Warning! This chapter is more of a teaser. My incoherant reasoning is at the bottom!

Dark Moon Destiny

By Water Block

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Sailor Moon, or Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

Chapter 5

Tokyo Airport…11:45 pm

"Oh Thank God! Sweet Mother Earth, Oh How I've missed you!" Was the relieved exclamation heard throughout the Tokyo International Airport on a late Monday night, from a distraught –and rather green looking-older man in tweed.

Accompanying the man was a petit girl clad in a baby blue tank top, hip-hugger jeans that flared at the end-complete with art full tears; although, she had earned them fair and square-and over top the tank was a leather jacket that just barely touched her butt. Not the most suitable garment for patrolling-no real place for hiding her weapons, but she wasn't planning on slaying anything- just this hour, anyhow. With mid length golden hair, bright emerald eyes, and an exasperated expression on her face, she scolded the man.

"Come off it, Giles! It wasn't that bad. The last half hour of turbulence was kinda fun; like a roller coaster."

Her face lit up as she said the last bit, and then she exclaimed in a fit of happiness-"I know! Let's do it again!"

The perky slayer's watcher only reply was a nauseated death glare- having no effect what-so-ever on her as she had already turned towards the direction to pick up their luggage. Calling over her leather clad shoulder, "Lets get started, Watch Man. I want to get the kicking of the Spike ass over with."

Giles suddenly paled, and exclaimed, "Dear Lord, No! We are going to our new place of residence and then we are going to settle in. We'll start the hunt tomorrow." Adding silently, 'I don't think my stomach could handle anymore excitement tonight-and even research would be excitement at this time.'

"Aww, you're no fun." She said with a pout, her lip protruding an inordinate amount, accompanied with a sad puppy look. But, it was all for show, as she quickly complied to Giles' wish-mainly because she was pretty tired herself, though.

After waiting a half hour to gather their luggage, the duo headed out to catch their first glimpse of Tokyo safely from the ground. The glimpse was short, as they were quickly hailed by a man in a navy blue uniform standing in front of a rental car, holding up a sign proclaiming "Giles, Rupert/ Summers, Buffy."

"I suppose we could forgive the council the poor air seats, if the rides any good." the slayer said glibly after a quick stare at the nice looking vehicle.

A While Later…In the New Apartment/ Good Guys Head Quarters

Upon entering their new apartment, Buffy had been fully prepared to complain long and loud. Why? Well, there are multiple reasons, the first being she was not persuaded adequately on the notion of moving to Tokyo. Second, the plane ride was not a bed of roses, no matter how fun she told Giles the turbulence was. And finally, the neighborhood where their apartment building was located was one of ill repute-looking as though gang wars were an everyday occurrence. The building itself did not help sooth her fears one whit.

"I enjoy violence as much as the next gal-more, actually, but when I come home from a long night of slaying, I want to leave my work at the cemeteries." Was the rant Buffy was torturing Giles with as she entered the apartment. But, once she stopped her tirade, and took a good look at her surroundings, she gaped in awe, and was left speechless.

From the buildings outer appearance, (And the complete lack of warm, fuzzy security) one would never guess the apartment inside would be the most luxurious place Buffy had stayed in, in over three years. The television was a 30 inch screen, with a complete stereo and DVD/home entertainment system. There was a large suede couch a sophisticated khaki color, with a matching lazy boy recliner. In the center of the room was an oak coffee table, and on the walls were racks of various hand weapons.

Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, Buffy said in a dead pan voice, "I suppose this will do." Then, turning, she jumped up and squeezed Giles in a near bone crushing hug and exclaimed, "How did you get the Council to give us this?"

Smiling, Giles explained, in a somewhat wheezing voice, "It was easy, when I explained, that although yes Japan was in dire straits, we would continue having transportation problems until our accommodations were satisfactory. Also, Buffy, breathing is becoming an issue."

Jumping back, and looking sheepish, Buffy then said in a voice of dawning realization, "So that's why it took us a week to get here! I thought the airlines were just being a bunch of pricks because I didn't want to leave behind mister pointy, or that awesome cross-bow."

"No, the first two days trouble really was because of that. I finally had to ship them specially, on a separate plane. All that trouble inspired me into blackmailing the Council into giving us these quarters. Would you believe they actually expected us to live here, before it was remodeled?"

Giggling, Buffy turned, grabbed her bags, and ran to find (and claim) the best room in the apartment.

Moments later, Giles heard a shriek, and then, "Its own bathroom, AND walk-in closet? This room is so mine."

Strolling nonchalantly into the living room moments later, she said in a breezy voice, "There is definite forgiveness…this time."

Sighing in exasperation and fondness over her immature antics, Giles strolled down a hallway, and gasps in…Horror? Surprise? "Oh.My.Dear.Lord!"

Buffy, not knowing what was going on, only that her Watcher/Father Figure sounded like he was about to wet his pants and have a heart attack, burst through the door of the room he just entered, ready to do battle with whatever had threatened him.

But, on entering the room, all she saw were defenseless, (mostly) harmless, "Books! What the hell Giles? It's just books, and you give me a stroke for that! I thought a demon was about to rip out your jugular!"

Turning to his impudent Slayer, Giles asked in hushed, horrified tones, "Just Books? How can you say that! This is the most extensive personal library I have had in Years! With leather bound tomes, real oak shelves, everything perfectly categorized alphabetically. And best of all, I don't have to search through an infinite number of cardboard boxes to find what I need.-Look! And there is still space left for the books being specially shipped!"

After Giles book induces euphoria rant, having almost completely forgotten why he had been explaining the wonders of his new library, Buffy put on a look of properly chastised expression and quickly left the room. She had better things to do than look at musty old books, no mater how nicely they were shelved.

A Week Later…

"Giles! How the hell are we supposed to find this girl! It's been a week already and all of our known sources have been tapped!" Buffy nearly shouted in frustration. Upon seeing his slightly hurt expression, she sighed and said in a consoling, yet slightly whining voice, "You know I'm not angry with you, I just get so irritated. I had to meet that girls' mother today,"

"I know, I was there" Giles interjected.

Continuing as though she was never interrupted, "Did you see the way she looked at me? When I asked her where her daughter was, she just looked at me like pond scum and said in this really evil, angry voice, 'I have no daughter,' and attempted to slam the door in my face! Can you believe that bitch!

"Buffy! She may not have been the most outstanding woman, but there is no reason for you to call her names." Giles said, trying to sound shocked and fatherly.

"Oh, that's easy for you to say. She invited you in for tea, just because you said, wait-what did you say? I didn't really understand her reasoning for liking you and not me." Buffy said in fading anger.

AN! I am really sorry about not completing this update! But, me and my family are in the process of moving. Therefore, the computer will be unplugged, thus this update could get wiped if we don't get it hooked up in the new place quickly enough. So-I decided to post what I have typed up so far, so I won't lose all four pages. As you probably already realise, I am a major procrastonator. I have about 43 (maybe more, I can't remember) pages written out in my note book. The typing of those pages is a pain in the ass,mainly because it turns into a guide, and when I'm typing I embroider the dialouge and descriptions of the story. (Another reason as to why this update is so small! My procrastination)

Now-to bed! It is 4:39 am, and I have to get up early to help do last minute packing. Sobs in pain-being used to getting up much later than 6 to 7 am!