Damned If You Do, Damned If You Don't…
*****
Of Taxis and Jeans (and Absurdly Short Chapters)
This, Minako thought with a sour grimace, was the part she hated the most about her infrequent visits to Earth. Her wings, her beautiful, proud wings, had to be shed, turning into motes of golden moonlight before whispering away into nothingness. And it _hurt_ so bad every time! The elevator was gone, she knew, and there wasn't anything she could do now but go ahead with the mission. But, _damn_ it, she wanted her wings back! Rotating her arms slowly, painfully, in the shoulder sockets, she reached back with one hand, rubbing her sore shoulder blades as she flexed them, having finished the motions of rotating her arms. "This Chichi person," she sighed, "better be worth this!"
Sudden, freezing rains poured down from the dark clouds above her.
She narrowed her eyes, lips straight, in an emotionless fashion.
"I'm going to kill her if she doesn't live nearby," Minako said very clearly, very calmly.
"Isn't that nice," a slick baritone interjected behind her and she almost slipped in the rapidly forming mud, gawking at Juunanagou as his black wings dissipated into shadows that merged with his own. "Stop staring."
"What are you doing here?!" she screeched, waving her aching arms about in painful windmill motions, face contorted by anger and instinctive hatred for the dark angel.
He rolled his crystal blue eyes, shaking his head so that his ebony, shoulder-length hair spun about in a semicircle, gold hoops earrings jingling and droplets of water slipping off his locks. "Duh," Juunanagou answered sarcastically. "I'm here to turn Chichi into a witch." He ignored Minako's seething expression and turned his head around swiftly, surveying the area. "We're in New York City. That means she could be anywhere and while I know that you wish to kill me and I you, after which the survivor would go after our little magicking chef, it is raining very icy water and we're human at the moment. If _you_ desire to have pneumonia, fine. I don't and I brought American currency."
Minako stared at him suspiciously. "What are you going on about?" she asked, finally, out of sheer curiosity.
"I'm offering to save your ass for the night. There's a rather pleasant apartment for rent outside Central Park, which we just happen to be standing in the middle of."
"WHAT? I don't need your help!"
"Fine," he shrugged. "Less aggravation for me if you die."
A moment passed as Juunanagou turned to walk away, the heels of his disguise-boots clicking rhythmically against the cement pathway.
"Wait!"
*
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Minako grumped, arms crossed over her breasts, as she sat next to Juunanagou in the fluorescent yellow taxi. "This is insane. Why am I working with my nemesis?"
"Because," he smiled in a very feline way, "your nemesis has three credit cards and multiple hundreds of dollars in cash."
"Bastard," she stuck her tongue out, uncomfortable with her disguise clothing. It was an odd matter than whenever a being of Heaven, Hell, or Limbo came to Earth, their clothing was altered to fit the current styles of Earth. It was thus that Minako found herself wearing a ridiculously small shirt that resembled a brassiere more than a shirt, and the jeans she was wearing were indecently tight. (Perhaps what disturbed her more was the fact that Juunanagou's equally tight jeans were drawing her attention. He was also sporting a black t-shirt and short brown boots.) "I can't stand these clothes…"
Juunanagou grinned. "I think they rather accentuate your feminine curves."
"If you're staring at my breasts, I'm going to insure you never have an excuse to call yourself a man again," she snapped, folding her arms over her chest protectively, glaring ferociously at the interested cab driver, who was at a red light, and he snapped his head back around, pretending not to notice anything.
"My dear," the eerily handsome devil smiled, leaning to rest on the corner of the back seat, "I wouldn't notice if you had breasts, they're so small."
The cab driver's eyes widened inhumanly and Minako squeaked in a tiny sound of indignation.
"I'm going to kill you!"
She lunged at him, trying to choke him, and he caught her wrists, smiling disarmingly at her.
"It would appear we are at a stand-off," he told her, all too happy to get an eagle's-eye-view down her bra-shirt.
Minako merely growled angrily.
Sadly, that was shorter than the prelude. *shrugs* I'm on a Roughnecks: Starship Troopers Chronicles rush at the moment (I've read the book, but I thoroughly enjoy this show…I love Carl Jenkins! Behold the psychic power that is Jenkins!! Oh, and I support Gossard/Dizzy…heh!) and…I…I am sorryyyyyyyyy!!!! *throws self to ground* FORGIVE MEEEEEEEE!!!
Chibi Mars, unless you give me the address of the website with the #17/Venus fanfics, I will be forced to beat you with my 'I Am A Piccolo Fan' flags. Don't make me get violent.
Until the mongoose cries 'WRITE, DAMN IT!!' once more, I am gone!
Purple Mongoose/PallaPlease.
[PS~ The mongoose is very vulgar. Please forgive it.]
[PSS~ I wanna review! I wanna review!]
DISCLAIMER:
The Sailor Senshi are © to Takeuchi Naoko-san, Kodansha, DiC, Cloverway, Toei Animation, Mixx Entertainment, etc.
The Dragonball characters are © to Toriyama Akira-san, Shogakun (?), FUNimation, Toei Animation, Viz Entertainment, etc.
"Damned If You Do, Damned If You Don't" in its entirety, all situations and plot devices thus far, is © to myself, referred to on-line as PallaPlease or Purple Mongoose/PallaPlease.
*****
Of Taxis and Jeans (and Absurdly Short Chapters)
This, Minako thought with a sour grimace, was the part she hated the most about her infrequent visits to Earth. Her wings, her beautiful, proud wings, had to be shed, turning into motes of golden moonlight before whispering away into nothingness. And it _hurt_ so bad every time! The elevator was gone, she knew, and there wasn't anything she could do now but go ahead with the mission. But, _damn_ it, she wanted her wings back! Rotating her arms slowly, painfully, in the shoulder sockets, she reached back with one hand, rubbing her sore shoulder blades as she flexed them, having finished the motions of rotating her arms. "This Chichi person," she sighed, "better be worth this!"
Sudden, freezing rains poured down from the dark clouds above her.
She narrowed her eyes, lips straight, in an emotionless fashion.
"I'm going to kill her if she doesn't live nearby," Minako said very clearly, very calmly.
"Isn't that nice," a slick baritone interjected behind her and she almost slipped in the rapidly forming mud, gawking at Juunanagou as his black wings dissipated into shadows that merged with his own. "Stop staring."
"What are you doing here?!" she screeched, waving her aching arms about in painful windmill motions, face contorted by anger and instinctive hatred for the dark angel.
He rolled his crystal blue eyes, shaking his head so that his ebony, shoulder-length hair spun about in a semicircle, gold hoops earrings jingling and droplets of water slipping off his locks. "Duh," Juunanagou answered sarcastically. "I'm here to turn Chichi into a witch." He ignored Minako's seething expression and turned his head around swiftly, surveying the area. "We're in New York City. That means she could be anywhere and while I know that you wish to kill me and I you, after which the survivor would go after our little magicking chef, it is raining very icy water and we're human at the moment. If _you_ desire to have pneumonia, fine. I don't and I brought American currency."
Minako stared at him suspiciously. "What are you going on about?" she asked, finally, out of sheer curiosity.
"I'm offering to save your ass for the night. There's a rather pleasant apartment for rent outside Central Park, which we just happen to be standing in the middle of."
"WHAT? I don't need your help!"
"Fine," he shrugged. "Less aggravation for me if you die."
A moment passed as Juunanagou turned to walk away, the heels of his disguise-boots clicking rhythmically against the cement pathway.
"Wait!"
*
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Minako grumped, arms crossed over her breasts, as she sat next to Juunanagou in the fluorescent yellow taxi. "This is insane. Why am I working with my nemesis?"
"Because," he smiled in a very feline way, "your nemesis has three credit cards and multiple hundreds of dollars in cash."
"Bastard," she stuck her tongue out, uncomfortable with her disguise clothing. It was an odd matter than whenever a being of Heaven, Hell, or Limbo came to Earth, their clothing was altered to fit the current styles of Earth. It was thus that Minako found herself wearing a ridiculously small shirt that resembled a brassiere more than a shirt, and the jeans she was wearing were indecently tight. (Perhaps what disturbed her more was the fact that Juunanagou's equally tight jeans were drawing her attention. He was also sporting a black t-shirt and short brown boots.) "I can't stand these clothes…"
Juunanagou grinned. "I think they rather accentuate your feminine curves."
"If you're staring at my breasts, I'm going to insure you never have an excuse to call yourself a man again," she snapped, folding her arms over her chest protectively, glaring ferociously at the interested cab driver, who was at a red light, and he snapped his head back around, pretending not to notice anything.
"My dear," the eerily handsome devil smiled, leaning to rest on the corner of the back seat, "I wouldn't notice if you had breasts, they're so small."
The cab driver's eyes widened inhumanly and Minako squeaked in a tiny sound of indignation.
"I'm going to kill you!"
She lunged at him, trying to choke him, and he caught her wrists, smiling disarmingly at her.
"It would appear we are at a stand-off," he told her, all too happy to get an eagle's-eye-view down her bra-shirt.
Minako merely growled angrily.
Sadly, that was shorter than the prelude. *shrugs* I'm on a Roughnecks: Starship Troopers Chronicles rush at the moment (I've read the book, but I thoroughly enjoy this show…I love Carl Jenkins! Behold the psychic power that is Jenkins!! Oh, and I support Gossard/Dizzy…heh!) and…I…I am sorryyyyyyyyy!!!! *throws self to ground* FORGIVE MEEEEEEEE!!!
Chibi Mars, unless you give me the address of the website with the #17/Venus fanfics, I will be forced to beat you with my 'I Am A Piccolo Fan' flags. Don't make me get violent.
Until the mongoose cries 'WRITE, DAMN IT!!' once more, I am gone!
Purple Mongoose/PallaPlease.
[PS~ The mongoose is very vulgar. Please forgive it.]
[PSS~ I wanna review! I wanna review!]
DISCLAIMER:
The Sailor Senshi are © to Takeuchi Naoko-san, Kodansha, DiC, Cloverway, Toei Animation, Mixx Entertainment, etc.
The Dragonball characters are © to Toriyama Akira-san, Shogakun (?), FUNimation, Toei Animation, Viz Entertainment, etc.
"Damned If You Do, Damned If You Don't" in its entirety, all situations and plot devices thus far, is © to myself, referred to on-line as PallaPlease or Purple Mongoose/PallaPlease.
