FallenDruid
A/N: Oh, good...no one hurt me. I'd just like to thank all of you out there for that.
Disclaimer: Neither Sailor Moon or B:tVS belong to me. I just like to make with the hurting.
Chapter Duex
Xander paces back and forth in front of Willow's house, waiting impatiently for her to start walking to school. In one hand he carrys a sack, the other an unlit cigarette. His hand is shaking. Willow finally exits her house.
"Willow!" Xander calls, rushing up to her.
"Hi, Xander." Willow walks down the path and hugs Xander lightly. "Hey, why do you have a cigarette?"
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about." Xander says, stuffing the unlit cig into his mouth. "Apparently, Makoto is a smoker. I'm VERY not happy with this, Willow."
"Uhm...I'm sorry?" Wilow squeaks. "I mean I didn't know this was gonna happen and I'm very sorry about it, I'll never make you dress up as any one else ever again not even on Hallo-"
"You're babbling, Will." Xander says, smiling gently. "Here." He shoves the sack into her hands.
"What's this?" She asks.
"A bento. It's not much, just a simple bento...that I made on reflex."
"Hey, why are you still wearing the wig?"
He mutters something under his breath.
"What?"
"I said, it's not a wig." He pulls on the ponytail hard. It doesn't come off. He starts waving it at Willow "Do you have any idea how long it takes to shampoo four feet of hair? I didn't even have the right conditioner!" He pauses. Willow could almost see him replaying what he'd just said. "Since when do I care about conditioner?"
"So why didn't you just cut it off?"
He looks at her in shock and clutches the ponytail to himself protectively.
"How could you-argh! That's why I can't cut it off! I can't...bring myself to
do it!"
The two continue walking to school, Xander staring darkly at the ground and muttering imprecations quietly, while Willow watches him in concern.
As they approach the school Larry intercepts them. "Hey, Harris. Love the hair. Trying to go even more girl?"
"Shut up, Larry. I'm not in the mood." Xander starts walking past him.
"Don't ignore me, Harris!" Larry calls as he grabs him by the ponytail,
pulling him back.
"Gah!" He cries, eyes almost watering from the pain. He turns around smoothly,
and in three quick blows, drops Larry to the ground. "Baka, zakennayo." He
continues on, ignoring the huddled mass of whimpering bully.
"That was low, Xan. Did you really have to knee him there?" Willow says.
"...okay, so maybe it's not all bad..." Xander mutters quietly. "And yes, I did." His eye seem to almost glow. "He could have hurt my hair." He pauses for a moment, thinking over what he just said. He turns, and pounds his head gently into a wall.
Scene: Library, during lunch
"I just don't know what to do, Giles!" Xander exlaims.
"Well, there seems to be no overt signs of possesion...Do you know if Buffy or Willow are having similar experiences?"
"I don't think Willow is, she probably would have said something about it...besides, she was the only one of us who remembered who she was.
"Hey, Giles!" Buffy barges into the library, followed a moment later by Willow.
"Buffy." Giles replies, looking at her. "You seem happy."
"Yup!" She grins proudly. "I just aced myself a french test."
Giles begins to polish his glasses. "Really?" he says, skeptically. "As I recall, weren't you averaging a D in that class?"
"Well, yeah, but-Hey! How'd you know that?"
"Buffy, I am a member of this faculty...and your watcher. Thus it is my duty to ensure that you are applying yourself." He ponders a moment. "Buffy, you went as an 18th century noblewoman, correct?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Have you been having any, any strange urges, or reflexive actions, or perhaps odd memories?"
"No...I mean, not really. Aside from the french stuff, anyways." She frowns.
"Why do you ask?"
"Well, Xander here has been having some odd experiences. He appears to have acquired smoking habits,"
Xander looks up, a short pencil hanging out of his mouth. "Not voluntarily."
"Ah, yes...quite. An odd reflexive protectiveness of his hair, and a fair amount of cooking skill."
"I hope you don't mind, Xan, I shared the Bento with Giles and Buffy." Willow says.
"Nah, that's all right. I'll just make more tomorrow." He frowns. "Need to get some better rice though...maybe some nice squid..."
Scene change: Gym
Xander walks through the door, whistling cheerfully. He comes to an abrupt halt. "Oops...wrong door." He exits quickly, followed by a storm of hard objects.