Hi. This is my odd sojourn into Sailor Moon fanfiction (who cares about homework, anyway), which is easily the strangest, weirdest thing I have ever written. Be warned, OC's abound, and Zoisite's a guy. May venture into Mary-sue-dom, but I'll try my best. Also, it's pretty short, but give me a break, it's my first try at this (besides alagaesia on email, which doesn't count, and Edek's Journey, likewise)
Summary: A shitennou reborn fic, involving a strange girl and a second chance. Zoisite, Nephrite, Jadeite, and Kunzite have been given a second chance on earth. They take it, but what is this strange girl from Crystal Tokyo doing? (note: shounen-ai, because Zoisite is most definitely male and Kunzite is not pairing up with anyone else).
Disclaimer: Not mine, belongs to someone whose name I can't spell.
Prologue (this is a bit random, but I promise, it gets better. Later. I think.):
A figure moved in the shadows of the ruined Tokyo bar, lithely as a cat. It was unmistakably feminine in the way she moved, and the way her silver eyes glinted in the darkness.
She brushed a strand of red-tainted gold hair away from her face, grimacing slightly at the feeling of the blood clotting the lock, and knelt at a cupboard, obviously looking for something.
She rummaged around in the splintered mess, eventually pulling out a bottle of vodka and a grubby-looking cloth.
Taking the lid off, she poured a measure of the clear liquid onto the cloth, and used the cloth to clean a previously-unseen gash on her palm. After getting the cut as clean as it was going to get, she poured some of the liquid into her hair, wincing at the smell.
She heard another sound, and froze, ever-so-slowly backing down behind the bar. A copper-haired androgynous figure swore loudly and angrily, and proceeded to peer in all possible hiding places in the bar.
The girl shrunk down lower behind the bar, the vodka trembling slightly in her hand. Her heart was beating so loudly in her ears it was a wonder the other didn't hear it, she thought mildly.
Finally the figure reached the bar, and leaned over it. 'Come out come out, wherever you are…'
Her breath caught and her heart took up permanent residence in her throat. Don't notice me…The figure knew, she could feel it. So she wasn't terribly surprised when it executed a flip over the bar and landed, quite neatly, in front of her. She wasn't surprised. That isn't to say she wasn't terrified.
'Hello,' Came the ice-cold, unmistakably masculine voice. 'It's ever so nice to see you again.'
'I don't know what you're talking about.' She said, lying blatantly.
'What a pity,' the man said. She knew his name was Zoisite. 'I suppose we'll just have to take you in for questioning…'
'No!' she said, and made her break for it, still, for some unknown reason, clutching the bottle of vodka.
She was up in one fluid movement, running across the bar, hampered slightly by the bits of debris that littered the place.
Zoisite gave a hollow laugh. 'You were always a sentimental one. How does this,' he gestured at the destruction that surrounded them 'make you feel?'
She snarled then, the animalistic sound ringing through the room. 'You always were an honourless one, weren't you? How does it feel, to have betrayed everything you ever stood for?'
His face flickered with emotions both of them had thought long-dead in him.
'Zoi?' she whispered, softer now. 'Zoi?'
He was normal, then, back to the impassive state. 'Give up now and I won't hurt you. Much.'
'Never,' she whispered sadly. And teleported.
Please review--I need help with this, since I have absolutely no idea where I'm going!