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Justice

By

Raymond Cooper

Make This Go On Forever

Sailor Ceres found herself in the uncomfortable position of having her breasts groped by a leering manga artist. Shocked into immobility, she wasn't quite sure what she should do. Oh, Ranma Saotome would make some noise like a squawking chicken and jump back, his honour as a man insulted; the part of him that had grown into a separate component, Kaname, would have slapped the other girl; Sailor Ceres just wasn't sure what she should do. She was here to save these girls, not to cause them more harm.

"What... what are you doing?" she asked, finally.

Haruna Saotome leered again at her friend, just now raising up from her hiding place under a matted mesh of leaves and grass. "See? See? This could be you. Instead of that blond bimbo I drew, draw you like this!"

"Stop handling her chest," Yue said, unable to look directly at Ceres' face, but certainly able to look sideways at Haruna's hands on the other girl's ample chest.

Ceres found her voce again. "No, really, what are you doing? You're fighting for your lives here, and you're... will you stop groping me!" Haruna stopped, shocked, hands frozen. Ceres removed them and readjusted the grey bow that lay from her collar down across her chest. "That's better. Aren't you supposed to be killing each other?" Ceres asked, suddenly concerned. "Because I thought that was what this show was about."

Yue shrank back a little at the comment, but Haruna still seemed frozen. She finally turned to her shorter friend, and whispered in a loud stage whisper, "I don't know her!"

"That's what I was trying to tell you," Yue whispered back, a little quieter. "She's not from our class."

Haruna moved back to stand slightly in front of her smaller friend, an automatic gesture that touched Yue. "Are you with the men filming this depraved show?"

"No," Ceres replied. "I'm here to help."

"Can you get us off this island?" Haruna demanded.

"Not without causing more problems," Ceres answered.

"What problems could be worse than this?" Haruna asked.

"The kind that invade the island and rip everyone limb from limb before I can do anything," Ceres responded.

Yue put a hand on Haruna's arm to stop her from saying anything else. "That's a good point," Yue said, "There are always things than can be worse than right now. Isn't that right, Haruna?" She shook her friend slightly to get her to answer.

Haruna gave an emphatic nod.

"As far as I can tell," Ceres continued, "you're safe in here for the moment. I haven't seen any cameras, but that doesn't mean they're not in here."


Big Man wandered through the classroom on dusk, watching the various screens. Each one showed a different group of girls, or even the same group but from a different angle. There were numerous screens, too many for Negi to count. But he watched the presenter, while the view on the main screen showing what was currently airing on the network to viewers was continuing to show the girls led by Asuna settling back into their cave. A voice over drifting through the classroom was talking about how Asuna had been well-known for her rowdy ways and viewed herself as a dispenser of justice.

But Big Man stopped after passing one of the small screens, and peered in at something closer. Negi stood from his cot, and walked over to stand just behind the presenter. It was in a small clearing in the midst of some tall shrubs that the camera focussed, and in it, Negi could see Haruna and Yue standing there, facing a point just in front of them both. Haruna put her hand up, as if she was clasping someone on the shoulder, and her eyes seemed to flick up and down with a bit of a weird smile like those she would spontaneously generate when realising there was a good manga character reference before her. Negi could only wonder what was going on, but Yue seemed to be talking, and talking fast – there was something there going on that was making her nervous.

"Look! The first girls are starting to crack!" Big Man called out, and brought the camera feed up onto several of the larger monitors around the classroom. Nitta took a single glance before downing another cup of sake, his attention firmly rooted in the alcohol in front of him, but the others in the room – the production assistants, the cameramen, the soldiers – all turned to watch the two teenage girls talking to themselves.

It really did look like they were talking to something, Negi thought. Chamo thought the same. "Do you think Evangeline's back?" Negi whispered? The ermine stayed quiet, but shook his head. They were too close to Big Man for Chamo to speak in case the presenter realised there was more going on here than he first thought. It was bad enough to have a ten year old Welsh teacher taken with the class full of teenage girls, but a talking animal? It would seal both Negi's and Chamo's fates with those of his students. But Negi had to admit, invisibility and chatting amicably with Haruna and Yue wasn't Eva's style. No, unless she really thought about what danger could happen to the students with the explosive collars, Evangeline would likely waltz into the school through the roof, scatter the soldiers with a magical blast of wind, and then gut anyone stupid enough to remain there – if she didn't set her puppets on them.

Assuming she could bring any back.

No, this wasn't Evangeline, Negi realised. This was someone else, with a magical bent. A few times, he thought he'd seen someone in class sitting next to Asakura, but when he'd looked directly there was no one there. Hmm. Thinking back, his class roster that Takamichi had given him had listed a Sayo Aisaka as student number 1, with a hand-scrawled note not to move her seating arrangements. And Big Man had also called out the same name on their first night – Negi remembered it, even though in a daze, with the girls protesting no one by that name was in their class. Perhaps Haruna and Yue were actually talking to someone... a ghost. That would make sense.

But then, if they could see this ghost, wouldn't the camera also be picking it up?

"Is there a possibility there's a mage in the class who can bend light? Negi asked in a whisper again. Chamo shook his head, but after a long delay: he didn't really know either, but anyone other than Evangeline who was that powerful would normally stick out like a sore thumb, and no one in the class did.

Even as strong in basic spells as Negi was, he couldn't bend light to remain visible to a single person but not be detected by anyone else – the most basic invisibility spell rendered one invisible to everyone, and even then needed a magical circle to be drawn in place. A close look at the ground surrounding the girls on the screen showed no signs of such a circle. No, it was likely to be something else.

Something technological? Negi wondered, his eyes rolling towards the ceiling. Chachamaru was a robot; it was possible she could have some such device. But he'd just watched her with Asuna and the others, defending Misa and Madoka and then leading them back to their cave hideaway, so it wasn't her. Satomi was back at the cave and had never left; she only moved the slightest amount necessary to prevent her collar from detonating, the same as many of the girls. That fact made them sitting targets to someone like Mana, who was prowling around looking to cut down on the competition a little. Chao was the only other girl off the top of Negi's head he could think of who could possibly have developed a device like that, but she was practising some kind of martial art fighting style he didn't recognise. That ruled out anyone internal to the class, at least.

Someone from outside the class? But who? Was there someone on the outside who knew this was wrong? Was there someone who was willing and able to help save his students? Negi didn't know, but he decided he had to keep a closer eye on how the show was progressing. Without magic to track his students, all he had was these screens.


"It's almost the third night since I've been gone; can you hurry this up?" Evangeline's irritation ran through her voice like a flooded river through a desert. Konoemon Konoe sighed as he prepared the ingredients again. This time, he was making a spell that wouldn't completely drain him and possibly yank Evangeline back if he collapsed. It was difficult going; while Nagi Springfield hadn't been the brightest of all mages, and indeed preferred using a lot of the simpler spells available, he was exceedingly cunning when it came to tightening clauses in spells that could allow loopholes. The curse he had placed on Evangeline was exceedingly tight, and only in certain circumstances would Eva be able to leave the school grounds. One of those was if this was a planned school activity, which had required the headmaster to stamp a permission form stating Evangeline was allowed to be outside the grounds every five seconds. This had to last longer and require less maintenance.

The headmaster had finally found a loophole he could exploit in the wording of the curse, and with the magical circle he would draw with the mixture he was preparing, Evangeline could be out of the school grounds and out of contact with him for up to a week.

Normally, that would be cause for concern for everyone involved, but this time Konoemon suspected that Eva's concern for the class was more a concern for Negi. Why she was so affected, he didn't know. Had she seen something in him in Kyoto that reminded her of his father, Nagi? Was she that infatuated with the memory of the Thousand Master that she was willing to look after his child? Or was she merely using this as an excuse to escape, or at best, use this as good behaviour to have certain parts of the curse keeping her at the school (or at the very least, the barrier preventing her from using her magic) lowered to a point that her confinement was bearable for her in the long term?

Konoemon suspected it was many of these issues, that she was still in love with the man who had sealed her within the school grounds, as well as taking a shine to her captor's son, and looking to score brownie points by helping out when needed in return for some concessions on her imprisonment. He just didn't know; she refused to say in her urgency to get back to the island.

It really was funny, he thought. Here she was, claiming to want to help the son of her worst enemy... the son of the one man that, even with all her ability as a puppet master, she could never have had.

Eva stalked around the office, looking ridiculous in her leather outfit. She appeared too young to give it justice – she may have been hundreds of years old, but being turned into a vampire on her tenth birthday had left her forever with the body of a child. "Come on!" she barked, "This has to be ready now! We don't know what's going on there! I need to get back!"

Konoemon smiled kindly, and gestured at the television recessed into the wall at the side of his office. "We're not in your resort any longer, Eva-chan. You can turn the TV on and find out what's going on now."

"Right!" the vampire said, brightening momentarily almost enthusiastically until she realised this meant it would be a while yet before the headmaster was ready to send her back into the fray. She stalked over to the television, turned it on with a vicious stab of her finger, and watched as the camera focussed on two of the girls from the class, apparently talking to themselves. Their conversation was muted in the background as the voice over announcer brightly explained that the first girls on the island were starting to go insane from the knowledge of their impending deaths.

"Because, really, how could a manga artist and a short librarian-type of girl win in Battle Royale? In a game with the ninja, the futurist, the robot, the samurai? These poor girls have broken down. And yet, anyone may win Battle Royale! That's the excitement of this game, the winner might be the least likely person in the class. After all, it's always the quiet ones who snap the hardest."

Evangeline muted the TV and turned back to Konoemon. "Hurry it up, old man!"


"So you're some kind of superhero?" Haruna asked, boggling. "Like, a real live magical girl?"

Ceres bristled momentarily at the word 'girl' but cooled back down so quick Yue had to wonder if she'd really seen the reaction. "Yes, I'm a... magical girl."

"Can you do your battle poses? Like, all the ones you strike when fighting? And when saying your name? And –"

"I, uh, can only do them when I'm actually fighting," Ceres said, a little uncertainly and confused. Then, as inspiration struck, "But... you know, if you want me to fight ya..." She let her voice trail off, and the rest was left unspoken. Yue noticed that her taller friend was seriously considering the prospect, and elbowed Haruna in the ribs.

"Ahem."

"What I mean to say is, what's going on here might be, um, more important if I'm... um... just don't tell people about me, okay?" Ceres ended up pleading. The glint in Haruna's eye said that could likely be an impossibility. "Because there are people who, as I said, will turn this place into a bloodbath if they know I'm here. I'm trying to save you, you know," she added, slightly sarcastically.

Yue's elbows stopped Haruna from saying anything again.

"And yes, we're very grateful, believe me when I say that." But Yue's nerves got the best of her, and she found that once she started talking, she couldn't actually stop. "However, how can you be a real magical girl? Magic doesn't exist, because it disrupts all known physical laws, and therefore magic is impossible. Unless the known laws are either wrong or there are laws of the physical world we just don't know about yet, and that could be bad because what if we do something that breaks one of these laws without knowing it, in such a way that it causes the end of everything? Yet, this whole concept of magic doesn't sit right with me, even if there are unknown laws. Who knows what knock-on effects using magical energy would have if you act using magic? The greenhouse effect could just be like a stepping stone to a global magical effect. And magical girls, don't get me started on them. They're always wearing short skirts and briefer tops and showing waaaay too much thigh-"

Ceres looked down at her mostly bare legs, starting to feel the evening chill settle along them.

At least, she hoped it was the evening chill and not a sudden bout of self-consciousness.

She held up a hand to interrupt Yue. "Woah. Just hold it right there. It's obvious I'm a magical girl, right? I've got the short skirt and revealing top, the bows and these special little booties that..." Ceres tapped her grey ankle-high boots together, hoping something exciting would happen, but nothing did. "... do absolutely nothing," she conceded. "But I can do the transformation from no one to magical girl, and I can do magical attacks. Just," Ceres added, with a warning glance at Haruna, "not right now while people might be watching."

"So for now, we just have to take your word for it," Yue replied.

Ceres nodded. "But that's perfectly alright, Yuecchi! Because she's obviously a magical girl." Haruna also gestured at the gear Ceres was dressed in. "Who else would wear something like this in public? Well, apart from cosplay idols and those people, but why would one of them be here?"

"Other than Chisame?" Yue asked quietly, but either Haruna didn't hear her, or she ignored her.

"No, this is a place and situation only a magical girl would come to!"

"That's true," Sailor Ceres confirmed.

"And stupid enough," Haruna added.

"And stu- wait, no, why is it stupid to come here?"

Haruna indicated the collars Yue and herself wore. The change in her attitude from positive, full-on force of nature to bitterly upset was extremely rapid. "Because unless you have magical teleportation powers and can teleport these collars off everyone on the island at the same time, you might save us from the bad guys who tear us limb from limb, but you can't save us from exploding heads."

It was a sobering thought, reminding Ceres for the stakes she was playing for here. If Umiko got wind that she was here, even if she didn't put two and two together and link Sailor Ceres with Yoshihiro's missing General, she might try something stupid – like either sending in forces to attack the students directly, or manipulating Big Man, the television host of the Battle Royale show, to detonate all the collars at once just to spite anyone trying to free the teenagers.

"I can remove the collars, but don't say this out loud. I don't know if there are microphones around either. But... I can't do them all at once, not when everyone's all over the island. I'd have to..." Ceres' voice drifted off into a thoughtful silence. The seeds of an idea were coming to life in her head. Before coming to the island, she hadn't been entirely sure how she was going to stop this show from continuing, but getting everyone together in one location might be an idea worth trying. Ceres could at least remove the collars at the same time if they were in one place, but then there were all the soldiers, as well as anything Umiko might set on Ceres and the girls if she saw something was up on the television.

It was a troubling scenario no matter which way Ceres looked at it, but she sighed and squared her shoulders, looking brightly at the girls. She wondered how Sailor Moon made this look so easy; her face was beginning to hurt from the smiling. "So. Don't speak of this aloud. Don't talk about me after this, okay? If I turn up again, when I turn up again, don't face me to speak to me, try not to look at me, don't speak directly to me. We want to keep me a secret from the people running this show as long as possible."

"How do you know they can't see you on television?" Yue asked, ever the pragmatist.

"Because we're not shoulder-deep in monsters trying to eat me," Ceres explained, before giving a cheery nod. "I have to go, but I'll check back on you both before long. It's getting dark now. You'll have to move shortly, but you should be able to come back in here to sleep, if this is where you feel safest. If you get in trouble..."

"You'll give us a magical device to call you at any time?" Haruna asked eagerly.

"... Kind of," Ceres replied, looking a little sheepish. "Yell, really really loud."

"Anything in particular?" Haruna pressed.

"'Help, help, I'm being killed,' has always seemed fairly to the point," Ceres suggested. "Look, I have to go. There were thirty of you. Unless something has happened in the last couple of hours, there's only been five confirmed deaths. The twins, a swimmer, a cheerleader and... they never made much of the other girl on the show, I'm sorry. I don't know her name offhand. There's a sixth unconfirmed death, apparently of a young blond kid in your class -"

"Evangeline!" Yue gasped in surprise. Were that many people really dead already? Were they really killing each other out there? Was this something she would have to worry about? Evangeline had always seemed to be so aloof and untouchable in class, but Yue thought perhaps that was just her demeanour rather than actual fact. But... "Unconfirmed?"

"She vanished in a big magical display," Ceres explained. "I'd guess it's more likely she got teleported out somewhere, didn't look like she went willingly. Looked painful as well. I think she's still around, but out of it. And... she didn't look like the little blond kid who came into the island with you all. She looked like a twenty-year old, in some kinky leather outfit."

Haruna shared a significant glance with Yue. "I told you it was always the quiet ones! So, when are you going to let me in on your sordid secrets?" Yue blushed, and turned back to Ceres.

"I want to get around as many of the survivors as I can, give them hope, tell them ta keep moving and stay alive, and when I get some idea of how to get you all off the island, to get you to gather somewhere. But I need time, and at the moment, I don't think I have a lot. So please, stay hidden, stay safe, I'll come back for you when everything's set." She gave the two girls a reassuring smile that was mostly genuine. "You'll be safe. And remember, if you feel unsafe, if someone comes after you, run and do anything to stay alive, and yell." With that, Ceres turned, pushed off with her feet, and disappeared into the trees.

"Wow."

"You're speechless, Haruna?"

"Not quite, Yuecchi. That's just... after years of avoiding it in our class, I'm finally feeling inadequate as a woman for the first time in my life. My god, Yue, that was a short skirt."


The woman with the long hair a thousand years hence turned, finding an albino girl standing behind her. She was dressed in a uniform of some kind that the woman didn't recognise as such, but appeared to be a school uniform. The girl's face was expressionless, red eyes staring back at the taller woman, unblinking. It was a little unnerving, to say the least. She was standing a little too close for the woman's immediate comfort, and she stepped back to give herself some space.

"Who... who are you?" she asked.

"All things come to this place. Buried beneath these ruins is the birthplace of humanity, covered by an unfamiliar ceiling." The girl finally blinked. "I am of this place."

"I don't remember seeing you here before," the woman said.

"Previously, the soul of the world was sited here. Now, the dominant soul has fled, and I am able to remain."

"Who are you, though?"

"You can call me..." the albino considered for a few seconds, her head cocked to the side slightly. The name was familiar to the woman, but she couldn't place it. "Seilei, would be appropriate."

"Well, Seilei, what's happened here? Why is this like... this?"

The albino's eyes didn't move from the woman's. "The dominant soul has fled this place, and the soul of humanity's birth had restored itself throughout the immediate region. I am an aspect of that soul, separated from you by only imagination. I am the Seilei that exists in your mind, while at the -"

"Yes, yes, and I am the Setsuna that exists in your mind, forget the metaphysical bullcrap, and tell me who you are and why you're here."

"I do not understand the first question. I have already answered this." Seilei seemed confused. "I am Seilei."

"I know you're not really here," Setsuna fired back, her temper growing as a sense of wrongness, of major unease settled across her shoulders. "You have no shadow."

Seilei glanced down at the ground curiously. "This is true. But this is because I am only in your mind. The me that is inside you is communicating with the me that is the soul of this place, and this is how you perceive that communication. Once, all was one. A single shining soul, a source from which humanity was separated and birthed and spread across the world and the moon in eons past. But there are barriers greater than that which we make within ourselves to make us individual, and those remain the barriers others make for us. These artificial barriers can lower people or raise them, depending on what magic words are spoken."

"You're speaking in riddles," Setsuna griped. "If you can't speak straight with me, then I have to find someone who will."

"Where you are standing right now is the safest place you could be."

"I don't understand."

"You do not need to understand, only to know and to trust. Have I hurt you? I have not intended to do so." Seilei seemed unperturbed by the possibility regardless. "I do not speak in riddles, but rather in truths uncomfortable and long-since forgotten. The barriers of individuality have made people forget what they once shared, but in their urges and drives to become as one body, they have some memory of that time of wholeness and try in their limited way to recreate it."

"I don't understand!"

"This is the secret of the soul, that everyone is interconnected but the connections have long-since died. Everyone is together but the great sadness is they can't help but feel alone. And so that loneliness kills the spark of greatness within the greater soul and human life cannot grow appreciably in that absence."

"I don't understand! How many times can I say this before you get that I don't understand a word of what you're talking about?"

Seilei looked around the ruins of Crystal Tokyo, the decayed spires and domes collapsing into dust and memory. "The world has broken," she said, sadly, the only real emotion her quiet, silky smooth voice had offered in the conversation. "Man should not understand the night, and thus uses fire to protect himself from the dark. The world has no night, only a single unending day."

"Surely that's good?" Setsuna answered anxiously, trying to follow the conversation with the weird albino.

"Without night, the day is pointless," Seilei replied soberly, her tone flat and devoid of emotion again. "When the first soul split into three, what was left behind of the soul contained a mixture of day and night, one fragment contained light and one fragment contained dark. This was the first rending of humanity. But the white egg and black egg could not coexist without the existence of the souls of the third egg, which as they had to be one of the other but not both. White could not allow black to continue and black could not accept white, and so the eggs warred. For whatever excuses they gave, this simple unyielding truth is the cause of the matter. Without the mix of the third egg, the light and dark eggs of humanity's souls cannot coexist with one another."

Setsuna considered. "Assuming you're right, and you're talking about the White and Black Moon Kingdoms of ages past, then you're saying this world, Earth, is necessary for the balance in this... what, trinity?" Seilei was silent, but the slight smile that appeared on her lips told Setsuna she was right. It reminded her of something the original Serenity had said, a million years past: the credo by which the Moon Kingdom had lived – As Above, So Below. But, Serenity had taken that to mean that the balance in the heavens decided the balance on Earth, and had made a first strike on the Dark Moon Kingdom to wipe out the evils that were manifesting on Earth in ancient times.

But perhaps that wasn't the case. Perhaps, as this girl suggested, the real issue was that the war hadn't been in response to growing chaos on Earth below Luna, but because the light and dark moonsiders could not physically accept the existence of the other. If this was the case, then humanity would have to be the bridging that held the two together. If she was right, then the senshi could never win the battle against chaos, because it was intrinsically part of the human race. The White Moon Kingdom a representation of all the good humanity had to offer, the Dark Moon Kingdom the opposite. As long as such a duality existed in humanity's collective soul, true peace could never be won, only fought for.

And that brought to mind the blond girl's words from earlier: that Sailor Moon had been fighting for an ideal, but had not the power to bring it to fruition, and that Neo Queen Serenity had the power to bring the dream to life, and had done so, but the dream was flawed. Where Usagi was at the moment in her personal timeline, she shouldn't have made Crystal Tokyo and unlocked the power within her. That power in the hands of an idealistic teenager was as scary as it was in the hands of a not-so-benevolent dictator, because both saw the world in absolutes, and only as they wanted to see it. Such a person would force their view on others if they had the choice – the dictator through fear, the teenager through love and compassion to make a better world for all.

That thought made everything click into place for Setsuna. In the past, rather than let events travel as they had to, Usagi had broken something somewhere and created Crystal Tokyo early, before anyone was ready to accept it and the ideals it meant. She created it before she was ready to accept what such an endeavour meant and had opted for what amounted to be the quick, easy fixes, and then compounded her mistakes, which had in turn created fear, mistrust, hatred against everything she stood for. Humanity hadn't taken being treated like errant children being forced into a role against their will very kindly and retaliated. Serenity had escalated the matter, not for a moment able to conceive she was wrong and unable to listen to those who would have counselled her to act slower and in good faith in humanity's aims and goals.

She had forgotten what made her special, in other words, and rather than bringing out the best in others had acted worse than any members of the Dark Moon Kingdom had done. That was the hard part for Setsuna to accept: the road to this hell was paved with such good intentions.

"But –" she said, lifting her head to ask the albino something, but the girl was gone.

"You are not alone," she heard the girl whisper from behind her, and she spun again, this time to see several armed guards in some kind of mechanical armour approaching slowly, almost nonchalantly. They smiled and waved at the people milling around the exhibits of the ruined city, and as Setsuna watched, they directed people slowly and calmly away to other exhibits. She snorted; as if she'd involve innocents in any fight, but she wasn't intending to fight. If the people of this time had become adept at fighting senshi, there was no reason to fight or resist: people, most likely her, would get hurt, and that was something she had to avoid if she had any way of making this right. She had to start with open and honest trust, especially in a situation where she didn't know the outcome.

Her random jumping through time had ended here. She hadn't jumped in over a week now. Either the Time Gate on Pluto was broken, or it had somehow sealed itself and was not responding to her anymore. She had nowhere to run, not really.

"This way," she heard Seilei whisper from behind her again, and when she turned, she saw the girl standing over near one of the closer spires. It was her tower, or what would have been her tower; she recognised the twist at the top of the spire that formed a viewing platform. But she hadn't been spoken of in the lecture she'd heard, and so was assuming she hadn't been able to get back in time to stop this future from happening. All she could do would be to try and salvage Usagi's dream from the wreckage she'd created.

The girl continued staring, and finally Setsuna realised perhaps there might be something she didn't know about, some way of salvaging this future into her own again, and that was what the girl was directing her to. After all, in her own way, she'd been very helpful and explanatory about things Setsuna hadn't even known as the Senshi of Time, and her reasoning about the White and Black Moon Kingdoms fit with everything Setsuna had ever known about both. Normally, what part of her was Pluto would confirmed or denied what the girl... what the image of humanity's soul... had said, 

but she had been curiously silent for a while now, and that worried Setsuna more than a little. Oh well, if she made her movement look casual, if there was nothing in the spire then the guards could still take her, and she could claim she was unaware she was being singled out.

The choice made, Setsuna turned to follow the girl down the rabbit hole.

TO BE CONTINUED..

SAILOR MOON SAYS:

Well, for those who was wondering what had happened to Setsuna after she'd rushed around setting everything up pre-Truth and through Love, now you know. It's been fun getting to this point these last couple of months, it's more writing than I've done in years and it feels surprisingly good. I'm hoping to be able to keep this up through the end of Justice and then into another couple of fics ;)

Next time: well, at this point, do you really need me to say anything? The characters are moving on their own, but it's time for the most demure and shy of the Rozen Maidens to appear. Oh, and we get a new catchphrase as well. Or is it an old one?