Much thanks to Iona and James Birdsong for the reviews. It made me really happy to read them. And yes, Iona, the bad guys will be new characters. There won't be that many of them though.
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 apparently it isn't just bad guys who are perverted, it's everyone
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
Chapter 2
"Ricky, observe the newest genius that set foot in this cheap arcade!" I exclaimed, holding my test up to his face. It was a masterpiece, with just a hint of red ink on it to give it depth, but the pencil marks left untainted for the most part, creating a fantastic depiction of my absolute brilliance. The gorgeous '87%' scrawled across the top like a crown. Ricky's eyes dilated slightly as he tried to look at the test when it was so close to his face.
"Oh wow, Seri. You actually got a B. That's pretty crazy," he said, his face un-amused. My excited expression fell down my face into a shocked, hurt look. I suddenly wondered if I got on his nerves, and if he even realized I was just kidding.
"I'm sorry! I'm not actually a genius! I just got Melvin to give me practically all of the answers through Morse code!" I wailed, hoping he wouldn't punch me for being so annoying. He stared at me for a few seconds.
"You know Morse code yet you flunk all of your tests except for the ones you cheat on? Why didn't you just study last night?" he asked, now less tense, almost relaxed and back to normal. I wondered if he hated having things shoved in his face or something.
"I learned it at summer camp, ok? And I went… out," I muttered, cursing myself for not coming up with a better excuse. He raised his eyebrows, snatching my paper. "Hey! Give that back!"
"What were you up to, little Seri? Tell me or this '87%' gets obliterated before your mother can even see it," he held it above my head, and sadly I was way too small to even come close to getting it. I debated punching him in the crotch, but a half-lie came to me in just the nick of time.
"I snuck out, ok?" I wailed, jumping for my paper like a trained puppy. Ricky was so cruel, he actually laughed as I whined, trying desperately to get my test back.
"What did you do while you were out, huh? I think Seri was a little slut last night. Am I right?" he teased, his voice a bit rougher than usual. I scratched his chest, suddenly ruffled.
"You pervert! I'm not a slut! I was out with friends and I didn't do anything dirty at all!" I yelled, then suddenly the image of me pressed against the wall with a dark stranger's tongue rubbing against mine flashed through my mind and I froze, my hair standing on edge and my face turning bright red, my eyes widening. He didn't seem to notice, and his attention strayed to the clanging sound the door made as it opened.
"Darren! I'd like you to meet your new study buddy!" Ricky exclaimed, making an elaborate hand motion in my direction like I was a prize or something, but the way Darren's face suddenly turned red, his eyes narrowing and overall looking like a constipated college student, made me think that I was a burden, not a prize.
He looked familiar, so I inspected him briefly while he yelled at Ricky, who yelled back. The gears in my brain churned slowly as they argued; their voices completely tuned out while I concentrated. He had pitch black hair, so shiny it was practically blinding. I could see him being very anal about how he styled it, also. He was really tall, even taller than Ricky, and was average, but I couldn't see the full extent of his muscled bod as he was wearing a rather comfortable green sweater and khakis. He was pale, and before I could even figure out who he was, I had already decided that he was extremely attractive.
My eyes widened as his face clicked, and I pointed my finger. "You're the ass who crushed my poor high school dreams yesterday!" I screeched, passion sounding in my voice. They both looked up from their argument, shocked. Then Darren understood what I was talking about.
"With grades like those, I don't think you even have time to dream. You really should be studying, kid," he countered with a smug look on his face. I wanted to shove his face into an open circuit, but I knew he was way too big for a tiny boy to overpower him. I shot him my meanest death glare instead, hoping his could feel the intensity of my hatred for him. He didn't even notice.
"Wait. Is this the kid you were talking about yesterday with the shitty test score? Hmm… I wonder why I didn't make that connection earlier," Ricky muttered. I felt like I was being verbally attacked from every direction, and felt the tears begin to well up in my eyes.
"So anyway, Darren here has a problem staying awake, and you have a problem with everything, so I thought you could keep him up – in a totally non-sexual way – and he'd help you study," Ricky explained. By then, the tears began falling.
"You bastards," I croaked through the tears, and ran through the doors, ignoring them completely. I ran for a few blocks, sobbing dramatically, ignoring the weird looks people were giving me, until I ran into someone. Falling to the ground, I cursed my luck for constantly running into people whenever I left the arcade, but was thankful that this time my backpack didn't burst open so jerks could mock me about how challenged I was.
This time, the person I ran into was around the same size as me, though a little taller. I opened my eyes, rubbing my head, letting the blurred image of a person focus.
"Aime?" I mumbled, recognizing the person almost immediately. It was a boy from my class who was known for being a genius. He got the top scores for every test we took, but never bragged about it. I knew he was nice, but he never said anything. He just stared off into space for the most part. He was also very petite, and looked like a schoolgirl, so I could sympathize with him there. He picked up his glasses and pushed them back onto his face, though I knew that sometimes he chose to wear contacts instead.
He rubbed his head also, his blue-toned hair glistening in the sun. He looked up, in answer to his name, and gave me a concerned look. "Are you ok? Sorry, I should've been paying attention to where I was going," he muttered.
"Yeah, I was the one hauling ass," I sighed, wiping the tears from my eyes, and looked up to see the building he was leaving. "You go to cram school?" I shouted, completely appalled, "But you never get an answer wrong! Ever! Out of all the people in our school who should never even look at cram schools, you're definitely one of them!"
He blushed, "Because there's still so much more for me to learn, and I don't get every answer right."
Suddenly, I noticed Lunde running from the distance. "Seri!" he shouted. Aime turned around, suddenly, and I got up quickly, wondering what could be going on.
Suddenly, a window blew out from above us, and I quickly rushed to grab Aime and pull him out of the way of the falling glass. I suddenly realized I didn't have any grace, but managed to get us out of the way in just the nick of time. Aime let out a cry of terror as something enormous landed on the sidewalk, on top of the glass that had just threatened to kill us. It was something monstrous, but I pulled us into an alleyway before I could completely get a look at it. I realized I needed to transform right there.
Lunde followed. "Seri! Turn into Sailor Moon!" he yelled, desperate. People started screaming, and I knew there wasn't much time.
"Why is that cat talking? What's going on?" Aime yelled, looking scared out of his mind. Lunde's moon started to glow when Aime spoke, and he and I both looked at Aime with shock. But before I could even process that, I transformed.
"Moon Star Action!" I shouted, holding the wand in the air. I was thankful I had remembered to put it in my sweatshirt pocket. Suddenly, the flares of color flew out of the wand, and I began to transform again. I wondered what would happen with Aime after this, as I was pretty sure it was bad that he knew I was a celestial warrior, especially since I wasn't even completely used to it myself.
I darted out of the alleyway, and got into my ready stance, prepared to fight. The monster was huge, and I immediately knew it was the work of Endyre. It looked like it was made out of the pages of a book, everything folded and twisted to form the shape of a body, and it had an armor that looked like the hardback cover. At first, I thought it would be easy, until it shot its arm out at me, and I barely dodged in time before it brushed my cheek, easily slicing through the skin.
I did a back flip, but was surprised when I landed and a pair of arms grabbed me, trapping me against a body much larger than mine. I struggled, but heard a deep, evil chuckle, and realized who I was pressed against.
"Ah! Let go of me, you horrible pervert!" I shouted, but he just squeezed tighter against my struggles. "What are you doing?"
"Struggling is useless against my power. You should rethink what you say to me, also. I can make that monster over there kill you at any moment."
I eyed the monster nervously. It seemed frozen, but still dangerous. "What do you want from me, anyway?"
He seemed pleased at my question, as I gave him another chance to talk. I swear he loved to hear his own voice. "You see, Sailor Moon, I am in dire need of your power, and since you're only using it to make my life more difficult, I thought I'd just take it off of your hands," he said, lightly touching the pendant on my chest that I presumed was the wand, embedded in my outfit. "And it might be easier if I just took you with me," he murmured, gently pressing his lips against my neck. I started trembling, wondering what I should do. The monster stood ominously, as though ready to chop my head off at the slightest twitch.
I braced myself for whatever he had planned, when suddenly I heard a voice ring out. "Mercury Power Activate!" Blue light shone out of the alleyway I had just left, and suddenly Aime ran out, clad in the same outfit I was in, just blue oriented. His eyes shone with determination.
"Sailor Mercury! Use your bubble spray attack! Now!" Lunde shouted, following close behind. Suddenly, Aime pulled out his wand, and held it above his head.
"Bubble Spray!" he yelled, and suddenly a charge of blue light burst from the top. He aimed it towards the monster, and an explosion of bubbles flew from it, exploding around every inch of the paper monster and freezing instantly. Aime ran and did a roundhouse kick, shattering the monster into pieces. All of this was done in less than five seconds and I was watching wide-eyed the whole time. The dark energy short-circuited and the frozen pieces of monster suddenly turned into pieces of paper and book cover, which fluttered to the ground quietly.
I felt something whizz past my ear, and heard a grunt behind me, the arms encompassing me relaxing their iron grip. I quickly broke free, running towards Lunde and Aime. I span around, grabbing my tiara, seeing a rose had embedded itself in Endyre's shoulder. "Moon Tiara Action!" I yelled, hurling the burning disk at the evil prince. It pushed him back several feet as he quickly blocked it with a shield of dark energy. Once the disk span out, disappearing and reappearing back on my head, he fell on his knees, panting, looking at me and Aime, and presumably Tuxedo mask behind us.
"I'll be back, fools," he growled, and melted into the setting sun. After a moment's pause, everyone who had been hiding behind cars and inside buildings began to venture their way back into the streets and started clapping and cheering.
"Yay! Sailor Venus! Sailor Mercury!" they cheered. My face turned bright red, and I quickly stomped my foot on the sidewalk.
"It's Sailor Moon! And don't forget it!" I yelled, and dragged Aime off with me, forgetting about Tuxedo Mask for a second as I furiously wondered why they confused me with Sailor Venus, then realized she also had blonde hair and a similar outfit to mine, just more orange.
"Sailor Moon!" Tuxedo Mask yelled from behind me. I froze, and span around, feeling ashamed to have forgotten my handsome rescuer. "The patience of water can conquer even the largest of stones. And it is the moon that controls the tides! Excellent work, warriors of justice and love!" he spouted. My smile was planted on my face the whole time, but underneath I was desperately trying to figure out what he was trying to say to me. Aime nodded his head, and I did the same, though my inner hamster wheel was spinning furiously with confusion.
Tuxedo mask bowed, and then disappeared into the rising moon behind him. I suddenly wondered how the hell everyone always managed to find the perfect lighting situations to make their exit, but quickly lost that thought when I realized my anti-social classmate just revealed himself as one of the other sailor warriors, and saved my ass with awesome bubbles of death.
I turned to speak to Lunde, but he motioned towards the various people standing in the street, looking at us contentedly. Thankfully, nobody in the crowd seemed to notice who I was, and I ran off with Aime, letting Lunde trail behind.
After Lunde and I had pulled Aime into a more secluded place and explained our situation to him, he nodded. "Ok, I believe you. But why is it that Seri and I can hear Lunde, but nobody else can?"
"Only the chosen can hear what I have to say…" Lunde replied quizzically.
I slapped him upside his kitten head. "You can say something a bit less evasive, you know."
"Ok, ok…" Lunde mumbled, rubbing his scalp. "Sailor scouts can hear us, but no one else. Easy?"
By then we were in front of my house and it was getting pretty late. "Do you live close by, Aime? I can have my mommy give you a ride," I suggested, but Aime shook his head, smiling.
"I only live a few blocks from my cram school. Lucky we're in walking distance of each other, huh?" he asked, winking. I froze, realizing at that instant how pretty Aime was, with his blue hair and large blue eyes. Blue was definitely his color, and I envied how he seemed to be slightly thinner than me. I wondered if he was harassed for his looks as much as I was.
"Ok, Aime!" Lunde shouted, climbing on top of my dumpster behind our house and sitting up straight. "Now that you are a sailor scout, you must adhere to the code and promise to become a full-time part of our demonic extermination squad! If you don't…" Lunde raised a razor-sharp claw, "Nasty stuff will happen."
"Wanna meet up after school tomorrow?" I piped in once Lunde had finished his ridiculous spiel. Aime smiled, Lunde's threat ignored. "Of course! See you at school!" With the light of the moon,
his outfit vanished into thin air as he ran in the opposite direction. Lunde nibbled on my skirt as I watched, discreetly trying to pull it up to be mean.
"Go cat!" some college boys cat-called from the sidewalk. Lunde giggled and I freaked out, smacking him away and then running at the punks, waving my fists in the air, forgetting I was still dressed as a girl and probably looked exactly like one.
"Hey! Fuck off!" I shouted, then tripped and fell flat on my face, my skirt hiking up and surely giving the whole neighborhood a view of my lacy panties that came with the sailor ensemble. They whistled, but most of them walked off, till I heard one boy walk up behind me and pause while I lied there, dazed and embarrassed, but in too much pain to get back up. I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist and pull me up to a standing position.
"There you go," he said, smiling, his cheeks flushed red almost as much as mine were. His arms released me, though almost unwillingly. "So what's a cute little boy like you doing out this late at night?" he asked conversationally. My vision was still blurred, and I could only make out that he had black hair.
"What? I'm not a boy!" I shouted once the words decided to cooperate with me and the ground stayed firmly under my feet. He chuckled, and it was then that my vision cleared and I realized I was talking to the last person I would ever want to talk to in the history of all mankind and all of its assholes. It was Darren, and I quickly backed away until I remembered that he had seen me in drag and didn't seem to know who I was.
"Yes, most people would believe that. But I'm more observant than them. You're wearing underwear that's a bit too risky to hide what you're packing." He was grinning, his smile embarrassed yet completely playful. His cheeks were still almost as red as mine, and I realized that he was pushing his guts to the limits right now.
"Hey, I didn't choose this outfit, ok? And what are you even doing here?" I tried to punch him, but he grabbed my arm, his face flushing even deeper, and I almost betrayed myself and thought he was really cute for a moment.
"I'm going to a get-together with some of my buddies. I live down the street in the apartment complex there. I'm a sophomore in college and I think you look fantastic in a skirt," he rambled, and then kissed me out of nowhere. For once, I didn't try to push him off immediately, mostly because I was so shocked and he was warm and I was dazed and the stars were twinkling a bit too bright and there was no sign of Lunde to put in his two-cents worth. I wrapped my arms around him as our mouths moved together and closed my eyes, savoring the moment until a couple of his friends whistled from down the street, probably having watched the whole exchange.
I broke free and ran to my house, not letting him say good-bye, and threw open the door. Instantly, when I stepped through the doorway my outfit disappeared and I span around, trying to close the door as quickly as possible and seeing his face again, watching me from the sidewalk, an eerie expression on it as he probably tried to synthesize in his mind was he was seeing. Then the door cut me off from view and I slumped to the floor, panting and cursing the day I was born.
"Seri? You're back awfully late. Did you get your homework done at Naka's house?" my mom asked, cradling the black menace in her arms. "I found Lunde on your windowsill." She had adopted Lunde once I showed the bastard to her that morning.
I didn't question why she thought I went to Naka's house and just took Lunde from her arms, giving her a kiss. "Yeah, I did my homework. And I got a B on my test!"
"You told me already on the phone? Remember? Can I see it, please?"
"Wha-" I stuttered when Lunde surreptitiously clawed me, causing me to jump. I immediately made the connection that Lunde did something weird, handed my mother the test and ran up to my room as she jumped for joy, running into the living room to show it to my sister.
"Your brother isn't a complete failure!" she shouted happily, her voice carrying up the stairs.
"He probably cheated." My sister's voice also carried, but was much harder to hear. And the resulting pause and then my mother quipping, "That can't be true!" made me want to cry and I fled into my bedroom.
"God, Seri. You're going to need to realize I have a lot of power over the human mind. How else am I able to disguise my voice from people, or put a charm on your suit that disables people from making a connection between you and Sailor Moon? Implanting a fake phone call into your family's mind was much too easy. And I went ahead and started your homework while you were eating face with your boyfriend out there."
"He's not my boyfriend! I hate him! He means nothing to me and I was simply weak for a moment and it won't happen again ever!"
"You could've fooled me." Lunde sat down on my desk next to my assignment, which was just some math that I decided I had the motivation to do as I was way too mad to do anything else, let alone sleep. I resisted the urge to smack the kitten and instead let Lunde explain the problems to me patiently as I managed to trudge through it. Math made little sense to me, but it actually was a bit clearer with my adorable kitten tutor sitting right next to me.
"Wait, so there's a charm on my suit?" I questioned, finally understanding why Darren couldn't tell who I was. I thought it was just the dim light that was blurring his vision. Though he did still know I was a boy, despite everything.
Suddenly I jumped up before Lunde could answer my question and made an exclamation. "Darren is gay! He's gay and he molested me and now I'm attracting bizarre men and I don't know what to do!"
Lunde slapped my across the face, put my finished assignment into my backpack, led my sniffling self to my bed with his tail and gently tucked me in, licking me on the cheek, turning off the lights and curling up next to me. "Sleep and you can freak out in the morning," he mumbled, letting sleep take him. I sniveled for a few minutes, and then rolled over, hugging Lunde like a teddy bear.
I began to surrender myself to the darkness of unconsciousness just as a shadow appeared in the light streaming through my window. "In the name of the Moon…" I mumbled sleepily, all worries waiting for me the next morning and the shadow outside my window forgotten and still.
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