Wow, it's definitely been a while. This was supposed to come out mid August, but my sister interrupted me while I was writing and I kind of lost the flow for a while. Then moving into college and exams were a hassle. I finally got back to typing this because I'm avoiding writing my chemistry lab write-up. Lol. - BNB
The Bishounen Shitennou Generals
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon is owned by Naoko Takeuchi
Story Signs:
telepathy / emphasis / thoughts
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Serena Tsukino-14
Darien Chiba-17
Andrew/Andy Furuhata-18
Reika Nishimura-18
Reese Hoshi-18 (author character)
Nathan Stanton /Nephrite Komokuten-18
Amy Mizuno-14
Raye Hino-14
Jean Chokichi /Jadeite Jikokuten-16
Kyle Tauro-18
Mina Aino-14
Lita Kino-14
Zeke Lanker/Zoisite Zochoten- 14
Kaidou-20
Chapter 11: Boys Rock Your Girls
Darien threw another punch and feinted to the left as his right punch was blocked. He retreated a few steps back and started to circle his enemy while catching his breath. The tenth year wasn't bad; but, Darien's midnight blue eyes narrowed as he saw his opening, he himself was better. He landed a solid punch to the student's cheek and followed up with a right round house kick. He was about to turn and connect with his left elbow, but the coach's whistle blew. Darien disconnected from the poor kid and moved back so the guy couldn't retaliate for his beating.
"Enough Chiba! Get back in line." Darien bowed to his partner and got back in line. The coach checked to make sure the tenth year student was ok. The kid looked battered, not surprising since he was coming up against the best Judo fighter of Azabu High School, Darien Chiba.
"Geez Chiba, couldn't you have gone easier on him?"
Darien smirked, "I don't know, Sensei, could you've not forced me to line fight everyone on our time for being late?" His Sensei glared at him.
"Everyone is penalized if they are late, especially when the club meeting is half over already. It doesn't matter who you are, or what your skill level is; you have to pay the price. Now get back to work. We have to teach those Shibakouen High brats what real Judo is at the Sports Festivial next week, so everyone get back to work!" All the club members shouted a yes and were about to continue, when two figures came crashing into the fight grounds.
They were both clothed in white padding and were struggling on the ground, trying to disengage their foils. The two figures leapt apart and both removed their fencing masks.
"Not bad," growled Nathan, "but I was trained at a private school back in the States and by private tutors. I always represented my fencing team when we went to competition."
"Really?" Kyle feigned indifference and moved into the en garde position, "I was trained at a private school in Britain and by private tutors when I was with my father in India." Nathan rolled his eyes and moved into an en garde position too.
"Try to sound less uptight and posh when saying that. More people tend to want to kick your ass when you sound so aristocratic."
Kyle's silver eyes gleamed, "I welcome the challenge; but believe me, I usually deliver the 'ass kicking' when confronted." Both boys continued to strike each other foils and dance their deadly steps. Good thing the foils are capped, surmised Darien, or else there would be some major pain going around. He looked over to his Sensei and noticed a big vein throbbing on his forehead. Uh oh…
"Hayate! Control your students!" The younger coach ran over to the Judo grounds and bowed profusely to the Judo sensei.
"I'm sorry. It's that we're trying to determine who will represent Azabu in the fencing tournament during the Sports Festival. We're only allowed to enter one contestant, and I thought it was for sure going to be Mr. Tauro, but," the young coach sighed, "but it seems Mr. Stanton has some skill in the area too." The boys continued to hack at each other. "Oh dear," murmured the coach.
The Judo sensei eyed the students' moves critically. Both students were skilled, but he had notice from afar that Stanton had a slight temper; that one emotion could determine whether he lost control or not in a fight. "Let Tauro enter the competition. He is the better skilled of the two."
"What!" yelped Nathan and froze as he felt the capped tip of Kyle's foil dig into his clothed throat.
Kylie sigh, "I told you this fight was pointless. You are adept, that much I'll admit, but you are distracted easily enough." Nathan was about to come back with a biting remark, but stopped himself. This feeling felt familiar; being reprimanded, but also knowing it was for his benefit, and the other person was not doing it out of spite.
A glint entered Kyle's eyes as he noticed the confusion easily expressed on Nathan face. So they're starting to remember. His gaze swept to Chiba, who had an equally transfixed but confused expression on his face. A satisfied smirk graced his lips and he lifted the foil up, releasing Stanton.
Nathan took off his mask in disgust and walked over to Darien. He slung his tired arm over Darien and leaned his weight onto him, in which Darien gave him a dirty look for using him like a leaning pole. Nathan watched in disgust as Kyle shook the hand of the fencing coach.
"So, Darien, nice of you to finally show up, I thought it was weird how you would miss a club meeting when we're so close to competition." Darien shrugged off Nathan arm.
"I simply forgot. I guess when I heard that Serena was going to be there, I kind of forgot." Nathan chuckled, oh how Serena had Darien wrapped around her little pinky.
"Hey want to go to a concert tonight? Well, actually it's just a small band at a small club, but it'll be interesting." Darien groaned, it seemed that Nathan kept forgetting he had a job to attend to.
"Um, work, as usual. You know, the thing that lets me pay the bills?"
"Ah bills," Nathan looked thoughtfully, "never had to deal with those. But," he looked brightly, which instantly made Darien distrustful, "you work at the studio that would do anything to please my father, thus by transferring power, would want to please me. So tonight, you are assisting me in a matter which you will get paid for."
Darien raised an eyebrow, "so basically you're paying me to be your friend and hang out with you." Nathan gave a throaty laugh, surprising those near by.
"Hardly Chiba, I am one of Hollywood's sons. We don't care or have the need for friends, but we need someone to bring us our drinks and tell us how great we are for doing nothing." Darien smiled along, but he worried over Nathan's words. His friend was always smiling, joking or laughing, but sometimes he wondered if there was sadness in that smile. Darien suspected it had to do with Nathan's movie star father, Maxwell Stanton, but it wasn't his place to question the relationship between his friend and his friend's father.
"So what's this club name you're dragging me to?"
"It's called Blue Rhapsody."
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Zeke ducked behind another building as Amy once again looked over her shoulder. She actually turned fully and stared at the spot Zeke was occupying. Amy was trying to concentrate at the spot, but she had a headache, so her dark powers weren't up to speed. She was going to turn Jupiter today, but apparently the girl had come down with a cold. How convenient, but I doubt she's faking. It would take brains to figure out the Dark Kingdom would be on the hunt now, and Jupiter is lacking in comprehensive thinking. She clutched her head again and wondered what Beryl gave her. She faintly remembered something dark sprinkling over her, and then the memory became fuzzy.
She broke into the school's computer room and hacked into the school system. Her fingers spun the mouse's wheel, scrolling down the student directory. Apparently Jupiter had a change of residence. After Jupiter treachery had been announced, Amy was in charge of bringing her back. She had went to Jupiter's apartment as Mercury and found that Jupiter no longer lived there. She would have brought back Mars also, but only Jupiter knew where Mars lived.
"Well, well, looks like Miss Mizuno can be a bad girl." Amy's fingers froze on the blinking laser mouse. She looked up and was surprised, even though she knew she shouldn't have been.
Zeke had been following her around school for the past few days. She didn't understand why. She had never had any guy pay this must attention to her, and it was becoming most annoying and embarrassing. Didn't he see how the other female students look at him? My god, they were probably forming a fan club for him right now. Why couldn't he bother them? Wasn't it a crime to have those perfect hazel eyes and that mouth, that god like mouth.
"Uh, Amy?" Zeke snapped his fingers in front of her. "Are you okay?" Amy broke out of daze and realized she had been staring.
"I'm fine," She snapped, but the blush was still evident. "What are you doing here?"
Zeke raised his brow. "I think that's the question I'm suppose to ask you. Though, if I were to break into the school system, I would just do it at home. Only an untalented one could only manage from within the school computers." Amy clenched her teeth. How dare he! She shut off the computer and swiveled the chair to face her adversary. She gave him a grim smile and thought how easily she could overpower him.
Zeke eyes narrowed. There was a much, much darker look and aura surrounding the Ice Queen, and he didn't like it at all. He didn't know why, but something felt wrong. He wasn't quite sure how to battle this new version of Amy. When he usually teased her, she would react like a hit and run; she was say something real bitchy, and then run the hell away. This new Amy had real violence lurking beneath its depths. She would stay to fight.
Zeke wasn't so sure he was ready to die yet. So he did what he usually did when in danger; he brought out his bratty sexy mischievous self a.k.a. borderline sleaze.
"So Ames," he leaned on the desk, "what are you doing tonight?" Amy froze. She did not know how to talk to boys. She got rashes just thinking about it. Her brain froze. An obvious player was hitting on her. Her brain went through mathematical functions, analyzed scenarios, and still came up with zilch. She panicked and her mind shut down.
Zeke frowned, it wasn't going as exactly as he predicted. Yeah, she no longer had that dangerous look in her eyes, but she had frozen. Usually girls would be giggling by now or blushing like mad, but Amy was doing neither.
"Er, I take it that you don't have plans tonight. Well, I'm playing at a club tonight. Why don't you come along?" Ms. Mizuno was still frozen. Zeke scratched his head, "I guess that was a yes. C'mon." He grabbed her arm and dragged her off, but not before kicking the chair in and closing the door.
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Darien was surprised that the club wasn't smoky at all. In fact, the club was clean and had a comfy atmosphere. The upper floor had couches and sofas, providing a nice cushion spot with a great view of the dance floor. The lights were dim, mellowing the mood. The dance floor was all club though, with bodies grooving to the music as long as a great beat was provided. Energy and excitement were intoxicating; for once in his lifetime Darien felt fully relaxed and alive. He had to admit his life had been dull and stable so far, but at this moment he could truly be free. He no longer felt like the lonely orphan.
"Isn't this place great?" Nathan handed Darien a drink.
"Yeah. I expected to be dirty, but this place isn't like that." Nathan agreed.
"Well, we could've ended up in a club like that. The band was originally scheduled for somewhere else, but that place was shut down."
"So what type of music is this band playing?"
"Hmm," Nathan rubbed his chin, "I think it's a mix of blues, alternative rock, and a little grudge. Although, I heard they hired a new keyboardist, so their sound changed a bit. It's still good, just with a little dance/techno beat to it. They're called Jaded Kings, but before the newbie came, it was called the Jaded Soldiers." Darien raised a brow.
"Kings? Aren't they getting a little ahead of themselves?"
Nathan laughed, "Probably. They usually only do small clubs, even though the rumor is that several labels have already offered." Nathan eyes narrowed as the DJ lowered the sound.
After several boos and shouts, the DJ's voice could be heard. "Ladies and gentlemen, I know the Jaded Kings are supposed to be performing," the DJ paused as several more groans and yells could be heard, "and they still are." The crowd erupted in cheers; apparently the Jaded Kings were that popular. "The only change is that the lead singer Armando Eika Ri-to has tonsillitis and strep, so Zeke Lanker will be replacing him for vocals tonight." A murmur rumbled through the crowd. The newest member of the Jaded Kings had never done vocals before, but he was the reason for the groups rising popularity. The rhythmic beat with changing melodic scales and dynamic rifts were pure Lanker.
Nathan and Darien's eyes widened as the spot light filtered to a very familiar figure. They stared at each other in shock. The boy genius was a singer. A Celtic drum thumped a slow beat, almost hypnotic, and Zeke started to hum a slow old folk tune.
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Jean's eyes widened as he saw the gadget kid sing. Raye tugged on his Shibakouen High uniform, "what's wrong?"
"Uh, nothing…it's nothing. It's just, that voice, I never heard anything like it." Raye agreed. She was a dabbler in singing herself, and she knew great vocals by ear. She was just surprised he was so young. Lita trailed behind, with her box of Kleenexes. The girl had a cold, but refused to stay home when she heard Raye and Jean were going to hear a new band.
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Serena grumbled to herself and stood alone. Molly was supposed to come with her, but the girl announced she had a cold, and for Serena to go without her. Serena wondered if she caught what Lita had caught. At the sound of her name, Serena turned. Lita waved to her and Serena responded, while making her way to her friends.
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Zeke counted off the beat in his head. He honestly didn't want to sing tonight, but as a newbie, the other members forced him. He never really sung in front of his band mates, but they knew talent when they saw one. Strategically, it was a smart move too. The audience would be curious enough to hear the new band member that they most likely wouldn't be overtly upset that Eika Ri-to couldn't sing tonight.
Zeke had written this song himself, and knew it backwards and forwards. It was suppose to start off slow and give rise to a slightly faster blues melody, abet a sad one about old times, regret, and those lost. Zeke continue to hum and stare at Amy, who was hiding in the shadows. Something about that girl pulled him to her. Maybe it was the darkness that shadowed her heart, and the hurt in her eyes. Maybe it was the way she looked at him, horrified and sad. It was all so familiar.
Blood dribbled down his gloved hand. The blue haired goddess stared back at him, horror struck as her own blood caused a crimson stain on the cloth. A maniacal snarl erupted from him, and he showed his brilliant white canines, but inwardly he cringed. He couldn't control his body; it was a slave to the darkness. The girl steeled herself and pulled out the sword embedded in her gut. She grimaced in pain, but prepared to continue to battle.
He despaired as he knew the brave woman could only live for a few moments longer because of the mortal blow he gave her. He despaired over all that happened. How could have his companions fight for a monster like this? A spasm hit his body as lightening seared him from behind. He welcomed the end, forgetting the devil now owned his soul.
Both of them fell to the crimson stained ground, smoke lingering in their nostrils because of the burning buildings and flesh nearby. The girl continued to stare at him as her brunette tried in vain to pick her up from the ground. With his life ebbing away, he watched as the tears that gathered in her eyes turned from sadness to hate. They were both geniuses, he broke into her security system, which was no small feat. Now he had destroyed the peaceful life she had. It didn't take a bright person to figure out who was winning. He knew if they ever met again, one of them would die. Guilt rattled through his entire being. He swallowed back a sob, for he was taught never to show weakness. So much happened, so much was lost…
Amy's eyes narrowed. Zeke seemed to have forgotten what to sing. The crowded murmured to itself in discontent. He got a nudge from the bass player, and he started to sing. God, what a voice, it was filled with so much anguish. Amy could almost fill herself tear up, if she hadn't stopped herself from every crying over a man again.
Why the hell did he have to be an artist? Amy gripped her glass even tighter. She hated artists with a passion; especially ones that paint. A distant memory floated up, but she tried to shut it down. All her attempts failed.
She remembered her parent's divorce vaguely, but one fact was clear. Her mother had no more patience for her father's flakey ways. Amy was only four, her mother was barely scrapping by for medical school, and her father's income depended on his paintings, which didn't sell well. Her mother finally came up with an ultimatum of Mr. Mizuno having to choose between his art and his family. He picked his art. Her mother buried herself in her work. Amy was alone at home.
Amy remembered waiting in the park on her birthday. After the fifth no show and fifth hand painted postcard saying he was sorry, Amy gave up. She lived in an escapist world of books. She would model herself after her mom. She was naturally a brainaic, but that didn't mean she didn't work for her grades.
She took the medical evaluation test for future MDs and failed miserable. She had cried at the empty park, the beautiful scenery mocking her. She had kept a secret from her mother; she was talented at painting. She did not want to be like her worthless father. She did not want to be a failure; tears shimmered down her smooth cheek.
Amy had woken up from the bench that day. Her eyes had hurt from crying, but a blonde girl was standing over her. She gave her an energetic smile, which creeped Amy out more. Who smiled like that at a girl who had obviously been crying?
"You shouldn't be like that. Everyone has their failings, but they can easily be removed." The blonde extended at hand to her. Amy looked at the girl curiously and accepted the offer. She didn't care anymore. She didn't care for anything right now. The pain came later. The strange woman with red hair had down something to her with a crystal ball. She could feel her body like it was in a dream. She committed actions, felt them, but couldn't control her body. Amy Mizuno was not supposed to be like this.
Zeke's voice called her from her misery. That angelic face, the angelic voice; he shined so brightly it hurt. His voice called to her, diminishing the darkness solidified around her heart. Amy, the real Amy, screamed in pain as something went wrong. She was finally free, but still broken. Amy felt her blood turn numb. She lifted up her arm and screamed again as a blackness traced her veins. People gathered around her in concern but she forced them back with her arms failing. It was getting harder to breathe. She looked up at her angel, his emerald eyes invoking emotions that she couldn't fathom. It was another time, another place that something like this happened. She suddenly felt a hatred that burned a course through her, and the darkness, the obsidian dust feasted on that. She would kill the blonde angel, like how he killed her; except she would pierce through his heart because she had none. Amy closed her eyes, and Dark Mercury opened them.
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Due to the rules of fanfiction . net, I can't write script form, so the Idle Chit Chat of the Shitennou has been canceled. I kept getting notices that doesn't allow me to write new stories unless I submit something that follows the rules. I figured out it was the script form that was getting me flagged, so hopefully I can write new stuff now. If my account gets suspended, well then, you guys know what happened. Getting flagged constantly does not help me with my writing ability. Hopefully I can post this story in its entirety if that happens under a new account name.
As for the context of Amy's past, I know for sure that Amy's mother is a doctor, and her father was a painter who left them when she was young. Other than that, I pretty much came up with it. Originally, I had no clue on how to write Amy and Zoisite's character, nevertheless, get them together through a connection. I mean, sure they're both the smart ones, but love because of intelligence can only go so far. I think a common emotional pain can bring two people together more so then a common intelligence level. So if they're out of character, I apologize; but their cold personalities represents what happens when evil strips so much away because of their innocence.
Okay, enough of the melancholy stuff; that's what a forum is for. XD I want to thank aminitna, superkawaiifoxy, and zodiacdragonHatori for reviewing. Guys like you keep me going, and going, and going…oh dang, I need a new battery. Until next time…Review!
