Hey everyone! It's been a REALLY long time since I've written and recently I've had the time and inspiration. Anyway, I decided to revamp this entire story and maybe I'll revamp my other stories too if I can get the muses to contact me again. This is a sailor moon and blade crossover fan fic. I don't own any of the characters and I have about a penny to my name. The inner sailor senshi are all 21 years old and Mamoru is 26. Enjoy!
AN: This was formerly titled "Blade/Sailor Moon Crossover." This takes place between Blade 2 and just before Blade 3. A warning for all, there will be spoilers as I will most definitely take this into Blade 3's storyline with a few modifications.
Shadows in the Night
Several days had passed since their excursion to the warehouse and though they had not yet crossed paths with another vampire, the five Inner senshi knew their battle had yet to begin. It was for that reason they had decided to let the Outers know the situation in just a few days time. They were delaying for good reason; Haruka, Michiru, Setsuna and even Hotaru had the tendency to take over the battles. Though they were only trying to protect them, it usually could mean more trouble than it was worth. The worst part of the upcoming meeting was the animosity that the Outers could display, animosity that came mostly from Haruka and Michiru.
With these thoughts in mind, Usagi sat sullenly behind the counter of the floral shop she worked in. While in high school, she had taken a liking to arranging flowers. She'd even joined the club and had had the pleasure of being rated as one of the top twenty schools in the country for that particular art. Seeing as she hardly had any other skills, it only seemed natural for her to take a job such as that. But the business was slow today and had allowed her to drift into thoughts she would have rather staved off until she actually had to put them to use. A gentle sigh drifted from her lips as she glanced at the clock. 2:30. It would be another hour before she would be allowed to leave.
"Tsukino-san! What are you doing just sitting there? You have work to do! At least look like you're doing something. I don't pay you to sit there and look pretty," Tamakoto Suki, the owner of the Keikosei Kadan (Fluorescent Flowerbed) spoke with clarity and authority, though there was an amused glint in her eye. Usagi almost jumped at the sound of her voice. She smiled at the owner disarmingly and then got up, straightening things at random. The flower shipment hadn't arrived as it should have during the morning, leaving the young Moon princess with nothing to do besides chew her bottom lip and sit on her hands. Because of the delay, they had to tell the young bride who'd ordered them that her flowers wouldn't be in for another couple of days. Talk about angry phone calls; the woman had gone on a rampage, declaring that if her flowers weren't in by the time she needed them for her wedding, she'd sue for false advertising and fraud.
With a gentle shake of her head, Usagi put the thoughts of work behind her. Time seemed to pass faster as she worked, thinking of Mamoru instead of troubling times behind and ahead. He was an intern in a hospital somewhere in the United States right now, preferring to be where the worst of the worst could happen; Los Angeles, California. He lived in an apartment on the good side of town, he had told her through numerous letters. Since she had begun to take an interest in learning foreign languages, he'd been kind and had started slipping in words, then sentences entirely in English. As her studies progressed, she found that she was getting better at reading and writing the strange language. Ami and Minako, being the great friends they were, would help her with the speaking part and the last time they'd been on the subject, had told her that she was getting better every day.
When 3:30 came around, the senshi of the Moon left work with a quiet grin on her face. It seemed nothing could take away her happy moment. Unless you counted the tall black stranger chasing a terrified young man down the street. Cursing to herself, Usagi took off after them, recognizing the man from the night of her first encounter. 'They called him a Daywalker,' she thought in a frenzy. 'Maybe he's one of them, except some kind of mutation!' It wasn't long before she followed them, at a distance, to a building with some kind of basement connected from the outside. She paused at the door, pulling her broach from her pocket. Looking around quickly to make sure no one was watching, she muttered the transformation phrase under her breath and felt the warm glow of the moon's healing light encase her body before she opened her eyes again as Eternal Sailor Moon. Silently, the blonde champion crept down the stairs. Her breath caught in her throat as she heard blows being landed and shouting. She reached the bottom and peeked around the corner and nearly tossed the contents of her stomach. The black man was beating the younger Japanese man to a bloody pulp.
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"Tell me where the entrance is!" Blade growled, shoving the young man on the floor. He coughed, blood spurting from his mouth.
"Say 'pretty please,'" he responded with a sardonic grin. As Blade's fist rose to strike him again, a small hand grasped his wrist. He looked back to see who it was and raised an eyebrow behind his sunglasses. It was one of the women from the meeting.
"You ever hear of 'don't kick a man when he's down'?" she asked softly, distracting him slightly from the punch she landed in his side. The half-breed winced in pain; she was much stronger than her thin frame suggested – possibly as strong as, if not more so, than him. He growled and blocked a kick to his head, probably one meant to incapacitate him temporarily. He jumped back from her and began to size her up, reevaluating his previous thoughts of her. Originally, after some thinking, he had thought she used some kind of power source in the strange wand she'd used at the warehouse that created a highly concentrated form of ultraviolet radiation triggered by a button hidden from sight. But that didn't explain the others' abilities. Then he had decided that they had some kind of mutation that allowed them these powers: increased speed, stamina, the ability to cast fire and ice with a thought or word. What he hadn't considered is that this allowed them increased strength. His assumption had led him to believe that they primarily exorcised these mutant genes as a form of attack.
"You don't know what you're doing," Blade growled at the blonde. She quirked a delicate eyebrow.
"Don't I? I find you beating this innocent man senseless and you tell me I don't know what I'm doing? I'm saving his life," she replied calmly. From the look of her, he couldn't tell if she was tense and expecting a blow or simply standing between him and his query.
"Do you even know what he is?" he challenged. She shrugged her thin shoulders.
"He's human."
"He's a familiar." This made her face scrunch up slightly at the word in confusion. He spoke perfect Japanese, so he knew he hadn't misspoken. Seeing the doubt in her face, he elaborated. "He works for them. Vampires. He's one of their little errand boys."
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Eternal Sailor Moon's face turned to a stony expression at those words. "Even so," she said with conviction, "that doesn't give you the right to almost kill him."
The man's lips turned from a snarl to a masochistic smile.
"And what would you have me do? Let them run around like happy little puppies, killing people who get too close to the truth? Familiars are vampire wannabes. If they do what they're told and do it well, they might get turned into a suck head."
The senshi was about to respond when a desperate cry of rage came from behind her and she turned just in time to receive a knife to her gut. She looked down at the blade, stuck in to the hilt in a daze before she turned her eyes up. The bloodied face of the young man she'd just saved looked at her with satisfaction, though slightly strained. The look in his eyes was everything she never thought she'd see in human eyes: soulless, relentless, unbending evil. Eternal Sailor Moon tried to speak but no sound came from her moving lips except a strangled cry when he jerked the blade deeper and then pulled it out. A glazed look came to her eyes as she stared at the blood dripping from the knife onto his hand. Faintly, she heard the black man move and snap the human's neck. As she fell to her knees, her hands reached up to the wound now steadily gushing the slightly luminescent red blood that sustained her life and tried to press it, a failed attempt to staunch the flow.
Before she could hit the ground, she felt two strong arms catch her, holding her. The man she'd been ready to fight was holding her gently. She could almost see through the dark sunglasses that hid his eyes, the pity they held. She couldn't speak. She couldn't move. It was like she was paralyzed except she could feel every sensation with stunning accuracy. Before she knew what was happening, her vision turned to darkness.
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Rei and Minako sat comfortably in a small restaurant, waiting patiently for Ami and Makoto. They'd decided to meet in preparations for Usagi's birthday, which was less than a month away. She'd told them that she didn't want them to spend any money on her; she'd gotten past material possessions except for the star locket and a photo of Mamoru she kept on her night stand. Even so, they were intending to throw a huge bash with the Outer Senshi included. In fact, Mei'oh Setsuna, Tomoe Hotaru, Ten'oh Haruka, and Kai'ou Michiru sat just opposite of the two Inners. Setsuna hadn't changed her hair at all or her way of dress. The mauve-eyed, dark-green haired woman still preferred to wear suits and heels. She was currently in one of her favorites, a black suit jacket that flared at the waist that sat open to reveal a silk dress shirt and a calf-length black skirt.
Haruka still wore her hair very short and her clothing was still made of a man's wardrobe. She was wearing her signature white button-down shirt and a pair of baggy jeans with combat boots. Her lover, Michiru had become even more lovely and feminine over time. Her aqua hair had grown down to her knees and was kept in a very complicated braid that lay over her shoulder. The sundress she wore was only a slightly darker blue than her hair, bringing all the attention to her curves or to her face, depending on which caught your eyes first.
Hotaru, however, had turned into a beautiful young woman. When she'd helped to face Galaxia and Chaos, she had been no older than thirteen years old in physical age. Since then, she had aged at a normal rate, maturing into the stunning creature that captivated nearly every male her age and older in the restaurant. Eighteen years old, her creamy white skin had the perfect complexion. She'd grown from a short 3'11" to a stunning 5'10", making her only a couple inches shorter than Haruka and Setsuna. Her black hair had grown from just above the shoulders to her ankles. When her guardians asked why she kept it so long, she had explained with a simple shrug: though the entity Mistress 9 had been evil and had done terrible things through her body, she had admired the long hair she'd had but didn't want it so long it dragged on the floor behind her. So, she'd kept it to just ankle length.
The two Inners sat in silence with the four Outers, waiting in an awkward silence. They didn't have to wait long as they spotted their queries as they walked in. Makoto and Ami sat down quickly and ordered a shake and a coke respectively from the waitress. Conversation was polite at first, asking how each other was doing, how their careers were going, what was it like to be world famous, that sort of thing.
"So, about Usagi's-" Rei didn't get to finish as a searing pain shot through her body. It was blinding, almost as if she was dying. Her eyes darted around to her comrades and she quickly saw they had felt it too. The eight of them were clutching at their midsections and heads. Hotaru was the first to actually speak through the horror of it all and she spoke only one word.
"Usagi!"
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Blade cursed under his breath for being distracted by her. Having seen what she and her comrades could do, he'd been inclined to believe that if they ever met, they could be allies. Now, as he held the decidedly tiny young woman as she bled to death, he doubted that the others of her group would ever trust him. Making a quick decision, he lifted her light frame and began to run out of the basement, towards his car at least six blocks down the street. Onlookers gawked at the sight of a tall black man running with their bleeding champion, getting the impression that he was not taking her to help, but to her doom. Some people shouted for the police while others shouted for the other Sailor Senshi to appear and save their leader. Blade took no notice.
When he finally reached the black car, he shifted his precious burden and opened the door. He set her in a sitting position and as the gaping wound was jostled, she moaned in pain. He kept his face stoic while he ran to the other side and hopped in. The engine roared to life and then they took off down the streets of Tokyo at a grueling pace.
AN: Read, review, flame. Whatever floats your boat. Just tell me what you think!
