Reunion-chapter 4
By Lufia, Xelloss no Miko
Rating:
Type: Sailor Moon, Romance, AU
Note: Sailor Moon doesn't belong to me (I wish it did, but oh well.) It belongs to a very gifted woman named Naoko Takeuchi. It also belongs to Kodansha, Toei, DiC, Mixx, Cloverway, and many other people I can't even begin to name. In other words, don't sue me, please. I'm a poor college student who likes to write, that's all.
Further Note: I'm using the DiC dub names in this fanfic because it's the series I know best. Being an American, I don't have access to all the pretty Japanese episodes, except through the internet realplayer files and friendly neighborhood fansubbers. I do, however, have access to Cartoon Network, and have seen the entire English run several times over. I happen to like the dub (for what it is), for the most part. That being said, enjoy the fic!
Send all comments to: Nightmare_Queen@Mazoku.zzn.com
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The next morning, Molly was again up with her alarm, and out the door before her mother had to yell at her. She wondered what had happened to make Molly so conscientious all of a sudden. "My little girl's growing up," she thought tearfully as Molly bounded out the door for school.
Molly jogged to school this morning, planning on getting there early. Serena had promised she'd be on time today, so the two of them could discuss Nephlyte. She stopped at their lunch spot and rested on the tree to catch her breath.
"Molly!"
Molly looked up, groaning inwardly as she saw who was coming toward her. It was Melvin, the geeky-haired dweeb who followed her around like a sick puppy.
"Hello, Melvin," she forced herself to say cheerily. Maybe he wouldn't be too annoying today.
Melvin stopped in front of her. "You're here really early today, Molly."
Molly nodded. "I'm waiting for Serena. What about you?"
Melvin held up a computer disk. "More earthworm research. I'm transferring my hard copy to disk, so I can refer to it while I'm on the Internet."
"That's...great Melvin," Molly said. She spied Serena running toward the school. "Gotta go, Melvin. Bye!"
Melvin stared after Molly's retreating form. He hoped they'd be talking about him. He really liked Molly, and he knew Serena thought they looked cute together. He'd have to pump the meatball-headed girl for information later.
"Serena!" Molly called.
"Hi, Molly," Serena panted, catching her breath. "Have you been waiting long?"
"Long enough to fight off the resident dweebmeister," Molly said, chucking her thumb over her shoulder at Melvin, "but no, not long. So?"
"So...what, Molly?"
Molly bounced up and down on her heels. "What did you think of Nephlyte?"
"He seems...nice, Molly."
Molly beamed. "So you'll help us?"
Serena nodded. "I'll try to help you."
Molly threw her arms around Serena, hugging her tightly. "Oh thank you so much Serena!" she squealed.
"I want to keep an eye on this guy, make sure you don't get hurt."
"I won't," Molly said, breaking the embrace. She stepped back a pace or two. "Nephlyte would never hurt me."
"I know, but I worry about you. You've already been hurt so many times! Remember what happened at the wrestling thing this past weekend?"
Molly shuddered as the events replayed themselves in her mind. She, Serena, and Melvin had gone to watch the fantasy-wrestling match, thanks to Andrew and his free tickets. Zoycite had shown up, and had turned one of the wrestlers into a monster, who had trapped the crowd inside giant bushes, nearly suffocating everyone. Luckily, Sailor Moon had been able to defeat the monster and free the crowd. But Molly instinctively knew that Zoycite had escaped.
"Nephlyte wouldn't put me in any danger," Molly said. "He doesn't like Zoycite or the Negaverse any more than the Sailor Scouts do."
"I wouldn't bet on that," Serena grumbled.
"Huh?"
"Oh, nothing," Serena said, laughing quickly to cover her gaff. "I still have some little doubts about this guy. But if you trust him...you're my best friend, Molly, and I'll help you in any way I can, as long as helping doesn't put either of us in danger."
Molly smiled and hugged her friend tightly. "Thanks, Serena. Why don't you come over after school today? We can strategize."
Serena nodded. Her eyes widened as the tardy bell rang. 'Ooh! I can't believe this! The one day we get to school early, we end up just as late!" She grabbed Molly's hand and pulled her into the building quickly.
Nephlyte stood at the top of the stairs, listening intently to the shop bustle below. There! He could hear Molly's mother's voice. She was deep in conversation with a customer over a sapphire pendant. Satisfied that she was sufficiently occupied, Nephlyte headed down the stairs as quickly as possible, holding his shoes in his hand. He padded through the stockroom to the back door, slipped his shoes on, and stepped into the alleyway behind the store.
Nephlyte didn't want to risk too many teleportations. Despite his appearance of nonchalance when showing off to Molly last night, Nephlyte was nervous. He was afraid that the Negaverse would pick up his teleport signature if he traveled that way too often. Besides, it was a pleasantly sunny day, and he felt like walking.
He strode out into the street as if he owned it. Hiding in plain sight was easy for someone with his powers. Act normal, no one took any notice of you. Act like you were trying to hide, and it was guaranteed that everyone would stare at you. He walked quickly, but not so hastily that people would think he was avoiding something, to the bank. He had one more transaction to make before fading into the woodwork for a few weeks.
Nephlyte frowned as he entered the First Tokyo Bank. It was crowded. All the tellers had lines at least ten people deep waiting for them. He glanced over at the desk people. They were similarly occupied, although their lines weren't quite as long. Nephlyte sighed and chose a desk line at random. He wished he'd brought a paper.
He'd been waiting in line nearly forty-five minutes when the attack came. Three heavily built men burst through the doors of the bank, masks down, guns aimed high.
"Everybody freeze!" the lead man cried out, brandishing his pistol. "This is a hold up! Do what we say if you don't want to get hurt."
Nephlyte glared at the men angrily, but did nothing. He couldn't risk revealing his powers in such a crowded place, and he didn't want to attract the Negaverse's attention with a surge of power. He sat on the floor with the other customers when told to do so. He forced himself to keep quiet and still as the men went from line to line, demanding all the money and valuables the bank patrons had on their persons. Slowly, they made their way toward him. Nephlyte grew anxious. He couldn't let them have his valuables, or he would have no identity on Earth. He had to do something. He tensed, preparing to gather his energy into a tangible object to hit them with.
"Stop right there, evil doers!"
Nephlyte looked up, relieved. He didn't need to use his energy after all. His gaze turned to the door, along with the other patrons, as they tried to see who had spoken. He recognized the silhouette framed in the doorway, but the voice sounded...wrong.
"How dare you attack innocent bankers! I am Sailor Moon, the champion of justice, and on behalf of the moon, I will punish you!"
"Well," Nephlyte thought, "whoever it is certainly has the lame speeches down pat."
Sailor Moon leapt into the room, engaging the robbers in hand to hand combat. She flipped one of the men over her shoulder, and kicked another one in his stomach. She alternated between kicking the third one's knees and punching his face.
Nephlyte watched Sailor Moon curiously. Something was definitely wrong. She didn't fight physically, she hit things with her tiara and struck poses until the other scouts could burn or fog them. She was never this brave. And the body proportions were off from what he remembered. And her scout costume was the wrong colors. And her eyes were green, rather than the blue he remembered. Green? Green! He gasped as he realized who was playing dress-up.
"Zoycite!" he whispered, his eyes filling with hatred. But what was she playing at?
Nephlyte glanced around at the other patrons. Most were rising shakily to their feet, and forming a crowd around "Sailor Moon" while she fought. Nephlyte rose as well, and made his way to the back of the crowd. The last thing he needed was Zoycite knowing he was alive. He turned back as the crowd sent up a cheer. "Sailor Moon" had bested the men, and tied them up for the police to handle.
"Never fear, citizens of Tokyo. Sailor Moon will protect you from all forms of evil!"
With that last arrogant line, "Sailor Moon" dashed for the door. As she passed through, she caught a glimpse of a familiar head of hair and flashing blue eyes at the back of the crowd. "It couldn't be!" she thought as she leapt up on to the flagpole, then to the roof, and landed gracefully. "Could it?"
By Lufia, Xelloss no Miko
Rating:
Type: Sailor Moon, Romance, AU
Note: Sailor Moon doesn't belong to me (I wish it did, but oh well.) It belongs to a very gifted woman named Naoko Takeuchi. It also belongs to Kodansha, Toei, DiC, Mixx, Cloverway, and many other people I can't even begin to name. In other words, don't sue me, please. I'm a poor college student who likes to write, that's all.
Further Note: I'm using the DiC dub names in this fanfic because it's the series I know best. Being an American, I don't have access to all the pretty Japanese episodes, except through the internet realplayer files and friendly neighborhood fansubbers. I do, however, have access to Cartoon Network, and have seen the entire English run several times over. I happen to like the dub (for what it is), for the most part. That being said, enjoy the fic!
Send all comments to: Nightmare_Queen@Mazoku.zzn.com
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The next morning, Molly was again up with her alarm, and out the door before her mother had to yell at her. She wondered what had happened to make Molly so conscientious all of a sudden. "My little girl's growing up," she thought tearfully as Molly bounded out the door for school.
Molly jogged to school this morning, planning on getting there early. Serena had promised she'd be on time today, so the two of them could discuss Nephlyte. She stopped at their lunch spot and rested on the tree to catch her breath.
"Molly!"
Molly looked up, groaning inwardly as she saw who was coming toward her. It was Melvin, the geeky-haired dweeb who followed her around like a sick puppy.
"Hello, Melvin," she forced herself to say cheerily. Maybe he wouldn't be too annoying today.
Melvin stopped in front of her. "You're here really early today, Molly."
Molly nodded. "I'm waiting for Serena. What about you?"
Melvin held up a computer disk. "More earthworm research. I'm transferring my hard copy to disk, so I can refer to it while I'm on the Internet."
"That's...great Melvin," Molly said. She spied Serena running toward the school. "Gotta go, Melvin. Bye!"
Melvin stared after Molly's retreating form. He hoped they'd be talking about him. He really liked Molly, and he knew Serena thought they looked cute together. He'd have to pump the meatball-headed girl for information later.
"Serena!" Molly called.
"Hi, Molly," Serena panted, catching her breath. "Have you been waiting long?"
"Long enough to fight off the resident dweebmeister," Molly said, chucking her thumb over her shoulder at Melvin, "but no, not long. So?"
"So...what, Molly?"
Molly bounced up and down on her heels. "What did you think of Nephlyte?"
"He seems...nice, Molly."
Molly beamed. "So you'll help us?"
Serena nodded. "I'll try to help you."
Molly threw her arms around Serena, hugging her tightly. "Oh thank you so much Serena!" she squealed.
"I want to keep an eye on this guy, make sure you don't get hurt."
"I won't," Molly said, breaking the embrace. She stepped back a pace or two. "Nephlyte would never hurt me."
"I know, but I worry about you. You've already been hurt so many times! Remember what happened at the wrestling thing this past weekend?"
Molly shuddered as the events replayed themselves in her mind. She, Serena, and Melvin had gone to watch the fantasy-wrestling match, thanks to Andrew and his free tickets. Zoycite had shown up, and had turned one of the wrestlers into a monster, who had trapped the crowd inside giant bushes, nearly suffocating everyone. Luckily, Sailor Moon had been able to defeat the monster and free the crowd. But Molly instinctively knew that Zoycite had escaped.
"Nephlyte wouldn't put me in any danger," Molly said. "He doesn't like Zoycite or the Negaverse any more than the Sailor Scouts do."
"I wouldn't bet on that," Serena grumbled.
"Huh?"
"Oh, nothing," Serena said, laughing quickly to cover her gaff. "I still have some little doubts about this guy. But if you trust him...you're my best friend, Molly, and I'll help you in any way I can, as long as helping doesn't put either of us in danger."
Molly smiled and hugged her friend tightly. "Thanks, Serena. Why don't you come over after school today? We can strategize."
Serena nodded. Her eyes widened as the tardy bell rang. 'Ooh! I can't believe this! The one day we get to school early, we end up just as late!" She grabbed Molly's hand and pulled her into the building quickly.
Nephlyte stood at the top of the stairs, listening intently to the shop bustle below. There! He could hear Molly's mother's voice. She was deep in conversation with a customer over a sapphire pendant. Satisfied that she was sufficiently occupied, Nephlyte headed down the stairs as quickly as possible, holding his shoes in his hand. He padded through the stockroom to the back door, slipped his shoes on, and stepped into the alleyway behind the store.
Nephlyte didn't want to risk too many teleportations. Despite his appearance of nonchalance when showing off to Molly last night, Nephlyte was nervous. He was afraid that the Negaverse would pick up his teleport signature if he traveled that way too often. Besides, it was a pleasantly sunny day, and he felt like walking.
He strode out into the street as if he owned it. Hiding in plain sight was easy for someone with his powers. Act normal, no one took any notice of you. Act like you were trying to hide, and it was guaranteed that everyone would stare at you. He walked quickly, but not so hastily that people would think he was avoiding something, to the bank. He had one more transaction to make before fading into the woodwork for a few weeks.
Nephlyte frowned as he entered the First Tokyo Bank. It was crowded. All the tellers had lines at least ten people deep waiting for them. He glanced over at the desk people. They were similarly occupied, although their lines weren't quite as long. Nephlyte sighed and chose a desk line at random. He wished he'd brought a paper.
He'd been waiting in line nearly forty-five minutes when the attack came. Three heavily built men burst through the doors of the bank, masks down, guns aimed high.
"Everybody freeze!" the lead man cried out, brandishing his pistol. "This is a hold up! Do what we say if you don't want to get hurt."
Nephlyte glared at the men angrily, but did nothing. He couldn't risk revealing his powers in such a crowded place, and he didn't want to attract the Negaverse's attention with a surge of power. He sat on the floor with the other customers when told to do so. He forced himself to keep quiet and still as the men went from line to line, demanding all the money and valuables the bank patrons had on their persons. Slowly, they made their way toward him. Nephlyte grew anxious. He couldn't let them have his valuables, or he would have no identity on Earth. He had to do something. He tensed, preparing to gather his energy into a tangible object to hit them with.
"Stop right there, evil doers!"
Nephlyte looked up, relieved. He didn't need to use his energy after all. His gaze turned to the door, along with the other patrons, as they tried to see who had spoken. He recognized the silhouette framed in the doorway, but the voice sounded...wrong.
"How dare you attack innocent bankers! I am Sailor Moon, the champion of justice, and on behalf of the moon, I will punish you!"
"Well," Nephlyte thought, "whoever it is certainly has the lame speeches down pat."
Sailor Moon leapt into the room, engaging the robbers in hand to hand combat. She flipped one of the men over her shoulder, and kicked another one in his stomach. She alternated between kicking the third one's knees and punching his face.
Nephlyte watched Sailor Moon curiously. Something was definitely wrong. She didn't fight physically, she hit things with her tiara and struck poses until the other scouts could burn or fog them. She was never this brave. And the body proportions were off from what he remembered. And her scout costume was the wrong colors. And her eyes were green, rather than the blue he remembered. Green? Green! He gasped as he realized who was playing dress-up.
"Zoycite!" he whispered, his eyes filling with hatred. But what was she playing at?
Nephlyte glanced around at the other patrons. Most were rising shakily to their feet, and forming a crowd around "Sailor Moon" while she fought. Nephlyte rose as well, and made his way to the back of the crowd. The last thing he needed was Zoycite knowing he was alive. He turned back as the crowd sent up a cheer. "Sailor Moon" had bested the men, and tied them up for the police to handle.
"Never fear, citizens of Tokyo. Sailor Moon will protect you from all forms of evil!"
With that last arrogant line, "Sailor Moon" dashed for the door. As she passed through, she caught a glimpse of a familiar head of hair and flashing blue eyes at the back of the crowd. "It couldn't be!" she thought as she leapt up on to the flagpole, then to the roof, and landed gracefully. "Could it?"