Author's Note (last chapter for voting…)

I don't own Sailor Moon. And yeah, he's still narrating.

Are you letting HIM finish the story? That's so not fair!!

In any case, I have major news that some of you may read more than once if you read any of my other stories. I apologize sincerely for leaving so abruptly, but over the summer last year, a lot of stuff happened and right now, I'm just trying to get back into this. I am feeling rather overworked, and I am trying to get a few chapters written so that everyone can read something. Read my page for more information. Also, thanks Nurse Raine for your medical input!

Ken and the Chickens

Chapter 11: Forgetting Someone?

I am starting the chapter now.

"Run Ken!" Sailor Jupiter cried, as the chickens began chasing around the tuxedoed fool.

"I'm running!" he squeaked. "Bad chickens! BAD!"

"A youma-resistant cape would be useful now, wouldn't it?" Sailor Mars taunted.

"I TOLD YOU! I FORGOT IT AT THE CLEANERS!"

"You are seriously forgetful," Sailor Mercury minded.

"I WAS BEING RUSHED BECAUSE YOU HURRIED UP THE CONVERSATION!"

"Oh, I did do that, didn't I?" Sailor Mercury said wistfully, thinking back to earlier in the day. It was amazing she was thinking at all.

"Ken!" Sailor Jupiter cried once more.

"Girls! Fight the chickens!" Sailor Moon cried from above. There was no reaction to her shout. "Girls? Can you hear me?"

"I wish there was some way we could help him almost," Sailor Venus sighed sorrowfully. "I feel bad making him work out like that. He's really lanky."

"MY FEET ARE GOING NUMB! DO SOMETHING!"

At this moment in time, the boy was running from right to left, and left to right, in a continual loop that seemed never-ending.

"Hey Mercury, can your feet actually go numb from running too much?" Sailor Mars asked. The stampede and the tuxedo boy ran by again.

"GIRLS!" Sailor Moon cried.

"I've never actually heard of it myself, but I guess it's possible," Sailor Mercury mused. The two and Sailor Venus then huddled, thinking very deeply about Sailor Mars' inquiry. Quite the spectacle to take in, mind you. The twerp and the chickens, and then the three stooges in a circle really.

Quit making fun of them!

I can and I will.

If you don't stop—I'll—I'll—I'll tell on you!

Like that is the least bit frightening.

It will be if you never get to narrate again.

I feel nothing but hatred for you.

Is that a good thing?

Sailor Jupiter finally got fed up with the antics of her comrades, and turned to face them.

"Girls! Ken is clearly in a lot of trouble and we can't just leave him like this!" Sailor Jupiter exclaimed. The three looked at one another, and shrugged. "I'm serious!"

"It's not like he isn't expendable or anything like that," Sailor Mars shrugged.

"MARS! USE YOUR POWERS!" Sailor Moon shouted to them, as once again, no one paid any heed to the poor Sailor in a cage.

"SAILOR MARS! Listen to your leader and SAVE ME!"

"Hang on Ken, my love! I'll get them to move!" Sailor Jupiter said, as she turned to them again. "We plan to get married in two months, and if you don't save him, you're not invited to the wedding."

"WHAT? WHEN DID I AGREE TO THAT?!"

Sailor Jupiter ignored her now fiancé as she looked furiously at the girls.

"Okay, fine, we'll save him. Mercury, do that computer-tapping thing you're really good at," Sailor Venus said off-handedly.

"Right," Sailor Mercury said quickly. She began typing on the keyboard. They waited for a few minutes.

"HOW LONG DOES THAT TAKE?"

"Sorry Ken!" Sailor Jupiter apologized sweetly. "They're helping at least."

"I HARDLY CALL THAT HELPING!"

"Sailor Mercury, do you have a way to beat the chickens yet?" Sailor Jupiter asked.

"Oops, no, sorry," Sailor Mercury chirped, attempting to hide her computer. Sailor Mars, however, took it away from her, looking at the screen.

"Wait, what is—is that our grades?!" Sailor Mars exclaimed.

"No wonder we do so well with all the time we spend fighting," Sailor Venus mused.

"It's not like I do that for everyone. Sailor Moon still has to fend for herself!" Sailor Mercury said, blushing as she swiped the computer back.

"WHAT? YOU MEAN YOU COULD MAKE ME AN A STUDENT AND YOU HAVEN'T AMES? YOU TRAITOR!" Sailor Moon cried.

"Now now Serena," Tuxedo Mask said softly. "It's not like she does it because she hates you."

"Oh, but Darien, she's totally giving the girls and advantage they shouldn't have!" Sailor Moon whined.

"Why do you leave her out?" Sailor Venus asked.

"Yeah, she'd be furious if she found out," Sailor Mars chuckled.

"It would be too suspicious if she suddenly was passing all of her classes. So I just correct all her homework when she's not looking," Sailor Mercury said sheepishly. The entire procession, chickens and all, just stopped and stared.

"No wonder your homework grade is so high Serena," Tuxedo Mask mused.

"I—I thought I was getting better!" Sailor Moon sobbed, causing a shockwave to come from the meatballs atop her head. The chickens, looking up at Sailor Moon, cackled in a shriek that could raise the dead.

"Why are—Are they laughing?!" Tuxedo Jupiter asked, stopped in his run.

"Okay, they're somehow distracted. Find their weakness, quick!" Sailor Jupiter exclaimed.

"I'M BACK!" boomed a voice. The group all shuddered. "WHERE IS EVERYONE?"

Another giant, this one female, loomed into view. The group now was wide-eyed with fright.

"A GIANT!" they screamed. Even the chickens seemed downright frightened. The green atrocities with pink bows were now scurrying away into the darkness of this lair, which at this point in time, was anywhere but here.

"BROTHER DEAR!" the giant boomed, as the ground now shook. The Sailor Scouts on the ground fell on their rears, and the two trapped ones were now in swinging cages. Tuxedo Mask was still holding on for dear life while Sailor Moon sobbed, oblivious to the ordeal. "BROTHER DEAR, WHERE ARE YOU?"

"That was their weakness," Sailor Mercury announced. "Come on, let's go!"

"Right," the group exclaimed, as they swiftly jumped to their feet. Sailor Jupiter grabbed the collapsed Tuxedo Jupiter, and the group made their escape also—into the darkness of the lair.

There. They aren't dead. Yet.

Everyone, remember, you can't vote as soon as the next chapter comes out, which means two people's fates are sealed, however tragic it may be.

I'm just glad that I'll be finishing the story at this rate.

YOU WILL NOT! I'll get another chapter again—I think.

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