Chapter 17 - Gundam Pilots meet Sailor Scouts
It was the next day after the Scouts had seen all seven Gundams last night. They were amazed to say the least to have seen such impressive machines. But the problem remained of finding out who the pilots were. The girls had their suspicions of the seven young men in the park last night, but they couldn't be very sure about that. But they knew that Tre was pilot of DreadScythe (not a very hard conclusion to make for us smart folks). Instead, the five Inners, plus Michelle and Trista all decided to go shopping. It was time to get some new clothes anyway.
Lita picked the others up in her forest green Infinity sedan and drove to them all to the mall. They had trouble finding a parking spot, since it was so crowded. When they finally found a spot, they would have to make a long walk to the entrance.
Lita was dressed nicely in a long, sleeveless kimono that was dark forest green in color with gold embroidery snaking its way across the outfit. From her neck down to her feet; her shoulders bare. As she always was more developed than the others were, her firm bust swelled underneath her kimono. She wore green flat-heeled slip-on shoes and little sugar pink rose earrings. She coated her luscious lips in a pale green lipstick and her brown hair was brushed into a neat, however, wavy ponytail.
Mina wore a very short sleeved pink shirt, showing a lot of her mid-riff due to her years of physical development, (also, she tucked the loose part of the shirt under her bust) and a pair of very short jean shorts. So short, that part of her cute, firm tush was showing on both sides. She had some shiny orange lipstick on and heart-shaped dangling earrings. Her long blonde hair hung to her knees now, and her trademark red bow was tied in her silky golden tresses. Finally, she wore a pair of white lace-up, platform shoes.
Amy always dressed well. She wore her white long sleeve button shirt topped by a dark blue vest. Her brown shorts went down to the middle of her thighs and her white socks and brown boots covering her feet. Her black choker with gold ornament hanging from it was around her neck. Her short blue hair remained short and blue, like always, and blue lipstick.
Raye came today in her large red tank, which covered her body nicely, hugging her curves and conforming around her firm bust; rather pleasing to the male eye. She also wore short khaki hiking shorts. She had a red lip gloss coating her lips. She had on a pair of black, high-heeled Sketchers boots and her purple-black hair was pleated nicely into several long braids, her bangs hung down the sides of her face.
Finally, Serena. She was decked out in a white baby doll shirt with a bunny on it, a ball of cotton where the tail was. Now that Serena was a blossoming 18-year-old girl, like her friends she was currently walking with, her bustline had increased keeping her shirt hem above her navel. Her golden blonde hair done up in its twin buns with the excess hair streaming down to her shin. Her black shorts came higher than Amy's shorts on her supple thighs. Fitting around her entire lower leg were a pair of black lace-up boots. Finally, a thin coat of shining pastel pink lipstick accented her lips and her from her ears hung little earrings with crescents on them.
"Where should we check for Trista and Michelle?" Mina asked suddenly.
"The clothes store, of course," Raye said. "That's what we're here for."
"But..." Serena started.
"What?" the rest of the girls asked.
"I'm hungry!" Serena said, holding her smooth belly.
The girls groaned and fell over...anime style!
"Is food all you think about, meatball head?" Raye yelled.
"Kind of," Serena said, meekly.
Raye sighed and pulled Serena to the rest of the group. They walked on to the entrance, stopped to compose themselves, (adjusting their breasts, pulling up their shorts, you know...) and opened the doors. The five walked in, smiling confidently. Several people, ranging from all ages of men and women looked at the teenaged girls. A pair of teenaged guys looked at the girls mouths hanging open and eyes bugging out. Mina looked over at them and waved with her fingers. One of them knocked a display of ties over, everyone laughed. Then the girls walked on to the clothing store.
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"How the Hell are we going to get my car to the Earth without the engine block cracking, the coolant freezing, or the whole vehicle busting from the below freezing environment of outer space?" Tre said to his team.
"We could wrap it in a small pod or something," Duo said.
"We don't have a small pod," Tre said.
"Try this," Pyrone said. "We feed a course to the shuttle's computer that will make it fly into the atmosphere. Then we get in our Gundams, grab the car and the bike, let the shuttle fly out to its orbit, and we land safely, with the car and bike, on Earth."
"Sounds good," Tre said. "But someone will have to ride with me on my bike."
No one said anything, then,
"I don't mind in the least," Quatre said.
"Good," Tre said. "But you are holding onto my shoulders, got it?"
"Yeah," Quatre said.
"All right, get dressed for a trip to the mall, guys," Tre said.
The pilots looked quite cool in their civilian clothes. In fact, they hardly looked like they were from the future. Of course, Tre had to don out the threads since the other pilots had only what they wore on their backs at the time.
Heero wore an extra large, short sleeve, black button-up collared shirt and a pair of baggy denim jeans. He capped his head with a black bandanna that Tre had lent him, and a pair of black Adidas shell toes.
Duo had a black T-shirt that had a white outline of a European dragon. His lower half was clothed in black jean shorts that hemmed near his knees. Finally, white ankle socks covered by black cross trainer shoes.
Trowa wore a short sleeve plaid button shirt open over his yellow T-shirt. His sunglasses had green lenses and silver frames. On his lower half was a pair of khaki carpenter pants with many pockets and shoes were a pair of black Vans.
Quatre was the only one who went as he dressed all the time. He wore his pale pink shirt and purple vest over that. His dark khaki dress pants descended down his legs to his brown dress shoes. But, Quatre did wear a gray bucket hat that Pyrone lent him.
Wufei went in his white martial arts uniform. The top covered his arms and hung to his thighs while the pants started at his waist and went to his ankles. From there, it was his white silken stockings and his black shoes. Underneath the top was Wufei's blue tank.
Tre wore a loose black T-shirt with the blue-outlined puke green letters of KoRN written across the chest. On the back was a cartoon drawing of the members with their hairstyles and clothes but their skin was wrapped mumy style. Tre's muscular arms hung at his sides, silver ring on his right-hand thumb, a pleated black bracelet on his left wrist. A pair of loose dark green shorts with orange elastic drawstrings at the cuffs, which hung below his knees. The low white socks popped over the tops of black Adidas shell toe shoes.
Finally, Pyrone was dressed like Mr. Clean...literally. His white undershirt was all that covered the bulging muscles of his torso, then his baggy denim jeans drooped over his black Steel Toe boots. His black braids hung around his chest, down the top of his back, and would snake on his shoulders. The guy really did look like Brian "Head" Welch, especially with that goatee of his.
"All right, guys," Tre said. "Let's get going."
The pilots all went to their respective Gundams and let the shuttle do the flying. Every pilot strapped themselves into their Gundams's cockpits and activated their machines. The viewscreens of each showed the innards of the pods they were kept in while reentry was taking place. Tre snapped on some music, his cockpit flooded with the crashes of symbols and the roar of distorted guitars and heavy bass (like Staind's Mudshovel).
The shuttle had finally breached the atmosphere and the Gundams left their pods. DreadScythe flew to the underside of the shuttle to the opened cargo hold. Waiting on the ramp were the car and the jetbike. DreadScythe picked the two vehicles up and the ramp started to close. Once DreadScythe had taken the two vehicles, the shuttle pitched upward, headed back to space. The seven Gundams just free-fell to Earth for a bit. DreadScythe fired its rockets first, slowing its descent as it neared 5000 feet altitude. It's speed dramatically slowed as the rockets thrust power overcame the force of gravity. DreadScythe had kept an easy but firm grip on the two vehicles of its pilot. DreadScythe easily landed and set the two vehicles down on the nearby road. It then kneeled below the tree line and drooped its head, powering down.
The rest of the Gundams had arrived and done the same as DreadScythe had. Tre got out of the cockpit and walked to his jetbike. His gloves were in the side compartment of the bike and his helmet was currently in his left arm. He walked to the jetbike and swung his left leg over the vehicle. Quatre got on behind Tre and placed a black helmet identical to Tre's on his head. Tre fitted his gloves and placed the helmet on his head. He punched a few keys on the small pad near the handlebars then kick started his bike, revving the jet engine to full afterburner. The bright orange funnel lashed out from the exhaust nozzle. The car was going to be driven by Pyrone this time, Trowa was the front passenger.
"You know where you going?" Tre asked, pulling up beside the car.
"No, I don't know where I goes," Pyrone said, starting the car.
"Follow me," Tre said, flipping his visor down. "And stop using bad grammar!"
"Yes, mother," Pyrone smiled.
Tre twisted the throttle full back, speeding away. Pyrone put the pedal to the metal, peeling out and shifting into second. Tre was going rather fast and was weaving in and out of cars effortlessly. Pyrone was having more trouble, due to the fact that he might have to stop quickly and downshift. He was weaving though, and was at least ten feet behind Tre at the time. The car's engine growled, its pitch went higher as the engine revved higher. Pyrone was in fourth gear and wasn't even going to shift into fifth with this traffic. Tre was getting slower as well, the traffic density was unbelievable for two o' clock in the afternoon. Tre had finally managed to get over to take a shortcut, followed by Pyrone. The two were screaming down an alley and had popped out onto a relatively clear street. Tre and Pyrone rode hard and fast to the mall.
They had finally made it, but they still had to find a parking spot. Tre pulled in next to a forest green Infinity sedan and had parked the bike perpendicular to the spot so Pyrone could pull into the same spot with the car. Tre had taken his gloves and his helmet off, placing the helmet on the seat of the bike and the gloves in their compartment. The black car pulled into the spot at a high speed and stopped centimeters from Tre and Quatre's legs. The growling engine was shut down and the doors opened. Pyrone and Trowa both pushed the seatback forward to let Heero, Duo and Wufei get out of the car. Pyrone shut his door and Heero shut the passenger door. All seven walked to the entrance abreast. They looked like high school buddies from America than from Japan, save for Wufei who looked like a Chinese fighter. They all walked through the doors and walked through the store getting shocked looks from shoppers around them. They took an escalator up to the second floor of the mall.
"There's a music store up here that let's you play with the instruments," Tre informed. "So I figured we could loosen up a bit and jam."
"Do they have a drum kit?" Duo asked with interest.
"Yeah," Tre said. "You drum?"
"I started it a year ago," Duo said.
"Cool," Tre responded. "Anyone else play an instrument?"
Heero answered, "I learned to play a few tunes on the guitar."
"Oh really?" Wufei said. "Funny you should mention that, Yuy."
"Why, Wufei?" Heero asked.
"I play the guitar as well," Wufei said.
"Huh," Tre said. "Well, let's go in."
They stood in front of a large store with a full drum kit, a couple of five-string basses, three seven-string guitars, and two microphones stood on a raised platform (no coincidence, I swear). They were staring at the beautiful set-up when a clerk approached them.
"Moshimoshi," the clerk said, bowing.
"Huh?" Duo said.
"He said 'hello'," Heero informed his braided friend.
"Oh, I'm sorry," the clerk said. "I didn't realize you all spoke English."
"Yeah," Pyrone said. "No prob."
"I see you're interested in our set-up," the clerk smiled.
"This wouldn't happen to be a KoRN set up?" Tre asked. "It looks like an extra guitar and bass."
"Well, a group just had a jam session and they had three guitarists, two bassists, and a drummer. So we set it up for them and they had just left an hour ago."
The seven of them all got on the platform. Tre picked up a Universe seven string guitar and slung the strap around his back. Heero and Wufei did the same, Heero with an K-7 and Wufei the RG7621. Pyrone picked up the stained oil finished bass and Trowa picked up the grey nickel. Duo got behind the Tama drum kit and Quatre placd himself near the platform's second microphone. The clerk turned on the amps.
Pyrone slapped the strings with his thumb and fiddled with the tuning, while Trowa tried to match Pyrone. Tre was pressing the pedals attached to the other end of the guitar's cord. He was seeing which one would give him the right distortion. Heero and Wufei were too busy tuning their guitars to a lower setting. Duo was smashing the cymbals and banging the snare drum. Tre moved to the free mic and brought it by his pedals.
Duo said, "Everybody ready?"
"Yeah!" came the chorus of deep voices.
"Which song?" Duo asked.
"Everyone know 'Freak On A Leash'?" Tre asked.
"Yep," Heero and Wufei said.
"I'll watch Pyrone for the changes," Trowa said, slapping the strings.
"I know almost any song that was popular in the late twentieth-century," Duo said.
"OK," Tre said. "Begin."
Four clicks of Duo's sticks then Tre broke into a screaming high intro. Pyrone and Trowa slapping the strings, the low bass coming through the cabinets behind the players. Heero and Wufei accompanied Tre's intro with the distorted variants. Duo was keeping the bass beat and snare pop great, the high hat, too. Quatre stepped up to the mic and began the twisted poetry of the song. Then, when the pre-chorus part came, the whole band went crazy. Tre continued to sling the guitar while Quatre sang, then when Pyrone and Trowa slapped the strings loudly, the percussive sound of the strings against the pick-ups blasted their way out of the cabinets. Tre stepped up to the mic as Quatre emitted, "You'll never see me far from grace."
Then all the percussive players bent over their instruments, beating the shit out of them. Trowa and Pyrone slapped the strings of the basses, getting all the percussive attacks as loud as possible. Duo beat the drumheads like cheap cardboard and smashed the cymbals as hard as he could. The guitarists were strumming the strings hard, getting that voluminous roar out of them. Tre yelled the lyrics out like a barking wolf,
"Somethin' takes a/part of me! You and I were/meant to be! A cheap fuck for/me to lay! Somethin' takes a/part of me!"
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-Ten minutes before-
"Trista! Michelle!" Serena called, waving.
The two older women waved back, smiling at the zeal of their princess, even after all she's been through. The two older women were in the same sort of outfits as the rest of the girls. Trista was wearing a black leather halter top and a matching leather skirt. She wore maroon lipstick and her feet had on pair of black shoes with straps below the ankles from the backs of the shoes going around the legs. Her green-black hair was done in a small bun at the top then the rest flowed to her knees.
Michelle was wearing a low-cut aqua top with spaghetti straps and white short shorts. She had aqua-colored backless platform shoes on her feet and clear lip gloss on her lips.
"So, where would you like to start?" Trista asked the girls.
"I need a night gown," Serena stated. "I can't stand pajamas anymore, it isn't feminine enough for me."
"Good idea!" Lita said. "I needed a new night gown myself."
"I guess my pajamas could stand to be replaced," Amy said.
"Off to the intimate apparel!" Mina shouted.
The group walked to that part of the store and looked through all the colors, styles, and prices. They each picked out the same style night gown in their respective colors: Serena got white, Mina got orange, Amy got blue, Raye got red, Lita got forest green, Michelle got aqua, and Trista got black.
After all the gowns were paid for and bagged, the group started to walk around the mall. Amy wanted to stop at the puzzle store to defend her title as chess champion. It was then that they found themselves on the second floor when they heard music coming from the opposite end of the floor. They wanted to know what it was, so they quickened their pace. They'd gotten halfway across the floor when the music intensified. The sounds were louder and more heavy sounding. They arrived at the source, finding themselves in front of the music dealer store.
There on stage were the seven guys they saw last night at the park. Tre was playing a guitar and roaring something into the microphone; it didn't sound like anything but gibberish. Braids was bent over, holding up a bass and slapping at a string with his thumb. Duo was behind the drums, pumping out the beat of the song. The little blonde was head banging, two of the others were on the guitars, thrashing about, and the last of them was on the other bass.
Then, Tre shouted, "GO!"
The entire beat changed, the mix of the instruments was a heavy rock sound. A small mosh pit had formed in front of the stage and a crowd of people was gathering. After another minute, the song ended and the crowd cheered, calling for an encore so the group fired up another song.
It seemed that Tre tried his best to emulate the sample of Static-X's sample at the beginning of 'This Is Not'. He then yelled into the mic,
"This is not, this is not, this is not, I hate this!"
The group just bent over again, some thrashing all over the platform. The volmuninous roar of the combined instruments was overpowering the small crowd, not to mention the pops of the snare and the booming bass drum and the crashing cymbals. It was giving the Scouts a reason to stand up and start dancing as best they could to the music, joining the small group at the front of the platform. The lead vocalist, Tre, was starting to emit the odd rhymes of the verses. He then broke into the chorus.
"This is not my life! This is not my home! This is not me! I hate this!"
He repeated it once more then just started the next verse a few seconds later. The heavy sound made by the bass and the low end guitar chords were shocking, to say the least, in their accuracy and overall quality. The young men played and "sang" until the end of the song. They then stopped playing and set the instruments back in their respective stands. All the while the crowd was cheering, roaring, and whistling. Near the back, the Scouts were all recovering from the initial shock of the amazing performance. As the seven boys dismounted the stage, they were getting pats on the back from the crowd and kisses from girls. A few tried to get autographs from the boys, however the group declined politely.
As they walked toward the stairs, they passed the Scouts. Tre took a glance at them, smiled, and winked at Mina. Mina sighed and nearly fainted. The rest of the boys (save for Wufei) gave chuckles or grins to the Scouts (Duo flashed Lita his patented Maxwell grin), or a cross between a smug smile and a happy look (Pyrone looking at Trista). Trista was immediately found blushing and smiling meekly, like a little embarrassed kid. As the boys moved out of earshot and the crowd parting, the girls all looked at each other and began to chatter excitedly, but not Raye.
"Did you see what Tre did?" Mina squealed. "He winked at ME!"
"OH-MY-GOD!" Lita said, hysterically. "I think I'm in love! I've got my Prince Charming now!"
"I don't see why you're so excited," Raye murmered.
"My goodness, I think Tre was right after all," Trista muttered, smiling.
Once the others heard that they stopped their chatter and stared at Trista. Trista, knowing full well the severity of what she just blurted out, went immediately red in the face. Michelle kept her mouth shut.
"What do you mean Tre was right after all?" Serena querried.
"Did he say something to you, Trista?" Lita wondered.
"I'll bet that guy with the dark braids is interested in you," Raye said.
"He does look kinda cute," Amy said.
The rest of the group just laughed at this remark, save for Trista and Michelle. Amy was beginning to regret her remark however it did make Trista feel better.
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The girls were starting to get very tired of Serena's insistant whining that they eat, so they made their way to the food court. Trista went to a small sushi hut and ordered twelve vegetable rolls plus a cup of miso soup and a green tea to drink. Michelle got herself a pint of shrimp lo mein from a Chinese restaurant and some iced tea to drink.
Lita had bought a plate of shrimp tempora and a bottled water. Raye bought a bowl of noodles with chunks of various seafood meat. Amy had gotten a box of sweet and sour chicken with sweet and sour sauce with an apple juice. Serena had gotten many food orders. Serena had purchased two double cheeseburgers, one hot dog, a box of fries, a Bratwurst sausage, sauerkraut, a chicken burrito, a friut smoothie, and a root beer float. Mina had settled for a couple of slices of pizza and some soda.
The girls had trouble finding a table large enough for all their food and Serena's. Luckily, they found one nearby that was just able to take seven more occupants. Seven boys they didn't recognize at first were all spread out around four small tables put right next to each other. As they approached, a familiar face spotted them from among the table's occupants.
"Hey girls," Tre said, looking up. "Wanna join us?"
The rest of the pilots all turned in their seats to look at the girls that had approached. Heero laid his eyes on Serena and thought, 'She's cute.' He then mentally punched himself. Tre sensed this and laughed mentally. Duo flashed his grin at Lita again, the latter blushing and smiling. Trowa and Michelle locked eyes, Michelle smiling. Trista and Pyrone exchanged stares for about ten seconds, then Trista said,
"We would love to join you."
At that, the girls sat down. Here's where they sat: Mina picked the seat next to Tre, Amy sat across from Quatre, Lita sat next to Duo, Trista picked the seat nearest Pyrone (who was sitting at the end of the table), Michelle sat across from Trowa, Serena smiled at Heero as she placed herself in the chair next to him. Raye reluctantly sat next to Wufei, the only open seat. The two just glared at each other, eating their food and not talking to anyone.
"So may we ask your names?" Tre asked.
"I'm Serena Tsukino," Serena gushed.
"Amy Mizuno," Amy said.
"Mina Aino," Mina cooed to Tre.
"Lita Kino," Lita said.
"Raye Hino," Raye said quickly.
"Michelle Kaiou," Michelle said.
"Trista Meiou," Trista said, studying Pyrone.
"Pleased to meet all of you lovely ladies," Quatre started. "I am Quatre Raberba Winner."
"Heero Yuy," Heero said flatly.
"Duo Maxwell," Duo said, flashing his grin.
"Trowa Barton," Trowa said calmly.
"Wufei Chang," Wufei growled.
"Tre Young," Tre said, much like Heero.
"Pyrone Reigns," Pyrone said. "The pimp master."
"Bullshit," Tre laughed. "Can the pimp master help Serena open Heero up?"
"Nope," Pyrone replied.
However, some social butterflies were starting to emerge from otherwise silent warriors. Trowa and Michelle, although their conversation was very quiet, couldn't seem to shut up. Serena was doing all the talking, desperately attempting to get Heero to open up. He remained silent save for a few responsive grunts. Trista and Pyrone were also having a conversation, Pyrone being slightly perverted and making Trista laugh. Tre and Mina rattled on about almost everything they could think of to talk about. Lita and Duo were the exact same way, but Lita had full control over Duo.
"So Lita," Duo said, "what do you find most interesting about me?"
"Do you like your braid, Duo?" Lita asked.
"Why yes," Duo brightened. "Do you like it?"
"If you want to lose it, then keep up your pathetic flirting routine," Lita said,
smirking.
"Shutting up," Duo squeaked, clutching his braid.
"What don't you like about that kind of music?" Tre asked Mina.
"Well," Mina started, thinking fast of a good excuse. "It just doesn't strike me as something worthwhile to listen to. Too much yelling and all it says is 'Life sucks, don't live it.' That's just how I interpret it."
"Like listening to five guys who don't even write their own music, lyrics, or anything is something worthwhile?" Tre shot back.
"It's not the guys it's the music that rea-"
"Yeah right, Mina," Serena interrupted. "You fell head over heels for that Justin Timberlake at the *N Sync concert!"
Tre was taking a swig of his beverage when Serena started her sentence, but it ended up cooming out of his nose when he heard that comment. The group just laughed at Tre's demise. Tre also laughed, in spite of himself. Pretty soon, everyone had finished their meals and had disposed of their garbage. What was there left to do but go for a walk around the mall? So, the group of fourteen began to roam the inside of the mall.
The rest of the afternoon and evening went smoothly. Amy and Quatre were very absorbed in a conversation about their hobbies. Mina and Tre were discussing their dreams and goals (Mina's wanting to become a star and Tre wanting to become a rock star then fighter pilot). Raye and Wufei eventually softened their glares as they walked and started a very small conversation. Lita was in control of Duo all night, however she did talk to him quite a bit; Duo managed to overcome Lita's defense. Michelle and Trowa had begun to talk, they had conversed their whole lives to each other. Finally, Trista and Pyrone were both in stitches because of all the jokes and funny stories Pyrone was telling.
As the mall came to closing time, the group made their way out of the front of the building and hung around the portico. Trista and Pyrone had found a vacant bench, sat down, and started making out. Everyone else were making cat calls and saying, "Get a room!" Pyrone responded by raising his right fist and extending his middle finger. Tre laughed, then stopped, his eyes narrowed.
"Well, we had better get going," Lita announced. "Duo, it has been a lovely evening."
"It was my pleasure, Lita dear," Duo said, putting on the charm.
Then, without warning, Lita pecked him on the lips. Duo was taken aback to say the least. Lita seemed hurt by Duo's surprised reaction, but that soon changed into a look of pure bliss as Duo pulled Lita into a deep, passionate kiss. Pretty soon, Tre and Mina were next. He had placed his left hand on her cheek and locked lips with her, both closing their eyes in the deep bliss. Amy and Quatre, very innocent those two are, barely brushed lips when both blushed deeply and averted each others stares.
"Well Heero," Serena sighed, dejected, "if you don't want to do anything I guess that's-"
Serena was cut off by Heero's hand on her cheek. She raised her own and grasped his. Slowly, Heero leaned toward Serena, eyes closing. Serena closed her eyes and puckered her lips. Heero finally made contact, caressing Serena with his free hand. She released his hand and wrapped her arms around his firm, strong body. Wufei and Raye were the only ones besides Trowa and Michelle, but that was about to change. Both just stared at one another while behind Raye, Trowa and Michelle finally locked lips.
"So what is it you want, onna?" Wufei scowled.
"Nothing," Raye hissed.
Wufei, going against all his morals on women said this, "Look (sigh) if it makes any difference at all...I-think-you-are-very-beautiful."
Immediately, Raye's eyes softened. A slight smile started to grace her face and she threw her arms around Wufei. Wufei had a look of surprise on his face and just patted her head. Raye looked up and said,
"I think you are very handsome. More so than any man I've ever met."
Wufei's pride swelled and he even smiled. Then, he and Raye found themselves lost in a world of peace and bliss when there lips met.
For the next few minutes, the guys and girls alike would release themselves from each to come up for air then would return to what they were involved in before. After about five minutes, the girls reluctantly said their goodbyes, leaving their numbers in the palms of each of the pilots. Then, the seven girls sauntered away, their hips swinging suggestively.
All seven pilots, even Heero, had some form of a grin on their faces. Tre however, wasn't grinning. He looked down at the scrawled numbers for Mina's phone number. His fist clenched over the small scrap of paper. Tre's eyes narrowed to a menacing glare.
"They're in trouble," he muttered.
"Who?" Duo asked.
"Them," Tre pointed to the girls.
"What's going to happen, Tre?" Quatre sounded worried.
"Haven't you all figured it out yet?" Tre said urgently.
"Figured what out?" Heero responded. "That they're the Sailor Scouts? Of course."
"Well at least I know that all of you aren't brain-dead," Tre said. "Look, I felt an evil and very sinister presence."
"So we take it out with the Gundams like we did with that blue ho," Duo said.
"No," Pyrone said. "It won't be that easy, will it?"
"Not at all," Tre said. "The Gundams are no match for a presence like this, not even mine would have any effect on it. Also, that goes without saying, much less all of us combined wouldn't have much of an influence because it isn't a physical force; it's a magical one."
"So what can we do?" Wufei said.
"I will tail the Scouts to where ever they are planning to go and you guys just...I don't know, do something!"
Tre then pulled the blade with his Scout insignia on it from his pocket. He opened the knife, checked to see if anyone was watching, and said the words that would transform him into Sailor Universe,
"Universe Celestial Power!"
The black lightning bolts protruded from the tip of the blade and enveloped Tre in their power. Soon, you couldn't see Tre at all, then he emerged as Sailor Universe. Universe produced a pair of black Oakleys from his pocket and placed them on. Turning to his crew, he said,
"You all be careful when you get there."
"We're going to tail you, right?" Duo asked.
"Maybe," Universe responded. "Pyrone, you're taking my bike. Duo, you drive the car. Pyrone, give him the keys."
Duo gave an excited whoop and jumped into the air, pumping his fist. Pyrone looked at Duo with wide, worried eyes and reluctantly handed over the keys. Duo snatched them like a greedy little kid and started to bolt toward the car.
"DUO!" Sailor Universe yelled. Duo stopped dead where he was, his expression downcast.
"What?" Duo whined, turning toward Sailor Universe.
"You scratch my car and I swear to all that is holy that I will slit your throat!"
"Understood," Duo said, eyes wide with terror.
Then, Universe walked out from underneath the portico and jumped into the air, flying higher and higher. Suddenly, he flew toward the park.
"Let's follow him!" Pyrone roared.
The pilots didn't hesitate to get to the car and Pyrone was in a hurry to go help his friend.
'Tre,' he thought. 'I swear to Christ, if you get yourself killed I'll damn your soul to Hell for all eternity.'
It was the next day after the Scouts had seen all seven Gundams last night. They were amazed to say the least to have seen such impressive machines. But the problem remained of finding out who the pilots were. The girls had their suspicions of the seven young men in the park last night, but they couldn't be very sure about that. But they knew that Tre was pilot of DreadScythe (not a very hard conclusion to make for us smart folks). Instead, the five Inners, plus Michelle and Trista all decided to go shopping. It was time to get some new clothes anyway.
Lita picked the others up in her forest green Infinity sedan and drove to them all to the mall. They had trouble finding a parking spot, since it was so crowded. When they finally found a spot, they would have to make a long walk to the entrance.
Lita was dressed nicely in a long, sleeveless kimono that was dark forest green in color with gold embroidery snaking its way across the outfit. From her neck down to her feet; her shoulders bare. As she always was more developed than the others were, her firm bust swelled underneath her kimono. She wore green flat-heeled slip-on shoes and little sugar pink rose earrings. She coated her luscious lips in a pale green lipstick and her brown hair was brushed into a neat, however, wavy ponytail.
Mina wore a very short sleeved pink shirt, showing a lot of her mid-riff due to her years of physical development, (also, she tucked the loose part of the shirt under her bust) and a pair of very short jean shorts. So short, that part of her cute, firm tush was showing on both sides. She had some shiny orange lipstick on and heart-shaped dangling earrings. Her long blonde hair hung to her knees now, and her trademark red bow was tied in her silky golden tresses. Finally, she wore a pair of white lace-up, platform shoes.
Amy always dressed well. She wore her white long sleeve button shirt topped by a dark blue vest. Her brown shorts went down to the middle of her thighs and her white socks and brown boots covering her feet. Her black choker with gold ornament hanging from it was around her neck. Her short blue hair remained short and blue, like always, and blue lipstick.
Raye came today in her large red tank, which covered her body nicely, hugging her curves and conforming around her firm bust; rather pleasing to the male eye. She also wore short khaki hiking shorts. She had a red lip gloss coating her lips. She had on a pair of black, high-heeled Sketchers boots and her purple-black hair was pleated nicely into several long braids, her bangs hung down the sides of her face.
Finally, Serena. She was decked out in a white baby doll shirt with a bunny on it, a ball of cotton where the tail was. Now that Serena was a blossoming 18-year-old girl, like her friends she was currently walking with, her bustline had increased keeping her shirt hem above her navel. Her golden blonde hair done up in its twin buns with the excess hair streaming down to her shin. Her black shorts came higher than Amy's shorts on her supple thighs. Fitting around her entire lower leg were a pair of black lace-up boots. Finally, a thin coat of shining pastel pink lipstick accented her lips and her from her ears hung little earrings with crescents on them.
"Where should we check for Trista and Michelle?" Mina asked suddenly.
"The clothes store, of course," Raye said. "That's what we're here for."
"But..." Serena started.
"What?" the rest of the girls asked.
"I'm hungry!" Serena said, holding her smooth belly.
The girls groaned and fell over...anime style!
"Is food all you think about, meatball head?" Raye yelled.
"Kind of," Serena said, meekly.
Raye sighed and pulled Serena to the rest of the group. They walked on to the entrance, stopped to compose themselves, (adjusting their breasts, pulling up their shorts, you know...) and opened the doors. The five walked in, smiling confidently. Several people, ranging from all ages of men and women looked at the teenaged girls. A pair of teenaged guys looked at the girls mouths hanging open and eyes bugging out. Mina looked over at them and waved with her fingers. One of them knocked a display of ties over, everyone laughed. Then the girls walked on to the clothing store.
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"How the Hell are we going to get my car to the Earth without the engine block cracking, the coolant freezing, or the whole vehicle busting from the below freezing environment of outer space?" Tre said to his team.
"We could wrap it in a small pod or something," Duo said.
"We don't have a small pod," Tre said.
"Try this," Pyrone said. "We feed a course to the shuttle's computer that will make it fly into the atmosphere. Then we get in our Gundams, grab the car and the bike, let the shuttle fly out to its orbit, and we land safely, with the car and bike, on Earth."
"Sounds good," Tre said. "But someone will have to ride with me on my bike."
No one said anything, then,
"I don't mind in the least," Quatre said.
"Good," Tre said. "But you are holding onto my shoulders, got it?"
"Yeah," Quatre said.
"All right, get dressed for a trip to the mall, guys," Tre said.
The pilots looked quite cool in their civilian clothes. In fact, they hardly looked like they were from the future. Of course, Tre had to don out the threads since the other pilots had only what they wore on their backs at the time.
Heero wore an extra large, short sleeve, black button-up collared shirt and a pair of baggy denim jeans. He capped his head with a black bandanna that Tre had lent him, and a pair of black Adidas shell toes.
Duo had a black T-shirt that had a white outline of a European dragon. His lower half was clothed in black jean shorts that hemmed near his knees. Finally, white ankle socks covered by black cross trainer shoes.
Trowa wore a short sleeve plaid button shirt open over his yellow T-shirt. His sunglasses had green lenses and silver frames. On his lower half was a pair of khaki carpenter pants with many pockets and shoes were a pair of black Vans.
Quatre was the only one who went as he dressed all the time. He wore his pale pink shirt and purple vest over that. His dark khaki dress pants descended down his legs to his brown dress shoes. But, Quatre did wear a gray bucket hat that Pyrone lent him.
Wufei went in his white martial arts uniform. The top covered his arms and hung to his thighs while the pants started at his waist and went to his ankles. From there, it was his white silken stockings and his black shoes. Underneath the top was Wufei's blue tank.
Tre wore a loose black T-shirt with the blue-outlined puke green letters of KoRN written across the chest. On the back was a cartoon drawing of the members with their hairstyles and clothes but their skin was wrapped mumy style. Tre's muscular arms hung at his sides, silver ring on his right-hand thumb, a pleated black bracelet on his left wrist. A pair of loose dark green shorts with orange elastic drawstrings at the cuffs, which hung below his knees. The low white socks popped over the tops of black Adidas shell toe shoes.
Finally, Pyrone was dressed like Mr. Clean...literally. His white undershirt was all that covered the bulging muscles of his torso, then his baggy denim jeans drooped over his black Steel Toe boots. His black braids hung around his chest, down the top of his back, and would snake on his shoulders. The guy really did look like Brian "Head" Welch, especially with that goatee of his.
"All right, guys," Tre said. "Let's get going."
The pilots all went to their respective Gundams and let the shuttle do the flying. Every pilot strapped themselves into their Gundams's cockpits and activated their machines. The viewscreens of each showed the innards of the pods they were kept in while reentry was taking place. Tre snapped on some music, his cockpit flooded with the crashes of symbols and the roar of distorted guitars and heavy bass (like Staind's Mudshovel).
The shuttle had finally breached the atmosphere and the Gundams left their pods. DreadScythe flew to the underside of the shuttle to the opened cargo hold. Waiting on the ramp were the car and the jetbike. DreadScythe picked the two vehicles up and the ramp started to close. Once DreadScythe had taken the two vehicles, the shuttle pitched upward, headed back to space. The seven Gundams just free-fell to Earth for a bit. DreadScythe fired its rockets first, slowing its descent as it neared 5000 feet altitude. It's speed dramatically slowed as the rockets thrust power overcame the force of gravity. DreadScythe had kept an easy but firm grip on the two vehicles of its pilot. DreadScythe easily landed and set the two vehicles down on the nearby road. It then kneeled below the tree line and drooped its head, powering down.
The rest of the Gundams had arrived and done the same as DreadScythe had. Tre got out of the cockpit and walked to his jetbike. His gloves were in the side compartment of the bike and his helmet was currently in his left arm. He walked to the jetbike and swung his left leg over the vehicle. Quatre got on behind Tre and placed a black helmet identical to Tre's on his head. Tre fitted his gloves and placed the helmet on his head. He punched a few keys on the small pad near the handlebars then kick started his bike, revving the jet engine to full afterburner. The bright orange funnel lashed out from the exhaust nozzle. The car was going to be driven by Pyrone this time, Trowa was the front passenger.
"You know where you going?" Tre asked, pulling up beside the car.
"No, I don't know where I goes," Pyrone said, starting the car.
"Follow me," Tre said, flipping his visor down. "And stop using bad grammar!"
"Yes, mother," Pyrone smiled.
Tre twisted the throttle full back, speeding away. Pyrone put the pedal to the metal, peeling out and shifting into second. Tre was going rather fast and was weaving in and out of cars effortlessly. Pyrone was having more trouble, due to the fact that he might have to stop quickly and downshift. He was weaving though, and was at least ten feet behind Tre at the time. The car's engine growled, its pitch went higher as the engine revved higher. Pyrone was in fourth gear and wasn't even going to shift into fifth with this traffic. Tre was getting slower as well, the traffic density was unbelievable for two o' clock in the afternoon. Tre had finally managed to get over to take a shortcut, followed by Pyrone. The two were screaming down an alley and had popped out onto a relatively clear street. Tre and Pyrone rode hard and fast to the mall.
They had finally made it, but they still had to find a parking spot. Tre pulled in next to a forest green Infinity sedan and had parked the bike perpendicular to the spot so Pyrone could pull into the same spot with the car. Tre had taken his gloves and his helmet off, placing the helmet on the seat of the bike and the gloves in their compartment. The black car pulled into the spot at a high speed and stopped centimeters from Tre and Quatre's legs. The growling engine was shut down and the doors opened. Pyrone and Trowa both pushed the seatback forward to let Heero, Duo and Wufei get out of the car. Pyrone shut his door and Heero shut the passenger door. All seven walked to the entrance abreast. They looked like high school buddies from America than from Japan, save for Wufei who looked like a Chinese fighter. They all walked through the doors and walked through the store getting shocked looks from shoppers around them. They took an escalator up to the second floor of the mall.
"There's a music store up here that let's you play with the instruments," Tre informed. "So I figured we could loosen up a bit and jam."
"Do they have a drum kit?" Duo asked with interest.
"Yeah," Tre said. "You drum?"
"I started it a year ago," Duo said.
"Cool," Tre responded. "Anyone else play an instrument?"
Heero answered, "I learned to play a few tunes on the guitar."
"Oh really?" Wufei said. "Funny you should mention that, Yuy."
"Why, Wufei?" Heero asked.
"I play the guitar as well," Wufei said.
"Huh," Tre said. "Well, let's go in."
They stood in front of a large store with a full drum kit, a couple of five-string basses, three seven-string guitars, and two microphones stood on a raised platform (no coincidence, I swear). They were staring at the beautiful set-up when a clerk approached them.
"Moshimoshi," the clerk said, bowing.
"Huh?" Duo said.
"He said 'hello'," Heero informed his braided friend.
"Oh, I'm sorry," the clerk said. "I didn't realize you all spoke English."
"Yeah," Pyrone said. "No prob."
"I see you're interested in our set-up," the clerk smiled.
"This wouldn't happen to be a KoRN set up?" Tre asked. "It looks like an extra guitar and bass."
"Well, a group just had a jam session and they had three guitarists, two bassists, and a drummer. So we set it up for them and they had just left an hour ago."
The seven of them all got on the platform. Tre picked up a Universe seven string guitar and slung the strap around his back. Heero and Wufei did the same, Heero with an K-7 and Wufei the RG7621. Pyrone picked up the stained oil finished bass and Trowa picked up the grey nickel. Duo got behind the Tama drum kit and Quatre placd himself near the platform's second microphone. The clerk turned on the amps.
Pyrone slapped the strings with his thumb and fiddled with the tuning, while Trowa tried to match Pyrone. Tre was pressing the pedals attached to the other end of the guitar's cord. He was seeing which one would give him the right distortion. Heero and Wufei were too busy tuning their guitars to a lower setting. Duo was smashing the cymbals and banging the snare drum. Tre moved to the free mic and brought it by his pedals.
Duo said, "Everybody ready?"
"Yeah!" came the chorus of deep voices.
"Which song?" Duo asked.
"Everyone know 'Freak On A Leash'?" Tre asked.
"Yep," Heero and Wufei said.
"I'll watch Pyrone for the changes," Trowa said, slapping the strings.
"I know almost any song that was popular in the late twentieth-century," Duo said.
"OK," Tre said. "Begin."
Four clicks of Duo's sticks then Tre broke into a screaming high intro. Pyrone and Trowa slapping the strings, the low bass coming through the cabinets behind the players. Heero and Wufei accompanied Tre's intro with the distorted variants. Duo was keeping the bass beat and snare pop great, the high hat, too. Quatre stepped up to the mic and began the twisted poetry of the song. Then, when the pre-chorus part came, the whole band went crazy. Tre continued to sling the guitar while Quatre sang, then when Pyrone and Trowa slapped the strings loudly, the percussive sound of the strings against the pick-ups blasted their way out of the cabinets. Tre stepped up to the mic as Quatre emitted, "You'll never see me far from grace."
Then all the percussive players bent over their instruments, beating the shit out of them. Trowa and Pyrone slapped the strings of the basses, getting all the percussive attacks as loud as possible. Duo beat the drumheads like cheap cardboard and smashed the cymbals as hard as he could. The guitarists were strumming the strings hard, getting that voluminous roar out of them. Tre yelled the lyrics out like a barking wolf,
"Somethin' takes a/part of me! You and I were/meant to be! A cheap fuck for/me to lay! Somethin' takes a/part of me!"
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-Ten minutes before-
"Trista! Michelle!" Serena called, waving.
The two older women waved back, smiling at the zeal of their princess, even after all she's been through. The two older women were in the same sort of outfits as the rest of the girls. Trista was wearing a black leather halter top and a matching leather skirt. She wore maroon lipstick and her feet had on pair of black shoes with straps below the ankles from the backs of the shoes going around the legs. Her green-black hair was done in a small bun at the top then the rest flowed to her knees.
Michelle was wearing a low-cut aqua top with spaghetti straps and white short shorts. She had aqua-colored backless platform shoes on her feet and clear lip gloss on her lips.
"So, where would you like to start?" Trista asked the girls.
"I need a night gown," Serena stated. "I can't stand pajamas anymore, it isn't feminine enough for me."
"Good idea!" Lita said. "I needed a new night gown myself."
"I guess my pajamas could stand to be replaced," Amy said.
"Off to the intimate apparel!" Mina shouted.
The group walked to that part of the store and looked through all the colors, styles, and prices. They each picked out the same style night gown in their respective colors: Serena got white, Mina got orange, Amy got blue, Raye got red, Lita got forest green, Michelle got aqua, and Trista got black.
After all the gowns were paid for and bagged, the group started to walk around the mall. Amy wanted to stop at the puzzle store to defend her title as chess champion. It was then that they found themselves on the second floor when they heard music coming from the opposite end of the floor. They wanted to know what it was, so they quickened their pace. They'd gotten halfway across the floor when the music intensified. The sounds were louder and more heavy sounding. They arrived at the source, finding themselves in front of the music dealer store.
There on stage were the seven guys they saw last night at the park. Tre was playing a guitar and roaring something into the microphone; it didn't sound like anything but gibberish. Braids was bent over, holding up a bass and slapping at a string with his thumb. Duo was behind the drums, pumping out the beat of the song. The little blonde was head banging, two of the others were on the guitars, thrashing about, and the last of them was on the other bass.
Then, Tre shouted, "GO!"
The entire beat changed, the mix of the instruments was a heavy rock sound. A small mosh pit had formed in front of the stage and a crowd of people was gathering. After another minute, the song ended and the crowd cheered, calling for an encore so the group fired up another song.
It seemed that Tre tried his best to emulate the sample of Static-X's sample at the beginning of 'This Is Not'. He then yelled into the mic,
"This is not, this is not, this is not, I hate this!"
The group just bent over again, some thrashing all over the platform. The volmuninous roar of the combined instruments was overpowering the small crowd, not to mention the pops of the snare and the booming bass drum and the crashing cymbals. It was giving the Scouts a reason to stand up and start dancing as best they could to the music, joining the small group at the front of the platform. The lead vocalist, Tre, was starting to emit the odd rhymes of the verses. He then broke into the chorus.
"This is not my life! This is not my home! This is not me! I hate this!"
He repeated it once more then just started the next verse a few seconds later. The heavy sound made by the bass and the low end guitar chords were shocking, to say the least, in their accuracy and overall quality. The young men played and "sang" until the end of the song. They then stopped playing and set the instruments back in their respective stands. All the while the crowd was cheering, roaring, and whistling. Near the back, the Scouts were all recovering from the initial shock of the amazing performance. As the seven boys dismounted the stage, they were getting pats on the back from the crowd and kisses from girls. A few tried to get autographs from the boys, however the group declined politely.
As they walked toward the stairs, they passed the Scouts. Tre took a glance at them, smiled, and winked at Mina. Mina sighed and nearly fainted. The rest of the boys (save for Wufei) gave chuckles or grins to the Scouts (Duo flashed Lita his patented Maxwell grin), or a cross between a smug smile and a happy look (Pyrone looking at Trista). Trista was immediately found blushing and smiling meekly, like a little embarrassed kid. As the boys moved out of earshot and the crowd parting, the girls all looked at each other and began to chatter excitedly, but not Raye.
"Did you see what Tre did?" Mina squealed. "He winked at ME!"
"OH-MY-GOD!" Lita said, hysterically. "I think I'm in love! I've got my Prince Charming now!"
"I don't see why you're so excited," Raye murmered.
"My goodness, I think Tre was right after all," Trista muttered, smiling.
Once the others heard that they stopped their chatter and stared at Trista. Trista, knowing full well the severity of what she just blurted out, went immediately red in the face. Michelle kept her mouth shut.
"What do you mean Tre was right after all?" Serena querried.
"Did he say something to you, Trista?" Lita wondered.
"I'll bet that guy with the dark braids is interested in you," Raye said.
"He does look kinda cute," Amy said.
The rest of the group just laughed at this remark, save for Trista and Michelle. Amy was beginning to regret her remark however it did make Trista feel better.
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The girls were starting to get very tired of Serena's insistant whining that they eat, so they made their way to the food court. Trista went to a small sushi hut and ordered twelve vegetable rolls plus a cup of miso soup and a green tea to drink. Michelle got herself a pint of shrimp lo mein from a Chinese restaurant and some iced tea to drink.
Lita had bought a plate of shrimp tempora and a bottled water. Raye bought a bowl of noodles with chunks of various seafood meat. Amy had gotten a box of sweet and sour chicken with sweet and sour sauce with an apple juice. Serena had gotten many food orders. Serena had purchased two double cheeseburgers, one hot dog, a box of fries, a Bratwurst sausage, sauerkraut, a chicken burrito, a friut smoothie, and a root beer float. Mina had settled for a couple of slices of pizza and some soda.
The girls had trouble finding a table large enough for all their food and Serena's. Luckily, they found one nearby that was just able to take seven more occupants. Seven boys they didn't recognize at first were all spread out around four small tables put right next to each other. As they approached, a familiar face spotted them from among the table's occupants.
"Hey girls," Tre said, looking up. "Wanna join us?"
The rest of the pilots all turned in their seats to look at the girls that had approached. Heero laid his eyes on Serena and thought, 'She's cute.' He then mentally punched himself. Tre sensed this and laughed mentally. Duo flashed his grin at Lita again, the latter blushing and smiling. Trowa and Michelle locked eyes, Michelle smiling. Trista and Pyrone exchanged stares for about ten seconds, then Trista said,
"We would love to join you."
At that, the girls sat down. Here's where they sat: Mina picked the seat next to Tre, Amy sat across from Quatre, Lita sat next to Duo, Trista picked the seat nearest Pyrone (who was sitting at the end of the table), Michelle sat across from Trowa, Serena smiled at Heero as she placed herself in the chair next to him. Raye reluctantly sat next to Wufei, the only open seat. The two just glared at each other, eating their food and not talking to anyone.
"So may we ask your names?" Tre asked.
"I'm Serena Tsukino," Serena gushed.
"Amy Mizuno," Amy said.
"Mina Aino," Mina cooed to Tre.
"Lita Kino," Lita said.
"Raye Hino," Raye said quickly.
"Michelle Kaiou," Michelle said.
"Trista Meiou," Trista said, studying Pyrone.
"Pleased to meet all of you lovely ladies," Quatre started. "I am Quatre Raberba Winner."
"Heero Yuy," Heero said flatly.
"Duo Maxwell," Duo said, flashing his grin.
"Trowa Barton," Trowa said calmly.
"Wufei Chang," Wufei growled.
"Tre Young," Tre said, much like Heero.
"Pyrone Reigns," Pyrone said. "The pimp master."
"Bullshit," Tre laughed. "Can the pimp master help Serena open Heero up?"
"Nope," Pyrone replied.
However, some social butterflies were starting to emerge from otherwise silent warriors. Trowa and Michelle, although their conversation was very quiet, couldn't seem to shut up. Serena was doing all the talking, desperately attempting to get Heero to open up. He remained silent save for a few responsive grunts. Trista and Pyrone were also having a conversation, Pyrone being slightly perverted and making Trista laugh. Tre and Mina rattled on about almost everything they could think of to talk about. Lita and Duo were the exact same way, but Lita had full control over Duo.
"So Lita," Duo said, "what do you find most interesting about me?"
"Do you like your braid, Duo?" Lita asked.
"Why yes," Duo brightened. "Do you like it?"
"If you want to lose it, then keep up your pathetic flirting routine," Lita said,
smirking.
"Shutting up," Duo squeaked, clutching his braid.
"What don't you like about that kind of music?" Tre asked Mina.
"Well," Mina started, thinking fast of a good excuse. "It just doesn't strike me as something worthwhile to listen to. Too much yelling and all it says is 'Life sucks, don't live it.' That's just how I interpret it."
"Like listening to five guys who don't even write their own music, lyrics, or anything is something worthwhile?" Tre shot back.
"It's not the guys it's the music that rea-"
"Yeah right, Mina," Serena interrupted. "You fell head over heels for that Justin Timberlake at the *N Sync concert!"
Tre was taking a swig of his beverage when Serena started her sentence, but it ended up cooming out of his nose when he heard that comment. The group just laughed at Tre's demise. Tre also laughed, in spite of himself. Pretty soon, everyone had finished their meals and had disposed of their garbage. What was there left to do but go for a walk around the mall? So, the group of fourteen began to roam the inside of the mall.
The rest of the afternoon and evening went smoothly. Amy and Quatre were very absorbed in a conversation about their hobbies. Mina and Tre were discussing their dreams and goals (Mina's wanting to become a star and Tre wanting to become a rock star then fighter pilot). Raye and Wufei eventually softened their glares as they walked and started a very small conversation. Lita was in control of Duo all night, however she did talk to him quite a bit; Duo managed to overcome Lita's defense. Michelle and Trowa had begun to talk, they had conversed their whole lives to each other. Finally, Trista and Pyrone were both in stitches because of all the jokes and funny stories Pyrone was telling.
As the mall came to closing time, the group made their way out of the front of the building and hung around the portico. Trista and Pyrone had found a vacant bench, sat down, and started making out. Everyone else were making cat calls and saying, "Get a room!" Pyrone responded by raising his right fist and extending his middle finger. Tre laughed, then stopped, his eyes narrowed.
"Well, we had better get going," Lita announced. "Duo, it has been a lovely evening."
"It was my pleasure, Lita dear," Duo said, putting on the charm.
Then, without warning, Lita pecked him on the lips. Duo was taken aback to say the least. Lita seemed hurt by Duo's surprised reaction, but that soon changed into a look of pure bliss as Duo pulled Lita into a deep, passionate kiss. Pretty soon, Tre and Mina were next. He had placed his left hand on her cheek and locked lips with her, both closing their eyes in the deep bliss. Amy and Quatre, very innocent those two are, barely brushed lips when both blushed deeply and averted each others stares.
"Well Heero," Serena sighed, dejected, "if you don't want to do anything I guess that's-"
Serena was cut off by Heero's hand on her cheek. She raised her own and grasped his. Slowly, Heero leaned toward Serena, eyes closing. Serena closed her eyes and puckered her lips. Heero finally made contact, caressing Serena with his free hand. She released his hand and wrapped her arms around his firm, strong body. Wufei and Raye were the only ones besides Trowa and Michelle, but that was about to change. Both just stared at one another while behind Raye, Trowa and Michelle finally locked lips.
"So what is it you want, onna?" Wufei scowled.
"Nothing," Raye hissed.
Wufei, going against all his morals on women said this, "Look (sigh) if it makes any difference at all...I-think-you-are-very-beautiful."
Immediately, Raye's eyes softened. A slight smile started to grace her face and she threw her arms around Wufei. Wufei had a look of surprise on his face and just patted her head. Raye looked up and said,
"I think you are very handsome. More so than any man I've ever met."
Wufei's pride swelled and he even smiled. Then, he and Raye found themselves lost in a world of peace and bliss when there lips met.
For the next few minutes, the guys and girls alike would release themselves from each to come up for air then would return to what they were involved in before. After about five minutes, the girls reluctantly said their goodbyes, leaving their numbers in the palms of each of the pilots. Then, the seven girls sauntered away, their hips swinging suggestively.
All seven pilots, even Heero, had some form of a grin on their faces. Tre however, wasn't grinning. He looked down at the scrawled numbers for Mina's phone number. His fist clenched over the small scrap of paper. Tre's eyes narrowed to a menacing glare.
"They're in trouble," he muttered.
"Who?" Duo asked.
"Them," Tre pointed to the girls.
"What's going to happen, Tre?" Quatre sounded worried.
"Haven't you all figured it out yet?" Tre said urgently.
"Figured what out?" Heero responded. "That they're the Sailor Scouts? Of course."
"Well at least I know that all of you aren't brain-dead," Tre said. "Look, I felt an evil and very sinister presence."
"So we take it out with the Gundams like we did with that blue ho," Duo said.
"No," Pyrone said. "It won't be that easy, will it?"
"Not at all," Tre said. "The Gundams are no match for a presence like this, not even mine would have any effect on it. Also, that goes without saying, much less all of us combined wouldn't have much of an influence because it isn't a physical force; it's a magical one."
"So what can we do?" Wufei said.
"I will tail the Scouts to where ever they are planning to go and you guys just...I don't know, do something!"
Tre then pulled the blade with his Scout insignia on it from his pocket. He opened the knife, checked to see if anyone was watching, and said the words that would transform him into Sailor Universe,
"Universe Celestial Power!"
The black lightning bolts protruded from the tip of the blade and enveloped Tre in their power. Soon, you couldn't see Tre at all, then he emerged as Sailor Universe. Universe produced a pair of black Oakleys from his pocket and placed them on. Turning to his crew, he said,
"You all be careful when you get there."
"We're going to tail you, right?" Duo asked.
"Maybe," Universe responded. "Pyrone, you're taking my bike. Duo, you drive the car. Pyrone, give him the keys."
Duo gave an excited whoop and jumped into the air, pumping his fist. Pyrone looked at Duo with wide, worried eyes and reluctantly handed over the keys. Duo snatched them like a greedy little kid and started to bolt toward the car.
"DUO!" Sailor Universe yelled. Duo stopped dead where he was, his expression downcast.
"What?" Duo whined, turning toward Sailor Universe.
"You scratch my car and I swear to all that is holy that I will slit your throat!"
"Understood," Duo said, eyes wide with terror.
Then, Universe walked out from underneath the portico and jumped into the air, flying higher and higher. Suddenly, he flew toward the park.
"Let's follow him!" Pyrone roared.
The pilots didn't hesitate to get to the car and Pyrone was in a hurry to go help his friend.
'Tre,' he thought. 'I swear to Christ, if you get yourself killed I'll damn your soul to Hell for all eternity.'