*grins, blushing, and scratching the back of her head* Seamlessly?
I've crossed them over seamlessly? Oh wow, all that practise with LoD
and AM and all my other weird little uncontinued crossovers must have
really helped... but that's such a wonderful comment, Jade Hunter!
Thank you ever so much!
WyldeHorse, Adyen - I do write faster. I actually haven't worked on
True Identity AT ALL for the last month or so. I hit a bit of a
stumbling block (read: My father yelled at me to "do something else
for a change"), and ended up spending a few weeks out of the house.
And of course, there's the fact that I've been stalking Arylon
*stalkstalkstalk* on the BnG forums.
True Identity
Chapter Four: Villains
Li Xiang
Xue Shi stared across the room at her opponent, wondering if _this_
would be the battle she lost... no! Saotome Ranma never loses, and Xue
Shi was Ranma. She. Would. Win.
Even if she had to beg to do it.
"C'mon Oz, you can't tell me you'd rather live here than in your own
room-- you're amerikajin! You guys _like_ everything big and huge, and
with lots of room. Fei and Nobuyuki already said they'd come if you
did."
Considering she'd been at this for over an hour, it was no surprise
that Oz finally caved in, "Alright, alright! We'll move in with you
and your friends!"
This is a bad idea, he thought to himself, My wolf does _not_ like
Farfello...
---
"I wonder who Apollo and Charon really are," Minako mumbled to
Artemisu as she strolled towards the Crown arcade. The white cat was
sprawlled across her shoulders.
Artemisu shrugged, "I'm not sure. Normally when a new senshi shows up,
there's someone new in the area-- but we haven't seen anyone new in a
long while. Especially not two redheads.
Minako nodded in agreement before entering the arcade.
---
Osaka Naru looked up as the tired form of Tsukino Usagi settled in
front of her, "I'm sorry I didn't call last night, Naru-chan. I'll
call tonight, I promise!"
Naru smiled, "Really? That's great! ... Uhm, Usagi-chan I've been
wondering why you--"
"Usagi-chan!" the madly waving form of Kino Makoto had Usagi bouncing
to her feet, all previous tiredness fading away. Without even waving
goodbye, Usagi had run off to Makoto's side with a gleeful shriek of
"Mako-chan!"
Naru watched them for a few minutes, then looked down at her food.
Suddenly not feeling all that hungry, she snapped her obento closed
and went off in search of her boyfriend.
He was probably in the computer room again, making viruses. Guiro
Umino was strangely skilled at that, the redhead mused as she padded
back into the school. He also had a tendency to forget to eat as he
worked.
She smiled, but it was tinged with sadness. Why had her best friend
left her without even a wave of goodbye?
---
Aya and Yohji _stared_. They stared long and hard, but it was stills
taring. Yohji was the first to speak, "_These_ are our Uniforms?"
"You don't like them?" Nagi had raised an eyebrow in question. Near by
Racyhe, Ranma and Schuldich snickered. Farfello was picking at the
uniform he already wore.
"Nagi," Aya ground out, "What the _hll_ gave you the idea that _these_
were uniforms?!"
The boy shrugged, "I saw some new images of what the senshi's enemies
have worn int he past., With a little help from Rache and her artisti
talents-- not to mention Ranma's money-- I got these made."
"But I look like a harem-boy!" Yohji whined, lifting the tight leather
pants, the black leather dog collar, and the leather vest he'd be
wearing. More buckles and straps fell off the vcest, tumbling to the
floor.
Rache blinked innocently, "_I_ think you would look nice..."
That shut Kudou up. The next insant, he was off in bliss-land again,
daydreaming. Oh, yeah Ranma snickered, Kudou has it _bad_. Aya on the
other hand...
He pulled the red silk pants up, staring at them. Nothing wrong with
them-- he'd wear those-- it was the leather straps meant to be wrapped
around the legs. Instead of a vest, or going barechested, Aya had a
matching blood red sleeveless turtleneck. Red bracers would go voer
black gloves. And there were lots and lots of straps.
"No."
"Ayan," Ranma trilled, ignoring the death glare he got in return, "Why
not?"
"Because," the irate redhead growled. Ranma sighed.
"Because why?"
The redhead glared further, and Ranma snorted, "Jei-sama likes his."
"That's because he's insane," Aya grumbled, glancing over at the
one-eyed assassin. He had a pair of bleached white jeans on, a white
t-shirt that was little more than strings attached to seams, and
showed off just as many scars as his usual jacket-vest did. With the
exception of his collar, every single black strap that bound his arms
or legs had a knife tucked beneath them.
"If I let you wear your trenchcoat," Nagi's voice brought him back
from his observations-- a sick feeling spinning in his stomach, he
promised himself to look at that feeluing in more detail later-- and
he turned his attention on the youngest member of the two groups,
"Will you wear your uniform?"
"Sure," he could always just clo--
"Of course," Ranma cut in before he could finish his thought, "You
can't close the jacket over your uniform."
"I never agreed to that!" Aya snapped, and Ranma stuck his tongue out.
"Don't you have something you're supposed to be doing, Bishoujo?"
Ranma _glared_ at the telepath for reminding him. Grumbling, the young
man stalked out of the room, headed for his own. He _Really_ hated
this mission. Stupid fuku.
---
"You want me to _what_?!" Nabiki jerked out of her beau's loose
embrace, spinning around on her bed to face the seventeen year old,
"Have you forgotten that _he's_ the reason behind my little sister's
coma?!"
Omi sighed, crossing his arms over his chest, "I know, but this is
_really_ important."
"Important _how_?" the brunnette glowered at Tsukiyono, "You're asking
me to help Ranma kill someone!"
"Important that _Yohji_ begged me to ask you."
"Balinese?" At this the middle Tendou got confused, "Yohji and Saotome
rarely-- if _ever_-- agree!"
"I know," Omi reached forwards to draw her into his arms again. They
were still getting used to being a couple-- they'd been best friends
forever, and liked each other alot-- it was only logical that they
took it to the next step. Nabiki curled up in his lap, resting her
head against his shoulder. Omi continued after a few moments of
silence, "This is Naru's first mission. Yohji likes her alot-- so much
that he's cut back on his flitter almost by half!-- and he doesn't
want her to get hurt. I think this is more so for her, than for
Ranma."
Nabiki nodded, wrapping her arms around his middle, beneath his
jacket. For a some reason, she felt so cold... "I understand that. If
I get those scrolls for you, Omittchi, I want something in return."
"I should have known," he mumbled, resting a cheek upon the top of her
head, "How much do you want?"
"Not momney," she sounded vaguely amused, and _very_ determined, "What
I want is power."
"Power?"
Nabiki's smile was shark-like in it's visciousness, "Enough to be more
than a minor nuisence to Ranma. I want the power to physically
_destroy_ him."
---
Apollo and Charon were in position, ready to bound in and save the day
the moment Schuldich gave the signal. _That_ didn't matter. What
mattered was that it was fall, and Yohji was frickin' freezing!
The black leather vest may have made him look hot, but the fact that
he was all but bare chested, was all that was on his mind as he
crossed his arms over his chest and chaffed them in an attempt to warm
up. In the back of his mind, he was cussing out a certain telekinetic,
but int he forefront he was wondering why Japan had to get so damned
cold. And why did Aya get to wear a jacket?!
/Because Nagi had Rache design your outfit./ Was the german man's
distracted response. Yohji blinked-- Schuldich had been distracted? By
what? The only time he... oh, Yohji smirked to himself. He'd gotten
used to Schuldich's never ending quest of getting Ken into the sack.
Apparently, even being on a mission didn't stop those attempts. There
was even a bet at the House for how long it would take Ken to break
down and give in.
"So how much longer are we going to end up waiting for Omi and those
scrolls to show up?" Yohji scowled at Aya and Jei, who stood not all
that far away, apparently neither feeling the fall night's chill. Aya
cast his team mate an irritated glance.
"Omi's a block and a half to the east," he grunted, "He'll be here in
a few minutes."
As he'd predicted, it only took Tsukiyono six minutes to reach the
parking lot of the building they stood upon. A quick mental relay
between him, Nagi, and Schuldich had the telekinetic levitating the
scrolls to the rooftop, and Omi leaving the area. It would do no good
to be in the area when the Sailorsenshi inevitably arrived to "save
the day".
There was something else Rache had noticed while acting as bait for
target for the various "bad guys"-- they didn't use real demons. They
used demon-human or demon-item breeds. The Sailorsenshi had never
fought a hell-beast before. They would be woefully unprepared. Ranma--
excuse me, Apollo-- had killed a god. A hell-beast, evil spirit, or a
demon would be very easy to beat in comparison. The scrolls were
designed to bring such creatures into this plane of existence.
The Sailorsenshi wouldn't know what hit them, but Ranma and Rache
would be able to swoop in and save the day. Now they just had to
decide who was going to be the first "henchman" to attack.
It fell to the age-old classic way of deciding. Jan ken pon.
Yohji would be going first. After randomly slecting one of the ancient
scroolls-- apparently made of papyrus of all things-- the black
leather clad white hunter called upon his own leassons in the art of
properly roof-hopping. After having refused lessons from Schuldich and
Ranma, he'd convinced Aya to teach him.
In any case, the long haired playboy jumped a couple of roofs over and
opened the scroll. After a few minutes, 2with the heiroglyphs on the
scroll still not making any sense, he looked around for something to
help. His eyes lit upon the sheet of paper that had fallen out when he
opened the scroll.
"The translation![1]" he grinned, reading the sheet. This would make
summoning a demon much easier. His stomach began to do flip-flops as
he read the translated words...
---
"There! It's over there!" Mercury pointed one slender finger towards
the massive amounts of property damage created by their current enemy.
Only the Sailorsenshi would have needed someone to point out the
blantantly opbvious.
When they got there, they did not get what they expected. They had
expected what they always got-- a vaguely human female form, made out
of something or other.
What they got was a thin and sickly looking creature, it's ribs
showing on it's chest, and skin sagging over muscle and bone. It was a
brownish beige color, with a beast-like head that extended back with a
long crest. Winds of pitch and its skin-tone curved around its body. A
segmented tail helped to balance it.
And standing behind it, was a smug looking black leather wearing man.
"That must be the one controlling this youma!" Mercury declared,
staring into her computer screen, hoping to be given knowledge on who
this man-- or his beast-- was. There was nothing on the man, and
whenever she tried for the beast, the information was encrypted with
the codes of that only the Royal Family of the Moon had known how to
beat.
"But he's so hot!" whined Venus, Jupiter jumping in with her usual,
"He looks like my old Sempai!" They continued staring at him in
adoration until he uncrossed his arms.
Pointing at them, the strange man commanded, "Midnight Fiend![2]
Destroy those girls!"
The beast turned from destroying massive amounts of property to
attacking the girls. They shriejked at the first attack-- not even
hhaving the chance to shout their speeches-- before retaliating.
---
/I can't exactly jsut give them my _real_ name!/ Yohji growled to
Schuldich over the tight ban.
/Yeah, calling Playboy "Kudou" might actually give those girls a
clue!/
A snort from Rache, /They can't even get a clue when it's standing
under their noses./
Schuldich was more or less wondering if using his telepathy to connect
them all together like this was a good idea. He was getting the mother
of all migraines.
/We do need to use names other than our own, or our codenames,/ Aya
mused.
/Especially since you used to be two different groups,/ Both
psudeo-senshi came out with at the same time. Both girls blinked, and
Schuldich laughed at the stero words. It was Nagi who came up witht he
solution.
/We should choose the names of gods from another religion, the
Sailorsenshi are named for gods, afterall./
There was a round of agreement-- except from Jei, who objected until
Ranma pointed out that it was a form of blasphemy-- and it was Rache
who brought up the all important question, /But which religion?/
/The scrolls looked pretty old,/ Aya tapped his chin in thought, /What
language were they in, Yohji?/
/Egyptian,/ the playboy was starting to sound nervous, /The
Sailorsenshi may be having some trouble-- but more have shown up!
Could we hurry this up, _please_?!/
/We hear ya, Playboy,/ Ranma grumped at the sametime Nahi declared
their names.
/Egyptian gods, then. Yohji you are Horus. Aya, you're Osiris.
Farfie'll be Ptah. And I'll be Amun-Ra./
/We'll get an explaination later,/ Schuldich barked, / Ranma! Rache!
Go!/
/Right!/ and the two teens shot off. Unliek the night a few days
previous, they didn't come out of a tree. Instead, Ranma dropped down
from a roofttop as Rache tore in from an alley across fromt eh battle
zone. Apollo set herself up to take the battle to the Fiend, while
Charon stood in a defensive position between the injured and the down
senshi. Apollo made short work of the hell-beast, utliziing the fairly
deep ki resevers she had "gained" after dueling with Saffron, to five
off varying strength ki-blasts.
Once again, Mercury pointed out the very obvious, by pointing at
Yohji-- that is to say, at Horus, "He was the one controlling it!"
Charon's emerald and Apool's blue steel gaze turned to Yohji. APollo
didn't have to act-- she and Yohji were definately not the best of
friends-- and the blue-eyed redhead growled, "Horus. Should'a known
you'd show up, ya bastard."
"And I should have realised _you_ were still an immature bitch," he
shot back, his gaze more-or-less steady on Charon's-- not Apollo's--
form. He wasn't really consciously hearing the insults, and was only
subconsciously responding.
Charon's shiver of delight upon seeing the leather-clad man was easily
mistaken for disgust by the senshi who could only see her back. She
barely dragged her mask into place, drawing her scimitar and aiming it
at her wanna-be neau, Horus.
"Think I can fire one off before he moves, 'Pollo?" Apollo let a blue
glow flare around her hands.
"Doubtful, he's a fast asshole."
"And you'll be dead in a moment," Yohji was going to enjoy this as
much as he possibly could. Nagi was going to boost all his actions and
reactions so he could actually keep up with Ranma for once. This would
be _so_ much _fun_!
Apollo smirked in response, and the two of them lundged at each toher.
Just as they always did while "sparring"-- in reality, Ranma beating
the crap out fo Yohji-- Apollo led off, but this time, Horus could
retaliate. And retaliate he did. They duked it out, punch for punch,
Horus wincing every-so-often, and Apollo grinning widely.
As Apollo ducked under a cresent kick, whirling to sweep Horus' feet
out from beneath him, Charon noticed movement out of the corner of her
eye. With Ranma-borne relfexes, Charon grabbed the Moon Tier, and
stared hard into Eternal Sailormoon's eyes, "Don't interupt them.
Apollo and Horus' enimity goes way back-- to before she learned who
she was. To interupt one of their battles is to invite _both_ their
wrath down on you," to prove her point, Rache rubbed her hip, "I've
learned from experience."
"There must be one hell of a story behind this," Mars growled.
Charon's lips curled, but she calmed herself, "There is. You're likely
to hear it later if you keep messing it up with Horus, and the rest of
his buddies. Now shut up and watch the fight."
Apollo had planted her feet into Horus' back, having leapt over him
when he attempted to tackle her. He recovered by throwing his arms
forwards and shooting through a flip-- attempting to ram his feet into
her chest. He missed, and she swept in with a sharp one-two combo
followed by a roundhouse kick. He had ducked out of the punches'
reach, but the kick caught him squarely in the ribs.
He took a tumble, rolling out of the way bare seconds before Apollo's
fist ripped throught he ground where his head had been.
/What are you trying to do-- kill me?!/ he swept a kick away from
himself, stepping into her guard for a rabbit punch to her throat-- it
missed, Ranma having bent at an impossible angle away from him.
/I didn't hit you, did I?/ the redhead barked back, /I slowed down
enough so you could dodge!/ she finished bending over by turning it
into a flup, catching him sharply in the jaw with both heels.
Horus went flying backwards, and would have attempt to reorientate
himself to rebound off the tree he was headed for-- had he not been
intercepted.
Aya stood, in all his red silk and black leather trenchcoated--
complete with katana-- glory. He set Horus down on his feet with a
smirk, "I see you are as skilled as ever, Apollo."
"...Osiris," Apollo's slight hesitate, mistake for distaste, was
really just her asking Schuldich what Aya's name was again, "How...
nice to see you again."
The two redheads spent a few minutes in a staring contest, breaking
only when Charon spoke.
"Blade-to-blade, you and me, Osiris!"
Violet eyes stared her down, "You aren't ready to duel me, yet,
Charon. Perhaps another time."
"C'mon Osiris-- let's double team them!" Yohji was really getting into
this. It was almost like he was in highs chool agian, locke dup in one
classroom or another, playing their role play games. He had really
missed those games once had had started in with Weiss.
Osiris' cool gaze switched to him, "Amun-Ra would like to have a word
with you about recklessness, Horus."
"Well, you know Horus," Apollo was walking closer, cracking her
knuckles, "The little Playboy just can't resist my charms."
Osiris smirked at the smaller fo the two remale redheads, "Ptah sends
his greetings _Bastet_." She froze, as though someone had turned her
swtich to 'off'. Osiris and Horus merely seemed to fade out of
existence, leaving the senshi alone, with a lot of questions.
And according to the plan, neither Apollo or Charon could leave. They
would have to answer any and all questions, if they were to gain the
trust of the Sailorsenshi.
---
End Chapter
Aren't I evil? *waggles a finger* Now, no sicking Asuza on me,
Matthew (which number were you again? *grins*), or no more True
Identity for you!
There were times that as I typed this, Mai's voice popped into my
head, either laughing, or saying the lines. Don't know who Mai is?
Don't worry about it.
Now, I'm off to the Royal Tyrell Musuem for a day trip. Spend a couple
hours in a car there and back, but it's gunna be fun. I haven't been
there in years.
[1] Oh c'mon, you don't think Happi would have left the scroll
untranslated? He translated it for his own useage!
[2] Yes, it's _that_ Midnight Fiend. If you don't know what I'm
talking about, ignore it.
I've crossed them over seamlessly? Oh wow, all that practise with LoD
and AM and all my other weird little uncontinued crossovers must have
really helped... but that's such a wonderful comment, Jade Hunter!
Thank you ever so much!
WyldeHorse, Adyen - I do write faster. I actually haven't worked on
True Identity AT ALL for the last month or so. I hit a bit of a
stumbling block (read: My father yelled at me to "do something else
for a change"), and ended up spending a few weeks out of the house.
And of course, there's the fact that I've been stalking Arylon
*stalkstalkstalk* on the BnG forums.
True Identity
Chapter Four: Villains
Li Xiang
Xue Shi stared across the room at her opponent, wondering if _this_
would be the battle she lost... no! Saotome Ranma never loses, and Xue
Shi was Ranma. She. Would. Win.
Even if she had to beg to do it.
"C'mon Oz, you can't tell me you'd rather live here than in your own
room-- you're amerikajin! You guys _like_ everything big and huge, and
with lots of room. Fei and Nobuyuki already said they'd come if you
did."
Considering she'd been at this for over an hour, it was no surprise
that Oz finally caved in, "Alright, alright! We'll move in with you
and your friends!"
This is a bad idea, he thought to himself, My wolf does _not_ like
Farfello...
---
"I wonder who Apollo and Charon really are," Minako mumbled to
Artemisu as she strolled towards the Crown arcade. The white cat was
sprawlled across her shoulders.
Artemisu shrugged, "I'm not sure. Normally when a new senshi shows up,
there's someone new in the area-- but we haven't seen anyone new in a
long while. Especially not two redheads.
Minako nodded in agreement before entering the arcade.
---
Osaka Naru looked up as the tired form of Tsukino Usagi settled in
front of her, "I'm sorry I didn't call last night, Naru-chan. I'll
call tonight, I promise!"
Naru smiled, "Really? That's great! ... Uhm, Usagi-chan I've been
wondering why you--"
"Usagi-chan!" the madly waving form of Kino Makoto had Usagi bouncing
to her feet, all previous tiredness fading away. Without even waving
goodbye, Usagi had run off to Makoto's side with a gleeful shriek of
"Mako-chan!"
Naru watched them for a few minutes, then looked down at her food.
Suddenly not feeling all that hungry, she snapped her obento closed
and went off in search of her boyfriend.
He was probably in the computer room again, making viruses. Guiro
Umino was strangely skilled at that, the redhead mused as she padded
back into the school. He also had a tendency to forget to eat as he
worked.
She smiled, but it was tinged with sadness. Why had her best friend
left her without even a wave of goodbye?
---
Aya and Yohji _stared_. They stared long and hard, but it was stills
taring. Yohji was the first to speak, "_These_ are our Uniforms?"
"You don't like them?" Nagi had raised an eyebrow in question. Near by
Racyhe, Ranma and Schuldich snickered. Farfello was picking at the
uniform he already wore.
"Nagi," Aya ground out, "What the _hll_ gave you the idea that _these_
were uniforms?!"
The boy shrugged, "I saw some new images of what the senshi's enemies
have worn int he past., With a little help from Rache and her artisti
talents-- not to mention Ranma's money-- I got these made."
"But I look like a harem-boy!" Yohji whined, lifting the tight leather
pants, the black leather dog collar, and the leather vest he'd be
wearing. More buckles and straps fell off the vcest, tumbling to the
floor.
Rache blinked innocently, "_I_ think you would look nice..."
That shut Kudou up. The next insant, he was off in bliss-land again,
daydreaming. Oh, yeah Ranma snickered, Kudou has it _bad_. Aya on the
other hand...
He pulled the red silk pants up, staring at them. Nothing wrong with
them-- he'd wear those-- it was the leather straps meant to be wrapped
around the legs. Instead of a vest, or going barechested, Aya had a
matching blood red sleeveless turtleneck. Red bracers would go voer
black gloves. And there were lots and lots of straps.
"No."
"Ayan," Ranma trilled, ignoring the death glare he got in return, "Why
not?"
"Because," the irate redhead growled. Ranma sighed.
"Because why?"
The redhead glared further, and Ranma snorted, "Jei-sama likes his."
"That's because he's insane," Aya grumbled, glancing over at the
one-eyed assassin. He had a pair of bleached white jeans on, a white
t-shirt that was little more than strings attached to seams, and
showed off just as many scars as his usual jacket-vest did. With the
exception of his collar, every single black strap that bound his arms
or legs had a knife tucked beneath them.
"If I let you wear your trenchcoat," Nagi's voice brought him back
from his observations-- a sick feeling spinning in his stomach, he
promised himself to look at that feeluing in more detail later-- and
he turned his attention on the youngest member of the two groups,
"Will you wear your uniform?"
"Sure," he could always just clo--
"Of course," Ranma cut in before he could finish his thought, "You
can't close the jacket over your uniform."
"I never agreed to that!" Aya snapped, and Ranma stuck his tongue out.
"Don't you have something you're supposed to be doing, Bishoujo?"
Ranma _glared_ at the telepath for reminding him. Grumbling, the young
man stalked out of the room, headed for his own. He _Really_ hated
this mission. Stupid fuku.
---
"You want me to _what_?!" Nabiki jerked out of her beau's loose
embrace, spinning around on her bed to face the seventeen year old,
"Have you forgotten that _he's_ the reason behind my little sister's
coma?!"
Omi sighed, crossing his arms over his chest, "I know, but this is
_really_ important."
"Important _how_?" the brunnette glowered at Tsukiyono, "You're asking
me to help Ranma kill someone!"
"Important that _Yohji_ begged me to ask you."
"Balinese?" At this the middle Tendou got confused, "Yohji and Saotome
rarely-- if _ever_-- agree!"
"I know," Omi reached forwards to draw her into his arms again. They
were still getting used to being a couple-- they'd been best friends
forever, and liked each other alot-- it was only logical that they
took it to the next step. Nabiki curled up in his lap, resting her
head against his shoulder. Omi continued after a few moments of
silence, "This is Naru's first mission. Yohji likes her alot-- so much
that he's cut back on his flitter almost by half!-- and he doesn't
want her to get hurt. I think this is more so for her, than for
Ranma."
Nabiki nodded, wrapping her arms around his middle, beneath his
jacket. For a some reason, she felt so cold... "I understand that. If
I get those scrolls for you, Omittchi, I want something in return."
"I should have known," he mumbled, resting a cheek upon the top of her
head, "How much do you want?"
"Not momney," she sounded vaguely amused, and _very_ determined, "What
I want is power."
"Power?"
Nabiki's smile was shark-like in it's visciousness, "Enough to be more
than a minor nuisence to Ranma. I want the power to physically
_destroy_ him."
---
Apollo and Charon were in position, ready to bound in and save the day
the moment Schuldich gave the signal. _That_ didn't matter. What
mattered was that it was fall, and Yohji was frickin' freezing!
The black leather vest may have made him look hot, but the fact that
he was all but bare chested, was all that was on his mind as he
crossed his arms over his chest and chaffed them in an attempt to warm
up. In the back of his mind, he was cussing out a certain telekinetic,
but int he forefront he was wondering why Japan had to get so damned
cold. And why did Aya get to wear a jacket?!
/Because Nagi had Rache design your outfit./ Was the german man's
distracted response. Yohji blinked-- Schuldich had been distracted? By
what? The only time he... oh, Yohji smirked to himself. He'd gotten
used to Schuldich's never ending quest of getting Ken into the sack.
Apparently, even being on a mission didn't stop those attempts. There
was even a bet at the House for how long it would take Ken to break
down and give in.
"So how much longer are we going to end up waiting for Omi and those
scrolls to show up?" Yohji scowled at Aya and Jei, who stood not all
that far away, apparently neither feeling the fall night's chill. Aya
cast his team mate an irritated glance.
"Omi's a block and a half to the east," he grunted, "He'll be here in
a few minutes."
As he'd predicted, it only took Tsukiyono six minutes to reach the
parking lot of the building they stood upon. A quick mental relay
between him, Nagi, and Schuldich had the telekinetic levitating the
scrolls to the rooftop, and Omi leaving the area. It would do no good
to be in the area when the Sailorsenshi inevitably arrived to "save
the day".
There was something else Rache had noticed while acting as bait for
target for the various "bad guys"-- they didn't use real demons. They
used demon-human or demon-item breeds. The Sailorsenshi had never
fought a hell-beast before. They would be woefully unprepared. Ranma--
excuse me, Apollo-- had killed a god. A hell-beast, evil spirit, or a
demon would be very easy to beat in comparison. The scrolls were
designed to bring such creatures into this plane of existence.
The Sailorsenshi wouldn't know what hit them, but Ranma and Rache
would be able to swoop in and save the day. Now they just had to
decide who was going to be the first "henchman" to attack.
It fell to the age-old classic way of deciding. Jan ken pon.
Yohji would be going first. After randomly slecting one of the ancient
scroolls-- apparently made of papyrus of all things-- the black
leather clad white hunter called upon his own leassons in the art of
properly roof-hopping. After having refused lessons from Schuldich and
Ranma, he'd convinced Aya to teach him.
In any case, the long haired playboy jumped a couple of roofs over and
opened the scroll. After a few minutes, 2with the heiroglyphs on the
scroll still not making any sense, he looked around for something to
help. His eyes lit upon the sheet of paper that had fallen out when he
opened the scroll.
"The translation![1]" he grinned, reading the sheet. This would make
summoning a demon much easier. His stomach began to do flip-flops as
he read the translated words...
---
"There! It's over there!" Mercury pointed one slender finger towards
the massive amounts of property damage created by their current enemy.
Only the Sailorsenshi would have needed someone to point out the
blantantly opbvious.
When they got there, they did not get what they expected. They had
expected what they always got-- a vaguely human female form, made out
of something or other.
What they got was a thin and sickly looking creature, it's ribs
showing on it's chest, and skin sagging over muscle and bone. It was a
brownish beige color, with a beast-like head that extended back with a
long crest. Winds of pitch and its skin-tone curved around its body. A
segmented tail helped to balance it.
And standing behind it, was a smug looking black leather wearing man.
"That must be the one controlling this youma!" Mercury declared,
staring into her computer screen, hoping to be given knowledge on who
this man-- or his beast-- was. There was nothing on the man, and
whenever she tried for the beast, the information was encrypted with
the codes of that only the Royal Family of the Moon had known how to
beat.
"But he's so hot!" whined Venus, Jupiter jumping in with her usual,
"He looks like my old Sempai!" They continued staring at him in
adoration until he uncrossed his arms.
Pointing at them, the strange man commanded, "Midnight Fiend![2]
Destroy those girls!"
The beast turned from destroying massive amounts of property to
attacking the girls. They shriejked at the first attack-- not even
hhaving the chance to shout their speeches-- before retaliating.
---
/I can't exactly jsut give them my _real_ name!/ Yohji growled to
Schuldich over the tight ban.
/Yeah, calling Playboy "Kudou" might actually give those girls a
clue!/
A snort from Rache, /They can't even get a clue when it's standing
under their noses./
Schuldich was more or less wondering if using his telepathy to connect
them all together like this was a good idea. He was getting the mother
of all migraines.
/We do need to use names other than our own, or our codenames,/ Aya
mused.
/Especially since you used to be two different groups,/ Both
psudeo-senshi came out with at the same time. Both girls blinked, and
Schuldich laughed at the stero words. It was Nagi who came up witht he
solution.
/We should choose the names of gods from another religion, the
Sailorsenshi are named for gods, afterall./
There was a round of agreement-- except from Jei, who objected until
Ranma pointed out that it was a form of blasphemy-- and it was Rache
who brought up the all important question, /But which religion?/
/The scrolls looked pretty old,/ Aya tapped his chin in thought, /What
language were they in, Yohji?/
/Egyptian,/ the playboy was starting to sound nervous, /The
Sailorsenshi may be having some trouble-- but more have shown up!
Could we hurry this up, _please_?!/
/We hear ya, Playboy,/ Ranma grumped at the sametime Nahi declared
their names.
/Egyptian gods, then. Yohji you are Horus. Aya, you're Osiris.
Farfie'll be Ptah. And I'll be Amun-Ra./
/We'll get an explaination later,/ Schuldich barked, / Ranma! Rache!
Go!/
/Right!/ and the two teens shot off. Unliek the night a few days
previous, they didn't come out of a tree. Instead, Ranma dropped down
from a roofttop as Rache tore in from an alley across fromt eh battle
zone. Apollo set herself up to take the battle to the Fiend, while
Charon stood in a defensive position between the injured and the down
senshi. Apollo made short work of the hell-beast, utliziing the fairly
deep ki resevers she had "gained" after dueling with Saffron, to five
off varying strength ki-blasts.
Once again, Mercury pointed out the very obvious, by pointing at
Yohji-- that is to say, at Horus, "He was the one controlling it!"
Charon's emerald and Apool's blue steel gaze turned to Yohji. APollo
didn't have to act-- she and Yohji were definately not the best of
friends-- and the blue-eyed redhead growled, "Horus. Should'a known
you'd show up, ya bastard."
"And I should have realised _you_ were still an immature bitch," he
shot back, his gaze more-or-less steady on Charon's-- not Apollo's--
form. He wasn't really consciously hearing the insults, and was only
subconsciously responding.
Charon's shiver of delight upon seeing the leather-clad man was easily
mistaken for disgust by the senshi who could only see her back. She
barely dragged her mask into place, drawing her scimitar and aiming it
at her wanna-be neau, Horus.
"Think I can fire one off before he moves, 'Pollo?" Apollo let a blue
glow flare around her hands.
"Doubtful, he's a fast asshole."
"And you'll be dead in a moment," Yohji was going to enjoy this as
much as he possibly could. Nagi was going to boost all his actions and
reactions so he could actually keep up with Ranma for once. This would
be _so_ much _fun_!
Apollo smirked in response, and the two of them lundged at each toher.
Just as they always did while "sparring"-- in reality, Ranma beating
the crap out fo Yohji-- Apollo led off, but this time, Horus could
retaliate. And retaliate he did. They duked it out, punch for punch,
Horus wincing every-so-often, and Apollo grinning widely.
As Apollo ducked under a cresent kick, whirling to sweep Horus' feet
out from beneath him, Charon noticed movement out of the corner of her
eye. With Ranma-borne relfexes, Charon grabbed the Moon Tier, and
stared hard into Eternal Sailormoon's eyes, "Don't interupt them.
Apollo and Horus' enimity goes way back-- to before she learned who
she was. To interupt one of their battles is to invite _both_ their
wrath down on you," to prove her point, Rache rubbed her hip, "I've
learned from experience."
"There must be one hell of a story behind this," Mars growled.
Charon's lips curled, but she calmed herself, "There is. You're likely
to hear it later if you keep messing it up with Horus, and the rest of
his buddies. Now shut up and watch the fight."
Apollo had planted her feet into Horus' back, having leapt over him
when he attempted to tackle her. He recovered by throwing his arms
forwards and shooting through a flip-- attempting to ram his feet into
her chest. He missed, and she swept in with a sharp one-two combo
followed by a roundhouse kick. He had ducked out of the punches'
reach, but the kick caught him squarely in the ribs.
He took a tumble, rolling out of the way bare seconds before Apollo's
fist ripped throught he ground where his head had been.
/What are you trying to do-- kill me?!/ he swept a kick away from
himself, stepping into her guard for a rabbit punch to her throat-- it
missed, Ranma having bent at an impossible angle away from him.
/I didn't hit you, did I?/ the redhead barked back, /I slowed down
enough so you could dodge!/ she finished bending over by turning it
into a flup, catching him sharply in the jaw with both heels.
Horus went flying backwards, and would have attempt to reorientate
himself to rebound off the tree he was headed for-- had he not been
intercepted.
Aya stood, in all his red silk and black leather trenchcoated--
complete with katana-- glory. He set Horus down on his feet with a
smirk, "I see you are as skilled as ever, Apollo."
"...Osiris," Apollo's slight hesitate, mistake for distaste, was
really just her asking Schuldich what Aya's name was again, "How...
nice to see you again."
The two redheads spent a few minutes in a staring contest, breaking
only when Charon spoke.
"Blade-to-blade, you and me, Osiris!"
Violet eyes stared her down, "You aren't ready to duel me, yet,
Charon. Perhaps another time."
"C'mon Osiris-- let's double team them!" Yohji was really getting into
this. It was almost like he was in highs chool agian, locke dup in one
classroom or another, playing their role play games. He had really
missed those games once had had started in with Weiss.
Osiris' cool gaze switched to him, "Amun-Ra would like to have a word
with you about recklessness, Horus."
"Well, you know Horus," Apollo was walking closer, cracking her
knuckles, "The little Playboy just can't resist my charms."
Osiris smirked at the smaller fo the two remale redheads, "Ptah sends
his greetings _Bastet_." She froze, as though someone had turned her
swtich to 'off'. Osiris and Horus merely seemed to fade out of
existence, leaving the senshi alone, with a lot of questions.
And according to the plan, neither Apollo or Charon could leave. They
would have to answer any and all questions, if they were to gain the
trust of the Sailorsenshi.
---
End Chapter
Aren't I evil? *waggles a finger* Now, no sicking Asuza on me,
Matthew (which number were you again? *grins*), or no more True
Identity for you!
There were times that as I typed this, Mai's voice popped into my
head, either laughing, or saying the lines. Don't know who Mai is?
Don't worry about it.
Now, I'm off to the Royal Tyrell Musuem for a day trip. Spend a couple
hours in a car there and back, but it's gunna be fun. I haven't been
there in years.
[1] Oh c'mon, you don't think Happi would have left the scroll
untranslated? He translated it for his own useage!
[2] Yes, it's _that_ Midnight Fiend. If you don't know what I'm
talking about, ignore it.