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She floated in space, not knowing where she is, or how she came to be there. All she knew was that she was in a bubble like shape, floating in space.
She looked down at her clothing to see tight black leather pants that started at her hipp bone, and a tight grey lylon halter top, that ended 3in under her breast. She had sandle like shoes, that stapped up to her knees, and her six pack stomach for all those sailor years.
Her blonde hair was nothing but silver now,in meatballs on her head, her eyes deep blue, almost purple and black. She clutched her broach in her hands, as if praying for help. Her eyes closed once again.
She didn't know how long it been since she last opened her eyes. But she did know that she was awakened by the noise of some one knocking on the bubble. She turned to face the person, to see a man in his mid-to late twentys, with bushy like hair, in a red space suit.
She didn't seem scared, when he led her to the bigger space ship behing him, once they were in the hanger and it was closed tight from the outer side. The bubble somehow started shrinking, now she seemed afraid as the man and his compainions, a man and two other girls, watched as it kept shrinking until it was a inch from her skin and then it just pop.
She fell, her eyes now heavy, the last thing she saw was the young man, coming towards her, telling her to stay awake. But alas it was no use. She fell asleep.
She awoke again, this time in bed, she turned her head to see the young man sleeping in a chair beside her. She then figured that it was his bed. She sat up, and noticed that she was probaly wearing one of his shirts as well. She hope that one of the girls changed her.
She put her hand on her head, they were bandaged, that much she knew.She gasped, where was her broach? She looked aroung her to not find it anywhere. But she did see her clothes neatly folded on a desk. She got out of bed, careful not to disturb the man.
She put the pants on first, she put her shitr on, before she walked towards the door. She just stood there, for she didn't know what to do, then the door opened with a woosh like noise. She gasped. Turning to see the man still asleep, she walked out side of the room into the hall.
No way of knowing where she is, she just started walking. Twisting and turning down hallways, she finally made it to were she heard noises. It was voices, she figured, after listening to them abit. she stepped forward. Ushe was at the opening of ,what seemed like a living room, ( yea know that big circle thingy that they can like block rooms with?) she waited to see if they were good or bad guys.
"I just don't know, jet, this girl appears out of know where, in a bubble no less! We help her out and she faints, been asleep for almost two weeks now. and Spike not leaving her side at all! Doesn't it seem a little supicioues that she was holding on to the broach. I couldn't even open it, none the less anyone else could." a lady with short black/purple hair stated, laying across the couch, as a muscler man work on what seem like her comuicater, and another young girl played on the computer.
"Boo." a wisper came from behind her, which indeed creeped her out, for she screamed and fell into the other room.
"Ouch," she moan as she rubbed her back, sitting up to face the young man, that was sleeping in the chair eariler.
"It isn't nice to easedrop yea know," he said holding out his hand, to help her up.
"It's ok, if you're trying to figure out where your at," she replied, grabbing his hand, hoisting herself up.
The others were watching the exchanged, until Ed, had gotten a new message from one of jet's police friends.
"Heya, Jet, we have a loose bounty loose on the earth's moon, and he calls himself Endiymon. We don't want this one public, so do it quitely. Over and Out." and he was gone.
"Hey wait! dammit, looks like we're work tonight," replied Jet, looking back at Spike and the mysterios woman, to see her face struck with horror.
"His name wasn't always Endiymon," she wispered, walking towards the couch, and sitting on the floor in front of it. They all heard her though, specially Spike.
"You act like you know this guy,"
"Maybe, but before questions are ask, can you tell me where and when I am?" she asked, looking at Ein, as he sniffed her feet.
You're in space, its the year 2071 A.D. ( don't really know the date sorry)" said Faye, looking bored.
The young woman looked sullen, "So how am I going to get home?" she asked no one in paticurlar.
"What do you meeeeaaaan?" asked Ed, turning her head to the side.
"I came from Tokyo, Japan," she said.
"So?" asked jet, looking like its no problem.
"The point is that i'm from Tokyo, Japan. In the year 2005," she looked at the wall now, expecting disbelief. She turn to see the look of what exactly what she was expecting.
"If you don't believe me, just check hospital records or something, I don't care." she said, as if she had no hope of getting home.
"Ok, What's your name, and what hospital were you born in?" asked Ed. Already at Tokyo's main hospital web-site.
"Tokyo hospital, and my name is Tskino, Usagi."
Ed stopped typing as soon as she heard the name. Excitment flooded her face, "You're Sailor Moon!"
Usagi jumped up, and was ready to make a run for it," How do you know?" she asked, scared, her face a rich pale white.
"Can I have your autograph?" asked Ed, holding up a pen and a peice on paper.
Sweatdrops seem to float above eveyone's head. Usagi not noticing Spike coming up behind her, until it was to late. He grabbed her from behind, as she struggled to get free.
"Be nice to her Spike, she's freaking out, ovibously no one was supposed to know that," said Jet, as Spike loosen his grip, even though he still hold on to her.
"His real name is Chiba, Mamoru, He was my ex-fiance, and it might not even be him!" she just wanted to be let go, but after a while of struggling she calmed doen, and relaxed in Spike's arms.
"There that wasn't so hard, now was it?" asked Spike, teasenly, his chin on her shoulders, he toke a sharp breathe when she elbowed him in the ribs. In turn he let go of her."Ouch,"
"Payback's a bitch ne?" she asked as she sat down by the couch again, her arms wrapped aroung her legs.
The others chuckled or laughed, "Yep," groaned Spike,holding his ribs, "Damn, you hit hard."
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