Title: Snake Eyes
Author: Hidden Angel
Email: hitoshichan@bishoujosenshi.com
AN: This was previously posted under an old author name. It -is- my story, just
under a different author name than before.
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Mitsukai paced nervously in her room as she waited for Jesse to come
pick her up. She'd finished getting ready more than a half an hour ago, and
still had at least fifteen minutes before Jesse said he'd be there. She looked
at herself in the mirror once more.
She'd opted to take her hair out of the braid just for the night, and
now it flew around her softly, tight ringlets framing her face and blending in
with the sheer fabric of her dress. The dark blue material shifted with each
movement and the diamond on the velvet choker glinted in the light. Her eyes
had taken on an icy blue tint, strange enough, that sent chills through Mitsukai
herself.
The dress accented her curves and left almost nothing to the
imagination. She had at first considered it a little much for the nights
events, but then changed her mind when she realized just *who* she'd be meeting
at the dinner.
Mitsukai gulped once more when she heard the buzzer ring and grabbed her
purse from her bed. She walked quickly towards the door and hesitated slightly
before opening it.
Jesse was stunned to silence when Mitsukai opened the door. 'Her name
certainly fits her in that dress . . .' he found himself thinking, letting his
gaze sweep over her still form.
She blushed under Jesses intense gaze, "Will this be all right for
tonight?" she asked, softly.
"What? Oh, yes, that's perfect! You'll knock them dead in that!" 'You
almost did that to me!' Jesse held out a hand and Mitsukai slid a gloved arm
through the crook of his and they walked out of the apartment, closing the door
securely behind them.
"Mamo-chan, be patient! I'm sure Jesse will be here, soon!"
"Kijo-chan, you do not understand. This is not the first time he's been
late to a meeting! This could decide the very future of our magazine, and he's
LATE!"
The raven-haired woman scowled slightly, "You've been under so much
stress with this whole 'new covergirl' deal . . . take some time off, and I'll
be sure to make it worth it to you," she whispered seductively into his hear.
Mamoru sighed and looked over to his fiancee, "All right, Ki-chan," he
said, "Once we find our new covergirl and decide how we're going to handle it,
I'll take a couple of weeks off."
Kijo smiled deceptively, 'Everything is going as planned. Now, just
have to wait for Usagi-chan to show up!'
"Sorry I'm late, Mister Chiba!" a voice from across the restaurant
called. "I had to pick someone up,"
"I thought we agreed this would be a *private* meeting, mister Hunter,"
Mamoru bit out.
"Well, yes, but I have a woman I want you to meet. I mentioned I'd met
her down in Florida, remember? You said you wanted to meet her, too . . ."
Jesse stuttered.
Mitsukai smiled at Jesse's sudden nervousness and turned her attention
to the black-haired man already sitting at the table. When he looked up at her,
she almost gasped. Steel blue eyes stared back at her from under thick locks,
but they were cold and empty.
"Well, aren't you going to introduce us?" Mamoru said, harshly.
"Oh! Yes, Mitsukai-chan, this is Chiba Mamoru, president of Vogue.
Mister Chiba, Naitono Mitsukai."
Mitsukai blinked as Mamoru held out his hand for her to shake.
'Mamo-chan?' she thought, and gaped as he noticed the woman sitting next to him
. . . holding his hand and a bright, showy diamond resting on her ring finger.
"A pleasure, Naitono-sama. This is my fiancee, Gimanno Kijo.*
Assistant Editor for reasons unknown, but she gets the job done," Mamoru said, a
joking smile on his lips.
'Fiancee?' Mitsukai thought in alarm, 'That woman is his *finacee?* And
how did he manage to become President of a . . . magazine so quickly? He was
studying to become a doctor!'
"Same here . . . Chiba-san," Mitsukai managed to choke out, slipping a
gloved hand into his to shake it carefully. She held his gaze in a steady one
of her own as he slowly increased the pressure and she did not flinch. "If
you're trying to prove something, Chiba-san," she said, coldly, "I would suggest
you stop now . . . I, in fact, have a message to you from Kaiou Michiru that
would be most intriguing to you."
Mamoru immediately dropped Mitsukai's hand and flushed, "I apologize,
Mitsukai-chan. Please, take a seat. Jesse, help her."
Jesse nodded and immediately went around to help Mitsukai take her seat,
and sat next to her, across from Kijo. He looked back and forth between the two
and noticed thick vibes radiating from Mitsukai every time she looked in Kijo's
direction. The flashes of red she saw snaking through her eyes didn't help
much, either.
"Are you all right, Mitsukai-chan?" he finally whispered, leaning over
slightly to diguise his words from Kijo's and Mamoru's ears.
Mitsukai nodded mutely, but his words had not registered with her.
'Gimanno Kijo? Something must have happened to Mamo-chan to have him . . .
marry someone with that meaning behind them. I don't like the vibes I'm getting
from her.'
Mamoru and Jesse had become engrossed in a deep conversation about her
possibilities, so Mitsukai merely sat there, looking mildly interested in what
was going on. She felt a cold chill pass through her and turned to see Kijo
staring at her. She smiled slightly in a small gesture of friendship, but Kijo
only sneered at her and turned her attention to Mamoru.
'Where is that girl? I wanted to get my plan put into action *tonight!*
Jesse was supposed to have met Usagi-sama in Japan, not this twit!' Kijo
thought, furious. Her eyes flashed in anger and she clenched a small orb in her
hand. 'Oh, well,' she thought, smiling cynically, 'I can still gather energy,
just not as much without her magical energy to add to my collection.'
"Excuse me," she said as she stood up, openly fingering the small orb in
her hand. Mamoru looked up at her and smiled, "You never leave that anywhere,
do you, Ki-chan?" he asked, his voice low, seductive.
Kijo merely smiled and kissed him softly before heading towards the
bathrooms located at the back of the restaraunt. Once she had shut and bolted
the door behind her and made sure there was nobody else in there, she held up
the small, clear bluish ball to the light. A black form shifted within it and
with a few softly spoken words from Kijo's mouth, the black form exploded and in
seconds, was standing before Kijo.
"Ah, trusty youma. Do me a favor and teleport some place . . . obvious,
and start attacking the patrons here to get their energy. Just please, don't
get as out of control as that last one, or else I'll have to take measures to
ensure it won't happen again!" Kijo said, and laughed evilly as her form
shifted. Her warm eyes slid away to reveal cold, red glass.
She quickly teleported after the youma after making herself invisible to
watch her work.
Mitsukai and Mamoru were engaged in a rather deep conversation when a
scream pierced the quietness of the restaraunt. The initial scream was quickly
followed by others, and a mass of chaos, and scared people.
Mitsukai quickly stood but Jesse yanked her back down towards the
ground. "Stay low!" he hissed, and slowly began creeping his way towards the
door.
'I have to stay here, Jesse!' Mitsukai mentally screamed and quickly
stood once more, turned, and ran the other direction.
"Mitsukai-chan!" Jesse shouted, and was torn between escaping with his
boss, or following Mitsukai to make sure she was all right. Mamoru made the
decision for him, "Forget her! She can take care of herself, I've seen people
like her before."
Jesse looked at Mamoru doubtfully, but wasted no time in following him
towards the exit as quickly as he could. He said a quick prayer for Mitsukai
before slipping out of the chaos and into the night.
Mitsukai slipped into a private dining room and closed the door firmly
behind her. 'Where did that youma come from?' she thought, panicked. She
closed her eyes and focused on her core, then reached for the power when she
felt it fill her. "Ethereal Moon, MAKE UP!" she shouted, and was immediately
surrounded in power and energy, coursing through her like an electric current.
When she finally stopped, she burst out into the main room of the
restaraunt and looked around to find out where the youma went. She heard
screams clear at the other end of the restaraunt and ran down to inspect the
damage being done.
When she arrived, she nearly keeled over. This youma's method of
operation was much more cruel than any she had ever seen. Blood slicked the
floors and spattered the walls, and the youma was still on its bloody rampage.
Ethereal Moon quickly regained her composure and set about distracting
the youma. "Who wishes to stand in my way will ultimately meet the untimely
death by my hand. My purpose is not to save the lives of those who destroy, but
to deliver justice, and raise the phoenix once more. It is this phoenix that
will be your ultimate destruction. The Ethereal Angel of the Moon has been
reborn, and so must you face the consequences of my wrath!"
All became silent in the restaraunt at her quietly spoken, but
thundering words. The youma dropped it's latest victim, blood still spurting
from a fresh chest wound, to turn towards Ethereal Moon. It's eyes regarded her
carefully, and narrowed into tiny slits when it recognized who she was.
"Ah, so we have a smart youma here? Let's see how smart you are when
you face my powers!" Ethereal Moon shouted, and reached her staff towards the
ceiling.
The youma only sneered at her, heedless of her threats, and turned back
to his victims.
"Spirits of the universe, send me your power to banish this brutal
murderer! May I destroy it on the behalf of the moon!"
"Hold it, angel-girl," a harsh voice said.
Ethereal Moon looked up at the person the voice belonged to, and
immediately dropped her staff. "Yamiko Seizui,*" she bit out, glaring at her
long-hated nemisis.
Seizui immediately recognized her eternal enemy and grinned widely,
though inside she was greatly shaken. 'She wasn't supposed to be here!' she
thought, furiously. 'It was supposed to be the moonbrat, Sailormoon!' "Oh,
what a nice suprise," she said, grinning even wider to show her fangs, "The Moon
Angel. Where's your little patron, Sailormoon?"
Ethereal Moon sneered, "Right here," she said, her voice dripping with
contempt.
Seizui's eyes widened in suprise, 'No, this can't be . . . Serenity's
daughter . . . Princess Serenity is the Moon Angel?' Seizui thought, terrified.
'I must get out of here. Who knows how many of her memories have returned . .
.'
*Enough have returned for me to know everything you're thinking,
Seizui!*
Seizui swallowed hard and glared at Ethereal Moon, 'Then I suppose you
know why you're here?'
*You're even more stupid than I remember.*
'Must not remember much, then.' Seizui thought back, and smirked.
'Either that, or you're too stupid to remember.'
*You just watch your step.*
With that, Ethereal Moon sent the blast of energy she'd been holding to
Seizui's right hand, which was still clutching the orb the youma had been
contained in. With the destruction of it's energy source, the youma dropped to
the ground, dead. "If I ever see you again, Seizui, that youma will be you."
With a flick if her wrist, and a flash of her eyes, Ethereal Moon
disappeared into a cloud of mist.
*Gimanno Kijo=Demoness of Deceit
*Yamiko Seizui=Essence of Darkness
Author: Hidden Angel
Email: hitoshichan@bishoujosenshi.com
AN: This was previously posted under an old author name. It -is- my story, just
under a different author name than before.
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Mitsukai paced nervously in her room as she waited for Jesse to come
pick her up. She'd finished getting ready more than a half an hour ago, and
still had at least fifteen minutes before Jesse said he'd be there. She looked
at herself in the mirror once more.
She'd opted to take her hair out of the braid just for the night, and
now it flew around her softly, tight ringlets framing her face and blending in
with the sheer fabric of her dress. The dark blue material shifted with each
movement and the diamond on the velvet choker glinted in the light. Her eyes
had taken on an icy blue tint, strange enough, that sent chills through Mitsukai
herself.
The dress accented her curves and left almost nothing to the
imagination. She had at first considered it a little much for the nights
events, but then changed her mind when she realized just *who* she'd be meeting
at the dinner.
Mitsukai gulped once more when she heard the buzzer ring and grabbed her
purse from her bed. She walked quickly towards the door and hesitated slightly
before opening it.
Jesse was stunned to silence when Mitsukai opened the door. 'Her name
certainly fits her in that dress . . .' he found himself thinking, letting his
gaze sweep over her still form.
She blushed under Jesses intense gaze, "Will this be all right for
tonight?" she asked, softly.
"What? Oh, yes, that's perfect! You'll knock them dead in that!" 'You
almost did that to me!' Jesse held out a hand and Mitsukai slid a gloved arm
through the crook of his and they walked out of the apartment, closing the door
securely behind them.
"Mamo-chan, be patient! I'm sure Jesse will be here, soon!"
"Kijo-chan, you do not understand. This is not the first time he's been
late to a meeting! This could decide the very future of our magazine, and he's
LATE!"
The raven-haired woman scowled slightly, "You've been under so much
stress with this whole 'new covergirl' deal . . . take some time off, and I'll
be sure to make it worth it to you," she whispered seductively into his hear.
Mamoru sighed and looked over to his fiancee, "All right, Ki-chan," he
said, "Once we find our new covergirl and decide how we're going to handle it,
I'll take a couple of weeks off."
Kijo smiled deceptively, 'Everything is going as planned. Now, just
have to wait for Usagi-chan to show up!'
"Sorry I'm late, Mister Chiba!" a voice from across the restaurant
called. "I had to pick someone up,"
"I thought we agreed this would be a *private* meeting, mister Hunter,"
Mamoru bit out.
"Well, yes, but I have a woman I want you to meet. I mentioned I'd met
her down in Florida, remember? You said you wanted to meet her, too . . ."
Jesse stuttered.
Mitsukai smiled at Jesse's sudden nervousness and turned her attention
to the black-haired man already sitting at the table. When he looked up at her,
she almost gasped. Steel blue eyes stared back at her from under thick locks,
but they were cold and empty.
"Well, aren't you going to introduce us?" Mamoru said, harshly.
"Oh! Yes, Mitsukai-chan, this is Chiba Mamoru, president of Vogue.
Mister Chiba, Naitono Mitsukai."
Mitsukai blinked as Mamoru held out his hand for her to shake.
'Mamo-chan?' she thought, and gaped as he noticed the woman sitting next to him
. . . holding his hand and a bright, showy diamond resting on her ring finger.
"A pleasure, Naitono-sama. This is my fiancee, Gimanno Kijo.*
Assistant Editor for reasons unknown, but she gets the job done," Mamoru said, a
joking smile on his lips.
'Fiancee?' Mitsukai thought in alarm, 'That woman is his *finacee?* And
how did he manage to become President of a . . . magazine so quickly? He was
studying to become a doctor!'
"Same here . . . Chiba-san," Mitsukai managed to choke out, slipping a
gloved hand into his to shake it carefully. She held his gaze in a steady one
of her own as he slowly increased the pressure and she did not flinch. "If
you're trying to prove something, Chiba-san," she said, coldly, "I would suggest
you stop now . . . I, in fact, have a message to you from Kaiou Michiru that
would be most intriguing to you."
Mamoru immediately dropped Mitsukai's hand and flushed, "I apologize,
Mitsukai-chan. Please, take a seat. Jesse, help her."
Jesse nodded and immediately went around to help Mitsukai take her seat,
and sat next to her, across from Kijo. He looked back and forth between the two
and noticed thick vibes radiating from Mitsukai every time she looked in Kijo's
direction. The flashes of red she saw snaking through her eyes didn't help
much, either.
"Are you all right, Mitsukai-chan?" he finally whispered, leaning over
slightly to diguise his words from Kijo's and Mamoru's ears.
Mitsukai nodded mutely, but his words had not registered with her.
'Gimanno Kijo? Something must have happened to Mamo-chan to have him . . .
marry someone with that meaning behind them. I don't like the vibes I'm getting
from her.'
Mamoru and Jesse had become engrossed in a deep conversation about her
possibilities, so Mitsukai merely sat there, looking mildly interested in what
was going on. She felt a cold chill pass through her and turned to see Kijo
staring at her. She smiled slightly in a small gesture of friendship, but Kijo
only sneered at her and turned her attention to Mamoru.
'Where is that girl? I wanted to get my plan put into action *tonight!*
Jesse was supposed to have met Usagi-sama in Japan, not this twit!' Kijo
thought, furious. Her eyes flashed in anger and she clenched a small orb in her
hand. 'Oh, well,' she thought, smiling cynically, 'I can still gather energy,
just not as much without her magical energy to add to my collection.'
"Excuse me," she said as she stood up, openly fingering the small orb in
her hand. Mamoru looked up at her and smiled, "You never leave that anywhere,
do you, Ki-chan?" he asked, his voice low, seductive.
Kijo merely smiled and kissed him softly before heading towards the
bathrooms located at the back of the restaraunt. Once she had shut and bolted
the door behind her and made sure there was nobody else in there, she held up
the small, clear bluish ball to the light. A black form shifted within it and
with a few softly spoken words from Kijo's mouth, the black form exploded and in
seconds, was standing before Kijo.
"Ah, trusty youma. Do me a favor and teleport some place . . . obvious,
and start attacking the patrons here to get their energy. Just please, don't
get as out of control as that last one, or else I'll have to take measures to
ensure it won't happen again!" Kijo said, and laughed evilly as her form
shifted. Her warm eyes slid away to reveal cold, red glass.
She quickly teleported after the youma after making herself invisible to
watch her work.
Mitsukai and Mamoru were engaged in a rather deep conversation when a
scream pierced the quietness of the restaraunt. The initial scream was quickly
followed by others, and a mass of chaos, and scared people.
Mitsukai quickly stood but Jesse yanked her back down towards the
ground. "Stay low!" he hissed, and slowly began creeping his way towards the
door.
'I have to stay here, Jesse!' Mitsukai mentally screamed and quickly
stood once more, turned, and ran the other direction.
"Mitsukai-chan!" Jesse shouted, and was torn between escaping with his
boss, or following Mitsukai to make sure she was all right. Mamoru made the
decision for him, "Forget her! She can take care of herself, I've seen people
like her before."
Jesse looked at Mamoru doubtfully, but wasted no time in following him
towards the exit as quickly as he could. He said a quick prayer for Mitsukai
before slipping out of the chaos and into the night.
Mitsukai slipped into a private dining room and closed the door firmly
behind her. 'Where did that youma come from?' she thought, panicked. She
closed her eyes and focused on her core, then reached for the power when she
felt it fill her. "Ethereal Moon, MAKE UP!" she shouted, and was immediately
surrounded in power and energy, coursing through her like an electric current.
When she finally stopped, she burst out into the main room of the
restaraunt and looked around to find out where the youma went. She heard
screams clear at the other end of the restaraunt and ran down to inspect the
damage being done.
When she arrived, she nearly keeled over. This youma's method of
operation was much more cruel than any she had ever seen. Blood slicked the
floors and spattered the walls, and the youma was still on its bloody rampage.
Ethereal Moon quickly regained her composure and set about distracting
the youma. "Who wishes to stand in my way will ultimately meet the untimely
death by my hand. My purpose is not to save the lives of those who destroy, but
to deliver justice, and raise the phoenix once more. It is this phoenix that
will be your ultimate destruction. The Ethereal Angel of the Moon has been
reborn, and so must you face the consequences of my wrath!"
All became silent in the restaraunt at her quietly spoken, but
thundering words. The youma dropped it's latest victim, blood still spurting
from a fresh chest wound, to turn towards Ethereal Moon. It's eyes regarded her
carefully, and narrowed into tiny slits when it recognized who she was.
"Ah, so we have a smart youma here? Let's see how smart you are when
you face my powers!" Ethereal Moon shouted, and reached her staff towards the
ceiling.
The youma only sneered at her, heedless of her threats, and turned back
to his victims.
"Spirits of the universe, send me your power to banish this brutal
murderer! May I destroy it on the behalf of the moon!"
"Hold it, angel-girl," a harsh voice said.
Ethereal Moon looked up at the person the voice belonged to, and
immediately dropped her staff. "Yamiko Seizui,*" she bit out, glaring at her
long-hated nemisis.
Seizui immediately recognized her eternal enemy and grinned widely,
though inside she was greatly shaken. 'She wasn't supposed to be here!' she
thought, furiously. 'It was supposed to be the moonbrat, Sailormoon!' "Oh,
what a nice suprise," she said, grinning even wider to show her fangs, "The Moon
Angel. Where's your little patron, Sailormoon?"
Ethereal Moon sneered, "Right here," she said, her voice dripping with
contempt.
Seizui's eyes widened in suprise, 'No, this can't be . . . Serenity's
daughter . . . Princess Serenity is the Moon Angel?' Seizui thought, terrified.
'I must get out of here. Who knows how many of her memories have returned . .
.'
*Enough have returned for me to know everything you're thinking,
Seizui!*
Seizui swallowed hard and glared at Ethereal Moon, 'Then I suppose you
know why you're here?'
*You're even more stupid than I remember.*
'Must not remember much, then.' Seizui thought back, and smirked.
'Either that, or you're too stupid to remember.'
*You just watch your step.*
With that, Ethereal Moon sent the blast of energy she'd been holding to
Seizui's right hand, which was still clutching the orb the youma had been
contained in. With the destruction of it's energy source, the youma dropped to
the ground, dead. "If I ever see you again, Seizui, that youma will be you."
With a flick if her wrist, and a flash of her eyes, Ethereal Moon
disappeared into a cloud of mist.
*Gimanno Kijo=Demoness of Deceit
*Yamiko Seizui=Essence of Darkness