Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon: Goddess, Episode 3: "Lover's Ambition: Sailoraphrodite Makes The Scene!"
By: Sokai
Disclaimer: It is sad, but very true. I, Sokai, do not claim ownership to the wonderfully great Takeuchi Naoko's Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon series, or any of her brilliant characters. However, I DO own the plot, storyline, and the original characters (such as my Goddess Senshi and enemies) as well as attacks that I'll put in here (though OBVIOUSLY they were inspired by Takeuchi-sama's series).
Note: Ok, I want to say about a million things right now about this horrid episode, but then if I did that you'd never be able to move on to read it (even though a part of me is dreading the moment you all begin to . . .). So, let me just say this: it's horrible; it's disastrous; and sadly, it's mine. Enjoy! LoL
This series/trilogy was created/written back in June 2004; this episode was created/written in July 2004, and later revised/edited in November 2005.
"I can feel it . . . that undeniable, powerful energy that is now coursing through the lively veins of planet Earth . . . It feels precisely like the infinite energy the Royal Family once harbored . . . Perhaps at long last we have finally relocated the fallen Princess and her protectors . . ."
Captain Uragiri softly murmured to himself, turning his black-clothed back against the clear, luminary orb that sat patiently upon his night stand in the far corner of his dimly lit bedchambers. Its lucid clarity began to slowly return, as the rainbow auras that had been swirling within it at last dissipated.
"Yes . . . I believe it is the very same energy . . . No doubt She will be pleased to know of this, and of course will want to take action after all this time . . ." smirked Uragiri thoughtfully, as he sat upon the edge of his lavish bedspread.
He understood precisely the kind of impact the news of the re-emergence of the Royal Family's fabled and unsurpassed energy would have upon Her -- not to mention the kind of impact it would have upon the entire Onyx Star Clan.
After having been forced into exile all those millennia ago, with very little to survive upon, seeking revenge had been the solitary device to have sustained the Clan's existence this entire duration.
However (especially with Uragiri at the helm of the Clan's now waning but still just as fierce army), it conclusively appeared as though victory was but a few commands away.
". . . Captain Uragiri-san, you called for me?"
Uragiri, whose dark blue eyes had been closed, while allowing himself to be lost in deep reverie, fluttered open right as he heard a sudden familiar female voice break through the previous silence of his chambers.
Running a cool hand through his short, black locks, Uragiri nodded lightly as his eyes rested dully upon the tall woman who now stood before him and donned the same suit as he (although hers was dark blue rather than black).
Her long, flowing silver french braided hair lay gingerly against her back, as she bowed her head and waited for acknowledgment.
"Ah, yes! That I did, Nemesis. You are to go on a bit of a mission for me. I want you to journey forth to Earth and locate, as well as retrieve the nine fragments of the shirozuishou . . . I do not believe I have to remind you of its great power, or what it will mean should you recover it . . ."
The woman apparently known as Nemesis merely nodded slowly in understanding, before getting down on one knee. She draped her right arm across her chest and bowed in respect, while her mysterious silver eyes with its cat-like pupil slits faintly glowered towards the ground.
He didn't have to verbalize it directly, but Nemesis was fully aware of what Uragiri had meant by those words. If she could not gather the nine fragments of the shirozuishou, thus failing her mission, the penalty for such laxity would be nothing short of death.
And while she much preferred to retain her everlasting life, Nemesis valued power all the more. She had long since heard of the awesome power that the shirozuishou coveted, and knew of the automatic, absolute rule it would bring to its possessor.
That was precisely she had already decided that, if worse came to worse and she ended up being betrayed by the Clan or by Uragiri himself -- as she no way trusted him -- Nemesis would merely seize control of the shirozuishou for herself once found and then rule in place of Her.
First things first, however, she still had to find it.
Nodding her silver primmed head once again before answering, Nemesis slowly looked up towards her Captain.
". . . I shall not fail you, Captain . . ."
"Hmm . . . Yes, see that you don't, Nemesis. After all, you are a loyal member of the Onyx Star Clan, and as dwindling in numbers as we may be, we are still proud, nonetheless. Any failures from you will be a reflective failure for us all. Now, go."
A resentful and icy stare was the only response Nemesis bestowed upon Captain Uragiri before closing her hard, feline-resembling eyes and disappearing in a black, acid like mist.
Uragiri stared at the spot where Nemesis had inhabited only a few seconds ago for another lingering moment, before making his way back to the clear orb that remained resting in the corner.
Gazing down at it, he smirked lightly to himself, as he heard the door of his chambers open. A petite chambermaid with curly blonde hair and outfitted in a tight, red teddy approached from behind, wrapping a silky arm around her master's strong waist.
"I do believe that if She or Nemesis fail, I will simply have to take matters into my own hands . . . and speaking of taking matters into my own hands . . ."
The teddy clad chambermaid began to giggle deliciously, as Uragiri abruptly turned around and seized her in his arms, while leading her to his bed.
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". . . Oh, there she goes! That transfer student from Tokyo, Japan!"
"Yeah, I know! Minako Aino is her name! Isn't she gorgeous? Even her name is gorgeous . . ."
"I am so jealous of her beautiful golden hair . . . And of her growing popularity as each day passes . . . Not to mention her uncanny knack to attract all of the guys' attention around here . . ."
"Still . . . You can't help but to like that girl . . ."
"Yeah . . ."
Aino Minako craned her golden head a bit higher, while passing the two Italian girls on her way to gymnastics, and then later volleyball practice, overhearing them gush admiringly about her.
Although she missed the others and her life back home in Japan, Minako was rather enjoying college life here in Rome, Italy. She loved everything about it: the romantic atmosphere; the people; even her classes weren't so bad.
Since day one, as well, did Minako seem to be revered as "Miss Popular" to these people, or even the one thing she had been craving to be ever since her young teenaged years: an idol.
Knowing this, Minako, while truly modest at given times, was completely thriving on all of the attention she had been receiving.
The afternoon sun was providing a nice, comfortable blanket of warmth upon the campus of St. Stephen's School during the otherwise chilly, late Fall day, as Minako left the gym from volleyball practice two hours later.
Stretching, she inhaled the fresh air deeply, while a very satisfied smile did its own stretching straight across her creamy visage. In no time at all, she made her way back to the dormitories to shower, and then turn in early, as she was now feeling exhausted.
Minako allowed her mind to wander back to two hours earlier during practice, and of how she had dominated the court with her vast skill in the game and natural athletic ability. She especially enjoyed how her usual "fan club" had all gathered to cheer her on: the girls shouted for joy every time she had scored, while the guys watched on with vast admiration shining within their eyes.
Feeling that this day, this week could not have gone any better for her, Minako at last rested her tired head against her dorm room pillow a half an hour later, and closed her baby blue eyes, as she allowed the much deserved sleep to wash over her.
As Minako made her way to her English class the next morning, she noticed a drastic change in her fellow students' behavior as she passed them by.
Everyone around here were talking in hushed, excited whispers, much like how they normally would whenever seeing her approach.
However, as Minako came nearer to two male students huddled near a tree, she could vaguely hear that she was not the topic of discussion that currently held them in such intense exhilaration.
". . . I know! She was a total babe! You don't think she's taken, do you?"
"Someone as hot as she? Trust me. Even if she isn't, I highly doubt that she would give us a second glance, sad to say."
"So then, what's her name, anyway? Did you catch it from Isabella? She told me that she has Philosophy with her. Apparently, the girl's a late arrival on campus or something, because Isabella said that she -- nor anyone else for that matter -- has seen her around until today," the taller of the two boys revealed, as Minako slowed down her pace to hear more before walking out of earshot and could no longer hear the rest of their conversation.
"Karissa Gorgreus is her name. And what a beautiful name for an equally beautiful woman . . ."
"Yeah . . ."
Although she was not petty or self absorbed, having vastly matured over the past few years to shed away her formerly immature self, Minako couldn't help but feel a tinge jealous of this new mystery girl.
No, no. I am not going to let something like this ruin my day, thought Minako to herself, as she entered her classroom and sat down in her usual spot in the front.
This place is big enough for two apparently popular people, after all.
As the rest of the class arrived and got settled into their seats (spreading out their books and writing utensils upon the surface of their desks to occupy their time while waiting for the professor begin the lesson), there came a sudden knock at the door.
When Minako and the rest of the class looked up and towards the door, faint gasps and excited whispers began to fill the room, while her blue eyes locked with a pair of green gems that were obviously contacts, as there were miniature red hearts decorating the very bottom of each.
"Ah, there you are. Now we can begin today's lesson. However, before we do . . . Class, this is our Grecian transfer student, Karissa Gorgreus. She'd just arrived yesterday as a late transfer.
I trust that all of you will do everything that you can to make Miss Gorgreus feel welcome here at St. Stephen's, as well as in Italy," the professor explained in fluent Italian to his pupils, as he rose from his seat to address them about the new girl who stood delicately at his side.
Her slightly wavy blonde hair glistened within the light, as it cascaded all the way down to her ankles, the fiery orange streaks that played about within it bringing out her extensively deep tanned skin of almond all the more.
Minako could feel her eyes widen in mixed shock and astonishment, as she continued to gaze upon this solitary young woman standing before her and the rest of the class.
This was the already infamous Karissa Gorgreus she had heard those two students talking about with such vigor earlier this morning?
As much as she hated to admit it to herself, Minako could honestly see why they had seemed so enthused by her arrival. She truly was a mesmerizing young beauty, with a ostensibly flawless body to boot, as Minako watched Karissa sail elegantly passed her and into an empty seat in the back.
It was almost as though this girl possessed some unknown entrancing, or bewitching power within her, able to ensnare the hearts of men and captivate the adoring attention of women. For as the lesson dragged on, everyone (including the professor) seemed to find it immensely difficult to concentrate, now that the tantalizing vixen had become a permanent addition to the class' environment.
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"Argh! I can't stand that girl!" declared Minako, as she stormed into her empty dorm room later that day after having lunch.
As she threw her books onto her bed and was about to do the same with her person, a soft, although thoroughly amused female voice verbalizing in Japanese sounded from behind.
"Let me guess, Mina-chan: you met that new girl, Karissa Gorgreus, ne?" asked a petite young woman with short, wavy auburn hair and green eyes. She had a small, gentle smile upon her peaches and cream complexion, while in her hands was a small pet carriage. The contents of it lazily stuck out a tiny white paw through the cage door.
Minako forced a light simper upon her face, watching the girl close the door behind her and walk towards the other vacant bed in the room to sit upon, obviously her own.
"Hey, Naru-chan. Did you have fun at the vet?"
"Well, I definitely now know why you seemed so eager for me to take him for you -- I've never met such a difficult cat before!"
"Difficult? Difficult! You try sitting still on a cold, metal table while clammy, thankfully gloved hands proceed to violate you, and then we'll see who's difficult!" came a male voice from inside of the cage, as Naru giggled and opened the door to let him out.
"Oh, Artemis, please! It's for your own good that you go to the vet to get those shots! You don't want to get sick, do you?" playfully chided Naru, as the white cat crept out of its temporary confinement.
His blue eyes gleamed just as excitedly, much like how the gold crescent moon shaped sigil upon his furry forehead was against the room's light.
"I'll tell you what I am getting sick of: being treated like some common mongrel! To think that I, Mau Artemis, from the wonderful planet that is Mau, would be treated with such indignation . . . After all of the countless times I've helped you save the world as both Sailor V and Sailorvenus . . ." mumbled Artemis grumpily to himself, as Minako walked over and picked up her guardian and friend, stroking his fluffy back before setting him down in front of a saucer full of milk that lay upon her dresser.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I heard you the last time you went to the vet and said the same exact thing, Art-chan. And, FYI -- a mongrel is a shaggy sort of dog . . . one you should be thankful I don't feed you to, after all of the grief you give me for each and every visit to the vet . . . Now, drink your milk before it gets too warm."
The two Japanese women watched in amusement, as the snow white cat crept over to the saucer and began to lap up its contents, although not before murmuring moodily to himself,
". . . Okay, I will . . . but not because you said to . . . I just don't like to see food go to waste, is all . . ."
"A few pointers for the future when having to card off ol' 'Grumpy Pants' over there to the vet, Naru-chan: he will always return from it extremely perturbed and spout a load of rubbish as you'd just heard.
But have a saucer of milk ready for him when he comes back and it'll put him right out -- not to mention shut him up -- like a light," advised Minako to her friend, smirking as the two of them continued to watch Artemis hungrily consume the smooth white liquid, while his sour attitude seemed to disappear much like the milk within his saucer was gradually beginning to.
"So, what's this I hear about you hating Karissa?" inquired Naru, while taking off her shoes before lying back against the bed.
Minako watched her a moment before responding, thinking to herself. She thought she ought to keep her newfound disdained feelings towards Karissa to herself before she sounded jealous to Naru; however, besides having Artemis around, Osaka Naru was really the only other person she could truly confide in while studying in Italy.
Besides, after having admitting to Naru about being her alter ego, Sailorvenus, a few years back after saving her from a youma (there hadn't been any choice, seeing as the emerald-eyed woman had confronted the blonde about her true identity, after having put the pieces together thereafter), Minako figured expressing her inhibitions of Karissa Gorgreus would be a walk in the park.
". . . Well, it's nothing, really, Naru-chan . . . It's just that --"
"-- Now that she's arrived to St. Stephen's and has undoubtedly become the center of attention all over campus, she's drastically thrown off your 'groove,' so to speak," grinned Naru at the blonde, watching her give a disbelieving look.
"Well, I wouldn't put it in those exact words, but yes, if you want to get technical . . ." scowled Minako, folding her arms.
"But it's not like I craved, nor asked for the attention everyone's been bestowing upon me since you, Artemis, and I arrived here, Naru-chan!
Ok, yeah, I'll admit I enjoyed it, but at least I've done things to deserve it! I mean, I'm now captain of the volleyball team, helping to win most every game we play; I'm actually doing well in most of my classes -- especially English and --"
"-- Well, after having to take it over twice back in middle school, and learning the same American phrases over and over again like, 'What time does the plane leave for Chicago?' I would hope that you would excel in it by now," Naru comically interrupted, reciting the phrase in perfect English.
"Yeah . . . funny how . . . she chose to go to a school . . . where she'll have to . . . master another foreign language . . . before attending . . ." said Artemis sleepily in between snores, having finished with his meal and curled up into a ball to sleep upon the dresser.
"Ha ha! Very funny, you two! Last time I checked, you two were my so called friends!" griped Minako, throwing a pillow across the room at Artemis and succeeded in lopping the feline across the middle and knocking him off the dresser. She watched as he lightly hissed at her and retreated underneath Naru's bed.
Naru smiled sympathetically at her friend, as she sat up and walked over to her bed, draping a comforting arm around her.
"Wow, Mina-chan; I've never seen you so worked up over one person before -- especially one you know nothing about. What'd she do -- besides all that you've said, already -- that was so horrible?"
Minako sighed, calming down a little as she began to recount the day's events. She felt her fists gradually begin to tighten, as she went down the long list of misdemeanors Karissa had perpetrated against her -- inadvertently or not.
". . . So what if she's just as good in English, sports, drama and monopolizing the time of many on campus as well, Minako? It doesn't make her a bad person . . . It just means that --"
"-- She is not as good in drama or sports as I am, Naru-chan! I mean, sure, again I'll admit that she is pretty fluent in the English language, it seems, and can slightly hold her own in Professor Romano's Theatre and Dance class -- of course having it in the same time period as me -- but there is no way she is as good an athlete as I am!
She didn't play, for one thing! She just stood on the side lines, filing her nails with a bored expression upon her face, while the rest of us actually participated in the soccer game! Apparently she has a 'condition' and can't overexert herself because of it.
Right! About the only condition she has is a mental one! Have you seen her hair and all that makeup she's plastered all over her sun-burnt face? And those contacts! Talk about tacky . . . And I do not 'monopolize the time of many on campus!' It's not my fault they all find me so intriguing . . ." Minako blurted out with fierce exasperation, resting her head in both of her hands, while Naru smiled sheepishly and sweat dropped.
". . . Yes . . . well. . ." she paused a moment, trying to think of what to say that could ultimately cheer her up.
Then it hit her.
"Well, Karissa may or may not be all of those things, but there's one thing that she could never be . . ."
"Smart? Sweet? Less self absorbed? A --"
"-- Iie, Minako-chan. Karissa Gorgreus could never be a Sailorsenshi . . . The infamous Sailorvenus! Whether or not you're well known over here or in other countries, you and Usagi-tachi are immensely popular back home!
Can Karissa honestly say that she's had action figures, video games and movies made after her? I doubt that very much."
Naru watched in relieved delight, as Minako reached into her night stand drawer, pulled out a shiny orange wand with a gold star on top and began to smile warmly while lightly caressing it.
"Yeah . . . yeah, you're right, Naru-chan. So what if Karissa Gorgreus is on campus and seemingly is taking over things around here? When you get down to it, no matter what she may be, she will never be something as special as a Sailorsenshi . . . Although, I haven't exactly been one myself in a long while . . ." Minako resolved, as her smile slightly faltered, staring with faint melancholy at her henshin wand.
". . . Hai . . . demo . . . I thought you were happy to finally be 'normal' and lead a normal life, free from the responsibilities of having to protect and save the world all the time?"
Minako nodded slowly, as she looked up and towards the window, clutching her wand firmly in her hand.
"Well, no, I am happy, Naru-chan -- believe me . . . It's just that . . . even though our last battle was one of the toughest we've ever faced, it truly being a miracle that I'm even standing here before you to tell you so . . .
Still . . . I've been a senshi since I was thirteen years old . . . longer than the others . . . And while I do love and treasure this 'youma free' life of mine . . . I dunno, Naru-chan; I guess five years of battling evil for the good of human kind is kinda hard to shake off . . . even after two years of being free from it . . ."
As if sensing her deep seeded nostalgia for her former senshi days, Minako's henshin wand began to grow warm within her grasp, just as Artemis had groggily emerged from underneath Naru's bed to tell them to keep it down, and a pillar of dark orange light suddenly blazed up through the dusky sky.
"Could you two please be q -- Mina, look! What is that?"
Minako's eyes widened in surprise, as the three inhabitants of the small dorm room looked out the window. Naru's startled gasp was the only audible sound to be made thereafter for a few moments, before her blonde friend finally collected herself.
"I . . . I don't know, Artemis, but . . . But I'm going to go find out!"
"Wait! I agree that we should indeed check it out and see what's manifesting that strange light, but we don't even know what could be waiting for you out there once you do!
There could be a platoon of youma, ready to attack the very moment you get there -- You can't fend them all off on your own!" cautioned a fully awake Artemis, and jumped gracefully onto his charge's shoulder.
"I agree with Artemis, Mina! It could be really dangerous! And besides! How do you know you can even still henshin? You said so yourself thatit's been two years since last you tried or even had to!"
Now it was Naru's turn to contribute to the growing pros and cons list of Minako's going out to investigate the mysterious orange light that was gradually beginning to flicker away and out of sight.
Minako frowned lightly a moment before it melted away into a reassuring smile, lifting Artemis from off of her shoulder, who'd just finished giving her an affectionate nudge with his cold, wet nose against her cheek before handing him to Naru.
"You guys worry too much. Like I said, after facing off with Galaxia-sama and her Sailor Animates during the last battle, whatever is or isn't out there will be a breeze.
And, as for being able to henshin, there's really only one way to find out . . . VENUS ETERNAL POWER, MAKE UP!"
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"What did you do to me? What is this? What is that?" exclaimed a disbelieving Karissa Gorgreus in a fierce, heated frenzy in her native tongue rather than Italian, once the swirling waves of nausea had at last subsided from within her stomach.
The eighteen year old native Grecian was beyond utterly mystified by that point. Only mere moments before had Karissa been exiting the Theatre Department building through the back doors and into the alleyway to cut her walking time back to the dorms in half (mainly due to her immense detest for exercise, and especially sweating all the more), when she had suddenly come across a romantic couple being attacked by a . . . A giant lizard?
After Karissa had momentarily surmised that that assumption could not have been right, before also (and smartly) deciding it might have best to escape before the abnormally large creature set its sights upon her, she had found herself faced with yet another peculiar sight.
In her path of way was perched a very handsome North American Sparrow Hawk, its blue and brown plumage shining mysteriously despite the sun had long since begun to set by then.
Karissa hadn't the chance to question its choice of location, for her body suddenly became overwhelmed by a warm, tingling sensation. Her eyes and mouth eerily emitted a dark orange jet of light, at the same instant a rather large column of the same shade of light converged down upon her and seemed to disintegrate the clothes that were on her body.
And now she stood, adorned in new apparel of a black sailorfuku, with a dark orange skirt and red bow in the front and back of her.
"I didn't do anything that didn't need to be done -- not to mention would not have happened eventually, as you are destined to become Sailoraphrodite, after all . . .
Now, if you could be so kind as to refrain from lashing out at me, Anaxarete, your guardian, then we can get on with this."
Karissa blinked with momentary confusion as her now, natural blue eyes rested upon the hawk, the orange streaks within her blonde hair having magically vanished.
"Excuse me? Could you be any more rude! I don't think you know with whom you're talking to! And -- ! Ugh! What happened to my hair! Where'd my beautiful streaks go! WHAT IS GOING ON! I --" boomed Karissa fervently at the female hawk named Anaxarete, too consumed with outrage at both the female hawk's condescending attitude and loss of her fashionable hairstyle to notice, nor care that it had spoken to her at all.
Their bizarre spat was abruptly cut off by the disregarded lizard-like youma that decided to cut into the conversation -- literally.
Having long since beset the helpless couple (who now lay unconscious upon the pavement), the reptilian demon crept up from behind the unsuspecting and newly transformed senshi. It sliced through the air in addition to the back of her fuku with its unnaturally razor sharp claws and knocked her over.
"I told you that you should've just listened to me in the first place, Sailoraphrodite! Now look's what happened to you!" Anaxarete reprimanded, as she rose into the air, not wishing to get caught into the crossfire.
Sailoraprodite glared daggers at the hawk, quickly rolling out of the way to avoid the youma's attack, as a few trickles of blood warmly ran down her partly bare back.
"Listened to what, I dare ask! How this freaky looking monster has decided to possibly scar my flawless back, or how you're able to speak and continue to be incredibly uncouth towards me -- something no one has ever dared to be towards me, I might add.
Oh, right! How can I forget: how am I also now dressed in this . . . gaudy outfit inexplicably!"
". . . Venus . . . Love Me . . . Chain!"
Suddenly a comely-looking golden chain comprised of hearts sailed through the air, wrapped itself securely around Sailoraphrodite's waist and pulled her a great distance away from the towering monstrosity.
The creature let out a ferocious sort of screech in frustration, just as Sailoraphrodite turned around and locked eyes with another sailorfuku-fitted young woman. She took in the sight for a moment, noticing that the two almost shared the same colors of orange upon their similar apparel (not to mention physical appearance); however, while Aphrodite's fuku was black, the woman's was instead white.
A small smile caressed the mysterious woman's creamy complexion, at the same time her enchanted chain mystically disappeared, freeing its former "captive" in the process.
"Are you all right? Looks like this poor excuse for a youma managed to attack you before I could save you . . . I'm Eternal Sailorvenus; it's very nice to meet you," began the unidentified sailorsenshi in hesitant Japanese, before quickly switching over to Italian, as though realizing some sort of cultural mistake.
"Save me? Um, sorry, sweetie, but I don't think I asked for the help of a petite thirteen year old . . . Nice bow, by the way," replied Sailoraphrodite in false sincerity, rising from off of the ground to stand beside the newcomer. A faint, amused smirk spread across her face, as she watched the reaction she had been hoping for take a firm hold of the other senshi.
Feeling embarrassed and justifiably angry, Eternal Sailorvenus took a deep, slow breath before responding, her own light simper glossing over her fair visage.
"Huh -- really? Thanks for that, dear . . . nice breasts -- they yours?"
Feeling her face flooding with blood, her tanned face now extremely red, Sailoraphrodite raised a now glowing dark orange hand into the air and planned to strike the other girl with it.
"Why, you --! Aphrodite . . . Heart . . . Break!" Sailoraphrodite suddenly and innately cried, expelling a giant, angelic looking orange heart towards Eternal Sailorvenus, who dived out of the way just in time. The heart shattered into a million, sharp and jagged pieces, before it instead sliced straight through the youma, who then screeched again in overwhelming pain, defeated.
Anaxarete gently fluttered back down to the ground, just as Artemis arrived to the scene and ran up to the bewildered Sailorvenus, who stood firmly a few feet away from an exhausted Sailoraphrodite.
"Well, it took you long enough to get your act together, but well done. . ." Anaxarete expressed gruffly at Aphrodite, who only scoffed back at her and tossed her flowing blonde hair behind her shoulder.
"Venus-chan! Are you all right? I came as quickly as I could and --" Artemis trailed off, finally taking notice of the new senshi opposite his partner, as well as the majestic-looking hawk in the corner.
"Who're they? Who is she?"
". . . Besides extremely ungrateful and callous? I'm not exactly sure . . . But judging how she just tried to demolish me with that attack of hers instead of that youma, I'd say that she's clearly not on our side -- isn't that right, 'Barbie?'" Eternal Sailorvenus mocked, translating her last comment into Italian so that her newfound opponent could purposely understand and hopefully take offense.
Sailoraphrodite gasped in shock at the insult, staring hard at Venus, who pointed a gloved finger at her in an accusatory manner.
"You are really starting to push my buttons, damn you! If you don't watch yourself, I just might have to kick in your dye-jobbed head!" she retorted vehemently, taking a step forward to begin a sparring match between the two.
"Enough! We don't have time for this, Aphrodite! Anaxarete Exodus!"
Suddenly the Sparrow Hawk glowed a bright white, while Sailoraphrodite did the same, and the two instantly vanished before either Sailorvenus or Artemis could react.
"What the? Dammit! She -- they got away! And we don't even know who they are!" said Eternal Sailorvenus bitterly, kicking the ground roughly, as Artemis went to check on the forgotten unconscious couple.
Seeing that they would be all right, the ivory-colored feline looked up at his blonde charge, a small frown forming upon his furry face.
". . . Then I suggest we make contact with the others back in Tokyo, and inform them all of what's going . . . before it's too late . . ."
End of Episode Three
(A.N. Good GRAVY, did I honestly dislike this episode when I first wrote it so long ago . . . But, now it's kind of grown on me. Not IMMENSELY, mind, but just a tick. LoL I STILL fancy the "nice bow/nice boobs" comment, of course, and so do/did all of my friends when they first read it way back when. LoL At the time I had first written this chapter, I had the unfortunate "honor" of being acquainted with this chick in one of my classes, who was . . . Well, if you please, a real witch. She didn't care who you were, authority figure or not, she would go off on you if she felt in the mood to do so. So, yeah, long story short, she tried to start with ME one day before class for NO reason, and I basically said something similar to what Minako said to Karissa . . . Cough . . . LoL Hey! SHE started it! And I'm NOT a mean person, but I mean, C'MON! Rude, much! Evil girl . . . Glad I don't know her anymore . . . Annnnnnny-blippin-way! There it is! Episode three, all revised and edited for your enjoyment! I've episode four already written out from back when, which, in all honesty, continues to be my most fave episode. Mainly because of the new sailorsenshi that'll be debuted in it. You'll see. LoL Point is! I just gotta do my editing and revising gig on it, and then post her up! In the meantime, PLEASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSE review! You know you want to! LoL Mwa!
Oh, right! Forgot! Before you leave a comment/flame saying how I "spelled the word 'theater' wrong," save your breath. I know it's spelled "er" and not "re," but that's just the Frenchie within me leaking through when I wrote this episode, and didn't feel the need to change it, since I HIGHLY doubt it'd offend you or melt your retinas if I did so. LoL Also! For those interested, like I said in the earlier A.N.'s for this fic/episodes, I've several wonderful fanart pictures of my Goddess Senshi. So, if any of you want to see what either Sailors Artemis, Mazu, or Aphrodite look like, just let me know! They kick arse, just so you know, the pictures LoL)