Warning: FIRST FANFIC! Run if you must, but please don't. I'm giving
this whole writing for fun thing a try so...you know, bear with
me.
Note: This takes place in the first season. The girls remember enough
to know that they were in love with the generals in their past
lives. Mina is here from the start. Um...What else? Oh, and I
hate the idea that they have to work their way up to stronger
attacks so I'm giving them full use of their abilities. Serena
and Darien still don't know who each other's alter egos are. Oh,
and the senshi are all 16.
Disclaimer: As my evil stepsister says, no matter how many coins I
throw into fountains and make wishes on, I will never ever
own Sailor Moon.
The Ties that Bind
by Emme
7/27/01
Part One
Raye Hino prided herself on keeping a cool head under pressure.
She considered herself fearless and she hardly ever lost her cool.
However the sight of the innocent-looking plate of cookies hovering
beneath her nose was enough to send shivers of dread down her spine.
She risked a glance up at the earnest blue eyes staring fixedly at her.
"Come on Raye, you have to try some. It looks better than the
last batch and I swear I followed the recipe exactly." Here, the blonde
gestured to the chocolate and flour covered Betty Crocker cookbook lying
in the middle of the pitifully decimated kitchen. Raye cast a fearful
glance in that direction before turning back to Serena. "Besides, its not
as if one bite is gonna kill you."
Oh, I wouldn't be too sure about that, the raven-haired
beauty thought doubtfully as she gingerly picked up a cookie.
The girls were all gathered in Lita's small but cozy apartment
for some much needed "down time." After battling the minions of Queen
Beryl for five consecutive days, the girls were all, as Lita so
graciously put it, "pooped out." Despite the rather unbecoming
description, Raye would have to say she agreed. Even she, devout shrine
maiden as she was, found it impossible to make her early morning
meditations. It's the damn generals! Raye thought mournfully,
or as Mina affectionately termed them, the "Evil Exes." (This phrase was
always accompanied by an ominous wiggling of the fingers, much to her
chagrin). Beryl, apparently, had decided to stop screwing around and
actually develop some strategy. Now, with each battle came a guaranteed
appearance of at least two generals bent of giving them a thorough ass
kicking. She sighed. At least all of the corny "sailor brat" epithets
had stopped. Tuxedo Mask had also thankfully ceased to make his pathetic,
after-school special speeches. Now that was a true godsend.
After the last battle that afternoon, Sailor Moon had put her
foot down. A senshi sleepover was declared with pain of death upon failure
to attend. It was really no wonder why. All the senshi had received sound
poundings. Fortunately, they gave as good as they got. Both sides had
left the battle with their share of cuts and bruises. Raye smiled with
satisfaction, remembering how she had flame snipered Jedeite as he was
laughing maniacally after having downed Mercury. The man was really too
cocky. Of course, this all led to Raye's current predicament.
Looking past Serena, she could see the rapt faces of her other
non-culinary retarded friends. Lita's mouth was slightly open, turning her
attention from the Saved by the Bell marathon to the event taking place.
Mina was vigorously shaking her head no, her blonde hair repeatedly wacking
Amy. Amy, taking no notice of the flying blonde strands, was busy
calculating the chances of Raye's survival on her Mercury computer. Raye
sighed. After carefully inspecting it for any loose objects, i.e., any loose
change or rings or buttons that Serena might have accidentally baked into the
cookie, she took a cautious bite.
She chewed once.
She chewed twice.
No one breathed.
"Serena...," Raye started.
"Yes," the blonde breathed out eagerly. The room had gone still.
Lita was still in a comatose state, but Mina and Amy had both stilled
their movements. All eyes were on her.
"Get...me...some...water," Raye bit out.
Serena started, confused.
"NOW!" the fiery priestess roared.
Serena scrambled away, making her way to the kitchen à la Godzilla
as Raye struggled to rid her mouth of the salt infested cookie. Upon
receiving the much needed H20, Raye gulped it down greedily, not caring
that half of the water was dribbling down her chin. Mina and Lita looked
away with mild distaste.
"Geez Serena, what are you trying to do? Kill me? That thing's
loaded with half the salt from the ocean!" She said after her mouth had
been reasonably soothed. Amy started to speak, presumably to correct the
statement, but Raye silenced her with a look.
"Just what are you talking about Raye?" Serena said haughtily,
regaining some of her composure. "If anything, it should be loaded with
sugar." With that, the blonde crossed her arms and stuck her nose in the
air indignantly.
A bitter exchange began.
"Well its not. Here, taste it." Raye stuck the bitten cookie
under Serena's nose.
"No, you had some of it. I don't want your cooties."
Raye snorted. "And just how old are you Serena? Five?"
Sensing that another tongue war was about to start, Amy wisely cut
in. "All right you two, am I going to have to separate you?" Raye's
right, Serena does act like a five year old. But then, so does she.
Both injured parties immediately started sulking. Now it was
Amy's turn to sigh. Turning to Raye, the brains of the group gave a
very uncharacteristic glare. "Honestly Raye, how could you have such
a blatant disregard for your own life? You, of all people (if not me, of
course) should have some common sense. You know what happened the last
few times you tried some of Serena's cooking."
Oh Raye remembered all too well. Giving an involuntary shudder,
she recalled Serena's other misadventures in the kitchen. The blasted
muffins two weeks ago had almost landed her in the emergency room, some
wayward pennies having caused her to almost choke to death. Not to mention
that splendid supposedly "easy to make five minute pudding" last month.
Now those had resembled a pile of youma guts. Not surprisingly, the girls
had all been turned off of all pudding products for life.
Amy rambled on, disposing of the offending cookies in a handy toxic
waste bag. (Those were stored in Amy's subspace pocket purely for Serena's
sake). "Now, did you know that your chances of making it through alive were
less than 15%?! Bombs can be made using ordinary household substances! What
if Serena had accidentally mixed together a cocktail bomb? Although the
chances of that are..." Here, she thankfully trailed off, whipping out the
compact computer once again.
The subject of Amy's musings moaned, dropping into a nearby chair.
"I'm gonna flunk home ec! I'm really gonna flunk home ec! I'm going to
be the first girl in history to flunk home ec!"
"Oh Serena, no one flunks home ec. It's one of those unflunkable,
guaranteed A classes." Mina consoled, patting Serena's arm.
Serena snapped out of her dejection to level Mina with a glare.
"That's what people said to the guy who flunked gym." That said, Serena
threw her arms over her head and recommenced her moaning.
Mina returned to her position on the couch. "Serena, don't worry
about it. I'm sure it's mostly the Double E's that are getting you down."
Lita looked away from the TV where Zach Morris was cooking up another
one of his schemes. "Double E's?" She inquired.
"You know, the Evil Exes." Again, this was followed by some finger
wriggling. Raye took the opportunity to roll her eyes heavenward. "Double
E's, Evil Exes, two E's, get it?"
"Double E's? You make them sound like bra cup sizes." Lita stood
up and stretched. "And that, judging by the cuts on my leg, they certainly
aren't."
Mina, turned away, humor sparkling in her light blue eyes. "Oh you
would know," she said in a singsong voice.
She was rewarded with a pillow in her face. Mina sputtered
indignantly for a few seconds before retaliating with a nearby throw pillow.
Unfortunately, despite her prowess with her chain, dear Sailor Venus was not
as proficient in the art of pillow fighting. As a result, the launched
projectile smacked right into Amy's face. Amy calmly put her computer
back into her subspace pocket and picked up the pillow. With a practiced
ease, she launched it at Mina. Mina, having some sense, knew what was coming
and ducked. The pillow, therefore, cut Serena off mid wail. Serena,
immediately jumping to the conclusion that a certain Senshi of Mars was the
culprit, launched a pillow at said Senshi. World War III had begun.
An hour later, Lita's entire apartment was a mess. Feathers were
still airborne, slowly drifting down and blanketing the furniture like snow.
Various knicknacks lay in disarray. As for the girls, they were draped
across various pieces of furniture, completely exhausted.
No one spoke a word for a long time.
Lita, through great effort, lifted her head and surveyed the warzone
that had been her apartment a mere hour ago. She dropped her head back,
defeated. "Hey Serena," she ventured listlessly.
"Yeah?" came the equally sluggish reply.
"Who failed gym?"
Serena flipped over onto her stomach. "Oh, you know. The guy who
failed gym."
"Ah."
So...how much did I suck? *peeps out from behind hands* Okay, *takes deep
breath,* ready for those flames! E-mail me at MLLEemme@aol.com.
Well, thanks for sticking through this,
Emme.
this whole writing for fun thing a try so...you know, bear with
me.
Note: This takes place in the first season. The girls remember enough
to know that they were in love with the generals in their past
lives. Mina is here from the start. Um...What else? Oh, and I
hate the idea that they have to work their way up to stronger
attacks so I'm giving them full use of their abilities. Serena
and Darien still don't know who each other's alter egos are. Oh,
and the senshi are all 16.
Disclaimer: As my evil stepsister says, no matter how many coins I
throw into fountains and make wishes on, I will never ever
own Sailor Moon.
The Ties that Bind
by Emme
7/27/01
Part One
Raye Hino prided herself on keeping a cool head under pressure.
She considered herself fearless and she hardly ever lost her cool.
However the sight of the innocent-looking plate of cookies hovering
beneath her nose was enough to send shivers of dread down her spine.
She risked a glance up at the earnest blue eyes staring fixedly at her.
"Come on Raye, you have to try some. It looks better than the
last batch and I swear I followed the recipe exactly." Here, the blonde
gestured to the chocolate and flour covered Betty Crocker cookbook lying
in the middle of the pitifully decimated kitchen. Raye cast a fearful
glance in that direction before turning back to Serena. "Besides, its not
as if one bite is gonna kill you."
Oh, I wouldn't be too sure about that, the raven-haired
beauty thought doubtfully as she gingerly picked up a cookie.
The girls were all gathered in Lita's small but cozy apartment
for some much needed "down time." After battling the minions of Queen
Beryl for five consecutive days, the girls were all, as Lita so
graciously put it, "pooped out." Despite the rather unbecoming
description, Raye would have to say she agreed. Even she, devout shrine
maiden as she was, found it impossible to make her early morning
meditations. It's the damn generals! Raye thought mournfully,
or as Mina affectionately termed them, the "Evil Exes." (This phrase was
always accompanied by an ominous wiggling of the fingers, much to her
chagrin). Beryl, apparently, had decided to stop screwing around and
actually develop some strategy. Now, with each battle came a guaranteed
appearance of at least two generals bent of giving them a thorough ass
kicking. She sighed. At least all of the corny "sailor brat" epithets
had stopped. Tuxedo Mask had also thankfully ceased to make his pathetic,
after-school special speeches. Now that was a true godsend.
After the last battle that afternoon, Sailor Moon had put her
foot down. A senshi sleepover was declared with pain of death upon failure
to attend. It was really no wonder why. All the senshi had received sound
poundings. Fortunately, they gave as good as they got. Both sides had
left the battle with their share of cuts and bruises. Raye smiled with
satisfaction, remembering how she had flame snipered Jedeite as he was
laughing maniacally after having downed Mercury. The man was really too
cocky. Of course, this all led to Raye's current predicament.
Looking past Serena, she could see the rapt faces of her other
non-culinary retarded friends. Lita's mouth was slightly open, turning her
attention from the Saved by the Bell marathon to the event taking place.
Mina was vigorously shaking her head no, her blonde hair repeatedly wacking
Amy. Amy, taking no notice of the flying blonde strands, was busy
calculating the chances of Raye's survival on her Mercury computer. Raye
sighed. After carefully inspecting it for any loose objects, i.e., any loose
change or rings or buttons that Serena might have accidentally baked into the
cookie, she took a cautious bite.
She chewed once.
She chewed twice.
No one breathed.
"Serena...," Raye started.
"Yes," the blonde breathed out eagerly. The room had gone still.
Lita was still in a comatose state, but Mina and Amy had both stilled
their movements. All eyes were on her.
"Get...me...some...water," Raye bit out.
Serena started, confused.
"NOW!" the fiery priestess roared.
Serena scrambled away, making her way to the kitchen à la Godzilla
as Raye struggled to rid her mouth of the salt infested cookie. Upon
receiving the much needed H20, Raye gulped it down greedily, not caring
that half of the water was dribbling down her chin. Mina and Lita looked
away with mild distaste.
"Geez Serena, what are you trying to do? Kill me? That thing's
loaded with half the salt from the ocean!" She said after her mouth had
been reasonably soothed. Amy started to speak, presumably to correct the
statement, but Raye silenced her with a look.
"Just what are you talking about Raye?" Serena said haughtily,
regaining some of her composure. "If anything, it should be loaded with
sugar." With that, the blonde crossed her arms and stuck her nose in the
air indignantly.
A bitter exchange began.
"Well its not. Here, taste it." Raye stuck the bitten cookie
under Serena's nose.
"No, you had some of it. I don't want your cooties."
Raye snorted. "And just how old are you Serena? Five?"
Sensing that another tongue war was about to start, Amy wisely cut
in. "All right you two, am I going to have to separate you?" Raye's
right, Serena does act like a five year old. But then, so does she.
Both injured parties immediately started sulking. Now it was
Amy's turn to sigh. Turning to Raye, the brains of the group gave a
very uncharacteristic glare. "Honestly Raye, how could you have such
a blatant disregard for your own life? You, of all people (if not me, of
course) should have some common sense. You know what happened the last
few times you tried some of Serena's cooking."
Oh Raye remembered all too well. Giving an involuntary shudder,
she recalled Serena's other misadventures in the kitchen. The blasted
muffins two weeks ago had almost landed her in the emergency room, some
wayward pennies having caused her to almost choke to death. Not to mention
that splendid supposedly "easy to make five minute pudding" last month.
Now those had resembled a pile of youma guts. Not surprisingly, the girls
had all been turned off of all pudding products for life.
Amy rambled on, disposing of the offending cookies in a handy toxic
waste bag. (Those were stored in Amy's subspace pocket purely for Serena's
sake). "Now, did you know that your chances of making it through alive were
less than 15%?! Bombs can be made using ordinary household substances! What
if Serena had accidentally mixed together a cocktail bomb? Although the
chances of that are..." Here, she thankfully trailed off, whipping out the
compact computer once again.
The subject of Amy's musings moaned, dropping into a nearby chair.
"I'm gonna flunk home ec! I'm really gonna flunk home ec! I'm going to
be the first girl in history to flunk home ec!"
"Oh Serena, no one flunks home ec. It's one of those unflunkable,
guaranteed A classes." Mina consoled, patting Serena's arm.
Serena snapped out of her dejection to level Mina with a glare.
"That's what people said to the guy who flunked gym." That said, Serena
threw her arms over her head and recommenced her moaning.
Mina returned to her position on the couch. "Serena, don't worry
about it. I'm sure it's mostly the Double E's that are getting you down."
Lita looked away from the TV where Zach Morris was cooking up another
one of his schemes. "Double E's?" She inquired.
"You know, the Evil Exes." Again, this was followed by some finger
wriggling. Raye took the opportunity to roll her eyes heavenward. "Double
E's, Evil Exes, two E's, get it?"
"Double E's? You make them sound like bra cup sizes." Lita stood
up and stretched. "And that, judging by the cuts on my leg, they certainly
aren't."
Mina, turned away, humor sparkling in her light blue eyes. "Oh you
would know," she said in a singsong voice.
She was rewarded with a pillow in her face. Mina sputtered
indignantly for a few seconds before retaliating with a nearby throw pillow.
Unfortunately, despite her prowess with her chain, dear Sailor Venus was not
as proficient in the art of pillow fighting. As a result, the launched
projectile smacked right into Amy's face. Amy calmly put her computer
back into her subspace pocket and picked up the pillow. With a practiced
ease, she launched it at Mina. Mina, having some sense, knew what was coming
and ducked. The pillow, therefore, cut Serena off mid wail. Serena,
immediately jumping to the conclusion that a certain Senshi of Mars was the
culprit, launched a pillow at said Senshi. World War III had begun.
An hour later, Lita's entire apartment was a mess. Feathers were
still airborne, slowly drifting down and blanketing the furniture like snow.
Various knicknacks lay in disarray. As for the girls, they were draped
across various pieces of furniture, completely exhausted.
No one spoke a word for a long time.
Lita, through great effort, lifted her head and surveyed the warzone
that had been her apartment a mere hour ago. She dropped her head back,
defeated. "Hey Serena," she ventured listlessly.
"Yeah?" came the equally sluggish reply.
"Who failed gym?"
Serena flipped over onto her stomach. "Oh, you know. The guy who
failed gym."
"Ah."
So...how much did I suck? *peeps out from behind hands* Okay, *takes deep
breath,* ready for those flames! E-mail me at MLLEemme@aol.com.
Well, thanks for sticking through this,
Emme.