A/N: ^^ And the story so unfolds. . . Hmm, maybe it was a bad idea to summarize the story before the actual plot was set, eh? Aw, well. ^^ Most stories are good that way, since it's the JOURNEY, not the end, right? But ends are always welcome when they're satisfactory. .

DISCLAIMER: Characters of Naoko Takeuchi are MAJORLY enhanced, 'cause I'm bringing out their most. . . personal (?), DEFINITELY hidden sides! ^^

Where Have We Gone?

(And When Did You Go)

Setsuna never figured herself to snarl much, but she was doing it more and more when she thought of the young woman with her partner.

EVERY NIGHT!

Bad as she felt, Setsuna had come to terms and had started to peek into the brat's bedroom every last ten minutes on Minako's visits. Many times the brat had caught her stalking around, but she didn't care.

It was dangerous for a senshi to get so close to a human, so emotionally ATTACHED, that Setsuna had went so far as to urge Minako to hurry up the last three minutes of every visit. Setsuna knew the brat didn't like her. Heck, she might as well not have to even notice her because SHE didn't like her, but. . .

"What are ye DOING here, brat?"

Setsuna knew it was rude to call a pint half her size a brat, and someone she didn't know at that, but she didn't care. Dragging the premature teen out onto the balcony, she gripped the brat's shoulders and bared her fangs, hissing darkly her displeasure.

When she saw the aching twitch the girl had in her fingers, she growled.

"I BITE, ye know. Yeah, I've seen ye gallumpin' around with my partner- ye stop that!"

Setsuna felt like a bickering hen, and even more so when the girl's eyes drooped in lazy abandon at her words. Those eyes had seen her when she'd been minding her own business, through the sacred fire. . .

And it creeped her out.

Opening her mouth, Setsuna was about to go into another barrage of insults to the girl when the girl herself abruptly slumped. Useless to do anything but catch her, Setsuna growled irritably.

"Who'd you kiss under the mistletoe?"

Setsuna gaped, her fangs retracting back into their sheaths in her surprise.

"Wh-What?"

Black eyes bored into her soul, and Setsuna wished she could undo time and reverse this. But she couldn't. She had to deal with this NOW. All she could utter was a cat-like choke.

"Tell me. Or I'll scream."

Wise.

The girl was WISE. What was UP with this human?

Setsuna then realized the brat had barely spoken above a murmur the whole time. She broke into a grin when she pictured the brat first arriving, then blowing out all the idiot cameras posted around in such obvious areas in her surprise.

Blowing softly, she rattled off a couple hundred names, watching those wise orbs spin around in disbelief. How she loved using experience against people.

Leaning even closer, she bared her fangs. She knew her teeth gleamed, and she looked predatory. Christmas did that to her.

"And now, brat. . ."

An audible gulp.

Heh.

Fear?

No. . . Curiousity.

"You."

Setsuna rarely gave out presents. But now, she felt as if she could be Santa Claws- because this brat was going to get a sucker and enjoy it.

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Rei frowned.

She was not an angst-ridden teen of thirteen days just to be yelled at by an old hag. So she said the first thing that came to her mind.

"Who'd you kiss under the mistletoe?"

Simple, everyday question, right? Wrong, apparently. And vampires had color.

The woman named Setsuna turned about fifteen shades of red, and Rei had to swallow a smile. Then suck it back down when the hag prattled off about seven hundred names.

In her time she'd lived on a mistletoe farm or was plain bored and decided to remember all the small pecks she'd recieved.

Was Rei interested? Nah.

What she WAS interested, though, were those fangs. . . Hmm. . . As a kid, her parents had told her many times she should keep her hands to herself. Well, she did. Kinda. Then she started wondering why.

When, though, as a teen, her grandpa scared her from coming a mile close to touching a guy if she could help it, and babies were explained, she knew why. That didn't count women and senshi and vampires, though, so she was good. Hands, come out, now.

Yeah, she was good. It was just that, something about those pearly whites made them sparkle, and she wanted to feel them, just once. It was almost an ache, she wanted to reach out and feel how sharp they were.

Rei could practically FEEL the glint of it on the old hag's fangs. Okay, time to touch. . .

Apparently she missed something while the old hag was talking. 'Cuz now she was breaking her back trying to tip her over. Maybe she was getting ready to push her over and into the ocean below?

Like yeah she wasn't.

Rei reached up and grabbed the woman's neck, threatening to snap it if she didn't ensure her a safe trip back to her own two feet. No stopping, though. Instead, the old hag smiled and dipped her even more.

Was the lady too old to remember the days of PE and aching muscles?

Snarling, Rei opened her mouth and ROARED.

Even though the strength of her screams had weakened as she'd gotten older, Minako had reassured her she could blow out the lights if she so half as much squeaked.

Inside, the party turned into a chaotic disco.

Let the fun begin.

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Ami jerked inside of Makoto, her swirling fingers dipping and playing in the tightly wet folds.

They were huddled over the balcony railing's drop, right on top of the doors coming out, and Ami flushed a bright red as she glanced down and spotted Setsuna and another girl she hadn't seen before, JUST as Makoto gave a hiccuping cry and keeled over backwards, her cum squirting into the air and splattering below from between her spread legs.

The water wielder hoped to God no one had been hit by the spray Makoto had spread, but no such luck. Setsuna's yell of indignance sounded, and Ami scrambled to get Makoto's shuddering form over and into the shadows.

Her lover's prone form lay, and she smiled in spite of herself and kissed her, dragging her tongue along the delicious bottom lip. With a moan, Makoto reached up and rolled on top of her, fiercely nipping at her trembling collarbone.

They didn't hear the enraged yowl below.

All they noticed was the heavenly light emanating throughout the ceiling.

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Setsuna had been alive for countless years.

Setsuna had heard words little kids weren't supposed to hear in those countless years.

Setsuna used those words now.

"90234r8t574tyefjifhqyt48ytphg$#%$#^$^&-+-+_+P_))(*_!"

A spray of something warm and sticky had gushed around her head, and when she heard the girl's strong yell when she tipped her over, Setsuna had it. The Time Guardian whipped out her staff, swung it around in a clockwise manner a player would twirl a basketball, and grinned maniacally.

With her abilities, she could vaguely dismember the incoherent thoughts of anyone who had come in contact with the girl for a short period of time, and she did.

The future was said to hold many achievements, so onward they would go.

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A/N: ^^ Hmm, well, how's this after I tried going on a 'Be-celibical-for-5-days' journey! ^^ Psst, I only lasted 3 and 1/2. Ah, well. ^^

Wish I could type faster for you guys. ^^ Thanks for all the support. .