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Lance the Flamesniper back again. Quite an interesting story Ne
er I mean no? But I'm jsut getting warmed up. Today I'm going to do
something a little unique with the intro. You see I do know two three words
of Japanese. The only way I know them is through knowing two people who
personify them. But I'm rambling and getting ahead of myself.
I don't own Sailor Moon. Naoko Takeuchi does. Cloverleaf Owns the
N.A. anime rights to them. I'm not making any cash off this deal. I'm
doing this for fun and the hopeful entertainment of the readers. Oh two
more things. First, I use the north American names for the Senshi. This
is done with all but Setsuna(if you can't guess why try looking a pic of
her and convincing yourself that Trista FITS her. Can't be done). Second,
the people meantioned in this intro are real (for the most part anyway)
And all but one name has been changed to protect the guilty.
Introduction:
It was a slow night on Lance the Flamesniper's "Day" job. Business
had actually been slow for a long time, but then again it wasn't like
Lance enjoyed making Sandwiches for people. Just then a much needed
distraction came as around the corner stepped Mick, the one worker that
had to be depriving some village somewhere of it's Baka.
"Hey Lance, your Girlfriend's out front and she's with another
guy," Mick said with his annoying chuckle.
"And just how do YOU know what MY girlfriend looks like you Baka!"
Lance spat.
"Well she did ask for you. What's a baka? Does it mean good looking
'cause you know I'M the best looking guy here," Mick stated.
"Mick, oh forget it," Lance replied as he walked up to the front.
On his way up he passed his boss, the Chief. He was staring at something
on the front line. Lance's eyes followed them, coming to a rest on a very
familiar site, the teenaged Hotaru and the 'guy' with her.
"Boy does she have a nice set of.." the Chief began before Lance
Cut him off.
"Chief, no ecchi!" Lance Admonished.
"But look at her she got the nicest.."
Lance covered his ears. "Chief trust me you don't want to be saying
that."
"And those Legs. Lance look at them!"
Lance's mind however was on how he was going to explain to his other
managers about how the Chief got chopped into sushi.
"Could you excuse me for a moment Chief? Me and those two need to
talk. Oh and Chief please stop drooling over the girl, she's what we call
in America Jail bait," Lance stated as his boss continued the Ecchi stare.
"Oh yeah sure. Hey can you get her number for me?"
"Hentai!" Lance exclaimed as he walked out and sat with Amara and
Hotaru. "What a surprise! What brings you two here?"
"We were going to wait at your house but Amara-papa insisted we
come here to see you," Hotaru chirped as she chewed on a chicken sandwich.
"I came here to get some answers," Amara growled as she watched the
Chief eyeing up Hotaru. "And just WHAT is HE looking at?!"
"Don't mind him, he's just a little Ecchi. Answers? For what?"
"Don't play coy with me Lance, What's James up to?"
Lance laughed out loud at that. "Sorry Amara-sama, you'll just have
to wait to find out."
"I don't WANT to wait!"
"Too bad. Now, the sun is setting and you and Hotaru must excuse me,
I have a job to do," Lance answered as he cooly walked back to the counter
and they walked out.
"Well? Did you get that girl's number?" The Chief and Mick both asked.
"Aha haaa! About that. It was a long distance number. REALLY long
distance," Lance answered as he anticipated going home and working on the
next part of Hotaru's story.
Hotaru's Date part 6
by
Lance the Flamesniper
It was six o'clock and the sun was setting. James would be there soon.
Amara was ready.
Meanwhile Hotaru was getting ready. As she promised Michelle she wore
a longer skirt. There was something about James that made her happy.
Complete. There was a connection between them that was like what her 'Mother'
and 'Father'had.
There was the sound of a car in the driveway. She practically jumped
down the stairs and opened the door. She smiled brightly as James came into
view. He was dressed stylishly, wearing a pair of black dress pants and a
dark blue dress shirt. His violet eyes were wide as he beheld her.
"Hotaru, you are looking simply devine!" James gushed
"Thank you," She answered with a giggle.
"Ah, James, so good of you to come and on time too," Amara said as she
arrived.
Why do I get the feeling that there's going to be trouble? James thought
as he saw the grin he imagined Amara would give to her worst enemy.
Before any more could be said Michelle's voice chimed from the kitchen.
"Dinner's ready."
"I hope you don't mind. but we invited Hotaru's 'Aunt', Setsuna, to join
us," Amara replied.
"The more the merrier," James replied hoping that he didn't sound half
as uneasy as he felt. Amara was up to something and he wasn't sure what.
******
"So, Amara, how was your business at the temple?" James began.
"Short and to the point, James. Just how business should be," Amara
answered.
"You were at the Cherry hill Temple today, James?" Hotaru enquired.
"Yes," Lance said as he chewed on a peice of Tempura. "I was there
briefly."
"What for?" Hotaru asked.
"Yes, why were you at the temple?" Amara followed. James didn't like
the tone of that.
"I've been having some dreams that were troubling me. I went there to
see if the priestess could help figure out what was causing them."
"Are they Nightmares?" Hotaru inquired.
"No, just dreams. Of another time I think," James responded as Setsuna
seemingly choked on the wine she and other adults were drinking. "Something
wrong, Setsuna?"
"N-no, I'm just fine," Setsuna stammered. So that's where I saw him
before, in the past!
"Are they dreams about the future?" Hotaru asked.
"They're past, at least I'm pretty sure they are. At any rate, sometimes
parts of my dreams end up in my paintings."
"The images you paint are rather striking," Michelle piped up. "I would
guess the fantasy paintings I saw are parts of your dreams?"
"That's right. But I did see something odd in a painting I did about
three months ago," James began.
"Oh?" Amara hissed. "And what might that be?"
"You three," James answered. "But not the way you are now."
"I see," Setsuna said as she went through her memory trying to place the
violet eyed artist.
"So," Michelle said as she tried to change the subject. "You never did
tell us why you came to Japan."
"Well if you must know I came in hopes of finding the Sailor Scouts,"
James said hoping that they thought it was a joke.
Unfortunately they did not.
"The Sailor Scouts?" Setsuna asked before Amara could jump in. "Why would
you want to find them?"
"Why, to paint them of course. There's one in particular that I've always
wished to paint."
"Oh?" Michelle quipped. "Which one?"
"Sailor Saturn."
Hotaru coughed slightly. "Why her?"
James smiled at her. "Well, from what I've heard she is very graceful and
almost as beautiful as you Hotaru. It would be any artist's dream to immortalize
such beauty."
Hotaru's face was bright red with the compliment as Michelle leaned behind
the glowering Amara and whispered to Setsuna. "My he certainly is a sweet talker."
"Yes he is," Setsuna agreed as Amara's Eyebrow began to twitch.
"Speaking of art," James began as he watched Amara's eyebrow do an
impersonation of a person jumping hurdles. "I want to invite you all to my art
show tomorrow night."
"An art show?" Hotaru asked as she perked up.
"Yes. I want you to go as my date and your gardians might want to buy some
peices..," Hinted James as dinner ended.
"I'd love to go! Can I?" Hotaru asked her 'Parents'.
"Since we're going too, I imagine it won't be too bad," Amara said still
glaring at James.
*****
"Well, he certainly was polite," Michelle said. It had been several hours
since James left and Hotaru had just drifted off to sleep.
"Yes, he was. A little too polite."
"Oh you're just mad 'cause you couldn't prove that he was at the Temple for
some evil purpose," Michelle Teased.
"He's from the past," Setsuna said quietly.
"The past?" Amara asked.
"Yes, I think he was."
"We'll have to keep an eye on him until you're sure," Amara said.
******
In a lair that was dark and dingy sat Somnius. He was a thin yet evil man
with crimson eyes white flowing hair and a sinister goatee of the same color.
"We must find The crystal Dreams before the future comes to pass," He
growled. "Canvesse, I want you to go to the art show scheduled for tomorrow
night. You're target will be Michelle Kaiou. Her love of art may be a sign that
she has a crystal dream."
"Yes, my lord," Canvesse stated. She was a youma who looked a lot like a
woman that had been spraypainted red, green and blue. "It will be done."
Lance the Flamesniper back again. Quite an interesting story Ne
er I mean no? But I'm jsut getting warmed up. Today I'm going to do
something a little unique with the intro. You see I do know two three words
of Japanese. The only way I know them is through knowing two people who
personify them. But I'm rambling and getting ahead of myself.
I don't own Sailor Moon. Naoko Takeuchi does. Cloverleaf Owns the
N.A. anime rights to them. I'm not making any cash off this deal. I'm
doing this for fun and the hopeful entertainment of the readers. Oh two
more things. First, I use the north American names for the Senshi. This
is done with all but Setsuna(if you can't guess why try looking a pic of
her and convincing yourself that Trista FITS her. Can't be done). Second,
the people meantioned in this intro are real (for the most part anyway)
And all but one name has been changed to protect the guilty.
Introduction:
It was a slow night on Lance the Flamesniper's "Day" job. Business
had actually been slow for a long time, but then again it wasn't like
Lance enjoyed making Sandwiches for people. Just then a much needed
distraction came as around the corner stepped Mick, the one worker that
had to be depriving some village somewhere of it's Baka.
"Hey Lance, your Girlfriend's out front and she's with another
guy," Mick said with his annoying chuckle.
"And just how do YOU know what MY girlfriend looks like you Baka!"
Lance spat.
"Well she did ask for you. What's a baka? Does it mean good looking
'cause you know I'M the best looking guy here," Mick stated.
"Mick, oh forget it," Lance replied as he walked up to the front.
On his way up he passed his boss, the Chief. He was staring at something
on the front line. Lance's eyes followed them, coming to a rest on a very
familiar site, the teenaged Hotaru and the 'guy' with her.
"Boy does she have a nice set of.." the Chief began before Lance
Cut him off.
"Chief, no ecchi!" Lance Admonished.
"But look at her she got the nicest.."
Lance covered his ears. "Chief trust me you don't want to be saying
that."
"And those Legs. Lance look at them!"
Lance's mind however was on how he was going to explain to his other
managers about how the Chief got chopped into sushi.
"Could you excuse me for a moment Chief? Me and those two need to
talk. Oh and Chief please stop drooling over the girl, she's what we call
in America Jail bait," Lance stated as his boss continued the Ecchi stare.
"Oh yeah sure. Hey can you get her number for me?"
"Hentai!" Lance exclaimed as he walked out and sat with Amara and
Hotaru. "What a surprise! What brings you two here?"
"We were going to wait at your house but Amara-papa insisted we
come here to see you," Hotaru chirped as she chewed on a chicken sandwich.
"I came here to get some answers," Amara growled as she watched the
Chief eyeing up Hotaru. "And just WHAT is HE looking at?!"
"Don't mind him, he's just a little Ecchi. Answers? For what?"
"Don't play coy with me Lance, What's James up to?"
Lance laughed out loud at that. "Sorry Amara-sama, you'll just have
to wait to find out."
"I don't WANT to wait!"
"Too bad. Now, the sun is setting and you and Hotaru must excuse me,
I have a job to do," Lance answered as he cooly walked back to the counter
and they walked out.
"Well? Did you get that girl's number?" The Chief and Mick both asked.
"Aha haaa! About that. It was a long distance number. REALLY long
distance," Lance answered as he anticipated going home and working on the
next part of Hotaru's story.
Hotaru's Date part 6
by
Lance the Flamesniper
It was six o'clock and the sun was setting. James would be there soon.
Amara was ready.
Meanwhile Hotaru was getting ready. As she promised Michelle she wore
a longer skirt. There was something about James that made her happy.
Complete. There was a connection between them that was like what her 'Mother'
and 'Father'had.
There was the sound of a car in the driveway. She practically jumped
down the stairs and opened the door. She smiled brightly as James came into
view. He was dressed stylishly, wearing a pair of black dress pants and a
dark blue dress shirt. His violet eyes were wide as he beheld her.
"Hotaru, you are looking simply devine!" James gushed
"Thank you," She answered with a giggle.
"Ah, James, so good of you to come and on time too," Amara said as she
arrived.
Why do I get the feeling that there's going to be trouble? James thought
as he saw the grin he imagined Amara would give to her worst enemy.
Before any more could be said Michelle's voice chimed from the kitchen.
"Dinner's ready."
"I hope you don't mind. but we invited Hotaru's 'Aunt', Setsuna, to join
us," Amara replied.
"The more the merrier," James replied hoping that he didn't sound half
as uneasy as he felt. Amara was up to something and he wasn't sure what.
******
"So, Amara, how was your business at the temple?" James began.
"Short and to the point, James. Just how business should be," Amara
answered.
"You were at the Cherry hill Temple today, James?" Hotaru enquired.
"Yes," Lance said as he chewed on a peice of Tempura. "I was there
briefly."
"What for?" Hotaru asked.
"Yes, why were you at the temple?" Amara followed. James didn't like
the tone of that.
"I've been having some dreams that were troubling me. I went there to
see if the priestess could help figure out what was causing them."
"Are they Nightmares?" Hotaru inquired.
"No, just dreams. Of another time I think," James responded as Setsuna
seemingly choked on the wine she and other adults were drinking. "Something
wrong, Setsuna?"
"N-no, I'm just fine," Setsuna stammered. So that's where I saw him
before, in the past!
"Are they dreams about the future?" Hotaru asked.
"They're past, at least I'm pretty sure they are. At any rate, sometimes
parts of my dreams end up in my paintings."
"The images you paint are rather striking," Michelle piped up. "I would
guess the fantasy paintings I saw are parts of your dreams?"
"That's right. But I did see something odd in a painting I did about
three months ago," James began.
"Oh?" Amara hissed. "And what might that be?"
"You three," James answered. "But not the way you are now."
"I see," Setsuna said as she went through her memory trying to place the
violet eyed artist.
"So," Michelle said as she tried to change the subject. "You never did
tell us why you came to Japan."
"Well if you must know I came in hopes of finding the Sailor Scouts,"
James said hoping that they thought it was a joke.
Unfortunately they did not.
"The Sailor Scouts?" Setsuna asked before Amara could jump in. "Why would
you want to find them?"
"Why, to paint them of course. There's one in particular that I've always
wished to paint."
"Oh?" Michelle quipped. "Which one?"
"Sailor Saturn."
Hotaru coughed slightly. "Why her?"
James smiled at her. "Well, from what I've heard she is very graceful and
almost as beautiful as you Hotaru. It would be any artist's dream to immortalize
such beauty."
Hotaru's face was bright red with the compliment as Michelle leaned behind
the glowering Amara and whispered to Setsuna. "My he certainly is a sweet talker."
"Yes he is," Setsuna agreed as Amara's Eyebrow began to twitch.
"Speaking of art," James began as he watched Amara's eyebrow do an
impersonation of a person jumping hurdles. "I want to invite you all to my art
show tomorrow night."
"An art show?" Hotaru asked as she perked up.
"Yes. I want you to go as my date and your gardians might want to buy some
peices..," Hinted James as dinner ended.
"I'd love to go! Can I?" Hotaru asked her 'Parents'.
"Since we're going too, I imagine it won't be too bad," Amara said still
glaring at James.
*****
"Well, he certainly was polite," Michelle said. It had been several hours
since James left and Hotaru had just drifted off to sleep.
"Yes, he was. A little too polite."
"Oh you're just mad 'cause you couldn't prove that he was at the Temple for
some evil purpose," Michelle Teased.
"He's from the past," Setsuna said quietly.
"The past?" Amara asked.
"Yes, I think he was."
"We'll have to keep an eye on him until you're sure," Amara said.
******
In a lair that was dark and dingy sat Somnius. He was a thin yet evil man
with crimson eyes white flowing hair and a sinister goatee of the same color.
"We must find The crystal Dreams before the future comes to pass," He
growled. "Canvesse, I want you to go to the art show scheduled for tomorrow
night. You're target will be Michelle Kaiou. Her love of art may be a sign that
she has a crystal dream."
"Yes, my lord," Canvesse stated. She was a youma who looked a lot like a
woman that had been spraypainted red, green and blue. "It will be done."