Disclaimer- The Tennou, Tuxedo Kamen, and Sailor Pluto belong to Naoko-sama and various.
Oh, BTW, the Inner Senshi do too, but we don't really care about them, do we?
Author's Note- I'm back! Again, thanks to everyone for their nice reviews. This is a pretty
long chapter compared to some of the previous ones, anyway, o I decided not to put individual
thanks this time, but I'm very grateful.
-smiles, GRATEFULLY-
Anyway, the plot is winding down. I didn't know exactly what everyone was going to do as
they wrote this chapter. They sort of chose it all themselves, especially False-Mamoru, that
little devil. Now, I know normally Zoisite wouldn't disobey or defy his Kunzaito-sama in any
way, but all through the story, he's been feeling rather detached from his Dark Kingdom life,
and more his own person. I don't know about you, but by this chapter, I can really see Zoi-
kun going for it.
Switching Sides
by Starbrigid
Chapter Nine
Kunzite sighed, looking slightly worried. The sounds of enraged female screeching and
bonking had faded slightly in volume, so it seemed that Pluto-san would be done with
Nephrite pretty soon. Where was Zoisite? Why would Zoi skip out now?
False-Zoisite was SURE where False-Mamoru had gone. "He wants to be put back, I bet," he
commented quietly to Kunzite. "But he saw an opportunity he couldn't ignore. He has my
body within control. He knows who I am!" False-Zoisite's fists clenched. It was odd, Kunzite
thought idly, how different Zoisite's body looked when occupied by himself or Tuxedo Kamen.
"He's out there, ruining my life!"
Kunzite sighed. "Judging from how much I know of you so far, Kamen-san, I can't say I'm
entirely sure you don't deserve it."
It took a second for False-Zoi to realize he'd been insulted. "Very funny," he remarked
darkly.
Kunzite sighed heavily. "I think I prefer Zoisite in there much better."
"Yeah," False-Zoi shot back, in a mood for payback. "Because he thinks you're the sun and
moon and stars. Because he does whatever you say. Because he lets you fuck him."
"Shut up, Kamen," Kunzite snapped. "I won't be mocked by a mere child like you."
Tuxedo Kamen had months of taunting the Odango Atama to rely back on. He grinned. "Isn't
that when I'm doing right now, then? Admit it, somebody struck a nerve!"
"Don't talk about Zoisite that crudely," Kunzite continued, fixing his steel gaze on False-Zoi.
False-Zoi shrunk back, intimidated.
"Um, okay. I'll be quiet now-"
Pluto straightened up at that point, holding a beaten Nephrite in one gloved hand and her
much-loved staff in another. "Very well. I'm not supposed to interfere in time that much, but
it's already been interfered in quite a bit."
Nephrite glared up at her, angry at his humiliation before his two fellow Tennou, angry at his
revenge being put on hold. "The Stars know every-" he began, but Pluto whirled around
quickly. She whispered something, and then a purple globe of energy shot from her staff and
slammed into him. Kunzite and False-Zoi watched, impressed, as Nephrite screamed then
flew back into the wall, Kunzite idly wondering if needed he could take the Pluto Senshi.
"What has been done can be undone," she uttered cryptically, now back to her stoic Angel
of Time persona. False-Zoi snickered under his breath. It was little late for THAT to start
showing itself.
Pluto turned her keen garnet eyes onto the two she was planning to switch back, False-Zoi
and False-Mamo- False-Mamoru? Where was False-Mamoru?
"Where is the other one?" she asked False-Zoi and Kunzite, who both winced.
"We kind of don't know," False-Zoi finally said, earning a glare from Kunzite. "Zoisite skipped
out, that lame, useless, good-for-nothing super fa-"
A second later- "Ow! By dose! By poor, poor dose!"
Pluto looked vaguely amused, and Nephrite was snickering, amused despite his rather dire
situation. "Was that completely necessary, Kunzite-san?" Pluto asked, raising a dark green
eyebrow.
Kunzite nodded. "Tuxedo Kamen is an unmanageable little boy. Such measures are
necessary."
Pluto smiled mysteriously. "If you only knew what the future had in store..."
"What?" False-Zoi asked, interested. Pluto didn't reply.
Kunzite sighed. He was surrounded, SURROUNDED by LITTLE CHILDREN and SIMPERING
IDIOTS. "She's being cryptic again," he groaned. The life of the Ice King was not an easy
one.
"So," Nephrite interjected, bored, "What? Are we going to track Zoisite down, or what?
Because I know, grand revenge and all, but the three of you are starting to bore me."
Pluto, Kunzite, and False-Zoisite all glared at him.
"Hey," Nephrite said defensively. "You need to stay on task, people." Kunzite gritted his
teeth. To be told that, like a little child, by a failed Tennou, the Traitor...
"Very well, then," Kunzite nodded. "That is what we shall do." Then he remembered the
rather dangerous, all-powerful time senshi that was there as well. "If, of course, Pluto-san
agrees."
"I have no complaints with that course of action," Pluto said diplomatically.
Kunzite nodded. "Very good."
"Um..." False-Zoi raised his hand, causing all three of his companions to chuckle. "Can I say
something?" Pluto nodded. "It'll be easier to search the streets if Nephrite and Pluto-san
change into normal clothes."
Nephrite sighed, overpowered but still unbroken. "Do we HAVE to change them back?"
"YES!" All four of his companions screeched at him. He winced. "Hai, hai! I get it!" He looked
down sullenly, not happy at the prospect of his revenge failing and his return from the dead
being cut short. "The Stars will punish you," he pouted.
"We're trembling, Nephrite-CHAN," Kunzite said smoothly. He waved a hand, and Pluto and
Nephrite's clothes transformed into ordinary street clothes.
Pluto pushed Nephrite towards the exit. "You go first, one who is so impudent towards the
flow of time."
Nephrite glared at her. "You know my name, woman! N-E-P-H-R-I-T-E..." he spelled it out
slowly, like Pluto was brain-damaged or something. "Use it! Ne-fu-rai-to!"
Bonk!
"Ow!"
False-Mamoru sighed and leaned over towards Kunzite, who had automatically taken a
position at 'Zoisite's' right. "Wow, what an effective team WE are." Then he yawned.
"Aw, I'm tired. Do we have to do the search thing now? I've been up for days, being yelled
at by evil bitch queens, trying to fend off the lovely first Tennou's sexual innuendoes, and
searching for the nijizuishou and my own body, which has skipped out on me!" He breathed
hard. "Wow, if I'd have known I was going to go on that long, I would have brought myself
some water."
"You can sleep, Kamen, AFTER we right you and Zoisite-" Kunzite began, but their decision
was made for them shortly after.
A now heavily snoring False-Zoi had passed out on the dimly moonlit steps of the Azabu
Technical Institute.
***
After his highly entertaining visit to Motoki the previous night, False-Mamoru had crashed at
his luxurious apartment. Refreshed after a good night sleep, he went through his automatic
personal grooming, then began to plan his day. The possibilities were endless, he thought
happily. He was finally free.
He vaguely remembered something about a second-period class of Kamen's, then the details
slid into place. Did Kamen have the class again today? On closer inspection... he DID! Oh,
this was just wonderful. Yes, it was high time to pay another, way overdue visit to Mr.
Hartman's second-period British Lit class. After throwing a leather jacket on, which made him
look quite the dashing scoundrel (especially in conservative JAPAN) he dashed out of his
apartment.
He entered around the same time he had before, around fifteen minutes later. He could once
again hear the soft sounds of Mr. Hartman's deep voice babbling on about some irrelevant
British thing and the attentive, gifted students' pencils scratching down notes onto their
paper, a mile a minute. False-Mamoru grinned. Too orderly. They couldn't have that, now
could they?
He stepped into open view then, right into dramatic light, which did wonders for Mamoru's
profile, he noticed. Several students, as well as the astonished teacher, gasped. False-
Mamoru hadn't heard that many people gasp at one time before. It was kinda cool.
"Konnichiwa, minna," he announced brightly. "I'm back."
Several people, Reiko and her friends among them, shrieked. The aforementioned Reiko
herself made a beeline for the only exit, the front one. However, False-Mamoru stood in front
of it, his now bulky form giving him a lot more menacing presence. He looked down at Reiko,
smirked condescendingly.
For a second, Zoisite shone through, the pretty, androgynous man, the silly, loving man, the
Third King, the killer of Nephrite and so many others. For a second his midnight blue eyes
flashed, and it was HIM, not Mamoru, that the so-intelligent Reiko was seeing.
"Go back to your seat, Reiko-san," False-Mamoru said quietly. She scampered back as fast
as she could. Once she was firmly down, he strode across to the front of the room, next to
Hartman's slightly smaller form. He looked across the rows of desks, looked each boy and girl
student in the eye, dared them to run, dared them to resist his new authority.
None of them did.
Next, he finally looked at Hartman. The man was gaping at him like a fish. It made his face
look quite unattractive. He locked his own eyes with the meek human man's, sent a clear
message through their gaze that Hartman could not possibly pretend to misunderstand.
Then, the man sighed, looked down, and plopped his body into a student desk at the back of
the room.
"Welcome, class," False-Mamoru said coldly. "Today, I'm in charge." No one dared say
anything to that extraordinary statement.
He crossed over to Hartman's desk and looked through a folder on it. Plans for today's
lesson. He flipped through them, scanning them lazily. "Boring, stupid, useless, boring,
snobby, boring." He tossed the entirety of them folder into the neat little trash can by the
side of the desk, only occupied by a few tissues and some pencil sharpener residue. Then he
again walked to the center of the room.
Hmmm... he pondered. What should he do? Right now, it seemed like the possibilities were
endless. Finally he got a bright idea.
"Okay," he announced. "This half of the room." He gestured to his right. "Come up to the
front." They headed up, nervously. He grinned at him. "Okay, people. Your mission is very
simple. Do any of you have permanent markers?"
One particularly brave-looking boy raised his hand. "Yes?" False-Mamoru asked. "You can
answer."
"We all have permanent markers. It's part of our supplies, sir," the boy reported sharply,
concisely. False-Mamoru instinctively liked him. Useful, subservient, and yet uncringing, he
reminded Zoi of the youma he had used to execute Nephrite. Those had been great soldiers,
better than any of the Seven Great Youma could be.
"Alright." False-Mamoru clapped his hands together. "I want you to cover the walls with this
phrase. Here, I'll write it for you on the blackboard. He slowly wrote it, making the chalk
screech horrendously. No one made a sound. When he was done, it read 'Zoisite rules.'
"Zoisite rules," he read, carefully enunciating every syllable. "Do you understand?" No one
answered. "Then get to work!" he snapped. They ran.
"You," he called. "Other half of the room. Move all the chairs and desks out of the way, then
do 'Zoisite rules all across the floor and ceiling!"
Despite how ridiculous their mission was, one hard glance from him sent them scampering to
do his will. God, he loved this power. Had he always had this kind of influence and not known
it?
They finished covering the classroom with 'Zoisite rules' in about thirty minutes, given
incentive by his various creative threats muttered under his breath he'd do if they didn't
shape up. He surveyed their work. Nice. They all had good handwriting. The message was
easy to read, and it would stick for a while.
"You may go," he dismissed them. They bolted.
He grinned, checked his watch. Still early in the day. What now? It was time to pay another
long-overdue visit- to the Odango Atama.
TBC.
Don't forget to review!
Oh, BTW, the Inner Senshi do too, but we don't really care about them, do we?
Author's Note- I'm back! Again, thanks to everyone for their nice reviews. This is a pretty
long chapter compared to some of the previous ones, anyway, o I decided not to put individual
thanks this time, but I'm very grateful.
-smiles, GRATEFULLY-
Anyway, the plot is winding down. I didn't know exactly what everyone was going to do as
they wrote this chapter. They sort of chose it all themselves, especially False-Mamoru, that
little devil. Now, I know normally Zoisite wouldn't disobey or defy his Kunzaito-sama in any
way, but all through the story, he's been feeling rather detached from his Dark Kingdom life,
and more his own person. I don't know about you, but by this chapter, I can really see Zoi-
kun going for it.
Switching Sides
by Starbrigid
Chapter Nine
Kunzite sighed, looking slightly worried. The sounds of enraged female screeching and
bonking had faded slightly in volume, so it seemed that Pluto-san would be done with
Nephrite pretty soon. Where was Zoisite? Why would Zoi skip out now?
False-Zoisite was SURE where False-Mamoru had gone. "He wants to be put back, I bet," he
commented quietly to Kunzite. "But he saw an opportunity he couldn't ignore. He has my
body within control. He knows who I am!" False-Zoisite's fists clenched. It was odd, Kunzite
thought idly, how different Zoisite's body looked when occupied by himself or Tuxedo Kamen.
"He's out there, ruining my life!"
Kunzite sighed. "Judging from how much I know of you so far, Kamen-san, I can't say I'm
entirely sure you don't deserve it."
It took a second for False-Zoi to realize he'd been insulted. "Very funny," he remarked
darkly.
Kunzite sighed heavily. "I think I prefer Zoisite in there much better."
"Yeah," False-Zoi shot back, in a mood for payback. "Because he thinks you're the sun and
moon and stars. Because he does whatever you say. Because he lets you fuck him."
"Shut up, Kamen," Kunzite snapped. "I won't be mocked by a mere child like you."
Tuxedo Kamen had months of taunting the Odango Atama to rely back on. He grinned. "Isn't
that when I'm doing right now, then? Admit it, somebody struck a nerve!"
"Don't talk about Zoisite that crudely," Kunzite continued, fixing his steel gaze on False-Zoi.
False-Zoi shrunk back, intimidated.
"Um, okay. I'll be quiet now-"
Pluto straightened up at that point, holding a beaten Nephrite in one gloved hand and her
much-loved staff in another. "Very well. I'm not supposed to interfere in time that much, but
it's already been interfered in quite a bit."
Nephrite glared up at her, angry at his humiliation before his two fellow Tennou, angry at his
revenge being put on hold. "The Stars know every-" he began, but Pluto whirled around
quickly. She whispered something, and then a purple globe of energy shot from her staff and
slammed into him. Kunzite and False-Zoi watched, impressed, as Nephrite screamed then
flew back into the wall, Kunzite idly wondering if needed he could take the Pluto Senshi.
"What has been done can be undone," she uttered cryptically, now back to her stoic Angel
of Time persona. False-Zoi snickered under his breath. It was little late for THAT to start
showing itself.
Pluto turned her keen garnet eyes onto the two she was planning to switch back, False-Zoi
and False-Mamo- False-Mamoru? Where was False-Mamoru?
"Where is the other one?" she asked False-Zoi and Kunzite, who both winced.
"We kind of don't know," False-Zoi finally said, earning a glare from Kunzite. "Zoisite skipped
out, that lame, useless, good-for-nothing super fa-"
A second later- "Ow! By dose! By poor, poor dose!"
Pluto looked vaguely amused, and Nephrite was snickering, amused despite his rather dire
situation. "Was that completely necessary, Kunzite-san?" Pluto asked, raising a dark green
eyebrow.
Kunzite nodded. "Tuxedo Kamen is an unmanageable little boy. Such measures are
necessary."
Pluto smiled mysteriously. "If you only knew what the future had in store..."
"What?" False-Zoi asked, interested. Pluto didn't reply.
Kunzite sighed. He was surrounded, SURROUNDED by LITTLE CHILDREN and SIMPERING
IDIOTS. "She's being cryptic again," he groaned. The life of the Ice King was not an easy
one.
"So," Nephrite interjected, bored, "What? Are we going to track Zoisite down, or what?
Because I know, grand revenge and all, but the three of you are starting to bore me."
Pluto, Kunzite, and False-Zoisite all glared at him.
"Hey," Nephrite said defensively. "You need to stay on task, people." Kunzite gritted his
teeth. To be told that, like a little child, by a failed Tennou, the Traitor...
"Very well, then," Kunzite nodded. "That is what we shall do." Then he remembered the
rather dangerous, all-powerful time senshi that was there as well. "If, of course, Pluto-san
agrees."
"I have no complaints with that course of action," Pluto said diplomatically.
Kunzite nodded. "Very good."
"Um..." False-Zoi raised his hand, causing all three of his companions to chuckle. "Can I say
something?" Pluto nodded. "It'll be easier to search the streets if Nephrite and Pluto-san
change into normal clothes."
Nephrite sighed, overpowered but still unbroken. "Do we HAVE to change them back?"
"YES!" All four of his companions screeched at him. He winced. "Hai, hai! I get it!" He looked
down sullenly, not happy at the prospect of his revenge failing and his return from the dead
being cut short. "The Stars will punish you," he pouted.
"We're trembling, Nephrite-CHAN," Kunzite said smoothly. He waved a hand, and Pluto and
Nephrite's clothes transformed into ordinary street clothes.
Pluto pushed Nephrite towards the exit. "You go first, one who is so impudent towards the
flow of time."
Nephrite glared at her. "You know my name, woman! N-E-P-H-R-I-T-E..." he spelled it out
slowly, like Pluto was brain-damaged or something. "Use it! Ne-fu-rai-to!"
Bonk!
"Ow!"
False-Mamoru sighed and leaned over towards Kunzite, who had automatically taken a
position at 'Zoisite's' right. "Wow, what an effective team WE are." Then he yawned.
"Aw, I'm tired. Do we have to do the search thing now? I've been up for days, being yelled
at by evil bitch queens, trying to fend off the lovely first Tennou's sexual innuendoes, and
searching for the nijizuishou and my own body, which has skipped out on me!" He breathed
hard. "Wow, if I'd have known I was going to go on that long, I would have brought myself
some water."
"You can sleep, Kamen, AFTER we right you and Zoisite-" Kunzite began, but their decision
was made for them shortly after.
A now heavily snoring False-Zoi had passed out on the dimly moonlit steps of the Azabu
Technical Institute.
***
After his highly entertaining visit to Motoki the previous night, False-Mamoru had crashed at
his luxurious apartment. Refreshed after a good night sleep, he went through his automatic
personal grooming, then began to plan his day. The possibilities were endless, he thought
happily. He was finally free.
He vaguely remembered something about a second-period class of Kamen's, then the details
slid into place. Did Kamen have the class again today? On closer inspection... he DID! Oh,
this was just wonderful. Yes, it was high time to pay another, way overdue visit to Mr.
Hartman's second-period British Lit class. After throwing a leather jacket on, which made him
look quite the dashing scoundrel (especially in conservative JAPAN) he dashed out of his
apartment.
He entered around the same time he had before, around fifteen minutes later. He could once
again hear the soft sounds of Mr. Hartman's deep voice babbling on about some irrelevant
British thing and the attentive, gifted students' pencils scratching down notes onto their
paper, a mile a minute. False-Mamoru grinned. Too orderly. They couldn't have that, now
could they?
He stepped into open view then, right into dramatic light, which did wonders for Mamoru's
profile, he noticed. Several students, as well as the astonished teacher, gasped. False-
Mamoru hadn't heard that many people gasp at one time before. It was kinda cool.
"Konnichiwa, minna," he announced brightly. "I'm back."
Several people, Reiko and her friends among them, shrieked. The aforementioned Reiko
herself made a beeline for the only exit, the front one. However, False-Mamoru stood in front
of it, his now bulky form giving him a lot more menacing presence. He looked down at Reiko,
smirked condescendingly.
For a second, Zoisite shone through, the pretty, androgynous man, the silly, loving man, the
Third King, the killer of Nephrite and so many others. For a second his midnight blue eyes
flashed, and it was HIM, not Mamoru, that the so-intelligent Reiko was seeing.
"Go back to your seat, Reiko-san," False-Mamoru said quietly. She scampered back as fast
as she could. Once she was firmly down, he strode across to the front of the room, next to
Hartman's slightly smaller form. He looked across the rows of desks, looked each boy and girl
student in the eye, dared them to run, dared them to resist his new authority.
None of them did.
Next, he finally looked at Hartman. The man was gaping at him like a fish. It made his face
look quite unattractive. He locked his own eyes with the meek human man's, sent a clear
message through their gaze that Hartman could not possibly pretend to misunderstand.
Then, the man sighed, looked down, and plopped his body into a student desk at the back of
the room.
"Welcome, class," False-Mamoru said coldly. "Today, I'm in charge." No one dared say
anything to that extraordinary statement.
He crossed over to Hartman's desk and looked through a folder on it. Plans for today's
lesson. He flipped through them, scanning them lazily. "Boring, stupid, useless, boring,
snobby, boring." He tossed the entirety of them folder into the neat little trash can by the
side of the desk, only occupied by a few tissues and some pencil sharpener residue. Then he
again walked to the center of the room.
Hmmm... he pondered. What should he do? Right now, it seemed like the possibilities were
endless. Finally he got a bright idea.
"Okay," he announced. "This half of the room." He gestured to his right. "Come up to the
front." They headed up, nervously. He grinned at him. "Okay, people. Your mission is very
simple. Do any of you have permanent markers?"
One particularly brave-looking boy raised his hand. "Yes?" False-Mamoru asked. "You can
answer."
"We all have permanent markers. It's part of our supplies, sir," the boy reported sharply,
concisely. False-Mamoru instinctively liked him. Useful, subservient, and yet uncringing, he
reminded Zoi of the youma he had used to execute Nephrite. Those had been great soldiers,
better than any of the Seven Great Youma could be.
"Alright." False-Mamoru clapped his hands together. "I want you to cover the walls with this
phrase. Here, I'll write it for you on the blackboard. He slowly wrote it, making the chalk
screech horrendously. No one made a sound. When he was done, it read 'Zoisite rules.'
"Zoisite rules," he read, carefully enunciating every syllable. "Do you understand?" No one
answered. "Then get to work!" he snapped. They ran.
"You," he called. "Other half of the room. Move all the chairs and desks out of the way, then
do 'Zoisite rules all across the floor and ceiling!"
Despite how ridiculous their mission was, one hard glance from him sent them scampering to
do his will. God, he loved this power. Had he always had this kind of influence and not known
it?
They finished covering the classroom with 'Zoisite rules' in about thirty minutes, given
incentive by his various creative threats muttered under his breath he'd do if they didn't
shape up. He surveyed their work. Nice. They all had good handwriting. The message was
easy to read, and it would stick for a while.
"You may go," he dismissed them. They bolted.
He grinned, checked his watch. Still early in the day. What now? It was time to pay another
long-overdue visit- to the Odango Atama.
TBC.
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