Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or Sailor Moon. This is mostly in the future where the scouts don't remember their past.

Destructional Assassins-Realistic Version, Chapter 2

The day had gone quite well so far, according to Hotaru's standards. Thankful that no one important recognized her, she walked down the crowd-infested paved street, breathing in the polluted air. She was off to see the contact…they were running low on some supplies. She passed an empty club, and somewhat forgotten memories flooded her mind.

***Flashback***

A young girl sat in the otherwise empty booth, watching people pass by. Truth be told, she despised the reason on why she had come, but it would be her main income. She tried to apply for jobs at restaurants and other places, but she just got turned down. Economy was horrible. A man around her age walked over to her and sat down across the table.

"So," he began, "are you for sale?" Against her will, she found herself nodding her head…but very slowly. She really needed food, and the food kitchens were too crammed with people for her to get a decent bite to eat.

"How much?" The girl's lips tilted downwards as she responded, "$100 per thirty minutes. The moment that I step out of this club with you, the timer starts ticking. If it takes thirty minutes to get to your house, then you still have to pay. If you don't pay, I'll just leave and perhaps shoot you with my trusty gun. Also, payment in advance."

The man whistled under his breath. "Quite a price for just one night. You had better be worth the cash." Reaching for his wallet, he pulled out 4 $100 dollar bills and laid them on the table.

"Two hours?" The girl asked. The man nodded while saying, "Come on, your mine for now."

Just as they were about to walk out the door, a young woman blocked the door. Reaching out a hand, the lady calmly told the man, "She's not for sale anymore." Taking the money out of her hand, the lady handed it back to the man.

"You better find someone else then." The guy sighed and left. Meanwhile, the lady took the girl's hand and walked over to a booth.

"You need to mind your own business." Shaking her head, the green-haired lady spoke. "Save your virginity for the man you marry. You can do better than picking out a rich man to sleep with each night."

The girl looked down. Slowly, she brought her eyes to meet with the lady's. "I'm so hungry. I'll do anything."

"Anything?" Inquired the wealthy woman. Thinking quickly, she offered a suggestion. "You could work with me, but I don't think you're qualified." Glaring and slightly curious, the girl listened. "I need information about your past experience. You would be wise to tell me everything." The girl started her story, not knowing the consequences of her actions.

" I was taught to be compatible with my environment. Some drugs and medication that they put me on enhanced my night-vision. My strength, speed, agility, and flexibility were affected as well. I learned to master the arts of weaponry. I know how to use all the weapons, such as bows and arrows, swords, and even a lance. The weapons that I was most compatible with were the pole arms, such as long staffed axes and spears. As a last resort, they taught me how to use a gun. I can create detonation devices from the simple household appliances, such as candles, wood, and Styrofoam. They perfected my hearing and my senses. I went to school with a foster family. A month ago, they died.

"Lately, I was doing odd jobs for people, and using that money to buy food. I just want something to live off on."

"If you want this job, you kept your mouth shut about my offer. You will be given a name and a picture, along with some devices. You're job is to rid the universe of them. There are two others just like you."

At that, the lady pulled out $500 dollars and set it on the table. After seeing the confused look on the girl's face, the woman replied, "This is your beginning salary. $500 dollars for pocket money, I will provide room, clothes, and food for you. No raise until you complete a mission. Understood?" The girl silently nodded her head and pocketed the money. She followed the lady to her car. As she got in the passenger's seat, the lady added, "My name is Setsuna Meiou. When we are doing a mission, you will not acknowledge me at all, but if the need arises, my name is Time."

"I am Hotaru Tomoe…and I suppose you may call me Destruction."

"Perfect. When we get home, you will meet Blaze and Bunny."

Pulling up to the mansion, Hotaru eyed the large house. "Nice place."

Setsuna took Hotaru up to her room, which was very dark, the walls were painted black and there were small lamps decorating the otherwise empty room. The bed was queen sized, and had black sheets and comforters. "You can get clothes later. Go downstairs."

Sitting on the couch were two girls, both her age. One was wearing a tight red shirt, and tight black pants. The other was wearing a pink tank top with white shorts. "I'm Bunny!" Said the blonde. "My real name is Usagi Tsukino, but Bunny is my code name." Hotaru shook her hand while she turned to face the other girl. "My name is Rei Hino, and my code name is Blaze. It's a pleasure." Hotaru turned back to Setsuna. "Where is the weapon room?" she inquired quietly. "I'll take her." Rei voiced.

***

Rei and Hotaru entered the basement. Lined across walls were all the old fashioned weapons, which Hotaru was quite familiar with. On the other side of the wall, there were guns of all types and sizes. Seeing a worktable on the wall, Hotaru walked up to it. There, she saw multiple pins, earrings, headbands, and clips. "They are for altering." Rei informed her. "We take them apart, then install systems into them, such as tear gas, smoke bombs, detonation devices, tracers, timers, and you get the point." Content with the supplies, they walked back up, where Setsuna was having tea. They found Usagi sitting in front of the television, watching the news and taking notes.

After the first initial days, Hotaru felt right at home. With the new record of 9 kills in 3 days, Setsuna gave Hotaru a generous raise, doubling her salary. The illegal smugglers would be missing their shipment that month. Satisfied with her accomplishments, Hotaru accepted the offer to go clubbing with Rei and Usagi.

***Flashback ends***

Hotaru almost smiled in spite of herself. During their night at the club, they discovered Love, or Minako Aino. Fate had her odd way of playing her part. Hotaru stopped her train of thought when she reached an old wooden door at the end of a dark alley. Knocking twice, the door opened immediately. A young boy opened it. "Yes?" he inquired. "Hello Jacob, I'm here for more supplies." Smiling, he led her to the room behind the kitchen. There she met her usual dealer. "Destruction! It has been awhile. I have news for you. There is a new partner that we have added, you might know him." At that, an old man turned around.

"Hello, Hotaru." Stumbling back, she stared at the figure.

"Get away from me, father."

End

Author's notes: some of you are familiar with the great big mission in chapter 3. Sorry to let ya'll know this, but in the next chapter, you'll see DARV really branch off from DA.