Disclaimer- Sailormoon is Takeuchi-sama's. SIGH.
Author's Note- Thanks for all the nice reviews! Keep 'em coming! This is the part where Ami
and Makoto start playing a larger role. This chapter is mostly dialogue, establishing the
situation and furthering the plot. I'll try to continue updating this story at a fairly
consistent rate.
Switching Sides
by Starbrigid
Chapter Six
"You. Girl. How do you know who Zoisite is?"
Usagi sweatdropped and face-faulted, very heavily. She quickly recovered, however, though
not very well. What could she say? She certainly couldn't tell them that she was Sailor
Moon.
"I've... met him before?" Usagi offered lamely. She winced. God, why did she have to be so
stupid?
False-Mamoru crossed his arms. "Uh-uh. I've never met you, Odango." He hadn't ever met
her as ZOISITE, that is.
Usagi's eyes widened. "You jerk! A few minutes ago, you were proposing marriage to me! Are all
men this insensitive!" She bashed him over the head, just for good measure.
Kunzite sighed. This girl was definitely no rocket scientist. She had completely missed the
connection between Mamoru and Zoisite. But how did she know Zoi in the first place? He
opened his mouth to ask again.
"My academic future is over!" he suddenly heard a distinctly female voice wail. Two girls walked
out the door, one with blue hair, one tall and brunette. The brunette appeared to be comforting
the blue-haired one, who was heartbroken somehow.
"There, there, Ami-chan," the brunette said in a dull monotone. She wasn't entirely sure
what to say to her. She hadn't known Ami as long as Rei or Usagi had, and honestly wasn't
sure what would make the girl feel better.
"No!" Ami shrieked. "I got kicked out! Into the hallway! Oh, degradation! Oh, humiliation! Oh,
DESPAIR!"
Ami really did have a melodramatic streak, didn't she?
"It's okay, Ami-chan," Mako said, patting her on the back awkwardly. "Let it go. It happens
to everyone."
Suddenly, Ami rounded on her. "It's all YOUR fault, Makoto-chan!" she cried passionately.
"It's all because YOU passed that note to me! You're the one who got me in trouble. I'm
blameless! Oh, horrible tragedy!"
"Oh, come off it, Ami-chan," Mako muttered. "Deal." Suddenly, she noticed some white-
haired guy, Usagi, Mamoru, and Zoisite all staring at the two of them. She winced
apologetically. "Sorry," Mako called to them. She gestured to Ami. "She's mental. It
happens."
Suddenly, Makoto did a double take. Usagi, Mamoru, and Zoisite. Zoisite? "Oh my god.
ZOISITE?"
Ami turned, still sniffling, then her blue eyes got wide and her mouth flapped open. "Mako-
chan, we should run. We're not transformed," she whispered, academic failure forgotten.
"But what about Usagi-chan?" Makoto whispered, gesturing to their friend in the midst of the
three guys.
"Mamoru-san," Ami asked slowly, "What are you doing with Zoisite?"
Kunzite sighed. He hated being ignored. He was a guy in jeans wearing a CAPE, for god's sake! And
he was the Ice King! The highest-ranked of the Shitennou (no actually, more like the Nitennou,
but whatever.)
False-Mamoru's brow furrowed. "Do I know you guys?" he asked. And the brunette did look
vaguely familiar to him. All of a sudden he realized from where. "Hey! You're the one who hit
me in the face!" he exclaimed, pointing at Makoto.
Makoto reddened. "Hey! I never hit you, Mamoru-san!"
All of a sudden, everything became clear to Ami. "Oh. Now I understand," she declared. She
stood up and waited until she had everyone's attention. "Mamoru-san is in Zoisite's body,"
she pointed to False-Zoisite, "And Zoisite is in Mamoru-san's body."
Blink.
Blink.
Blink.
"Who else finds this girl scary?" Kunzite asked idly. Zoisite and Mamoru both raised their
hands. Usagi and Makoto, however, were staring, shocked. People seemed to be doing that a
lot lately.
"Oh my god, oh god, oh god!" Usagi shrieked. "Zoisite asked me out! Zoisite PROPOSED to
me!"
"Hey, I was just fooling around," False-Mamoru said, sounding offended. "It didn't mean
anything. I already have my Kunzite-sama." He leaned on the white-haired man, who looked
at Tuxedo Kamen's body dubiously.
"Oh, god," Makoto breathed. "Usagi and... Zoisite?" Then her gaze flicked to Kunzite and
False-Mamoru. "Hey, Mamoru-san, are you gay?" she called.
"No! I most certainly am not gay!" Those words really didn't sound as convincing coming from
False-Zoisite's mouth.
Ami whipped out her mini-computer, pointed it at Kunzite, then read it. The dark magic
readings were off the charts. "Oh, wow," she whispered. Then she grabbed Makoto and
Usagi's arms. "Now we must be going. We do have classes, everyone. Heh. Heh." Makoto
and Usagi, who were both staring at False-Mamo and False-Zoi, were completely unresisting.
"ZOISITE proposed to me..." Usagi trailed off, shocked.
"Zoisite proposed to Usagi..." Makoto said dully.
"No," Kunzite said regally. He waved his hand, and they were magically bound where they
stood. "How do you know Zoisite?"
"Mamoru in Zoisite's body... Zoisite in Mamoru's..." Makoto whispered. "Oh my god."
Ami, always the intelligent one, managed to get her sense back and come up with a good lie.
"This is embarrassing to say, but we spied on him once when he was fighting the sailor senshi. I
was quite curious, it was all my fault. I'm very interested in magic, you see." Her gaze flicked
to Kunzite. "You're using magic on us now, aren't you? I'd appreciate it if you let us go."
"ZOISITE proposed to me..." Usagi continued, shocked.
Kunzite scowled. Something about her story just didn't ring true, but it was perfectly
credible, and there was no way to prove it wrong. "Very well. We'll be going now. Come on,
Mamoru, Zoisite."
Makoto: "Mamoru in Zoisite's body, Zoisite in Mamoru's..."
"Mamoru-san, how do YOU know Zoisite?" Ami asked. She knew she should try to escape, but her
curiousity overwhelmed her common sense. "I can tell from your behavior that you do."
Blink.
Blink.
Blink.
"Okay, this girl is just too smart," False-Mamoru declared, tilting his head up at Kunzite in a
rather disturbing fashion.
"It can't be natural," False-Zoisite agreed. "I always thought that. And also, why would
someone so smart want to be a friend of the Odango Atama's? It makes you wonder, doesn't it?"
Usagi: "ZOISITE proposed to me..."
Makoto: "Mamoru and Zoisite switched bodies. That's... WOW."
"How do you know Zoisite, Mamoru?" Ami repeated.
Usagi: "ZOISITE proposed to me..."
Both False-Mamoru and False-Zoisite answered at the same time.
False-Mamoru- "I don't know this body. I just got plunked into it." He told the truth,
shrugging.
False-Zoisite- "Zoisite bumped into me on the street." He lied.
"But I mean, Mamoru-baka, and, and Zoisite," Makoto stammered. "Wow."
"Yeah, REAL believable," Ami said, rolling her eyes. They thought they could fool her? Their
stories weren't even the same.
"Are you sure it would be a good idea to get us mad, little girl?" Kunzite asked, eyes
narrowing at the blue-haired brain.
Usagi: "ZOISITE proposed to me..."
Ami giggled nervously. She had forgotten herself. "No, I don't think it is. But you have to
admit, it's a legitimate question."
"Why don't you take care of your friends instead, Ami or whatever your name is," False-
Zoisite said nervously. "They don't seem to be absorbing your revelation very well."
Makoto: "Mamoru in Zoisite's body. They switched. How could this happen? Zoisite in Mamoru's
body?"
"Kunzite-sama," False-Mamoru said, and leaned closer to Kunzite. Kunzite leaned
subsequently away. It was weird. He knew it was Zoisite in there, but it was Tuxedo Kamen
that he saw treating him like they slept together. "Their story isn't true. I remember the tall
brunette girl. What did they call her. Oh, yeah, Makoto."
Makoto: "ZOISITE PROPOSED TO USAGI..."
Kunzite turned to False-Mamoru. "What? How did you meet her?"
"Back when I was going after the first nijizuishou carrier, she defended him against me. She
hit me in the face-" False-Mamoru pouted at this- "then took the guy and ran."
Usagi: "ZOISITE proposed to me..."
Ami turned pale at this. Kunzite pushed False-Mamoru away, and closed in on her. She
desperately wanted to back away, but her legs were held in place. Come on, Ami-chan, she
told herself. Be brave. Be strong. Be a worthy senshi.
"Have you been lying to us, brainy little girl?"
If they found out the three of them were the senshi, this Kunzite guy would kill them without
a thought. Neither False-Mamoru and False-Zoisite seemed that interested in the
proceedings, either.
"Hey, how do you know me, anyway? I thought you were just some normal guy," False-
Mamoru asked, puzzled.
False-Zoisite sighed, then threw caution to the winds. "I'm not. I'm Tuxedo Kamen."
False-Mamoru's face contracted in disgust. "Oh, my god! Ew! Ew! EW! OH MY GOD, GET ME
OUT OF THIS BODY!" He began to claw at his body in disgust. "Get me out!"
"What a spaz," False-Zoisite rolled his eyes. "I can't believe YOU'RE my enemy."
"Oh, by the way, that Motoki guy says hi," False-Mamoru said casually. "And your second-
period history class. Especially the teacher, Mr. Hartman. I made quite an impression. You
know, Kamen, your life is really lame. I can't believe my main rival has such a sucky existence.
But to be fair, I did liven it up a little for you."
"What did you do?" False-Zoisite asked frantically. What was he going to have to face when he got
back to his own life?
"Nothing that bad," False-Mamoru said dismissively. "Mainly for the past few days I've just
been sexually harassing the Odango Atama."
"Oh my god," False-Zoisite breathed. "My life. Is over."
All of a sudden, they heard a loud, scratchy female voice that was all too familiar. "Why?
What's wrong, Zoisite? You and Kunzite ARE working on finding my nijizuishou, AREN'T YOU?"
Kunzite looked up from menacing a squeaking Ami. "Queen Beryl-sama?" he asked,
incredulous. This was all like some sort of horrible nightmare. Either that, or one of those
laughable human 'soap operas.'
"Yes, it's me!" Indeed, a hologram projection of the queen stood before the six people. They
all reacted in different ways.
Makoto stared at the woman, shocked, then her common sense kicked in. Her gaze darted
around, torn between fight or flee. She couldn't tell that Queen Beryl was just a projected
message.
Ami looked up, purely curious, and then whipped out her computer and began to type
furiously. God, had that girl been born without the human survival instinct?
Kunzite turned red, freaked, worried, then quickly composed himself to address their queen.
If he lost it and betrayed their problem, and the fact that they were openly disobeying her
orders, they were done for. That would be it for him and Zoisite, and probably for Tuxedo
Kamen and the three annoying, suspicious schoolgirls, too, though he didn't really care about
the latter four.
Usagi stopped her dull mantra, looked up, saw the huge, tall, spiky, scary bitch queen looming
above her, then had the typical ditzy Usagi response, and in truth the only appropriate one.
She fainted dead away.
False-Mamoru grimaced and hid his face in Kunzite's cape. This was a much harder feat than
it had been in his body, seeing how much closer they were in height now.
False-Zoisite took one look at her, then peed his pants.
"Of course we'll find your nijizuishou, Queen Beryl-sama," Kunzite quickly replied. "We're
looking for the carrier right now. We're currently questioning these local girls." He gestured
to Usagi, Ami, and Makoto.
The part about the questioning wasn't too credible, however, because Usagi was lying on the
ground unconscious, Ami was typing in her computer, paying no particular reverence or concern to
Kunzite or False-Zoi at all. And Makoto? Despite being bound by Kunzite's spell, she was still
trying to run like hell. Kunzite's glance flicked over them nervously, but he waited to see if
his queen would buy it.
Luckily, she actually did. She sighed, fidgeted. Queen Beryl had officially gone over the deep
end, Kunzite thought idly. Good news for him. "Okay, then," she said, "But hurry. Metallia-sama's
waiting."
The hologram flickered off, and Kunzite sighed, glared at False-Mamoru and False-Zoisite.
God, the two enemies were completely useless. "What are we going to do now?"
TBC.
Don't forget to review!
Author's Note- Thanks for all the nice reviews! Keep 'em coming! This is the part where Ami
and Makoto start playing a larger role. This chapter is mostly dialogue, establishing the
situation and furthering the plot. I'll try to continue updating this story at a fairly
consistent rate.
Switching Sides
by Starbrigid
Chapter Six
"You. Girl. How do you know who Zoisite is?"
Usagi sweatdropped and face-faulted, very heavily. She quickly recovered, however, though
not very well. What could she say? She certainly couldn't tell them that she was Sailor
Moon.
"I've... met him before?" Usagi offered lamely. She winced. God, why did she have to be so
stupid?
False-Mamoru crossed his arms. "Uh-uh. I've never met you, Odango." He hadn't ever met
her as ZOISITE, that is.
Usagi's eyes widened. "You jerk! A few minutes ago, you were proposing marriage to me! Are all
men this insensitive!" She bashed him over the head, just for good measure.
Kunzite sighed. This girl was definitely no rocket scientist. She had completely missed the
connection between Mamoru and Zoisite. But how did she know Zoi in the first place? He
opened his mouth to ask again.
"My academic future is over!" he suddenly heard a distinctly female voice wail. Two girls walked
out the door, one with blue hair, one tall and brunette. The brunette appeared to be comforting
the blue-haired one, who was heartbroken somehow.
"There, there, Ami-chan," the brunette said in a dull monotone. She wasn't entirely sure
what to say to her. She hadn't known Ami as long as Rei or Usagi had, and honestly wasn't
sure what would make the girl feel better.
"No!" Ami shrieked. "I got kicked out! Into the hallway! Oh, degradation! Oh, humiliation! Oh,
DESPAIR!"
Ami really did have a melodramatic streak, didn't she?
"It's okay, Ami-chan," Mako said, patting her on the back awkwardly. "Let it go. It happens
to everyone."
Suddenly, Ami rounded on her. "It's all YOUR fault, Makoto-chan!" she cried passionately.
"It's all because YOU passed that note to me! You're the one who got me in trouble. I'm
blameless! Oh, horrible tragedy!"
"Oh, come off it, Ami-chan," Mako muttered. "Deal." Suddenly, she noticed some white-
haired guy, Usagi, Mamoru, and Zoisite all staring at the two of them. She winced
apologetically. "Sorry," Mako called to them. She gestured to Ami. "She's mental. It
happens."
Suddenly, Makoto did a double take. Usagi, Mamoru, and Zoisite. Zoisite? "Oh my god.
ZOISITE?"
Ami turned, still sniffling, then her blue eyes got wide and her mouth flapped open. "Mako-
chan, we should run. We're not transformed," she whispered, academic failure forgotten.
"But what about Usagi-chan?" Makoto whispered, gesturing to their friend in the midst of the
three guys.
"Mamoru-san," Ami asked slowly, "What are you doing with Zoisite?"
Kunzite sighed. He hated being ignored. He was a guy in jeans wearing a CAPE, for god's sake! And
he was the Ice King! The highest-ranked of the Shitennou (no actually, more like the Nitennou,
but whatever.)
False-Mamoru's brow furrowed. "Do I know you guys?" he asked. And the brunette did look
vaguely familiar to him. All of a sudden he realized from where. "Hey! You're the one who hit
me in the face!" he exclaimed, pointing at Makoto.
Makoto reddened. "Hey! I never hit you, Mamoru-san!"
All of a sudden, everything became clear to Ami. "Oh. Now I understand," she declared. She
stood up and waited until she had everyone's attention. "Mamoru-san is in Zoisite's body,"
she pointed to False-Zoisite, "And Zoisite is in Mamoru-san's body."
Blink.
Blink.
Blink.
"Who else finds this girl scary?" Kunzite asked idly. Zoisite and Mamoru both raised their
hands. Usagi and Makoto, however, were staring, shocked. People seemed to be doing that a
lot lately.
"Oh my god, oh god, oh god!" Usagi shrieked. "Zoisite asked me out! Zoisite PROPOSED to
me!"
"Hey, I was just fooling around," False-Mamoru said, sounding offended. "It didn't mean
anything. I already have my Kunzite-sama." He leaned on the white-haired man, who looked
at Tuxedo Kamen's body dubiously.
"Oh, god," Makoto breathed. "Usagi and... Zoisite?" Then her gaze flicked to Kunzite and
False-Mamoru. "Hey, Mamoru-san, are you gay?" she called.
"No! I most certainly am not gay!" Those words really didn't sound as convincing coming from
False-Zoisite's mouth.
Ami whipped out her mini-computer, pointed it at Kunzite, then read it. The dark magic
readings were off the charts. "Oh, wow," she whispered. Then she grabbed Makoto and
Usagi's arms. "Now we must be going. We do have classes, everyone. Heh. Heh." Makoto
and Usagi, who were both staring at False-Mamo and False-Zoi, were completely unresisting.
"ZOISITE proposed to me..." Usagi trailed off, shocked.
"Zoisite proposed to Usagi..." Makoto said dully.
"No," Kunzite said regally. He waved his hand, and they were magically bound where they
stood. "How do you know Zoisite?"
"Mamoru in Zoisite's body... Zoisite in Mamoru's..." Makoto whispered. "Oh my god."
Ami, always the intelligent one, managed to get her sense back and come up with a good lie.
"This is embarrassing to say, but we spied on him once when he was fighting the sailor senshi. I
was quite curious, it was all my fault. I'm very interested in magic, you see." Her gaze flicked
to Kunzite. "You're using magic on us now, aren't you? I'd appreciate it if you let us go."
"ZOISITE proposed to me..." Usagi continued, shocked.
Kunzite scowled. Something about her story just didn't ring true, but it was perfectly
credible, and there was no way to prove it wrong. "Very well. We'll be going now. Come on,
Mamoru, Zoisite."
Makoto: "Mamoru in Zoisite's body, Zoisite in Mamoru's..."
"Mamoru-san, how do YOU know Zoisite?" Ami asked. She knew she should try to escape, but her
curiousity overwhelmed her common sense. "I can tell from your behavior that you do."
Blink.
Blink.
Blink.
"Okay, this girl is just too smart," False-Mamoru declared, tilting his head up at Kunzite in a
rather disturbing fashion.
"It can't be natural," False-Zoisite agreed. "I always thought that. And also, why would
someone so smart want to be a friend of the Odango Atama's? It makes you wonder, doesn't it?"
Usagi: "ZOISITE proposed to me..."
Makoto: "Mamoru and Zoisite switched bodies. That's... WOW."
"How do you know Zoisite, Mamoru?" Ami repeated.
Usagi: "ZOISITE proposed to me..."
Both False-Mamoru and False-Zoisite answered at the same time.
False-Mamoru- "I don't know this body. I just got plunked into it." He told the truth,
shrugging.
False-Zoisite- "Zoisite bumped into me on the street." He lied.
"But I mean, Mamoru-baka, and, and Zoisite," Makoto stammered. "Wow."
"Yeah, REAL believable," Ami said, rolling her eyes. They thought they could fool her? Their
stories weren't even the same.
"Are you sure it would be a good idea to get us mad, little girl?" Kunzite asked, eyes
narrowing at the blue-haired brain.
Usagi: "ZOISITE proposed to me..."
Ami giggled nervously. She had forgotten herself. "No, I don't think it is. But you have to
admit, it's a legitimate question."
"Why don't you take care of your friends instead, Ami or whatever your name is," False-
Zoisite said nervously. "They don't seem to be absorbing your revelation very well."
Makoto: "Mamoru in Zoisite's body. They switched. How could this happen? Zoisite in Mamoru's
body?"
"Kunzite-sama," False-Mamoru said, and leaned closer to Kunzite. Kunzite leaned
subsequently away. It was weird. He knew it was Zoisite in there, but it was Tuxedo Kamen
that he saw treating him like they slept together. "Their story isn't true. I remember the tall
brunette girl. What did they call her. Oh, yeah, Makoto."
Makoto: "ZOISITE PROPOSED TO USAGI..."
Kunzite turned to False-Mamoru. "What? How did you meet her?"
"Back when I was going after the first nijizuishou carrier, she defended him against me. She
hit me in the face-" False-Mamoru pouted at this- "then took the guy and ran."
Usagi: "ZOISITE proposed to me..."
Ami turned pale at this. Kunzite pushed False-Mamoru away, and closed in on her. She
desperately wanted to back away, but her legs were held in place. Come on, Ami-chan, she
told herself. Be brave. Be strong. Be a worthy senshi.
"Have you been lying to us, brainy little girl?"
If they found out the three of them were the senshi, this Kunzite guy would kill them without
a thought. Neither False-Mamoru and False-Zoisite seemed that interested in the
proceedings, either.
"Hey, how do you know me, anyway? I thought you were just some normal guy," False-
Mamoru asked, puzzled.
False-Zoisite sighed, then threw caution to the winds. "I'm not. I'm Tuxedo Kamen."
False-Mamoru's face contracted in disgust. "Oh, my god! Ew! Ew! EW! OH MY GOD, GET ME
OUT OF THIS BODY!" He began to claw at his body in disgust. "Get me out!"
"What a spaz," False-Zoisite rolled his eyes. "I can't believe YOU'RE my enemy."
"Oh, by the way, that Motoki guy says hi," False-Mamoru said casually. "And your second-
period history class. Especially the teacher, Mr. Hartman. I made quite an impression. You
know, Kamen, your life is really lame. I can't believe my main rival has such a sucky existence.
But to be fair, I did liven it up a little for you."
"What did you do?" False-Zoisite asked frantically. What was he going to have to face when he got
back to his own life?
"Nothing that bad," False-Mamoru said dismissively. "Mainly for the past few days I've just
been sexually harassing the Odango Atama."
"Oh my god," False-Zoisite breathed. "My life. Is over."
All of a sudden, they heard a loud, scratchy female voice that was all too familiar. "Why?
What's wrong, Zoisite? You and Kunzite ARE working on finding my nijizuishou, AREN'T YOU?"
Kunzite looked up from menacing a squeaking Ami. "Queen Beryl-sama?" he asked,
incredulous. This was all like some sort of horrible nightmare. Either that, or one of those
laughable human 'soap operas.'
"Yes, it's me!" Indeed, a hologram projection of the queen stood before the six people. They
all reacted in different ways.
Makoto stared at the woman, shocked, then her common sense kicked in. Her gaze darted
around, torn between fight or flee. She couldn't tell that Queen Beryl was just a projected
message.
Ami looked up, purely curious, and then whipped out her computer and began to type
furiously. God, had that girl been born without the human survival instinct?
Kunzite turned red, freaked, worried, then quickly composed himself to address their queen.
If he lost it and betrayed their problem, and the fact that they were openly disobeying her
orders, they were done for. That would be it for him and Zoisite, and probably for Tuxedo
Kamen and the three annoying, suspicious schoolgirls, too, though he didn't really care about
the latter four.
Usagi stopped her dull mantra, looked up, saw the huge, tall, spiky, scary bitch queen looming
above her, then had the typical ditzy Usagi response, and in truth the only appropriate one.
She fainted dead away.
False-Mamoru grimaced and hid his face in Kunzite's cape. This was a much harder feat than
it had been in his body, seeing how much closer they were in height now.
False-Zoisite took one look at her, then peed his pants.
"Of course we'll find your nijizuishou, Queen Beryl-sama," Kunzite quickly replied. "We're
looking for the carrier right now. We're currently questioning these local girls." He gestured
to Usagi, Ami, and Makoto.
The part about the questioning wasn't too credible, however, because Usagi was lying on the
ground unconscious, Ami was typing in her computer, paying no particular reverence or concern to
Kunzite or False-Zoi at all. And Makoto? Despite being bound by Kunzite's spell, she was still
trying to run like hell. Kunzite's glance flicked over them nervously, but he waited to see if
his queen would buy it.
Luckily, she actually did. She sighed, fidgeted. Queen Beryl had officially gone over the deep
end, Kunzite thought idly. Good news for him. "Okay, then," she said, "But hurry. Metallia-sama's
waiting."
The hologram flickered off, and Kunzite sighed, glared at False-Mamoru and False-Zoisite.
God, the two enemies were completely useless. "What are we going to do now?"
TBC.
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