Disclaimer:
Welcome! This is Lance the Flamesniper. And Welcome to the first interlude in my rather long short
story about Hotaru and James. These interludes will most likely have something to do with the story in some
minor way, but will showcase different Senshi. This one for example focuses on the problem Setsuna has that
she decides to ask the author about (See part ten for the problem). But I'm rambling.
I don't own Sailor Moon. Naoko Takeuchi, Toei Anamation, Pioneer and Cloverleaf(way?) do.
This means that I'm not making any money off of this. But that's okay, because this is a labor of love for the
Senshi to me and it's all the reward I need to get e-mail from the fans. So don't be afraid to write me with what
you think I'm doing right or what I'm doing wrong.
Since I'm not French Hotaru gets to stay Hotaru. However, being that I am from North America most
of the rest of the cast get to use their N.A. names with one exception: Sailor pluto. (Uttering the "T" name
around me is Strictly prohibited.)
Anyway here's the Interlude.
Hotaru's Date: Interlude 1
By
Lance the Flamesniper
Hotaru had left on a date with James. Amara had not liked the idea, until Michelle suggested that it
would be a good chance to spend some quality time together. Setsuna however had other things on her mind.
Athena had told her of the failure of this mission. The lacking of the final Gardian. She decided there was only
one thing to do. Silently she opened the time gate.
*****
Lance the Flamesniper walked out the back door of his "day" job pushing a garbage can. His boss,
the Chief followed shortly after. It was a cool November night just after close.
"I don't see why I have to help you with the trash Lance," The Chief grumbled.
"Perhaps were the rest of the shift not busy sweeping and moping, I wouldn't have asked," Lance said
as he entered the dumpster area. Or so he thought.
"Uh Lance? Where are we?" Lance heard his chief say.
Lance looked around the room he'd seemingly walked into. Standing before him wearing a stylish suit
of her own Design was Setsuna Meioh. "If I were to venture a guess Chief, I'd say we're at the Home of Amara
Ten'ou, Michelle Kaioh and their Foster child Hotaru Tomoe."
"Okay so who's the Green haired lady with the nice set of...." His Chief began.
"Chief! No Ecchi, PLEASE!" Lance said as he panicked slightly.
"But look at her Lance, she's got a great bod. I wouldn't mind..."
"Chief! This is Ms. Setsuna Meioh. And if I'm not mistaken she has business with me."
"He's right,"Setsuna cut in.
"How do you get all the good looking ones Lance?" Chief growled teasingly.
"It's my rapier wit and boyish charm, Chief. Now it you turn around and walk back the Direction we
came you should find yourself in the Dumpster area again," Lance said as his Chief left.
"Lance I hate to bother you at your job, but..." Setsuna began.
"I know, you have a problem. I thought that was a brilliant plot twist don't you?"
"No! I don't!" Setsuna said in uncharacteristic distress. "I want him back."
"Him?" Lance asked Coyly.
"You know. My Lance!"
"Ahh, you mean the one that was put outside time keep from dying before he could heal?"
"Yes."
"So what do you want me to do about it? I'm an author not an avatar!"
"Yes but this is your Series!"
"True, so I'll keep it simple. If you want him, as he is now, without his fire powers, all you have to do
is go get him."
"What?"
"You put him there, you can get him whenever you please."
"But he won't be healed until the Thirieth Century!"
"He's outside of Time, he's healed. I know this. You can retrieve him whenever you want," the author
said as he left. "Trust me Setsuna-chan, I wouldn't lie to you."
Lance stepped out of the dumpster area just as the Chief looked inside. "What just happened?"
Lance thought for a moment. "Aha Haa. About that. You don't want to know."
*****
Setsuna smiled. As far as authors go, he's not a bad one. Still perhaps I should wait a little longer before
freeing My Lance.... Setsuna Thought as she walked to her room. I can't wait to see him again, but what did the
author mean by without his fire powers....
Well that's the end of the Interlude. Not to meantion the only part that I know of where I'm actually in my own story.
I'm kinda thankful for that, since this is really Hotaru's story.
Welcome! This is Lance the Flamesniper. And Welcome to the first interlude in my rather long short
story about Hotaru and James. These interludes will most likely have something to do with the story in some
minor way, but will showcase different Senshi. This one for example focuses on the problem Setsuna has that
she decides to ask the author about (See part ten for the problem). But I'm rambling.
I don't own Sailor Moon. Naoko Takeuchi, Toei Anamation, Pioneer and Cloverleaf(way?) do.
This means that I'm not making any money off of this. But that's okay, because this is a labor of love for the
Senshi to me and it's all the reward I need to get e-mail from the fans. So don't be afraid to write me with what
you think I'm doing right or what I'm doing wrong.
Since I'm not French Hotaru gets to stay Hotaru. However, being that I am from North America most
of the rest of the cast get to use their N.A. names with one exception: Sailor pluto. (Uttering the "T" name
around me is Strictly prohibited.)
Anyway here's the Interlude.
Hotaru's Date: Interlude 1
By
Lance the Flamesniper
Hotaru had left on a date with James. Amara had not liked the idea, until Michelle suggested that it
would be a good chance to spend some quality time together. Setsuna however had other things on her mind.
Athena had told her of the failure of this mission. The lacking of the final Gardian. She decided there was only
one thing to do. Silently she opened the time gate.
*****
Lance the Flamesniper walked out the back door of his "day" job pushing a garbage can. His boss,
the Chief followed shortly after. It was a cool November night just after close.
"I don't see why I have to help you with the trash Lance," The Chief grumbled.
"Perhaps were the rest of the shift not busy sweeping and moping, I wouldn't have asked," Lance said
as he entered the dumpster area. Or so he thought.
"Uh Lance? Where are we?" Lance heard his chief say.
Lance looked around the room he'd seemingly walked into. Standing before him wearing a stylish suit
of her own Design was Setsuna Meioh. "If I were to venture a guess Chief, I'd say we're at the Home of Amara
Ten'ou, Michelle Kaioh and their Foster child Hotaru Tomoe."
"Okay so who's the Green haired lady with the nice set of...." His Chief began.
"Chief! No Ecchi, PLEASE!" Lance said as he panicked slightly.
"But look at her Lance, she's got a great bod. I wouldn't mind..."
"Chief! This is Ms. Setsuna Meioh. And if I'm not mistaken she has business with me."
"He's right,"Setsuna cut in.
"How do you get all the good looking ones Lance?" Chief growled teasingly.
"It's my rapier wit and boyish charm, Chief. Now it you turn around and walk back the Direction we
came you should find yourself in the Dumpster area again," Lance said as his Chief left.
"Lance I hate to bother you at your job, but..." Setsuna began.
"I know, you have a problem. I thought that was a brilliant plot twist don't you?"
"No! I don't!" Setsuna said in uncharacteristic distress. "I want him back."
"Him?" Lance asked Coyly.
"You know. My Lance!"
"Ahh, you mean the one that was put outside time keep from dying before he could heal?"
"Yes."
"So what do you want me to do about it? I'm an author not an avatar!"
"Yes but this is your Series!"
"True, so I'll keep it simple. If you want him, as he is now, without his fire powers, all you have to do
is go get him."
"What?"
"You put him there, you can get him whenever you please."
"But he won't be healed until the Thirieth Century!"
"He's outside of Time, he's healed. I know this. You can retrieve him whenever you want," the author
said as he left. "Trust me Setsuna-chan, I wouldn't lie to you."
Lance stepped out of the dumpster area just as the Chief looked inside. "What just happened?"
Lance thought for a moment. "Aha Haa. About that. You don't want to know."
*****
Setsuna smiled. As far as authors go, he's not a bad one. Still perhaps I should wait a little longer before
freeing My Lance.... Setsuna Thought as she walked to her room. I can't wait to see him again, but what did the
author mean by without his fire powers....
Well that's the end of the Interlude. Not to meantion the only part that I know of where I'm actually in my own story.
I'm kinda thankful for that, since this is really Hotaru's story.