Cyber Moon: Chronicles.
Act 1: Gathering.
Episode 4: Nova.
By Razor Knight
Last update: January 19, 2006
Dragon Sun crashed through a glass window and grunted. Nope, he had no way to beat this goon on his own. He backed away slowly as Dexite slowly, victoriously walked up to him. He was pretty sure he'd be dead before long, unless someone helped him.
But that didn't mean he'd go down without a fight. "Solar Bolt!"
Dexite wasn't expecting him to have enough energy left to summon an attack, so this time around, the heat blast got him, knocking him back. "Oh dear, the dog can bite after all."
Dragon Sun smirked despite the pain. "I'd be careful not to leave my back open for attack if I were you."
Dexite laughed. "Please, that's the oldest trick ever..."
"Chrono Blast!"
The General was knocked to the ground by the unseen attack. He turned around and saw three more Senshi standing there. "Wait, there were supposed to be only three..." he muttered as he stood up.
"I'm not quite a social person," Pluto said. "I'm Sailor Pluto, Guardian of Time, and you better leave before I use a real attack on you."
"Hah!" Dexite said as he shot an energy blast at Pluto, but she used her staff to reflect it back at him, knocking him to the ground again. "What the Darkness?"
"Last warning," Pluto said, her voice cold and commanding.
"Hah! All right, time wench, I'm leaving your lap dragon alone for now, but I'll be back."
"So you will. I'll be waiting," Pluto said. Dexite said nothing more and simply vanished.
"That didn't go as I expected," Dragon Sun muttered as he stood up, slowly. Good, he thought, there's no broken bones.
Pluto tossed something at him and lowered her head. "Sorry."
"What's this?" Kage asked as he examined the item. A small cellphone-like device, with the Sun's astrological sign on it's front right over a small screen.
"That's a communicator, and I was going to give it to you today. Had I known Dexite would show up..."
"Nevermind," Kage said. "At least you were in time to save me from that creep."
"Yeah, but you'll all have to improve if you want to survive next time we face them," Pluto said.
"Won't you beat him around like you just did?"
"I scared him off. I can't kill them."
"Why?"
"Because you're the ones meant to defeat the youma. I'm just here to lead you in the right direction."
"So you're like those annoying sages that tell the hero where to go next in videogames?" Dragon Sun joked.
"You could say that," Pluto mused. "Then again, I just saved your life, so you should respect me if you want me to do it again in the future."
Dragon Sun frowned, but then saw Pluto was smirking at him and shook his head. "Great, I'm stuck in a D&D real life game, and the Dungeon Master's a sarcastic, cranky cheerleader," he muttered.
"What was that?" Pluto asked.
"Nothing," Dragon Sun said with a sigh.
The blonde-haired, tall teenager watched the buildings around him, waiting. The silence around him unsetted him. It was, to him, almost unnatural for his city to be this calm.
It was then his cellphone started ringing, and he pulled it out his jeans' side pocket. "Yes? Oh, hello hun... Yes, I'm just growing roots here at the library's roof. What? You serious? Don't start without me, hun, I'm on my way."
He looked around and soon found what he was looking for. He walked into the emergency exit to the library, and a few seconds later, he walked out again, this time wearing a black ninja suit. "Let's get this party started," he said as he leapt on a black surfboard and slid down the roof... Floating away instead of falling down to the ground.
The thief was pleased. His gang had just performed an almost flawless crime. The bank was almost unguarded at that time of the day, as their scout had told them. It was easy to disarm the two guards inside, and the crowd had been smart enough not to try anything. Yes, the perfect crime, indeed... Not counting the fact the van they were going to use to escape was somehow on top of a tree, and their driver was nowhere to be seen.
"What the fuck?"
"Tsk, tsk, such manners in front of a lady." The girl standing over the van said calmly. The gang could see she was wearing a blue body suit and a blue mask over her eyes, her only visible feature was her long, black hair tied up in a high ponytail.
"I don't know how the fuck you put my van up there, but you better put it down again 'fore I shoot you."
"Oh dear, now I'm scared," she said as she floated down to the ground. The man glared at her and pulled the trigger, then gasped in shock as the bullet stopped a few inches away from her face. "Now, you shouldn't have done that, you know?"
"Why not?" the man asked, then heard his men grunt and yelp behind him. He turned to find them all lying on the ground, knocked out, and saw a black surfboard floating in mid-air, almost mocking him. "The fuck?"
He looked up and saw a figure standing on top of the bank's roof. A man wearing a black ninja suit with a black hood that covered everything but his mouth and chin, and holding a couple swords in his hands. "Could you please stop using the 'F' word? It's just not polite to do that in front of a lady."
"I'll say whatever the fuck I want. Get lost or die," he warned as he pointed his gun up at the ninja. That did it. He felt as if he was being held by the neck, then an unseen force sent him flying into a wall.
The girl frowned as she looked at the knocked out thieves. "And the cops have problems with them?" she asked as she floated up to where the ninja stood.
"Yeah well, you've got your powers, they have nothing but toy guns. "
"One shot from one of them and you'd be gone," the girl noted sternly.
"I know that, but I have the mighty and beautiful Nova to keep that from happening."
The girl blushed. "Yeah, but..." Whatever she was going to say next was silenced as the guy kissed her. "Okay, I give up," she joked as they broke the kiss.
"Let's get out of here before the forces of law and order arrive, late as usual," the guy commented and leapt into his flying board.
"What's wrong, Zero, afraid of the cops?" Nova asked as she followed him. Unlike him, she was actually flying on her own.
Zero smiled as he looked back. "No, I'm afraid of what you could do to them if they piss you off."
They soon reached a large mansion in the outskirts of the city. "Okay, here we are," Zero said, then took off his hood.
"How do you manage to get all that into your hood?" Nova noticed as she saw the guy's long, blonde hair fall down his back, tied in the usual low ponytail she'd always seen him with.
The guy smiled at her as she took off her mask, looking into her blue eyes. "It's a natural talent, Hana, just like your powers."
"Mr. Zephyr, you're back."
The two teenagers turned to look at a tall, slim man wearing a grey formal suit. His hair was grey, and his eyes showed his age more than any other feature in him. "Hi Sam. Is dad home?"
"Unfortunately, sir, he left on a business trip to Los Angeles this morning. He won't be back for a couple days."
"I see... Anyway, I guess we should change back to our civilian clothes."
"That'd be smart, sir. I just shot down a couple paparazzi that were lurking around the backyard," the man joked.
Terry followed his game. "Shot to kill?"
"Indeed. I never miss."
"Good. Anyway..." Terry turned to Hana. "Let's find a room to change in, hun."
"Two rooms, you mean."
"I don't think you mind me watching," Terry teased. Hana just rolled her eyes and walked into the mansion.
Terry was the son of Jack and Rose Zephyr, and had been, since birth, one of the richest kids in the planet. He'd never been too comfortable around other rich kids, though. The only true friend he had was Hana, a girl he'd met three years ago.
At first, he had dismissed her as another rich snob going to the private school he attended, but a few days after she'd moved into the city, he'd found her in quite a dire situation.
Unlike him, she lived near the center of New York. The fact all kids in her neighbourhood thought she was a snob was bad enough. It didn't help her house was the largest in the area. So, that day, a small mob of bullies had chosen to pick on her once again.
Luck had played in her favor, as a certain blonde kid was passing by, on his way to his father's company's headquarters, and he had his butler, Samuel, stop the limo as he recognized the girl.
"Hey, leave her alone!"
The tallest bully turned around, ready to snap back at him despite Terry was a good head taller than him. That's one thing he'd gotten from his mother, she was the tallest woman he knew. The whole group turned to him, but soon enough decided to ignore 'yet another rich kid.'
"I said leave her alone," Terry repeated as the 'boss' of the mob pushed Hana back again. The girl didn't look scared or threatened at all, she was holding her ground and glaring back at the other kids.
"Oh look, Richie Rich came to rescue his girlfriend," one of the kids commented. That caused a wave of laughter from the other kids.
Before the others could figure out how he'd done it, Terry had rushed in, grabbed the joker's arm and twisted it behind his back in a painful way. "You know, I don't know this girl, and I don't mind you making fun of me. But I hate bullies because they can't put a fight to go with their talk."
"Get him!" the 'boss' ordered.
Terry frowned as he released his catch, sending him staggering right into his first attacker's stomach. The secon kid that rushed him was greeted by a kick to the chest, and the three next got knocked down to the ground by a spin kick. He stood in a defensive pose as the others stopped in awe.
"Wow, Richie Rich knows Kung-Fu."
"Actually, that was Aikido," Terry corrected.
The girl had been left alone by now, since all the bullies had found a more interesting target. She didn't mind being out of the line of fire, but she was actually worried about her rescuer. Not that she needed to be rescued anyway.
"Did I tell you guys to stop? Punch this idiot down NOW!"
The kids all moved forwards to attack Terry as one. And they all hit an invisible wall as one, too. "What the hell?" one of them asked out loud.
Terry risked a glance to his side, and saw the girl's blue eyes were glowing. "What is...?"
Suddenly, he heard several exclamations of surprise and panic as the whole mob was tossed back several meters by an unseen force. The girl took a step forwards towards the crowd, and they all backed away. "Listen, idiots. I don't like you picking on me, but I'd played along because I didn't want to hurt you. You better walk away before I stop being nice."
The 'boss' still had some brawn left in him. "Does a small, weak girl like you really think there's a chance to beat us all?"
"I may be physically weak, but I don't need to use my muscles to give you a beating." To demonstrate her point, she used whatever power she had used before to send the tall kid crashing into a wall.
The formerly brave crowd finally got the message, and the girl chuckled as she saw them run off scared, their 'boss' trailing behind the others.
"That was amazing," Terry said.
The girl looked at him amused. "You're not freaked out like them?"
Terry shrugged. "No."
"Strange. You're the first person not counting my parents that doesn't just freak out and run away when they see me using my skills. "
"I've never met a person with telekinetic powers, but I'm not freaked out, I'm impressed."
The girl smiled at him. "My name's Hana."
"Terry."
"Is that a nickname?"
"No, that's my name," Terry said. "See, I'm weird in my own way."
Hana laughed at that, then looked at the limousine. "I think your butler is waiting."
"Oh, yeah," Terry said looking back at his vehicle. "I'd almost forgotten about that. Well, Hana, I guess I'll see you at school."
Hana smiled and kissed him in the cheek. "Thanks."
"What for?"
"For helping me."
"You didn't need any help," Terry said matter-of-factly.
"It was still nice of you, Terry." Hana said with a smile. Terry blushed slightly at that and she chuckled again.
Terry's mind returned to the present. Since that day, Hana had been his best friend, and eventually she'd become his girlfriend. They liked to 'play superhero,' and a part of his mind kept on telling him something could go wrong in one of their superhero stunts, but Terry always dismissed that thought. He'd already lost his mother to a seastorm, and his father was always out because of business. Losing Hana was something he dreaded, something he'd never want to see happen.
But she was the strongest person he'd met. She had powers that let her fight armed men and shrug off their bullets, as she'd done earlier that day. She had real powers, unlike Terry. All he had was a flying board, a couple swords, and his training in martial arts.
"Thanks for helping me today," Hana said as she finished putting on a red t-shirt.
"You're welcome... But I didn't do much."
"You were there, that's more than enough for me," Hana said and hugged him. Terry smiled as she kissed him. He'd been there for her, just like she'd always been there for him. She was the best thing in his life right now, and he'd do anything to keep things the way they were.
A/N: Ack, fluffy moment. Yuck. I need to rinse my brain now.
In a more serious note, stay tuned for next episode, to meet the evil plot device I thought of after I'd finished the Dark Kingdom arc in the 'beta' Cyber Moon.
What does that mean? Well, wait and see.
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon is a creation of Naoko Takeuchi, and I thank her for creating such wonderful universe.
