Thanks Hoshimare! Yes, nasty creatures. And...does anyone else think that Haruka loves her car a little too much?? Once again, I do not own neither Sailor Moon and Saint Seiya.
A tall blond stood still amongst the shadows cast by the trees, watching as medics loaded two people onto stretchers and carried them into an ambulance. Convinced that they were in good hands, Haruka flipped her cell phone shut, and dropped it into her pocket, cutting through a copse of trees to reach the street.
As she was putting up the kickstand on her motorcycle, a yellow sports car screamed up to the curb. Never mind that Michiru was behind the wheel, looking worried. Never mind that Hotaru was in the passenger's seat looking grim. It was Haruka's car that was sitting on the edge of the street.
"What happened?!" Michiru demanded, hopping out, having apparently noticed the few shreds of Sailor Uranus' aura that hovered about Haruka. Haruka, however, was busy scanning the car for any dents, scratches or dust. "Haruka!" Michiru snapped, and slammed the door. Well, that definitely got her attention.
"Don't...slam...the...door..." Haruka said slowly, chiseling each sound. Michiru sighed heavily.
"It's a car, Haruka. A hunk of metal." The blond sniffed, and went to run her hands carefully over the frame.
"It is not just a car," she replied in a patronizing voice. "It is a delicate piece of machinery..." The other woman rolled her eyes, and Hotaru leaned over the seat, frowning.
"The danger, Michiru-mama?" she asked, reminding the blue-haired woman of why they had come in Haruka's precious car in the first place.
"Yes...Haruka, what happened? You transformed, didn't you?" Haruka shrugged, ready to dedicate her attention to Michiru now that she had completely assessed the current state of her car.
"Nothing...like the old days, really. A monster attacked two people in the park. I took care of the thing, and then anonymously called the medics to come pick them up...they were both out cold. And the guy had a pretty nasty acid burn on his leg."
"So...it's gone?" Haruka nodded.
"This one is, yes. But it struck me as the sort that has many brothers and sisters, if you get my meaning." Michiru sighed.
"But of course...the victims, though...what did it do to them?" Haruka's expression darkened. She had not liked what she had seen.
"When I got there, there was a girl passed out on the ground, and the thing had a guy in a choke hold a few feet off the ground. The guy looked like he was about to black out too, but I distracted the thing, and destroyed it. They'll both be okay...but it was kind of unsettling."
"This doesn't sound good," Hotaru commented, standing besides Michiru. "What if it had some control over their minds?" Haruka shifted her helmet from one hand to the other.
"If I am right, I suspect that we'll know enough of these things soon enough."