've become aware of? What if she's dangerous?
"There one of them goes again with the zoning off," Eri groaned, and Daisuke noted that groaning seemed to be popular that hour. She spun on her heels and Kumiko readied herself to follow, like an overly obedient dog to its master. "Let's go Kumiko."
And with that, they were gone in an instant.
Daisuke placed a hand to his chin. He needed to consult his fellow allies quickly; the sooner the better, he mused. Of course, there was also the matter of studying Eri and then confronting her about the conflict. "I need to tell Regulus about this . . ."
"Wait, Regulus—as in the star?" Arata finally piped up after the whole Eri-Kumiko ordeal. "Why would you need to tell a star about girls?"
"Uh, it's nothing—just a strange fetish, yeah that's it!" Daisuke jumped. Note to self, never speak out loud ever again. "It's my strange thing, you know?"
"You're weird, Upperclassman." Arata shook his head. "I'm going now, see you!"
Waving sheepishly, Daisuke watched as his companion left. He then scowled at his previous slip-up. I have to stop talking to myself out loud or someone will end up finding out about Regulus and I, or think that I belong in a slammer, he fumed mentally, both angrily and with a slight bitterness, the latter confusing him immensely, but not enough for him to really think about it more than once. "It needs to stop!"
"Mommy, why is that older boy talks my to himself like he's mad?" a young brown-headed child questioned his mother curiously, his innocent hazel eyes shining. He wore a plain white t-shirt, denim jeans, and worn dirty sneakers that were obviously a pearly white color long before the sneaker abuse had clearly started.
"C'mon," his mother urged insistently, staring at Daisuke like he was an infectious disease of some sorts. She wore a business suit and held her brown hair in a tight bun. Her eyes, unlike her son's, were anything by shining or innocent, as he observed; from what he could tell, she was stuck up and bitter, probably due to a negative life even that had most likely occurred previously in her lifetime. "Let's go home Natsuki, now."
"Alright Mommy," Natsuki said as his mother led him away, although, he still seemed very perplexed by the looks of it.
Daisuke turned to the spot where the young mother and son had once lingered, his scowl increasing at dangerous rates.
"I really have to stop doing that!"
~O~O~O~O~
He knew he was muscled silver haired young man sitting on a large throne in what looked like a darkened palace's throne room, but he didn't feel as embarrassed as he had thought he would all those years ago when he had first began he reign. He stroked his beard thoughtfully, with his dull eyes shining before scowling at a servant of his. "General Alexandrite, is it true that Sailor V has returned?"
A young man with clean cut dirty blonde hair—discounting the mass of bangs that frames his forehead—and emerald eyes nodded warily. He wore an identical uniform to Nephrite's Dark Kingdom one, except with black boots rather than brown. "Yes, Lord Sphene."
"For you, that's rather . . . unfortunate." Sphene's scowl deepened considerably. He was honestly starting to get annoyed by his servant. They needed to destroy the Sailor Soldiers, not dance around the subject like they had done before. "You will annihilate all the threats. If I find that the Sailor Soldiers are still alive, there shall be consequences on your part; is that understood?"
"Yes sir!" Alexandrite nodded quickly and lowered his head in a bow. "I will destroy them and gather energy for our future reign over the Earth itself!"
"Good," Sphene finally said, his blood-red eyes glinting maliciously. He was rather pleased with Alexandrite's answer, which he had expected the general had known that was the correct answer from the start. "Very good indeed."
~O~O~O~O~
Sighing as she neared the Hikawa Shrine, Eri scowled. What was up with that guy? What was he, some sort of creeper? Men are weird. She ran her fingers through her hair, although, unlike her mothers, she had no bangs—with the exception with the hair framing the sides of her forehead that was. The image of the white haired boy gaping at her burned itself into her mind. There was something off about his white aura; she just couldn't place her finger on it. She wasn't particularly worried about the older boy though; his aura had an orange gold that reminded her of Chiba Mamoru's own, and perhaps her mother, Rei's, very briefly. She still didn't understand what was up with the white haired boy's stutter though; she dismissed it as just a man-thing. Younger boys are too, I guess.
Eri's eyes fell upon a giggling blonde girl in shrine maiden robes, who looked no more than seven, her sister—her all-to-painfully-and-irritatingly-innocent sister.
Hino Aiko was born shortly after Rei had been diagnosed with an odd cancer (another long story, but the Silver Crystal had fixed everything). She looked identical to Minako, and was as equally rowdy and hyperactive, just with less perverse jokes in private, if Eri were to be concerned.
"Eri!" Aiko ran up with the biggest grin that she could muster up. She were her hair in her trademark braid that was tied by a single red ribbon, as always and the golden locket that Kino Akira—the third child and only son of Kino Makoto and Ami—had gifted her with. "You're finally home!"
"Just because you got out earlier than I did today doesn't mean that it takes me forever to get home," Eri grumbled. Her sister also had a habit of over exaggerating things or taking them out of context, a tendency of which got extremely annoying the day after it was picked up all those antagonizing weeks ago; she wished that it would dissipate into oblivion then destroyed by an atomic bomb after spending years in the Christian torture house known as Hell, honestly.
Eri sighed. Aiko also knew of the Sailor Soldiers' secret identities, as she had found out after a Youma attacked their family while on a vacation in Okinawa. Of course, Eri already knew that long before and had transformed into Sailor Eros to help Mars and Venus purge the wicked beast. Not to say the least, but Aiko thought it was "awesome" that her parents—she had thought the same about them when she had first found out too—and older sister were Sailor Soldiers.
"Eri, Do you know when Mama is going to finally get home from her job?" Aiko asked. Despite her question, her eyes twinkled with a certain happiness only an innocent and energetic child could withhold. "She's taking forever!"
Eri opened her mouth to respond, but froze after the movement of a shadow was caught in the corner of her eye. She was certain it was; it had to be a Youma; the presence of one of those demons was extremely hard to forget and didn't exactly take a psychic-genius to recognize on the spot. Eri frowned. Aiko wasn't a Sailor Soldier by a long shot, as she had observed, it would be dangerous for a younger sister to stay in the midst of a future battle any long than she had to be. "Aiko, could you go inside and get me my robes?"
Aiko looked confused for a moment, but she ran inside the shrine anyway. Eri had a feeling that her sister had some psychic abilities of her own too, and had sensed the Youma's presence just like she had a moment ago.
"Come out!" Eri shouted to a certain person—no beast, rather—particular, well, if the Youma wasn't there anymore, she's look like an insane fool. All she knew was that she had to protect her friends, her family—she had to protect all of the innocent; that was always her top priority in life, both as a Sailor Soldier and civilian alike. "I know you're there, Youma!"
The Youma finally made itself known to Eri. It had a tall lithe female be form, long talons, unruly hair than fell down a little past its midsection, a gravy covering its green-tinted body like a one-price bathing suit; in truth, it wasn't exactly the prettiest thing she had ever seen in her life, but not the ugliest she's ever seen, either. The Youma bared its yellow-stained fangs at her while its eyes gleamed with one primal urge: murder.
"I won't let you hurt anyone! Eros Asteroid Power, Make-Up!" Eri shouted, raising the black transformation pen that had been given to her by Artemis after she had transformed by Will at the age of seven, much thanks to mother-stealing witches and their minions.
She finished her transformation and stared down at her sailor uniform that had replied her academy's own. The outfit itself had a red skirt and the lining that normally matched it, black heeled shoes that were identical to Sailor Venus' former—with the exception of the color, of course—black ribbons, and a black stone inside of her tiara; it was an all too familiar feeling, the thrill of adrenaline from transforming, and she grinned from it, as she hadn't done so it what felt like an eternity.
"I am the Soldier of Mystery; Sailor Eros is on the scene!" Sailor Eros—once Eri—announced, striking a pose similar to Sailor Venus' own, her eyes sparkling in the sun's intense rays like the stones they greatly resembled in color. "As my current rank and for the Asteroid 433 Eros, I will punish you, Youma scum!"
The Youma made an unintelligible sound before jumping to lunge at her. It raised it talons in the slashing position and opened its shark-like mouth as well f it was going to devour her on the spot. . If she had been any normal she would've been frozen in place, but she was a Sailor Soldier, not a coward; Sailor Soldiers did one thing that majorly contrasted them from cowards, they actually dodged but opted to stay in the fight rather than the opposite action of running comically, and Eros did just that.
The Youma stared at her perplexingly, which it probably was immensely undoubtedly due to its primitive and mentally inferior personality that won out, in comparison to her own.
"This can't go on any longer!" Eros shouted. She would be damned if she let this . . . thing, live any further so it could harm her loved one. "I won't allow it! Eros Resistant Charm!"
The red beam of energy that she knew so well erupted from her palm, darting straight into the Youma's line of sight almost brutally; then it destroyed the beast with the upmost precision and accuracy. To her, it felt extraordinarily good to fight again, Sailor Eros realized. She hadn't gone up against a straggling Youma in months, and now that it happened, she was still feeling the effects of the adrenaline rush, and she loved it; she loved it all.
"Yeah!" Eros whooped gleefully. "I still got it!"
~O~O~O~O~
The desolate front of the Hikawa Shrine seemed neglected by every bit then, Eri noted, but then frowned at her current nuisance. Kumiko's nagging was really getting on her nerves; if they hadn't just gotten back from T*A Academy , she would've probably abandoned her friend and change into her shrine maiden robes rather than stay in her school uniform; which was all too uncomfortable at the moment, in her opinion.
"For the last time, I won't do it!" Eri enthused, her eyes shining with contentment. Her friend's request was both foolish and insane, so much so that she couldn't wrap her head around it. If it was so stupid, why should she have to go through with it; why her of all the billions of people in the world? "Why must I always be the brunt of your stupid plans, Kumiko?"
"Because," Kumiko began as she pouted immaturely, much like a child would do, "you really need to loosen up and expand your horizons!"
Eri stiffened. She didn't agree with the request, it would only reveal one of her mouth her guarded secrets. Kumiko didn't know her secret, and why should she to begin with; she didn't have any jurisdiction over her tastes or anything like that, so again, why should she? "No means no, and I won't say it again!"
"B-but—" Kumiko's pout deepened, and Eri felt her resolve begin to deteriorate as each new second –slowly passed by in a painful matter. "—I really want to get some with you!"
"I will never understand how you deal with doing that every day," Eri groaned, a scowl beginning to form across her pale features. She didn't understand Kumiko's fascination with "getting some" nor did she understand the average civilian's desire in doing the action all together, and perhaps, how they could stand it.
Kumiko's pout was at its visible worse, as was Eri's evident terrifying scowl.
"All I wanted to do was just eat some ice cream with you!"
"But I really hate ice cream!"
A/N: Wow, the first chapter is finally done, two weeks later! So as the point of view implies, this story will resolve around Eri and her friends' adventure. This is the longest chapter that I've wrote in a long time, so let's pray that I can keep it up! I also like reviews; they, uh, help motivate my muse! Yeah, that's right! Motivation!
~NeroJove