Ah. *claps hands* It seems I have gotten my first flame! Hello there, Zeal. Very interesting concept you have to your flame. And why do you think my story is cliché? Seriously. I would like to know. For I do not think I've ever read about a possessed Sailor Pluto, an insane little 15 year old looking villain, a bitchy made up character, a dimensional sector of the Gates of time, and a hyperactive little blue kitty before. Have you? oo; I'm sorry if it sounds cliché, or 'sucky' at the moment, for I certainly don't mean for it to be.
And yes Zeal, I did write this. I am, however, glad that you took the time to read it. Perhaps if you told me why you thought it was cliché, I can improve on it so it is to your liking. You, however, sound like a rather 'cliché' sort of flamer, with your limited vocabulary and pointless teasing.
And on a funnier note: Ooh ooh ooh LD, can I have Ayato pwease? oo; *hugs her Ayato plushie* nn;
Now, on with the reading! Last chapter was kinda short, so I made this one kinda…long. nn; A little more then three pages at size 7 font, to be exacto. So enjoy it!
*...*=thinking
"…"=talking
_…_=an emphasis on a word
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Mirakuru Romansu
Book 1, Part 2, Chapter 6: Bishounen Alert!
By Lady Firefly
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At that particular moment, Cell was reminded of how much he hated humans. Especially annoying little teenage girls. Those were the ones that always screamed the loudest when he had absorbed them through his tail. When he had not been perfect, that is. Sure, he liked the screaming to an extent, but those _stupid_ little girls probably would have broken his fucking eardrums if they screamed long enough. That he hated.
The second thing he hated about humans was that they always showed up when you least expected it. He had been in a good mood, bragging to Trunks about his wonderful tournament idea, and was just about the fly off with a sadistic little cackle and leave before stupid little Purple Boy could recover from the shock, when a god-be-damned _TEENAGE GIRL_ lands on his _HEAD_. Like she just fell out of the sky and landed on top of him. Which seriously ruined the whole evil mood.
And the worst part was, there was _MORE_ stupid little girls around him. Which greatly annoyed him. And an annoyed evil villain is not a happy evil villain. Which meant the next person to bug him died a very bloody death. After the crazy little blonde haired girl, of course
He advanced with a ki blast in his hand, towards the girl who supposedly landed on his head, who was obviously in a state of shock, while the girl she happened to be sitting on was trying to push her off. If he was in a good mood, he might have smirked, maybe toyed with the two of them. However, the only thought on his mind now was the blonde one's demise.
When suddenly she said something that would be known throughout all of history as the stupidest thing any one had ever said to Cell, besides all the empty threats Mr. Satan would throw at him in the near future;
"Umm…please don't hurt me, Mr. Cricket? I'm s-sorry I landed on you…"
"_CRICKET_?!?"
That was it. Time to die.
He made the ki blast in his hand grow bigger and bigger, and although he didn't notice, everyone else's eyes got bigger. If he were in a good mood, he probably would of smirked at this. Of course, he was far part thinking things rationally. The only 'rational' thought in his mind was *KILL KILL MUST KILL DIE--* and so on and so forth.
"Umm…oops." The blonde haired girl said.
*DIE DIE SHI-NE DIE KILL KILL--*
The girl underneath her rolled her eyes. "Nice going, Usagi."
*KILL DIE KILL KILL MUST KILL--*
"Uhhh…sorry? Okay, maybe you're not a cricket…um…sorry? Eheh…uh…nice…evil monster…thing…eheheh…"
*KILL KILL DIE-- WHAAAT?!?*
And at that moment Cell decided it would be a good time to throw the fucking ki blast.
So he threw it.
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Fortunately for the senshi, Trunks decided to step in at that particular moment. He threw a ki blast of his own at the considerably large blast that was hurling toward the two girls, countering it and sending it into a cliff. When the dust cleared, a large chunk of the cliff was gone.
The senshi stared at the cliff.
And then they stared at Trunks.
Cell growled angrily. "Stay out of this, damn it!"
Trunks glared at him, and floated down to the ground. "Don't you have a tournament to plan, Cell?"
"That is not important now." He pointed to the blonde haired girl, who blinked. "She insulted me. She has to die."
Trunks raised an eyebrow. "How could she possibly insult you so badly that you'd want to kill her?"
"She called me…something." Cell cringed. "And she _LANDED ON MY HEAD_."
"I called him a cricket!" The blonde girl chirped happily, then cringed and cowered in fear as Cell prepared another ki blast. The girl she was sitting on top of rolled her eyes.
Trunks would have burst out laughing if the situation wasn't so serious. He frowned, clenching his fists slightly. Whoever these crazy girls were, he wasn't going to let Cell kill them. "Get out of here, Cell."
The ki blast dissipated in Cell's hand, and he glared at Trunks. "Don't tell me what I can and can't do, Trunks." He smirked slightly. "Besides, how are you going to stop me? I just defeated you in combat not more then 10 seconds ago."
He then looked at the blonde haired girl. "Then again…maybe you're right. killing a bunch of gakis isn't really worth my time and effort before my little 'tournament.'" He glared at the girl. "Though that doesn't mean she won't die eventually." He looked around at the rest of the senshi, then smirked. "Heh…good luck with them, Purple Boy."
Trunks blinked. "What do you mean…" But Cell had already left. He blinked again, and looked around, then suddenly noticed the lovesick look that one of the girls, one with a crazy red bow in her hair, was giving him…
*Uh oh.*
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At this point Kouken was seriously pissed off. "You can get _off_ me now, Usagi." She said angrily to the senshi that was sitting on top of her.
"Oh…uh…oops." with a sheepish grin, Usagi stood up and brushed herself off. "Gomen Nasai, Kouken…"
She was about to roll her eyes and get up herself when a strong, firm hand grabbed hers and actually helped her up. It was that guy--Trunks, his name was. "Are you alright?" He asked.
She blinked, and was about to raise an eyebrow and tell him she was fine, maybe even ask him why he cared in the first place, when Minako ran over and pushed Kouken out of the way to get at Trunks, knocking her to the ground again. "Ah, thank you so much for telling that guy off, I though he was going to kill us all!" Minako said happily, little twinkling stars dancing around in her eyes.
"Uhh…I…" Trunks blinked, obviously confused.
Minako suddenly realized she had knocked Kouken over, and blinked, looking down at her. "Oh, uh, sorry Kouken."
"Suure you are," Kouken muttered, rolling her eyes.
"Hmm…" Makato blinked, walking in a circle around Trunks. "You know, you kinda look like my old boyfriend…"
"You mean just like Mamoru did? And Motoki? And that guy at the mall?" Minako questioned.
Makato sweat dropped. "Okay, okay, maybe not _exactly_ like my old boyfriend…"
Trunks looked at Makato. "Who?"
"Where are we anyway?" Rei asked Ami, who was typing away at her mini computer.
"I'm not sure," Ami replied. "My readings show that we're on Earth, but this certainly doesn't look like the Earth we left. I assume that when Tourmaline used Setsuna's key to transport us here, she ended up sending us to a different dimension…or perhaps the past of our own dimension." She looked at Trunks expectantly. "Excuse me, sir, but could you tell us what year it is exactly?"
Trunks blinked. Now that they mentioned it--he really didn't know what year it was, either. "Um…I'm…really not sure myself…"
Minako blinked. "Why not?" She inquired innocently. "Oh, and what's your name, anyway?"
"Watashi wa Trunks…" He blinked. These girls were even crazier then he thought they were. Though for some strange reason their outfits looked so familiar…he couldn't quite place it, but he knew he's seen them somewhere…on somebody…
"_TRUNKS_? _THAT'S_ your name?" Minako stared at him.
He raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean, 'That's my name?"
"Nothing…it's just a really weird name, that's all." She giggled. "But you're still cute anyway."
He stared at her. Cute? What was she talking about?
Kouken groaned, and stood up for the third time that day, brushing herself off. She had now decided that this 'Trunks' person was obviously a stuck-up, full-of-himself jerk. *He's probably enjoying all the attention,* She thought angrily as she watch Minako continue to close in on him, hearts in her eyes. She'd met enough guys to know that all the hot guys were jerks, and all nice guys seemed to hate her as soon as they met her. Of course, she was wrong, but at the moment she thought she was right. And that was all that mattered to her.
Minako, however, adored him. And she wasn't done talking. "Where'd you get the crazy outfit?" She asked, poking his saiyajin armor. "I mean, not that you don't look good in spandex, but I don't think I've ever seen people wearing stuff like this."
Trunks blushed slightly, and looked down at her finger. But before he had time to actually answer the question, Usagi started asking a few of her own. "Heeey, where are we exactly? Where are the outers? Where's the gates of time?" She blinked, her odangoes flapping as she looked around. "And who was that cricket guy? And what dimension is this exactly? And--" She gasped. "W-what if we never get back home! B-but then I'll never get to see my Mamo-chan again!" Her eyes welled up with oversized tears at the thought of not being able to see her beloved koi ever again.
Trunks stared at the teary-eyed senshi, lost in confusion. He was listening clearly until the blonde haired princess had gotten up to 'The Gates of Time,' and then he had gotten confused. He remembered somewhere with that name…but his memories of it now were all a blur. If he even had any memories of it. Could be just a figment of his imagination.
He never had time to actually remember anything however, because at that moment Ami started talking as well--more so to herself then anybody else. "Well, we are on Earth, that's a definite fact…we must be in a different dimension. People don't exactly know how to fly in our time…and there doesn't seem to be a moon here." She sighed and looked up from her readings on her computer at the sky. "At least that's what my calculations show."
Usagi stared at the blue haired genius in shock. "_NO MOON_? Oh no, that's even worse! Doesn't my power come from the moon? And now there isn't any? I mean, I'm not called Sailor _Moon_ for nothing!" The tears in her eyes got bigger, until they rolled down her cheek. "That's not fair! And we're probably never going to get back home! And I want Mamo-chan!"
And then Usagi began to blubber. Big, crazy waterfall tears, pouring out of her eyes like someone twisted the knob off on a water faucet. "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA *deep breath* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA H!!!!"
A considerably large sweat drop appeared on the back of Trunks's head. Somehow he knew it was going to be a long day…
*~*~*~*
Chibiusa stared blankly at the spot where her future mother had been standing not more then two seconds ago. She, being a sailor senshi, a time traveler, and a princess of the future, had seen a lot of things. Wars, villains whose faces would make small children cry, magical horses and fairies, and even a short crazed saiyajin with nothing better to do then blow things up. And even though she'd seen people disappear into thin air, it was one of those things she never really _enjoyed_ seeing. So naturally she had absolutely no clue what to say when at least half of the senshi on the team disappeared with a pink glow and a -poof-.
And naturally it freaked her out. More so then the short crazed saiyajin.
Haruka obviously seemed to be shocked as well. But in a bad way. She glared at Tourmaline, her space sword forming in her right hand. "What did you do to the inners, you crazy bitch?"
Tourmaline's widened only very slightly. It was a little known fact that Tourmaline had a slight fear of swords and other pointy objects like knives and daggers. Much too sharp and pointy and…well, painful. She would have shuddered had she not been so overconfident. After all, if you had a large, powerful key that can send people back in time and through different dimensions, and all your opponent was equipped with was a sword, you'd be pretty confident too. She smirked and held the key at arms length, the tip pointed at Haruka. "don't worry, you'll be meeting up with them in a couple of sec…"
She stopped in mid gloat abruptly as a sharp metal _something_ nudged her in the back.
"I don't think so," Hotaru said softly from behind Tourmaline.
Tourmaline shuddered involuntarily. Glaive. Sharper. Pointier. More painful. Not good.
Setsuna blinked again, slowly returning to her senses. She looked at Tourmaline, glared, and calmly walked over and snatched the key from Tourmaline, who was paralyzed from the shock of having a big pointy glaive aimed at her back. "I'll take that, thank you."
Tourmaline , now recovering from the shock, frowned. Still outmatched. Not good. She preferred having the upper hand. Two colored balls appeared in either hand; one black and the other dark green. She let them both drop to the cloud, and the area around her became covered in thick, black smoke.
Michiru coughed, trying to see through the smoke. Of course, trying to see through thick black smoke is like trying to fix a dragon radar with tape, some gum, and two paper clips. She took out her mirror and pointed it at the smoke. "Submarine Reflection!" She shouted, and a gush of seawater streamed from her mirror and engulfed the smoke, washing it away. Tourmaline had disappeared. All that was left of her was the dark green ball.
When suddenly the ball began to glow a bright sea-green color, and when it stopped glowing, a considerably large youma was standing in it's place, fangs dripping with it's own spit.
Chibiusa was the first to say what everyone was thinking aloud:
"Uh oh."
*~*~*~*
Wheeehoo! *sighs* I feel better now. No more madness at flamer. More like pity. nn;
Go! Review! Nowness!
And yes Zeal, I did write this. I am, however, glad that you took the time to read it. Perhaps if you told me why you thought it was cliché, I can improve on it so it is to your liking. You, however, sound like a rather 'cliché' sort of flamer, with your limited vocabulary and pointless teasing.
And on a funnier note: Ooh ooh ooh LD, can I have Ayato pwease? oo; *hugs her Ayato plushie* nn;
Now, on with the reading! Last chapter was kinda short, so I made this one kinda…long. nn; A little more then three pages at size 7 font, to be exacto. So enjoy it!
*...*=thinking
"…"=talking
_…_=an emphasis on a word
*~*~*~*
Mirakuru Romansu
Book 1, Part 2, Chapter 6: Bishounen Alert!
By Lady Firefly
*~*~*~*
At that particular moment, Cell was reminded of how much he hated humans. Especially annoying little teenage girls. Those were the ones that always screamed the loudest when he had absorbed them through his tail. When he had not been perfect, that is. Sure, he liked the screaming to an extent, but those _stupid_ little girls probably would have broken his fucking eardrums if they screamed long enough. That he hated.
The second thing he hated about humans was that they always showed up when you least expected it. He had been in a good mood, bragging to Trunks about his wonderful tournament idea, and was just about the fly off with a sadistic little cackle and leave before stupid little Purple Boy could recover from the shock, when a god-be-damned _TEENAGE GIRL_ lands on his _HEAD_. Like she just fell out of the sky and landed on top of him. Which seriously ruined the whole evil mood.
And the worst part was, there was _MORE_ stupid little girls around him. Which greatly annoyed him. And an annoyed evil villain is not a happy evil villain. Which meant the next person to bug him died a very bloody death. After the crazy little blonde haired girl, of course
He advanced with a ki blast in his hand, towards the girl who supposedly landed on his head, who was obviously in a state of shock, while the girl she happened to be sitting on was trying to push her off. If he was in a good mood, he might have smirked, maybe toyed with the two of them. However, the only thought on his mind now was the blonde one's demise.
When suddenly she said something that would be known throughout all of history as the stupidest thing any one had ever said to Cell, besides all the empty threats Mr. Satan would throw at him in the near future;
"Umm…please don't hurt me, Mr. Cricket? I'm s-sorry I landed on you…"
"_CRICKET_?!?"
That was it. Time to die.
He made the ki blast in his hand grow bigger and bigger, and although he didn't notice, everyone else's eyes got bigger. If he were in a good mood, he probably would of smirked at this. Of course, he was far part thinking things rationally. The only 'rational' thought in his mind was *KILL KILL MUST KILL DIE--* and so on and so forth.
"Umm…oops." The blonde haired girl said.
*DIE DIE SHI-NE DIE KILL KILL--*
The girl underneath her rolled her eyes. "Nice going, Usagi."
*KILL DIE KILL KILL MUST KILL--*
"Uhhh…sorry? Okay, maybe you're not a cricket…um…sorry? Eheh…uh…nice…evil monster…thing…eheheh…"
*KILL KILL DIE-- WHAAAT?!?*
And at that moment Cell decided it would be a good time to throw the fucking ki blast.
So he threw it.
*~*~*~*
Fortunately for the senshi, Trunks decided to step in at that particular moment. He threw a ki blast of his own at the considerably large blast that was hurling toward the two girls, countering it and sending it into a cliff. When the dust cleared, a large chunk of the cliff was gone.
The senshi stared at the cliff.
And then they stared at Trunks.
Cell growled angrily. "Stay out of this, damn it!"
Trunks glared at him, and floated down to the ground. "Don't you have a tournament to plan, Cell?"
"That is not important now." He pointed to the blonde haired girl, who blinked. "She insulted me. She has to die."
Trunks raised an eyebrow. "How could she possibly insult you so badly that you'd want to kill her?"
"She called me…something." Cell cringed. "And she _LANDED ON MY HEAD_."
"I called him a cricket!" The blonde girl chirped happily, then cringed and cowered in fear as Cell prepared another ki blast. The girl she was sitting on top of rolled her eyes.
Trunks would have burst out laughing if the situation wasn't so serious. He frowned, clenching his fists slightly. Whoever these crazy girls were, he wasn't going to let Cell kill them. "Get out of here, Cell."
The ki blast dissipated in Cell's hand, and he glared at Trunks. "Don't tell me what I can and can't do, Trunks." He smirked slightly. "Besides, how are you going to stop me? I just defeated you in combat not more then 10 seconds ago."
He then looked at the blonde haired girl. "Then again…maybe you're right. killing a bunch of gakis isn't really worth my time and effort before my little 'tournament.'" He glared at the girl. "Though that doesn't mean she won't die eventually." He looked around at the rest of the senshi, then smirked. "Heh…good luck with them, Purple Boy."
Trunks blinked. "What do you mean…" But Cell had already left. He blinked again, and looked around, then suddenly noticed the lovesick look that one of the girls, one with a crazy red bow in her hair, was giving him…
*Uh oh.*
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At this point Kouken was seriously pissed off. "You can get _off_ me now, Usagi." She said angrily to the senshi that was sitting on top of her.
"Oh…uh…oops." with a sheepish grin, Usagi stood up and brushed herself off. "Gomen Nasai, Kouken…"
She was about to roll her eyes and get up herself when a strong, firm hand grabbed hers and actually helped her up. It was that guy--Trunks, his name was. "Are you alright?" He asked.
She blinked, and was about to raise an eyebrow and tell him she was fine, maybe even ask him why he cared in the first place, when Minako ran over and pushed Kouken out of the way to get at Trunks, knocking her to the ground again. "Ah, thank you so much for telling that guy off, I though he was going to kill us all!" Minako said happily, little twinkling stars dancing around in her eyes.
"Uhh…I…" Trunks blinked, obviously confused.
Minako suddenly realized she had knocked Kouken over, and blinked, looking down at her. "Oh, uh, sorry Kouken."
"Suure you are," Kouken muttered, rolling her eyes.
"Hmm…" Makato blinked, walking in a circle around Trunks. "You know, you kinda look like my old boyfriend…"
"You mean just like Mamoru did? And Motoki? And that guy at the mall?" Minako questioned.
Makato sweat dropped. "Okay, okay, maybe not _exactly_ like my old boyfriend…"
Trunks looked at Makato. "Who?"
"Where are we anyway?" Rei asked Ami, who was typing away at her mini computer.
"I'm not sure," Ami replied. "My readings show that we're on Earth, but this certainly doesn't look like the Earth we left. I assume that when Tourmaline used Setsuna's key to transport us here, she ended up sending us to a different dimension…or perhaps the past of our own dimension." She looked at Trunks expectantly. "Excuse me, sir, but could you tell us what year it is exactly?"
Trunks blinked. Now that they mentioned it--he really didn't know what year it was, either. "Um…I'm…really not sure myself…"
Minako blinked. "Why not?" She inquired innocently. "Oh, and what's your name, anyway?"
"Watashi wa Trunks…" He blinked. These girls were even crazier then he thought they were. Though for some strange reason their outfits looked so familiar…he couldn't quite place it, but he knew he's seen them somewhere…on somebody…
"_TRUNKS_? _THAT'S_ your name?" Minako stared at him.
He raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean, 'That's my name?"
"Nothing…it's just a really weird name, that's all." She giggled. "But you're still cute anyway."
He stared at her. Cute? What was she talking about?
Kouken groaned, and stood up for the third time that day, brushing herself off. She had now decided that this 'Trunks' person was obviously a stuck-up, full-of-himself jerk. *He's probably enjoying all the attention,* She thought angrily as she watch Minako continue to close in on him, hearts in her eyes. She'd met enough guys to know that all the hot guys were jerks, and all nice guys seemed to hate her as soon as they met her. Of course, she was wrong, but at the moment she thought she was right. And that was all that mattered to her.
Minako, however, adored him. And she wasn't done talking. "Where'd you get the crazy outfit?" She asked, poking his saiyajin armor. "I mean, not that you don't look good in spandex, but I don't think I've ever seen people wearing stuff like this."
Trunks blushed slightly, and looked down at her finger. But before he had time to actually answer the question, Usagi started asking a few of her own. "Heeey, where are we exactly? Where are the outers? Where's the gates of time?" She blinked, her odangoes flapping as she looked around. "And who was that cricket guy? And what dimension is this exactly? And--" She gasped. "W-what if we never get back home! B-but then I'll never get to see my Mamo-chan again!" Her eyes welled up with oversized tears at the thought of not being able to see her beloved koi ever again.
Trunks stared at the teary-eyed senshi, lost in confusion. He was listening clearly until the blonde haired princess had gotten up to 'The Gates of Time,' and then he had gotten confused. He remembered somewhere with that name…but his memories of it now were all a blur. If he even had any memories of it. Could be just a figment of his imagination.
He never had time to actually remember anything however, because at that moment Ami started talking as well--more so to herself then anybody else. "Well, we are on Earth, that's a definite fact…we must be in a different dimension. People don't exactly know how to fly in our time…and there doesn't seem to be a moon here." She sighed and looked up from her readings on her computer at the sky. "At least that's what my calculations show."
Usagi stared at the blue haired genius in shock. "_NO MOON_? Oh no, that's even worse! Doesn't my power come from the moon? And now there isn't any? I mean, I'm not called Sailor _Moon_ for nothing!" The tears in her eyes got bigger, until they rolled down her cheek. "That's not fair! And we're probably never going to get back home! And I want Mamo-chan!"
And then Usagi began to blubber. Big, crazy waterfall tears, pouring out of her eyes like someone twisted the knob off on a water faucet. "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA *deep breath* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA H!!!!"
A considerably large sweat drop appeared on the back of Trunks's head. Somehow he knew it was going to be a long day…
*~*~*~*
Chibiusa stared blankly at the spot where her future mother had been standing not more then two seconds ago. She, being a sailor senshi, a time traveler, and a princess of the future, had seen a lot of things. Wars, villains whose faces would make small children cry, magical horses and fairies, and even a short crazed saiyajin with nothing better to do then blow things up. And even though she'd seen people disappear into thin air, it was one of those things she never really _enjoyed_ seeing. So naturally she had absolutely no clue what to say when at least half of the senshi on the team disappeared with a pink glow and a -poof-.
And naturally it freaked her out. More so then the short crazed saiyajin.
Haruka obviously seemed to be shocked as well. But in a bad way. She glared at Tourmaline, her space sword forming in her right hand. "What did you do to the inners, you crazy bitch?"
Tourmaline's widened only very slightly. It was a little known fact that Tourmaline had a slight fear of swords and other pointy objects like knives and daggers. Much too sharp and pointy and…well, painful. She would have shuddered had she not been so overconfident. After all, if you had a large, powerful key that can send people back in time and through different dimensions, and all your opponent was equipped with was a sword, you'd be pretty confident too. She smirked and held the key at arms length, the tip pointed at Haruka. "don't worry, you'll be meeting up with them in a couple of sec…"
She stopped in mid gloat abruptly as a sharp metal _something_ nudged her in the back.
"I don't think so," Hotaru said softly from behind Tourmaline.
Tourmaline shuddered involuntarily. Glaive. Sharper. Pointier. More painful. Not good.
Setsuna blinked again, slowly returning to her senses. She looked at Tourmaline, glared, and calmly walked over and snatched the key from Tourmaline, who was paralyzed from the shock of having a big pointy glaive aimed at her back. "I'll take that, thank you."
Tourmaline , now recovering from the shock, frowned. Still outmatched. Not good. She preferred having the upper hand. Two colored balls appeared in either hand; one black and the other dark green. She let them both drop to the cloud, and the area around her became covered in thick, black smoke.
Michiru coughed, trying to see through the smoke. Of course, trying to see through thick black smoke is like trying to fix a dragon radar with tape, some gum, and two paper clips. She took out her mirror and pointed it at the smoke. "Submarine Reflection!" She shouted, and a gush of seawater streamed from her mirror and engulfed the smoke, washing it away. Tourmaline had disappeared. All that was left of her was the dark green ball.
When suddenly the ball began to glow a bright sea-green color, and when it stopped glowing, a considerably large youma was standing in it's place, fangs dripping with it's own spit.
Chibiusa was the first to say what everyone was thinking aloud:
"Uh oh."
*~*~*~*
Wheeehoo! *sighs* I feel better now. No more madness at flamer. More like pity. nn;
Go! Review! Nowness!