Makoto jerked in her bed, in the throes of a dream—or a nightmare. Everything was blurry, she saw lightning blaze across her vision, green eyes that mirrored her own narrowed in hate and rage—

She woke with a start, words spoken by a harsh voice ringing in her ears.

"You've betrayed me, Jupiter!"

Makoto took in a shuddering breath and slumped back on her pillow. There had been more, much more, to the dream, but nothing made sense. Groggily, she turned her gaze to the clock. Two in the morning. Turning over, Makoto tried to erase the dream from her mind and get back to asleep.

The next morning, she made her way to school and made a half-hearted attempt to keep awake during her morning classes. Every time she closed her eyes she saw the gaze from her dream, so very like her own but crackling with hatred. But each time the scene faded a little more, and Makoto made it without major incident to lunch.

Sitting at her normal table underneath the tree, she opened her lunch box and waited for Usagi to join her. Ami had a different lunch period, but Usagi, drawn by the smell of Makoto's cooking, would be there in a moment, unless she had detention.

As predicted, Usagi arrived only a few seconds after Makoto had opened her lunch. She seated herself at the other side of the table and smiled up at Makoto.

Makoto began to smile back as Usagi launched her usual cheery greeting- but suddenly, as if triggered by Usagi's presence, Makoto heard the voice again, as clear and sharp as it had been just after she had awakened from her nightmare.

"You've betrayed me, Jupiter!"

Suddenly dizzy, Makoto raised a hand to her forehead. Startled, Usagi leaned forward.

"Makoto! Are you okay?" Makoto nodded, carefully, but the dizzy feeling was gone as soon as it had come. It was replaced by a slight feeling of guilt—as if she had done something wrong.

"Nothing, Usagi. Just a dizzy spell. Not much sleep last night." Usagi frowned a bit, as if unsatisfied by this explanation, but then her eyes widened and she grinned.

"Oh! Makoto, I forgot! How was your date with Motoki?" Temporarily pushing the dream aside, Makoto blushed slightly.

"Nice. He took me out to dinner at that new Chinese place." It had been nice. They'd talked about everything, and the food and atmosphere had been perfect. It had certainly been the most romantic date she'd ever been on. Of course, then she'd had that dream, but if that had been the price of the evening it was definitely worth it.

Lunch continued, and school continued, and before Makoto knew it school was out. Usagi had a test coming up in math, and Ami was worried about it, so both of them were headed over to the temple for the 'senshi study group' Makoto debated, and finally decided to join them—after a detour to the arcade.

When she stepped through the doors, she was surprised to see, not Motoki, but another teen boy with blonde hair, long and wavy to his mid-back, and in a low ponytail. He was playing the Sailor V game, and looked like he was racking up a high score. As she walked behind him, scanning the room for Motoki, he glanced up. Suddenly the monster attacked, and the screen flashed.

Smiling a bit ruefully, his eyes met Makoto's. For a split second, all she felt was a bit of surprise—his eyes were a light purple, really closer to indigo. She hadn't ever met anyone with eyes quite that shade. Rei's were much darker.

Then an odd feeling of fear and guilt washed over her. But the fear was more pressing, and she averted her gaze as she heard Motoki call her name as he stepped out from the back room.

Hiroki leaned back on the game he had just lost, watching as the taller girl met with the arcade guy. He had never believed in much spiritual stuff, but when he had looked into her eyes, sudden feelings of hatred, rage and despair had come over him. How had a girl he was sure he had never seen before evoke such negative emotions in him?

Maybe it was a fluke. Maybe he just didn't like something about her, or some subconscious memory compared her to someone he had known before and had intensely disliked.

Only… had he ever disliked someone that strongly before? His eyes followed her as she said goodbye to the arcade guy and walked out, seemingly hurried and uncomfortable. The feelings rose again, not as strong as the first, sudden rush, but very real in his gut.

He didn't like it. Hiroki was positive he had never met her before, a certainty made even more likely by the fact that he had only just moved to Tokyo. Why did he hate her so much? They hadn't said one word to each other, but if her manner as she left was any indication, she had sensed something too.

Makoto hurried to the temple, her steps quickening as soon as she said goodbye to Motoki. She had felt the other boy's eyes on her, watching as she left. The fear and guilt had been almost suffocating. But she didn't even remember meeting him before; much less doing anything that would cause those emotions.

That, combined with the dream and the dizzy spell at lunch (that episode had also included a feeling of guilt, she realized) made her nervous. She had been hoping for peace and quiet after they had stopped the Death Busters.

That snapped her out of it. Frowning, she shook her head at her own stupidity. This was just the result of leftover stress from a near death experience. Her date with Motoki had restarted things because it seemed that it was always after the too-good-to-be-true moments that bad things happened. All of this was just her imagination.

I hope, she thought as she stepped through the temple gates.

Makoto stepped into the study room just as Rei was pulling a book—likely a manga—from behind Usagi's math book. Seating herself next to Ami, who was caught between being amused as Usagi tried to explain to Rei how the manga had gotten there and being frustrated at Usagi's lack of motivation towards her schoolwork, Makoto watch smiled. Whatever stress had accumulated seemed to ebb away at the familiar scene.

The study group wasn't, for once, doubling as a senshi meeting. Other than Usagi's alternating attempts to do the math and avoid it, nothing of any importance happened. More relief flooded Makoto. Just stress. Just stress.

Later, walking home, she passed a park. Deciding to stop and rest for a moment, she sat at a bench and watched a couple of kids play tag. A while they were called away by their parents and she stood. It was getting dark, and time to be home. Before she could get more than a few steps away from the bench, however, a scream came from behind her. Whirling, she saw a girl backed against a tree, trying to evade a—

So much for calm, Makoto thought. More monsters. Which means a new enemy. There should be a mandatory vacation period, but no. Not for senshi. Checking to see if anyone else was around (the girl was terrified; Makoto wouldn't have been surprised if she wouldn't remember her own name at the moment, much less a description of Makoto)

"Jupiter Star Power!" she called, puling out her wand, and felt the henshin begin. A moment later, she was Sailor Jupiter. Grabbing her communicator, she opened it and said hurriedly, "This is Jupiter. I'm at the park, and there's a monster attacking a girl." Shutting it and putting it back in the skirt pocket, she just hoped the others had had theirs nearby.

"Hey! Ugly! Over here!" The monster turned from the girl it had been trying to grab, and Jupiter hoped that she had enough sense to run, especially as she looked to be Jupiter's own age.

However, she didn't. She straightened, then smiled in a way that made a shiver go up Jupiter's spine. Then, pulling out a wand of her own, she did the last thing Jupiter had expected. Holding up the wand, she called out, "Nemesis Power! Makeup!" and began to henshin. In a moment, she stood as a senshi, but not one Jupiter knew. Her fuku was worn, with a pearl gray bodice and no brooch. Other details were lost on Jupiter, however, when she saw the earrings.

They were Black Poison Crystal. The only difference from Diamond'swas base was silver rather than gold, but that wasn't very comforting to Jupiter.

The monster remained stationary until the senshi snapped her fingers, never taking her eyes off Jupiter. Then it flickered, for a moment, and vanished. The dark senshi smiled, and Jupiter had the uncomfortable feeling she had just walked into a trap.

AN: Confusing? Good. This first chapter is meant to be so. More to come as I write and edit. Don't expect frequent updates (or long ones), as this is a side project and, like it says in my profile, I'm not a person who usually writes fanfiction epics.

However, whether you liked it or not, feel free to review.

Edit: I just added that last bit. It was going to be in the next episode, but I wanted to start to introduce one of the enemies here. Also, it was really short (and still is, but at least it's a little better).