Disclaimer- Hi! I'm Starbrigid. -Smiles widely- What's YOUR name? What do YOU like to do? I,
personally, get cheap thrills over exploiting the characters of Sailormoon, which do not
belong to me, they belong to Takeuchi-sama, and, um... other people... and, most
importantly, various slobbering rabid dogs who will eat me if they find out how eeeeevil I am!
But until then, I'm still living large! -grins insanely- Onto the author's notes!
Author's Notes- I've realized I can't update regularly. Still, I will be finishing this story. Please
check for future installments after this, and don't forget to review. Also, did you like my
disclaimer? I liked the imagery so much I used it for my BtVS story, OoTOoW, too! And I've
dedicated to say hi to some of my reviewers of chapter seven, as you can see.
Hatami- Thank you for your nice reviews! I'm sorry that I made you break your promise.
Remember, this installment will still be here when you allow yourself to read fanfiction again!
I don't want you to read this and feel bad.
Soluna- Wow, dedicated reviewer here! Sorry it took so long to update. Hope this chapter
resolves your question on Nephrite.
Wingnut- What the zark? Cool phrasing, my friend.
Creature of the Night- Cliffhangers ARE my specialty. I'm afraid that I'll never be able to
stop that nasty little habit.
Sarah- More funny situations, coming right up. :-)
Switching Sides
by Starbrigid
Chapter 8
"NEPHRITE?" False-Mamoru cried, astonised.
Indeed, there he was, in the flesh, standing before the three of them. He wore his Dark
Kingdom uniform, grey and gold, just like the last time Zoi had seen him before he croaked,
despite his supposedly turning to the senshi's side. It was fully intact as well, not ripped as it
had been before.
"Masaka..." False-Mamoru breathed.
Nephrite. His jaw clenched, threatening the urge to screw it all and break into completely
unfounded, irrational tears. He remembered fighting with this man so many times, competing
with him, and finally triumphing in his own, sneaky, dishonorable way. The man hadn't fallen
by his hand, he had fallen by the hand of his youma, but they were HIS youma, they called
him Zoisite-sama, HIM, so what did it matter?
And now... well apparently, Zoi wasn't as firmly in his role as second-ranked Tennou as he
had thought.
The auburn haired man smiled triumphantly. "Hai, Zoisite. I see you still recognize me after all
this time." His blue eyes flashed at False-Mamoru angrily, telling the man inside the body
that the rivalry they had entertained for so long was far from over. The blue nijizuishou
reflected prisms of light from his gloved hand, a lighter, clearer blue than his sinister eyes. All
three men were still gaping at him. He glanced at the girl's body at his feet, felt a brief pang
of guilt, then shoved her out of the way, smirking.
"I see you thought you saw the last of me, Zoisite," he directed pointedly to False-Mamoru.
"You were WRONG." Yeah, Zoi-CHAN. You fucked up again. How does that feel, huh? HUH? "I
refuse to let you take my Naru-chan away from me. You didn't, and you can never!"
False-Zoisite looked down and began to inspect his fingernails, an unconscious habit of his
body. He had fought against Nephrite for a little while, but the man's appearance didn't
startle him as much as it did the two Tennou, who had known the man for years and years.
After all, he hadn't even BEEN at Nephrite's death, though he'd heard about. He sighed,
marginally bored.
"Osaka Naru, huh? What does getting her back have to do with switching Zoisite and I's
bodies?"
Nephrite winced slightly. Damn that infuriatingly intelligent Tuxedo Kamen. You know, with all
the corny speeches he gave, one would expect his mind to be less quick than it was. "Well, I
do need Naru. But Zoisite needed to suffer for all the evil he's caused, too." That had
sounded a lot less corny in Nephrite's head. "I'm working on the Naru part next."
Kunzite came to his senses at roughly that point. Nephrite was back, apparently not dead.
Interesting, but still not alarming. Nephrite had never posed any sort of threat to him except
to him through Zoisite. He stepped forward, commanding. He still remained the one in
control, as always. "Enough of all this foolery. Nephrite, give me the girl's nijizuishou."
Nephrite glared at Kunzite and gripped the nijizuishou in his hands tighter. "No, Kunzite. I'm
not giving it to YOU." He was suddenly reduced before the other Tennou, it was obvious.
Everyone seemed lesser in front of Kunzite.
Kunzite laughed, derisively, pointedly, at Nephrite. "Silly little boy." Nephrite gritted his
teeth. Zoisite was a BOY. Not HIM. "You truly believe that you could defeat me in a fight?"
Kunzite continued, challengingly. Bring it on, his whole demeanor showed. I'll give you a
beating you won't soon recover from.
False-Mamo looked up, a thought suddenly occurring to him. "Hey. How can you be here,
anyway, Neffy-baka?" It was a show of how shaken Nephrite was by Kunzite that despite all
the circumstances, he didn't offer an angry reprimand at the 'Neffy-baka.'
Nephrite instead chuckled nervously. "Uh, heh. Heh. You and Tuxedo-baka will be stuck in
each other's bodies like that until you DIE."
False-Mamo sighed. "Don't try to change the subject, Neffy-baka." He giggled lightly. "I can
see being dead hasn't made you any less incompetent. How, I repeat, how are you here?
You're dead! That fact seriously should be stressed more. It's considered an inhibitor in most
places- well, actually EVERYWHERE." His midnight blue eyes narrowed, and he appeared to
be wishing some sort of bodily harm on the taller, auburn-haired man.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a huge staff appeared and bonked Nephrite over the head.
False-Mamo's eyes widened. "Wow. It WORKED?" He cleared his throat. "And now I wish that
Tuxedo Kamen-baka and I would get back to normal."
They didn't.
"No, you baka..." Kunzite trailed off, annoyed, then simply pointed.
The long gray staff had a bearer. The said owner of the staff was wearing a ridiculously
revealing sailor fuku, accentuating her long dark green hair, dark skin, garnet eyes, and time
staff, which had been the object used to bonk Nephrite. (Gotta love that time staff.)
Sailor Pluto. False-Mamoru and Kunzite both recognized her from hearing various legends as
they grew up. Watch out for the Angel of Time. Better be an obedient little slave to the Dark
Kingdom, boy, or the Angel of Time, Pluto-sama, will come get you, with her bright burning
powers and huge sickle of DEATH. False-Zoi, however, was clueless. He only recognized the
sailor fuku. He assumed she was some senshi he hadn't met yet.
Pluto glared at Nephrite, then continued what she had started. "How dare you defy all the
rules like this?" Bonk. "Use my time gate to your own selfish purposes?" Bonk. "Make a fool of
me?! ME!" Bonk! BONK!
"Wow," Kunzite breathed, for once in his life star-struck. "Pluto, the fabled senshi of time."
False Zoi sighed. "She doesn't seem all that impressive to me, personally." Kunzite in
response shot a doubtful glance at Pluto, who was still screaming at Nephrite and bonking
him over the head with her time staff. Over and over.
"You know, this is really embarrassing to watch," he continued, wincing. Kunzite nodded in
agreement. "Kind of pathetic, really."
"When she's done..." he glanced back... "punishing Nephrite, she WILL switch you two back,
won't she?"
"I don't know," False-Zoi sighed. "I have no idea who this crazy Pluto woman is. Zoisite,
what do you think?"
No answer.
"Zoisite?" he repeated.
No answer.
"Where's Zoisite?" Kunzite asked, frowning.
***
Motoki opened the door to his (extremely dirty) apartment with more than a little trepidation.
Who would be calling now?
"Konnichiwa, Motoki-kun!" False-Mamoru greeted him brightly. He wore a long, black leather
coat, which was kind of weird, considering how warm it was outside.
"Konnichiwa, Mamoru-kun," Motoki echoed, eyeing his friend warily. He still remembered
Mamoru's strange behavior.
"Please don't be alarmed," False-Mamoru sighed. "Really. I just wanted to have some quiet
time with a friend. You're my best friend, and I needed someone to talk to." He looked down.
"I've been really confused, Motoki-kun."
Motoki smiled, happy that Mamoru was finally coming to his senses. "I'll brew us a pot of tea,
okay, Mamoru-kun."
False-Mamoru smiled. "Sure. That sounds great." He turned and walked into Motoki's hall
closet to put away his coat.
"Motoki-kun?" he called. Motoki swirled around from his position, halfway to the kitchen, then
FROZE.
False-Mamoru had been wearing absolutely nothing under his coat.
"Aw, come on," False-Mamoru drawled. "Motoki-kun, we've been best friends for... how long?
Don't tell me you've never thought about it. Not even just once."
False-Mamoru stepped forward, pushed the still frozen Motoki against the wall of his
apartment. "So... what do you say, Motoki-chan?" he purred, pressing his lips against
Motoki's ear, then his body against Motoki's.
He rubbed his crotch against the other man's, and then reached for the STILL frozen other
man's shirt and began to unbutton it-
Motoki did the only sensible thing to do. He gaped, then fainted dead away.
False-Mamo grinned. Then he reached into Motoki's closet and withdrew his coat. He pulled
it on, loving the soft, smooth feel of the leather against his bare skin, which made him feel
so powerful, so much more than he was. He buttoned it up slowly, savoring the feeling. He was
on the loose now. His mission? To ruin Tuxedo Kamen's life.
First Furuhata Motoki. Next...
The world!
~End of chapter~
TBC, hopefully soon!
Don't forget to review!
personally, get cheap thrills over exploiting the characters of Sailormoon, which do not
belong to me, they belong to Takeuchi-sama, and, um... other people... and, most
importantly, various slobbering rabid dogs who will eat me if they find out how eeeeevil I am!
But until then, I'm still living large! -grins insanely- Onto the author's notes!
Author's Notes- I've realized I can't update regularly. Still, I will be finishing this story. Please
check for future installments after this, and don't forget to review. Also, did you like my
disclaimer? I liked the imagery so much I used it for my BtVS story, OoTOoW, too! And I've
dedicated to say hi to some of my reviewers of chapter seven, as you can see.
Hatami- Thank you for your nice reviews! I'm sorry that I made you break your promise.
Remember, this installment will still be here when you allow yourself to read fanfiction again!
I don't want you to read this and feel bad.
Soluna- Wow, dedicated reviewer here! Sorry it took so long to update. Hope this chapter
resolves your question on Nephrite.
Wingnut- What the zark? Cool phrasing, my friend.
Creature of the Night- Cliffhangers ARE my specialty. I'm afraid that I'll never be able to
stop that nasty little habit.
Sarah- More funny situations, coming right up. :-)
Switching Sides
by Starbrigid
Chapter 8
"NEPHRITE?" False-Mamoru cried, astonised.
Indeed, there he was, in the flesh, standing before the three of them. He wore his Dark
Kingdom uniform, grey and gold, just like the last time Zoi had seen him before he croaked,
despite his supposedly turning to the senshi's side. It was fully intact as well, not ripped as it
had been before.
"Masaka..." False-Mamoru breathed.
Nephrite. His jaw clenched, threatening the urge to screw it all and break into completely
unfounded, irrational tears. He remembered fighting with this man so many times, competing
with him, and finally triumphing in his own, sneaky, dishonorable way. The man hadn't fallen
by his hand, he had fallen by the hand of his youma, but they were HIS youma, they called
him Zoisite-sama, HIM, so what did it matter?
And now... well apparently, Zoi wasn't as firmly in his role as second-ranked Tennou as he
had thought.
The auburn haired man smiled triumphantly. "Hai, Zoisite. I see you still recognize me after all
this time." His blue eyes flashed at False-Mamoru angrily, telling the man inside the body
that the rivalry they had entertained for so long was far from over. The blue nijizuishou
reflected prisms of light from his gloved hand, a lighter, clearer blue than his sinister eyes. All
three men were still gaping at him. He glanced at the girl's body at his feet, felt a brief pang
of guilt, then shoved her out of the way, smirking.
"I see you thought you saw the last of me, Zoisite," he directed pointedly to False-Mamoru.
"You were WRONG." Yeah, Zoi-CHAN. You fucked up again. How does that feel, huh? HUH? "I
refuse to let you take my Naru-chan away from me. You didn't, and you can never!"
False-Zoisite looked down and began to inspect his fingernails, an unconscious habit of his
body. He had fought against Nephrite for a little while, but the man's appearance didn't
startle him as much as it did the two Tennou, who had known the man for years and years.
After all, he hadn't even BEEN at Nephrite's death, though he'd heard about. He sighed,
marginally bored.
"Osaka Naru, huh? What does getting her back have to do with switching Zoisite and I's
bodies?"
Nephrite winced slightly. Damn that infuriatingly intelligent Tuxedo Kamen. You know, with all
the corny speeches he gave, one would expect his mind to be less quick than it was. "Well, I
do need Naru. But Zoisite needed to suffer for all the evil he's caused, too." That had
sounded a lot less corny in Nephrite's head. "I'm working on the Naru part next."
Kunzite came to his senses at roughly that point. Nephrite was back, apparently not dead.
Interesting, but still not alarming. Nephrite had never posed any sort of threat to him except
to him through Zoisite. He stepped forward, commanding. He still remained the one in
control, as always. "Enough of all this foolery. Nephrite, give me the girl's nijizuishou."
Nephrite glared at Kunzite and gripped the nijizuishou in his hands tighter. "No, Kunzite. I'm
not giving it to YOU." He was suddenly reduced before the other Tennou, it was obvious.
Everyone seemed lesser in front of Kunzite.
Kunzite laughed, derisively, pointedly, at Nephrite. "Silly little boy." Nephrite gritted his
teeth. Zoisite was a BOY. Not HIM. "You truly believe that you could defeat me in a fight?"
Kunzite continued, challengingly. Bring it on, his whole demeanor showed. I'll give you a
beating you won't soon recover from.
False-Mamo looked up, a thought suddenly occurring to him. "Hey. How can you be here,
anyway, Neffy-baka?" It was a show of how shaken Nephrite was by Kunzite that despite all
the circumstances, he didn't offer an angry reprimand at the 'Neffy-baka.'
Nephrite instead chuckled nervously. "Uh, heh. Heh. You and Tuxedo-baka will be stuck in
each other's bodies like that until you DIE."
False-Mamo sighed. "Don't try to change the subject, Neffy-baka." He giggled lightly. "I can
see being dead hasn't made you any less incompetent. How, I repeat, how are you here?
You're dead! That fact seriously should be stressed more. It's considered an inhibitor in most
places- well, actually EVERYWHERE." His midnight blue eyes narrowed, and he appeared to
be wishing some sort of bodily harm on the taller, auburn-haired man.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a huge staff appeared and bonked Nephrite over the head.
False-Mamo's eyes widened. "Wow. It WORKED?" He cleared his throat. "And now I wish that
Tuxedo Kamen-baka and I would get back to normal."
They didn't.
"No, you baka..." Kunzite trailed off, annoyed, then simply pointed.
The long gray staff had a bearer. The said owner of the staff was wearing a ridiculously
revealing sailor fuku, accentuating her long dark green hair, dark skin, garnet eyes, and time
staff, which had been the object used to bonk Nephrite. (Gotta love that time staff.)
Sailor Pluto. False-Mamoru and Kunzite both recognized her from hearing various legends as
they grew up. Watch out for the Angel of Time. Better be an obedient little slave to the Dark
Kingdom, boy, or the Angel of Time, Pluto-sama, will come get you, with her bright burning
powers and huge sickle of DEATH. False-Zoi, however, was clueless. He only recognized the
sailor fuku. He assumed she was some senshi he hadn't met yet.
Pluto glared at Nephrite, then continued what she had started. "How dare you defy all the
rules like this?" Bonk. "Use my time gate to your own selfish purposes?" Bonk. "Make a fool of
me?! ME!" Bonk! BONK!
"Wow," Kunzite breathed, for once in his life star-struck. "Pluto, the fabled senshi of time."
False Zoi sighed. "She doesn't seem all that impressive to me, personally." Kunzite in
response shot a doubtful glance at Pluto, who was still screaming at Nephrite and bonking
him over the head with her time staff. Over and over.
"You know, this is really embarrassing to watch," he continued, wincing. Kunzite nodded in
agreement. "Kind of pathetic, really."
"When she's done..." he glanced back... "punishing Nephrite, she WILL switch you two back,
won't she?"
"I don't know," False-Zoi sighed. "I have no idea who this crazy Pluto woman is. Zoisite,
what do you think?"
No answer.
"Zoisite?" he repeated.
No answer.
"Where's Zoisite?" Kunzite asked, frowning.
***
Motoki opened the door to his (extremely dirty) apartment with more than a little trepidation.
Who would be calling now?
"Konnichiwa, Motoki-kun!" False-Mamoru greeted him brightly. He wore a long, black leather
coat, which was kind of weird, considering how warm it was outside.
"Konnichiwa, Mamoru-kun," Motoki echoed, eyeing his friend warily. He still remembered
Mamoru's strange behavior.
"Please don't be alarmed," False-Mamoru sighed. "Really. I just wanted to have some quiet
time with a friend. You're my best friend, and I needed someone to talk to." He looked down.
"I've been really confused, Motoki-kun."
Motoki smiled, happy that Mamoru was finally coming to his senses. "I'll brew us a pot of tea,
okay, Mamoru-kun."
False-Mamoru smiled. "Sure. That sounds great." He turned and walked into Motoki's hall
closet to put away his coat.
"Motoki-kun?" he called. Motoki swirled around from his position, halfway to the kitchen, then
FROZE.
False-Mamoru had been wearing absolutely nothing under his coat.
"Aw, come on," False-Mamoru drawled. "Motoki-kun, we've been best friends for... how long?
Don't tell me you've never thought about it. Not even just once."
False-Mamoru stepped forward, pushed the still frozen Motoki against the wall of his
apartment. "So... what do you say, Motoki-chan?" he purred, pressing his lips against
Motoki's ear, then his body against Motoki's.
He rubbed his crotch against the other man's, and then reached for the STILL frozen other
man's shirt and began to unbutton it-
Motoki did the only sensible thing to do. He gaped, then fainted dead away.
False-Mamo grinned. Then he reached into Motoki's closet and withdrew his coat. He pulled
it on, loving the soft, smooth feel of the leather against his bare skin, which made him feel
so powerful, so much more than he was. He buttoned it up slowly, savoring the feeling. He was
on the loose now. His mission? To ruin Tuxedo Kamen's life.
First Furuhata Motoki. Next...
The world!
~End of chapter~
TBC, hopefully soon!
Don't forget to review!