Serena finished pegging the last of the flyers onto the last telephone pole.
"Daaaaaarien," she whined to her boyfriend. "I'm finished. Can we eat /now/?"
Darien winced a little, and chuckled good humouredly.
"Sure Serena. Thanks for helping me with these flyers."
Serena beamed.
"Anything for the best boyfriend in the whole universe!"
Darien sweatdropped, and looked a little nervous.
"Eh heh. Well, I just hope he's found. I miss him terribly. I wonder where he could've possibly run off to."
Serena shrugged, and smiled a little.
"Uh..." she guessed dumbly. "The doggie playground?"
Darien shook his head, sighing a little, missing the absolute stupidness of his girlfriend's reply.
"I don't think so. He was a cute little dog, too. He'd only been with me a few weeks, before he disappeared from the apartment. I wonder where he'd go...I fed him, I pet him, I played with him, he was a good mutt..."
Serena turned serious for a moment.
"Wow, you really cared for that dog, huh Darien?"
Darien nodded sullenly.
"Yeah. It's like loosing a really good friend. I dreamed of us becoming real close pals."
The next morning (or what appeared to be morning, you could never tell at the Dead Moon Circus) the foursome gathered once more at the bar. Dogseye had nodded off in Fisheye's room, and woke up to find the blue haired one asleep on top of him. After gloating silently, he decided upon beer for breakfast, and nudged the aqueous one awake. But now all four were at the bar, nursing drinks to wake them up and get them going for the day.
"I feel totally gross." Mumbled Tigereye. "My stomach is aching, my head is hurting, and I'm way too tired to be awake right now."
"That means you need more to drink." Nodded Hawkeye knowingly.
Dogseye yawned heavily, and rested his chin on the bar-top. He was about to doze off again when a painful nudge to his ribs jolted him back up.
"Hey! What was /that/ for?" he growled softly.
Hawkeye leered.
"Remember why you're awake? You have to prove your worth."
Dogseye made a face, and fingered through the cards, grumbling about stupid women-dreams, and how they'd never get a male Pegasus from a woman anyway.
"I beg to differ." Sniffed Tigereye.
The canine one ignored this statement, and flipped out a card of a young lanky kid, giving a thumbs up to the camera. He had short blond hair and a lopsided smile, dressed in a white tee and a pair of cargo jeans.
"He's plain..." mumbled Dogseye. "But what the hell. It's worth a shot."
Fisheye butted in a little.
"Which lemur are you taking?" he questioned curiously. "If the pumpkins show up...which they always seem to do...you're gonna need one."
Dogseye blinked.
"Lemur? Pumpkins?"
Hawkeye sighed. This was going to take a while.
After being explained the full mission, and who his enemies were, Dogseye had to pick out a lemur. Now, these supposedly were supposed to pop out of his shadow as his command.
"That's pretty cool." He had commented.
"What?" Hawkeye had responded.
He had a whole room of them to choose from, and he'd decided on a particularly entertaining little beastie of a human. He wore a top hat with rabbit ears, and as a trick (and a weapon) he threw razor-edged playing cards with dangerous precision. He disappeared into Dogseye's shadow, much to Dogseye's curiosity, and after much questioning and inspecting of how it was done, the trio finally managed to shove the canine type out the door.
Dogseye had done his homework, and found the interestingly plain young man soon enough. Crossdressed as a young feminine teen with black hair tied in a ponytail, he/she looked very mysterious and exotic.
"Just what that kid needs. A little excitement." Dogseye muttered.
The boy was reading a book, apparently, and seemed content doing it. He was sitting on a bench, alone, and Dogseye sidled right up.
"Mind if I sit?" he/she asked, with a voice that seemed to purr like a kitten's.
The boy looked up, blinking once or twice, and flushed visibly.
"No, not at all. Go right ahead." He responded meekly, and wriggled over a little to make room.
Dogseye sat, with all the grace and pomp of a charming young lady, and smiled cheerily at the other.
"What book are you reading?" he/she questioned, indicating the book the boy held.
The boy was a little late on response again, as if he couldn't believe a girl was actually speaking with him.
'How pathetic...' thought Dogseye, '...if only he knew.' And cackled inwardly, with glee.
"T-this book?" stuttered the boy a little. "Oh...not anything interesting. World History..."
Dogseye raised an eyebrow. Smart kid. Bet he didn't know how to drink out of a toilet, though. Time to change subject.
"Well, my name's..." Dogseye paused. What the hell was his name? Fido? No...Squeaky toy? NO...what was that name he'd heard on TV? Oh yeah! Pretty Sammy. So now, his name was... "...Sammy."
"Sammy, huh?" smiled the boy, a little nervously. "I'm Jim. Nice to meet you..."
Dogseye nodded, as sweet-as-you-please, and leaned a touch closer to Jim.
"Oh, the pleasure's all mine..." he/she purred. "...what do you like to do, Jim?"
"Do?" squeaked Jim, flushing again.
"You know. Hobbies...sports...all the silly little things humans---er, I mean, all the nice things you enjoy doing." Said Dogseye, catching his slip a little late, but he caught it all the same.
Jim became slightly suspicious, but kept chatting.
"Oh, I like calculus, and computer programming...and I rather like studying other countries." He nodded, smiling. "Hence the world history book."
Dogseye nodded blankly. What in the hell were Calculus and computer programming? Oh well, it didn't matter.
"What do you like doing?" asked Jim in turn.
Dogseye was taken aback. Sex was the first thing on his brain, but he'd learned that wasn't socially polite. He liked...uhh...
"Fetch. Uh...I mean...catch! Yeah, I like playing catch..." Dogseye meebled, catching himself /again/.
Jim was a little more than suspicious now, and he began to edge away rather quickly.
"Uh, I need to go now...work to do and such..." he began to explain rapidly, as he moved away.
Dogseye became cross...so he made a few social blunders! Now the guy was totally weirded out! Stupid nerd...he hissed a little, and smiled wickedly.
"Oh, but you aren't going anywhere, my dear."
And with that, he went into the routine the trio had shown him earlier. With a wave of his hand, the curtain appeared, and revealed him in his true form.
'Now to detain the little bugger...' he thought silently.
"ONE...!"
The knifeboard appeared behind Jim's back instantly.
"TWO...!"
Down went the clamps, holding his wrists and legs in place.
Dogseye ambled closer, a grin of utter glee on his face.
"Oh goodie. Now you're all mine..." he murmured.
Jim struggled.
"What...? Why...? Who are you? What are you doing?!" he squealed.
Dogseye waggled his finger a little.
"Tut tut, now. You didn't want to chat before...work to do! Well, now /I/ have work to do. Now this may feel a little unpleasant. Oh hell, it's going to HURT A WHOLE LOT!" he grinned manically. "THREE...!"
The dream mirror ripped forth from the void in the boy's chest, sparkling like a small jewel. The boy, semi-passed out, screamed in vain as Dogseye shoved his head through the glass, peering around for Pegasus in his dreams. Dogseye finally removed his head, making a little face.
"Damn, no winged horse. Oh well! I'll just have to break this thing into a million little pieces, so there /won't/ be any horse there in the future." He smiled at the unconscious boy. "Hope you don't mind, Jim..."
Suddenly, from behind Dogseye, there came a loud, horribly obnoxious voice. And it was addressing him.
"Hey you! Stop right there! We're here to defend people's dreams!"
Dogseye turned, to see five oddly dressed girls, of whom he could only guess could be the pumpkins the others spoke about.
"You're a little short of time." Muttered Dogseye. "Are you sure you can defeat my lemur in time to save your little brainy victim?"
And with that he turned on his shadow, like instructed. The lemur, the delightfully entertaining bunny-eared one, appeared once more.
"Sakuryaku! Get rid of them!" he ordered.
"Oh ho! It would be my plea-zure!" responded the lemur, as he danced off to attack the Sailor Scouts.
But in a short while, his tricks were not strong enough against the power of Sailor Moon, and Sailor Mini-Moon, unfortunately, and it was quickly realized by Dogseye that after the lemur was destroyed, there was going to be a problem.
"Well, I might as well get rid of this mirror." He muttered, and was about to take hold of the edges when a rose deftly sliced it's thorns into his skin. He hissed softly, and turned on his attacker, nose twitching in anger.
"I cannot let you foul dreams in such a manner!" the voice rang out, and Dogseye immediately recognized it. It was a voice he'd known to love for it's caring sincerity, and the hand that patted his head, and fed him. When he was...not...like this. When he was...
"I...don't...I can't remember...it's..." Dogseye muttered, fear locking into his features as he tried and failed to remember what he was beforehand, and he let loose a deep howl of anguish as the voice brought back memories he couldn't place together.
The lemur was now destroyed, and it was apparent it was time for him to go. He bared his teeth and looked blindly about him, glaring at everything as he let loose a deft sweep of his arm at his attackers.
"I'll be back! And when I return, I'll destroy /all/ of you!" he cried out before leaping into the opened swirling portal.
When Dogseye was returned to the Circus's dimension, he managed to stumble over to the bar in time to pass out.
"I win the bet." Smirked Hawkeye at Tigereye. "You have to kiss Fisheye."
Fisheye was hiding his head in his hands. He hated them, and their stupid bet. Now Tigereye, predictably, would sneer, EWW! And refuse to do it, until he /had/ to. Not that he wanted to be kissed by Tigereye anyway. Hrmph.
"Fine." Replied Tigereye, folding his arms.
Fisheye looked up and stared at Tigereye. Hawkeye whirled to face him.
"W-what...?!" they both stuttered.
Tigereye shrugged.
"I lost the bet...so I have to kiss Fisheye. That's all."
Fisheye looked slightly distressed.
"But I don't want---mmmph!" he squealed, as Tigereye kissed him for a good four seconds.
Fisheye looked horrified.
Hawkeye resumed sipping his drink, casually. "I guess Dogseye underestimated the pumpkins." He murmured.
Tigereye sighed, and fanned his face with a hand.
"I'd say. He's totally knocked out."
Fisheye continued to look horrified.
"You know, if you stay looking like that long enough, your face will freeze in that expression." Said Tigereye, peering over at Fisheye.
Fisheye's expression turned to one of extreme distaste.
"I am /so/ not that bad of a kisser!" hollered Tigereye in defense.
Fisheye muttered, "It's not /that/." He folded his arms.
Hawkeye smirked.
"What is it then, Fishy? Find out you don't have a knack for guys?"
Fisheye glowered at Hawkeye.
"What, would you rather I kiss /you/?"
Hawkeye's eye twitched.
"N-no..." he squeaked, and inched down a seat.
It was at that time that Dogseye took the opportunity to wake up. He blinked once or twice, and looked around him.
"Where am I?" he murmured in his daze. "Oh...right..." he murmured, remembering. He slammed his fist down on the counter suddenly, violently. "Stupid pumpkins! I'll destroy them all!" he threatened.
"Calm down there, Bonzo." Said Hawkeye, uncaringly. "We'd all like to get rid of them. But it's a little easier said than done."
Fisheye cheered.
"Yay! You're alive!" he bounced. "They forced me to kiss Tigereye." He pointed at the duo next to Dogseye, accusingly.
"Lucky you..." murmured Dogseye, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Anyway...do any of you know who that guy in the tux with the rose is? He attacked me...and he's...oddly familiar."
Hawkeye waved his hand dismissively.
"Oh, him. He's the pumpkin's little savior. They call him Tuxedo Mask, I believe."
Dogseye looked a little bewildered.
"Tuxedo Mask?" he blinked. "Who the hell names their child Tuxedo Mask?!"
Hawkeye, Fisheye, and Tigereye just stared at Dogseye. And promptly resumed sipping their drinks.
"What?" said Dogseye. "I just think it's a moronic name."
Fisheye coughed, and looked at the ceiling.
"Daaaaaarien," she whined to her boyfriend. "I'm finished. Can we eat /now/?"
Darien winced a little, and chuckled good humouredly.
"Sure Serena. Thanks for helping me with these flyers."
Serena beamed.
"Anything for the best boyfriend in the whole universe!"
Darien sweatdropped, and looked a little nervous.
"Eh heh. Well, I just hope he's found. I miss him terribly. I wonder where he could've possibly run off to."
Serena shrugged, and smiled a little.
"Uh..." she guessed dumbly. "The doggie playground?"
Darien shook his head, sighing a little, missing the absolute stupidness of his girlfriend's reply.
"I don't think so. He was a cute little dog, too. He'd only been with me a few weeks, before he disappeared from the apartment. I wonder where he'd go...I fed him, I pet him, I played with him, he was a good mutt..."
Serena turned serious for a moment.
"Wow, you really cared for that dog, huh Darien?"
Darien nodded sullenly.
"Yeah. It's like loosing a really good friend. I dreamed of us becoming real close pals."
The next morning (or what appeared to be morning, you could never tell at the Dead Moon Circus) the foursome gathered once more at the bar. Dogseye had nodded off in Fisheye's room, and woke up to find the blue haired one asleep on top of him. After gloating silently, he decided upon beer for breakfast, and nudged the aqueous one awake. But now all four were at the bar, nursing drinks to wake them up and get them going for the day.
"I feel totally gross." Mumbled Tigereye. "My stomach is aching, my head is hurting, and I'm way too tired to be awake right now."
"That means you need more to drink." Nodded Hawkeye knowingly.
Dogseye yawned heavily, and rested his chin on the bar-top. He was about to doze off again when a painful nudge to his ribs jolted him back up.
"Hey! What was /that/ for?" he growled softly.
Hawkeye leered.
"Remember why you're awake? You have to prove your worth."
Dogseye made a face, and fingered through the cards, grumbling about stupid women-dreams, and how they'd never get a male Pegasus from a woman anyway.
"I beg to differ." Sniffed Tigereye.
The canine one ignored this statement, and flipped out a card of a young lanky kid, giving a thumbs up to the camera. He had short blond hair and a lopsided smile, dressed in a white tee and a pair of cargo jeans.
"He's plain..." mumbled Dogseye. "But what the hell. It's worth a shot."
Fisheye butted in a little.
"Which lemur are you taking?" he questioned curiously. "If the pumpkins show up...which they always seem to do...you're gonna need one."
Dogseye blinked.
"Lemur? Pumpkins?"
Hawkeye sighed. This was going to take a while.
After being explained the full mission, and who his enemies were, Dogseye had to pick out a lemur. Now, these supposedly were supposed to pop out of his shadow as his command.
"That's pretty cool." He had commented.
"What?" Hawkeye had responded.
He had a whole room of them to choose from, and he'd decided on a particularly entertaining little beastie of a human. He wore a top hat with rabbit ears, and as a trick (and a weapon) he threw razor-edged playing cards with dangerous precision. He disappeared into Dogseye's shadow, much to Dogseye's curiosity, and after much questioning and inspecting of how it was done, the trio finally managed to shove the canine type out the door.
Dogseye had done his homework, and found the interestingly plain young man soon enough. Crossdressed as a young feminine teen with black hair tied in a ponytail, he/she looked very mysterious and exotic.
"Just what that kid needs. A little excitement." Dogseye muttered.
The boy was reading a book, apparently, and seemed content doing it. He was sitting on a bench, alone, and Dogseye sidled right up.
"Mind if I sit?" he/she asked, with a voice that seemed to purr like a kitten's.
The boy looked up, blinking once or twice, and flushed visibly.
"No, not at all. Go right ahead." He responded meekly, and wriggled over a little to make room.
Dogseye sat, with all the grace and pomp of a charming young lady, and smiled cheerily at the other.
"What book are you reading?" he/she questioned, indicating the book the boy held.
The boy was a little late on response again, as if he couldn't believe a girl was actually speaking with him.
'How pathetic...' thought Dogseye, '...if only he knew.' And cackled inwardly, with glee.
"T-this book?" stuttered the boy a little. "Oh...not anything interesting. World History..."
Dogseye raised an eyebrow. Smart kid. Bet he didn't know how to drink out of a toilet, though. Time to change subject.
"Well, my name's..." Dogseye paused. What the hell was his name? Fido? No...Squeaky toy? NO...what was that name he'd heard on TV? Oh yeah! Pretty Sammy. So now, his name was... "...Sammy."
"Sammy, huh?" smiled the boy, a little nervously. "I'm Jim. Nice to meet you..."
Dogseye nodded, as sweet-as-you-please, and leaned a touch closer to Jim.
"Oh, the pleasure's all mine..." he/she purred. "...what do you like to do, Jim?"
"Do?" squeaked Jim, flushing again.
"You know. Hobbies...sports...all the silly little things humans---er, I mean, all the nice things you enjoy doing." Said Dogseye, catching his slip a little late, but he caught it all the same.
Jim became slightly suspicious, but kept chatting.
"Oh, I like calculus, and computer programming...and I rather like studying other countries." He nodded, smiling. "Hence the world history book."
Dogseye nodded blankly. What in the hell were Calculus and computer programming? Oh well, it didn't matter.
"What do you like doing?" asked Jim in turn.
Dogseye was taken aback. Sex was the first thing on his brain, but he'd learned that wasn't socially polite. He liked...uhh...
"Fetch. Uh...I mean...catch! Yeah, I like playing catch..." Dogseye meebled, catching himself /again/.
Jim was a little more than suspicious now, and he began to edge away rather quickly.
"Uh, I need to go now...work to do and such..." he began to explain rapidly, as he moved away.
Dogseye became cross...so he made a few social blunders! Now the guy was totally weirded out! Stupid nerd...he hissed a little, and smiled wickedly.
"Oh, but you aren't going anywhere, my dear."
And with that, he went into the routine the trio had shown him earlier. With a wave of his hand, the curtain appeared, and revealed him in his true form.
'Now to detain the little bugger...' he thought silently.
"ONE...!"
The knifeboard appeared behind Jim's back instantly.
"TWO...!"
Down went the clamps, holding his wrists and legs in place.
Dogseye ambled closer, a grin of utter glee on his face.
"Oh goodie. Now you're all mine..." he murmured.
Jim struggled.
"What...? Why...? Who are you? What are you doing?!" he squealed.
Dogseye waggled his finger a little.
"Tut tut, now. You didn't want to chat before...work to do! Well, now /I/ have work to do. Now this may feel a little unpleasant. Oh hell, it's going to HURT A WHOLE LOT!" he grinned manically. "THREE...!"
The dream mirror ripped forth from the void in the boy's chest, sparkling like a small jewel. The boy, semi-passed out, screamed in vain as Dogseye shoved his head through the glass, peering around for Pegasus in his dreams. Dogseye finally removed his head, making a little face.
"Damn, no winged horse. Oh well! I'll just have to break this thing into a million little pieces, so there /won't/ be any horse there in the future." He smiled at the unconscious boy. "Hope you don't mind, Jim..."
Suddenly, from behind Dogseye, there came a loud, horribly obnoxious voice. And it was addressing him.
"Hey you! Stop right there! We're here to defend people's dreams!"
Dogseye turned, to see five oddly dressed girls, of whom he could only guess could be the pumpkins the others spoke about.
"You're a little short of time." Muttered Dogseye. "Are you sure you can defeat my lemur in time to save your little brainy victim?"
And with that he turned on his shadow, like instructed. The lemur, the delightfully entertaining bunny-eared one, appeared once more.
"Sakuryaku! Get rid of them!" he ordered.
"Oh ho! It would be my plea-zure!" responded the lemur, as he danced off to attack the Sailor Scouts.
But in a short while, his tricks were not strong enough against the power of Sailor Moon, and Sailor Mini-Moon, unfortunately, and it was quickly realized by Dogseye that after the lemur was destroyed, there was going to be a problem.
"Well, I might as well get rid of this mirror." He muttered, and was about to take hold of the edges when a rose deftly sliced it's thorns into his skin. He hissed softly, and turned on his attacker, nose twitching in anger.
"I cannot let you foul dreams in such a manner!" the voice rang out, and Dogseye immediately recognized it. It was a voice he'd known to love for it's caring sincerity, and the hand that patted his head, and fed him. When he was...not...like this. When he was...
"I...don't...I can't remember...it's..." Dogseye muttered, fear locking into his features as he tried and failed to remember what he was beforehand, and he let loose a deep howl of anguish as the voice brought back memories he couldn't place together.
The lemur was now destroyed, and it was apparent it was time for him to go. He bared his teeth and looked blindly about him, glaring at everything as he let loose a deft sweep of his arm at his attackers.
"I'll be back! And when I return, I'll destroy /all/ of you!" he cried out before leaping into the opened swirling portal.
When Dogseye was returned to the Circus's dimension, he managed to stumble over to the bar in time to pass out.
"I win the bet." Smirked Hawkeye at Tigereye. "You have to kiss Fisheye."
Fisheye was hiding his head in his hands. He hated them, and their stupid bet. Now Tigereye, predictably, would sneer, EWW! And refuse to do it, until he /had/ to. Not that he wanted to be kissed by Tigereye anyway. Hrmph.
"Fine." Replied Tigereye, folding his arms.
Fisheye looked up and stared at Tigereye. Hawkeye whirled to face him.
"W-what...?!" they both stuttered.
Tigereye shrugged.
"I lost the bet...so I have to kiss Fisheye. That's all."
Fisheye looked slightly distressed.
"But I don't want---mmmph!" he squealed, as Tigereye kissed him for a good four seconds.
Fisheye looked horrified.
Hawkeye resumed sipping his drink, casually. "I guess Dogseye underestimated the pumpkins." He murmured.
Tigereye sighed, and fanned his face with a hand.
"I'd say. He's totally knocked out."
Fisheye continued to look horrified.
"You know, if you stay looking like that long enough, your face will freeze in that expression." Said Tigereye, peering over at Fisheye.
Fisheye's expression turned to one of extreme distaste.
"I am /so/ not that bad of a kisser!" hollered Tigereye in defense.
Fisheye muttered, "It's not /that/." He folded his arms.
Hawkeye smirked.
"What is it then, Fishy? Find out you don't have a knack for guys?"
Fisheye glowered at Hawkeye.
"What, would you rather I kiss /you/?"
Hawkeye's eye twitched.
"N-no..." he squeaked, and inched down a seat.
It was at that time that Dogseye took the opportunity to wake up. He blinked once or twice, and looked around him.
"Where am I?" he murmured in his daze. "Oh...right..." he murmured, remembering. He slammed his fist down on the counter suddenly, violently. "Stupid pumpkins! I'll destroy them all!" he threatened.
"Calm down there, Bonzo." Said Hawkeye, uncaringly. "We'd all like to get rid of them. But it's a little easier said than done."
Fisheye cheered.
"Yay! You're alive!" he bounced. "They forced me to kiss Tigereye." He pointed at the duo next to Dogseye, accusingly.
"Lucky you..." murmured Dogseye, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Anyway...do any of you know who that guy in the tux with the rose is? He attacked me...and he's...oddly familiar."
Hawkeye waved his hand dismissively.
"Oh, him. He's the pumpkin's little savior. They call him Tuxedo Mask, I believe."
Dogseye looked a little bewildered.
"Tuxedo Mask?" he blinked. "Who the hell names their child Tuxedo Mask?!"
Hawkeye, Fisheye, and Tigereye just stared at Dogseye. And promptly resumed sipping their drinks.
"What?" said Dogseye. "I just think it's a moronic name."
Fisheye coughed, and looked at the ceiling.