Weiss Mond

Crossover: Sm/Wk

Chapter 1 part A revised

By: Himeno

Rating Pg13.

Summary: After the fall of the silver millennium, four senchi were re-incarnated hundreds of years before they were supposed to be, some how slipping through the spell cast by Queen Selene in her last moments of life. With no purpose these Senchi lost control of their powers, running rampant, causing chaos and destruction were ever they set foot, knowingly or unknowingly. Estet was formed by the remaining elders of the silver millennium to stop this, and prevent it from ever happening again, they've succeeded thus far, but what happens when Weiss gets caught up in the middle of it. And now that the true elders have long since become a distant memory, the descendants have been trusted to watch over the four sleeping titans. But we all know the saying 'absolute power corrupts absolutely,' even if it's only the thought of it.

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...........Weiss Mond...........

............Mission 1............

....-awaken time and water-....

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Last time

"Misato...Misato... No..." Michiru sobbed as she clutched the broken helmet to her chest."

"If you're expecting me to apologize," Keiko put her hands up in the air, in a 'what can I do gesture'. "I won't. You asked him nicely, and warned him I'd do something childish. It's his fault for not listening.

"My name's Akiko; let me help you. You might be in danger."

"I'll trust him, Keiko, I'll trust him to be the enemy; I'll trust him to not be trust worthy."

"Great, I need a password."

End synopsis

"Who could that be?" Michiru stood from her seated position in front of her computer, turning off the monitor as she moved to answer the door. Maybe Keiko and another round of lets cheer Michiko up. Belch. She hoped not. Not bothering to remove the chain she undid the dead bolt and the already existing lock within the door knob, and opened the door.

"Akiko, What are you doing here? Better yet how did you get my address?"

"Campus office. The scary thing is they didn't even ask me for some form of identification." His arms were full of stacks of paper, but Michiru could tell that if he could have he would have brushed a nervous hand through his hair. "Who knows what kind of nut jobs could end up with our home addresses let alone a lot of our personal information— hey; you gonna let me in?"

Michiru let a light brush stain her cheeks, "Oh... yah. Sorry. Just give me a moment." She shut the door the completely and undid the chain before opening it all the way. "Come on in, Sorry about the mess, I wasn't expecting company..." Michiru stepped aside, allowing Akiko entrance. Maybe he'd get the hint, Michiru thought, then again... judging by the stack of papers, he's probably not planning on going anywhere for a while.

"Nice place you got here." He moved over the coffee table and just pushed aside the things that were set on top of it and replaced them with the stack of papers he'd been carrying.

"Um... thank you." What is he playing at now?

"I have some friends at the Toto Daily, I have all the information on the four Reporters; I even have their schedules up until the day they died. Looking through these may be able to help us find out what was hidden on that disk." He sat down the floor and sat down on the floor crossing his legs. "You take this section I'll take this one, look for something that you think might be meaningful."

Michiru fought the desperate urge to raise one of her eye brows. "Right..." he was through though, she had to give him that... no, she didn't. "Before I start would you like for me to make you a cup of tea?"

"Sure, why not? If you don't mind that is?" he glanced up from the note book he was currently inspecting.

"Uhhh..." Michiru blinked the sleep tiredly from her eyes. Akiko had left around 11: 30, finally allowing her the time to try and hack into the file. Other then discovering that the four reporters had been looking into the department of energy, she was no better off than she was the day before.

"Uggg." She massaged the side of her face, the small finger sized squares imprinted into her cheek hurt like no tomorrow; she'd fallen asleep on top of her key board sometime between three and four that night... or this morning depending on how you like to think about.

The annoying electronic uh-oh filled the room. She glanced at the clock, in the corner of the screen, 10:02, she was lucky any normal student would have gotten detention for being late—her first class today wasn't until 11:45.

The flap to the mail box opened shut with a small clank. Her head twisting to look at the small piece of folded paper that had flitted to the floor. "I wonder what the at could be?" Michiru stretched— unaware of the fact that she was talking to her self—sleeping in that chair was definitely not one of her smartest moves... but what could she do about that now?

Maybe I'll go for a swim later on today. Maybe then I'll get some peace and quiet, maybe I could spend some more time with Misato after...Misato... everything was coming back to her. Why she had stayed up so late why she hadn't shut down the computer to stop that damned noise off. She picked up the piece of paper from the floor. The persistent uh-oh had stopped. She glanced at the monitor. The file was loading, where it had once listed password incorrect it now said thank you, please wait, loading.

Seemingly insignificant piece of paper still grasped in hand she moved over to view the now open file. "Crap." The annoyance seeping into her voice held more malice than her thoughts. The file was encrypted... I'll call Keiko she's good with this stuff... "Double Crap. I can't call Keiko. She could get killed just for knowing I have the disk." What to do? What to do? Deep breaths, she thought, deep calming breaths— unaware of the dimly glowing turquoise glowing symbol on her forehead. She called back some of the basics that Keiko had taught her... Got it! Who have thought the journalist were only novice level encryption-ists?

"Obviously you" she laughed to her self. "Huh what's this?" All that time she'd been typing with the piece of paper still grasped loosely in her right hand, she unfolded it.

"If you want to know the truth about the incident, come to the log cabin on Mt. Takegami tonight." Akiko read over it, his eyes narrowing in suspicion, "I don't like this."

"Um... I was thinking of going." Michiru looked down and away from him; it hurt to look at him to listen to his voice—he reminded her so much of Misato... but at the same time reminded her that he was dead.

"What? But, it's dangerous!" Akiko's fist hit the table as he stood from his seat, every one in the small café turned to look at the two.

"Please sit down, Akiko," he didn't like it, that or he was one of the best damned actors she'd ever met in person, he was glaring at everyone who made eye contact with him as he sat back down. "I know it's dangerous..." Michiru continued, "But I want to go, I want to find out why Misato died, I want to know what he died for. I'm not scared, Akiko, it's just... I want to know. Will you come with me Akiko? I came here to get your answer, Akiko, will you come with me?"

Michiru observed him for a moment longer, she stood, pulling a piece of paper from her pocket and setting it on the table in front of him, in such away that it appeared she had just used the table to steady herself as she stood.

"I'll be waiting for you here; the time is listed, if you don't show I'll take your actions as a no." she was moving to leave when hi hand suddenly shot out and grabbed hers.

"Michiru, wait." She'd turned to look at him before he'd even finished saying her name. "Please. I made a promise to help you, Michiru, I'll keep my promise. But... are you sure you want to do this? I mean there should be another way, there has to be." He let go of her hand to fold them in his lap, he was starring off into the unknown.

"I wouldn't have asked you to come if I wasn't already sure."

"The log cabin..." Michiru released a sigh of anticipation as she shut the door to the cab, "here it goes..." unconsciously she gripped the disks safely hidden within the confines of her coat pocket.

"Michiru, Wait. It could be a trap. Let me go first, after all we really have no idea who sent you that note."

"Right." Some how she just didn't feel comfortable letting him go first— but hey, she though, a promise is a promise. Huh, Kei-chan?

"I'll trust him, Keiko, I'll trust him to be the enemy; I'll trust him to not be trust worthy."

Akiko moved up the steps, his hand going for the door knob—Michiru moved to the side, if e was going to get taken out she wasn't going to just stand in the line of fire, like some... she didn't have an analogy for it.

Just as Akiko had turned the knob it was pulled in from the other side and a small blur shot out from inside—well not so small, after all it was Omi, and he was roughly the same size she as... eh... Michiru thought, my thought are starting to get too complex.

"Ms. Michiru? What are you doing here?"

"Hello, Omi." She smiled polite.

"Hey, what's going on Omi?" Yohji smiled lazily as he stepped out of the cabin, Ken just behind him.

"Oh... Ms. Michiru. What a pleasant surprise, I—" He was about continue when Aya stepped up behind him. "Um I mean, what's such a pretty city girl doing all the way out here, in the middle of nowhere?"

"I... um... received this note." She held up the folded piece of paper she had found on her floor that morning, and showed to Akiko later that day.

"Hey wait a minute..." Yohji snatched the slip of paper from her hand and began to look it over. "Ken, wasn't this the note you were supposed to deliver for me? Aw... Common, Ken, how could you mess that up?—Not that I'm complaining Ms. Michiru."

"I already told you, I'm not responsible for your love letters," he put his arms behind his head as he rolled his eyes. He turned around and re-entered the cabin.

"Damn you. Ken..." Yohji released a frustrated growl.

"Could someone please explain what's going on?" As comical as it would have been on any other normal day, it wasn't nearly as funny—she wanted answers.

"The truth...Well to make a long story short, Yohji screwed up! And the two women he was seeing accidentally bumped into each other." Ken yelled from somewhere inside the two story cabin.

Yohji turned and stomped inside after him, "that's not the truth Ken! I wasn't seeing both of them yet. My past and my future— that's all!" yelling as he went. "I just wanted to explain!"

"If that's how he wants to explain it?" Aya mumbled softly, Michiru resisted the urge to laugh at there antics. But... Misato... It had all been just a big miss understanding. She could feel her eye start to twitch. I could still be at home trying to make sense of that disk and working on the password for the second... Damn It. faintly she heard Omi talking to her but she wasn't really listening to him. She sunk down to her knees. God lord and she had been so stressed out...

Akiko bent down near her ear, "ah... who are all these guys? Michiru?"

That she had heard and understood. "They're from the flower shop, near where I live."

"Why don't you stay?" Aya looked at the other Weiss members pointedly before they all caught on.

Omi smiled, resting a reassuring hand on her shoulder, "Yah why not Ms. Michiru. After all you did come all the way out here... and we wouldn't want it to be for nothing, after all would we?"

Yohji smiled sensing a chance to get back at Ken-Ken, and ruffle a few of his feathers. "Michiru's okay... but I'm not too sure about this guy... hey Ken you'll take care of him, wont you? After all, this is your fault."

"What are you talking about? It was your letter!" ripe indignation flared to life in him, at the implied comment, a light pink blush staining his checks.

Michiru backed up into Akiko, not too thrilled with the idea of being locked in the same house as Yohji, "what do we do Akiko?" the first time they'd met was still just too fresh in her memory, for her not to be a little unnerved by the idea. After all it had taken Keiko to get him off of her.

"I guess we stay, I don't think we have a choice." Akiko mumbled.

At the answer Omi seemed a little too overjoyed; Michiru didn't have time to wonder though because the moment Akiko had given the go-a-head, Yohji had draped his arm across her shoulder and was practically forcing her inside the cabin.

Oh... she thought. Tonight was going to be a long night...

Okay... so everything wasn't as bad as she'd thought it would be. For the first time in a week she had found her self laughing—which she supposed happened to be the good thing about it, the problem: Yohji was the one making her laugh, and no, he wasn't tickling her. Yes, Akiko and Omi had had to save her from him and his advances one too many times for her liking. The good thing: she was laughing.

"—and then, Omi slipped and his head went right up her skirt! I don't think it was an accident. You know?" Yohji made an implying gesture.

Omi's checks turning bright red, "It was because you sprayed too much water on the ground!" Michiru released another peal of laughter at his flustered appearance.

"Hey, man, Whatever, If that's how you want to tell it cool." Yohji put up his hands in surrender. Michiru covered her mouth in an attempt to smother her laughter, but to no avail.

"I'm telling the truth! That's what happened." Omi growled a small vain beginning to throb on his fist.

"I haven't laughed this much in ages, thanks guys."

"What's taking Ken and Aya so long? I mean I'm gonna starve to death if they don't get here soon." Yohji got up from his sitting position he wrapped his arms behind his head as hissed.

"Oh... Stop being mellow-dramatic Yohji! Don't worry they'll be back soon enough." Omi tilted back in the chair he was sitting in to get a better look at Yohji. An odd gesture, Michiru though, but I wouldn't let him out of my sites either. How knows what kind of shit he could pull if you were left to his devices.

Omi's cell phone began to ring; he rummaged around in the front pocket of his coveralls for a moment. The action reminded Michiru of a woman searching through her purse, for the noisy object.

"Omi here—Oh hi Ken, Uh... Okay By."

"So where are they?" Yohji leaned against the back of the sofa putting his head level with hers. Michiru resisted the urge to release a feral hiss. He was doing it again! She could feel his warm breath against her neck... she resisted the urge to jump up and nail him in the kisser with her fist. Better yet she thought shove my shoe down his throat.

The others were oblivious to her plight however, as Omi continued to explain what was going on, car trouble, fun, just great. At least she wasn't going to get left alone with Yohji.

It was just me and Akiko, maybe I would have been better off with Yohji... NEVER!

I got up and moved towards the balcony, I needed to think what could the password for the second disk be?

I felt more so than heard Akiko come up behind me, I released a sigh but caught myself and turned it into a groan. "I've don think I've ever had this much fun in my whole life."

"Sorry to put a damper on your parade, but we need to find out the password for that disk." Akiko laid a gentle had on her shoulder. the fact that he knew she had one of the disks didn't bother her, she already had a copy of the data on the second disk she'd opened early that day, saved on her computer, and the disk in a safety deposit box under an alias shed used as a child. Her parents wouldn't find it. But... Keiko would.

"Alright..." she turned away from the cloudless night sky to head indoors but something flashed just out of the corner of her eye.

"Oh... wow. A shooting star... There's another one." She moved back towards the balcony rail as she continued to stare up at the wide open sky in hopes of glancing may, just maybe the site of another shooting star.

"They're just pieces of cosmic junk falling into earth's atmosphere... but they never cease to amaze me." She sighed; she used to pretend they were souls coming back to the earth to be reborn from some far off place when she was little.

"It would mean nothing if I were alone." Michiru blinked how lame could this guy get? Was he trying o pull a Kudou on her or something? He'd removed his glasses and was staring up at the sky, looking even more like a slightly darker haired Misato than he ever had... He hadn't meant for it to sound corny, he probably didn't even realize it was, Michiru thought taking in the soft longingful look he was giving the sky. She felt guilt—no, that wasn't right, Sadness; maybe, it was a mixture of the two?— looking at him. Some who looked so much like Misato didn't deserve to not be happy. It made her heart hurt. She moved from her position against the rail, but it took a few moments for her to register what she was doing afterwards— she was hugging him. Her arms had wrapped themselves around his neck. What was she thinking putting herself in this position? He wasn't Misato! Yes he promised to help me— but I didn't have this in mind when I made my promise to Keiko.

How did I get into this mess any way? She thought. Akiko was slowly leaning down towards her as if he was going to kiss her. Star dust! She put her hand in his face stopping him from kissing her, and pushed. "Wait! That's it!"

Akiko rubbed his nose, "what, is it?" he watched as Michiru ran into the cabin.

"The password!" She called over her shoulder. Vaguely she recalled seeing a pc in the main room of the cabin, she made a bee-line for it grabbing her coat on the way—the disks tucked safely in its inner pockets.

"What?!" he chased after her, both had been unaware of Omi, dressed in his mission gear, cross bow at the ready hiding in the higher branches of a tree that over looked the balcony and gave him a semi clear view of what was going on inside.

"The department of energy deals with the admissions and flares of space. Star Dust." Michiru was speaking more to her self than to Akiko. As she slid the second floppy into the (A:) drive. The same password pop up appeared on the screen as she attempted to access the file. First typing in the eight lettered word, or words depending on how you thought about it... password incorrect damn, Dust, maybe? YES! pass word correct, thank you, please wait, loading a tiny time table appeared slowly counting down the time to load.

Akiko's hand had come to rest on her shoulder while she was typing in different combinations of the words Star and Dust. It tightened as the file opened revealing the same encryption though slightly altered, because of change in content.

"Yeah! Something easy." Michiru spoke, her back hunching slightly as she put all her energy into removing the encryption. The symbol of Neptune glowed faintly, but neither of the two occupants of the room noticed it over the glare from the computer screen or the bright over head lights.

"Got It!" Michiru's delighted smile was replaced with a confused frown as she skimmed over the contents of the document. "Wow..." she thought no wonder I was unable to understand the other disk. She thought. "This is big...it looks like the plans for the illegal sale of nuclear power... A lot of nuclear power." She corrected her self, and they're going to use it—who ever they are—to try and wake something up. Something big.

She was faintly aware of Akiko's hand leaving her shoulder, but paid no head until a foreign voice filled her ears.

"Congratulations," Michiru turned to look at Akiko just as something flew by her head, imbedding itself in the wall behind her, "you're right, if that got out, just imagine the scandal." Akiko moved to pull a small ax from the wall. He was standing at his full height above her seated form and from were she sat that was a good four feet above her own head he was adjusting the glasses that he replaced on his face sometime on his way back inside the cabin.

She was faintly aware of the small trickle of blood that slowly made its way down her left cheek. She tumbled back words out f the chair in an attempt to put as much distance between him and her.

Akiko was smiling down at her, his glasses glinting maliciously. "That was why the minister had us hired; he needed us to take care of his little 'problem'. He laughed then, "thank you for getting us the password." Michiru backed up into something, she looked away from Akiko, three more men had joined him wearing hockey masks and what she could only assume were wigs, clothed in what she could only describe as full body spandex suits.

"But you see," Akiko moved to kneel beside her, the ax in his hand coming to press against her throat," now that we have the password, we have no need for you."

The three men that had entered the room started snickering. "Hardly seems fair." One of them whispered but he, which ever the one who spoke was made no move to help her.

"It was a pleasure fooling you into helping us find the password, Ms. Kaioh. But I'm afraid you now you must DIE!" Akiko brought the ax back away from her throat, to her everything seemed to slow down, the ax in Akiko's hand started coming down,

Yohji watched form behind the wall of the stairwell. Listening to everything they said.

His eyes narrowing, as there laughter filled his ears, then widening as he watched Akiko's arm pull back to strike. "Come on Aya," he whispered, "what's taking so long?"

Michiru had four options: 1) dodge left, towards the open window where she faced a good 15 foot drop down the rocky landscape and a probably chance of death. Or dodge right, towards the open balcony doors and be faced with a good chance of escape, or being re-captured... 'Or,' she thought irritated, 'I can just sit here and ponder my options while I get my head hacked off.'

She chose the second option over the first and third, sprinting towards the open family room door. The ax imbedding itself deep in the wooden floor, as she ran she could here their chaotic yelling and the thundering of their foot steps just behind her—they were going to out run her.

She pressed forward only to feel one of the m tackle her. She sat up from her position on the ground, something in the back of her mind kept nagging her, and she almost instantly realized what, she was still alive. Why? She faintly remembered turning in her assailants grasp as they fell to the floor her hands coming to rest on his shoulders and then a bright light she assumed that it was from hitting her head to hard as she made impact with the floor. But that didn't explain why exactly she was glowing or that the man that had tackled her was now suspended mid air in a gigantic ball of water, his hands flailing scratching at the prison of water.

Akiko and the other assassins had stopped just feet away from the orb of water; Akiko's arm was winding up to throw the ax, and just as he released it the lights went out and something hard and warm crashed into her knocking her out of the way of the ax.

The mixed sent of freshly cut flowers and cigarette smoke filled her nose. Yohji was the first thought that came to mind when she tried to place the sent. She suddenly felt numb, and tired, numb, cold and tired, her mind corrected as she passed out. Stress does that to people like me, she mumbled in her mind. She just hoped Yohji recognized the signs of shock. The last thing she wanted was to wake up falling to earth just like the stars she dreamed about as a child.

############ three days later############

The shop was bustling as usual on Friday afternoon's, many of the girls near by having just gotten there allowances that morning or the night before. Aya was adjusting an arrangement of flowers that Yohji was supposed to have taken care of 20 minutes ago a deep scowl marring his face. Yohji was off flirting with some lady that had passed by out front. Ken was doing everything and anything to keep himself busy, and from being cornered by many of his 'adoring fans.'

Omi laughed into the phone, "Yah. Totally Ms. Michiru." He continued watering some of the more expensive temperamental plants that Aya wouldn't let Ken go near for fear that he might damage the merchandise, or Yohji, for fear of him getting generous with the water and end up drowning them. "We were so... useless we were so scared we couldn't even go for help. And there were four of us; you'd think that four grown men would be able to pull it together, right?— Ms. Michiru?" the phone had gone dead he looked at it the cordless thinking maybe he had pressed the off button with his check, or something.

"Some once told me they're supposed to cheer you up."

"Huh." Omi's head turned to see Ms. Michiru sitting at one of the tables in front of the store. "Ms. Michiru." This got both Ken and Aya's attention.

"You should stop while you're a head Omi-kun; anyways you're a terrible liar." She was playing with the blossoms of a potted violet that sat in front her, her cell phone sitting on the table next to it. She was wearing her Mugen uniform, only the difference in this one from the other Mugen students that milled in and out of the store was that she was wearing the college level one, not the high school. A maroon skirt, and a gray blazer, with a black undershirt, and a maroon tie around her neck, the crest of Mugen embroidered on the brest pocket of the blazer.

"Ms. Michiru?"

"I won the competition; they forced me to graduate early because of it." She looked up at him.

"Oh... Ms. Michiru. Hey. How are you doing." Yohji came to stand next to open, a wolfish grin spreading across his face. "I take by the uniform you're in college now, ne, Ms. Michiru. I think I liked the other uniform better on you though; it accented your eyes." He moved forward to take the seat across form her.

"Yohji, leave Ms. Michiru alone she already made it clear that she isn't interested!" Ken yelled from inside the store. There was a crash and then a scream from the younger soccer player. Ken came out of the store jumping up and down holding onto his foot, tears of pain rolling down his face. Yohji laughed. Ken sat down in one of the chairs next to Michiru.

Michiru giggled softly as she watched Ken's attentive fans swarm around him. Some one took hold of her hand, she looked over to Yohji. He was smiling at her, she returned the smile.

"What are you two doing sitting around for, we have customers!" Aya had stepped out of the flower shop glaring mostly at Yohji.

"I was just keeping our lovely lady friend, Ms. Michiru, here company... Do you have a problem with that?" Yohji reclined in the chair dropping Michiru's hand to gaze pointedly at his fellow assassin.

"You're not being paid to keep her company," with that said Aya turned on his heal and re-entered the store.

Michiru smiled, Aya had completely missed Yohji's bait, looking down at her watch her smiled faded she had a class she had to get to. Standing she removed the disks from her pocket, after all that was why she was here, and to give thanks were they were needed to be given.

Yohji had fallowed her movement standing, and stretching lazily, Ken remained sitting nursing his injured foot. Omi had flittered off somewhere to take care of a customer. Michiru stepped up to Yohji; she slipped the disks in the front pocket of his apron.

"I recommend that you and your teammates take a through look at those. And..." she went up on her tip toes to press her lips gently to his cheek, "thank you for pushing me out of the way last night."

Ken had watched the exchange with wide eyes, "how the hell did she know Yohji? Yohji!" His team mate was staring after the aqua haired woman as she walked away down the street disappearing in the crowd.

"I don't know Ken... But I hope that isn't as far as I'm ever going o get with her." Omi walked out then catching the tail end of the conversation his cheeks colored and he turned and walked right back into the store.

"How are things going?" a plump well dressed elderly woman asked, her face hidden behind shadows, a man kneeled before the three figures that hid in the shadows of the poorly lit but well furnished room.

"Yes has our ward awakened yet?" another thinner but still elderly looking woman spoke, leaning forward in her seat.

"She merely stirs, we expect her to awaken in the next hour or so, Sir, Madams." The man that was kneeling before the three figures whispered almost afraid that he may say or do something wrong, the consequences of such actions being... unthinkable.

"Very well," the third figure spoke he moved forward revealing a weathered face, and faded ice blue eyes, "Please alert us when she has awakened, we wish to speak with her immediately."

"Yes sir," the man kneeling stood, understanding his dismissal; he bowed as he backed away from the elders.

"Has the implant been put in place?" the first of the elders spoke, her amazingly sweet old lady voice contrasting drastically with her sharp gaze.

"Yes, yes, I had it tested, it is fully operational," the second woman spoke, "When she awakes she will be completely under our control."

"That's good," the elderly man smiled maliciously, "it's a pity that we have to be so careful, of such a new toy," he continued.

"Yes such a pity, but well worth it." the second lady spoke.

"Has any one connected us to that scandal, with the Toto Daily newspaper?" the first elderly lady spoke.

"Of course not, that is why we employ such people as the minister of power, to do the dirty stuff for us."

"Quite right, quite right." The elderly man choked out, between gruff bouts of laughter, the other two elders joining in with him, the sound eerie, as if foreign to there mouths.

End Mission 1

Part B.

The powers of the senchi of water have awakened, now what? She knows that we're the ones that saved her that night, Aya, and what was on those disks, that has Manx's panties in such a twist. And who's this biker chick that has Ken-Ken wrapped around her little finger. "Haruka where the hell have you been, Nan's been worried sick over you."

Next time: enter the guardian; elementals of sea and sky re-unite.