Okay Okay, I know I know, the last chapter's ending was kinda easy to predict. . . but hey you know what?
I don't care!
It was a surprise to me, because I was actually going to leave Setsuna in Japan, but I like this better. . . Oh well, we'll see where it goes. . . .
Sorry it's been so long. My Baka computer wouldn't let me uploas anything, so now I have to do it at school. Sux royally. But anyway. . .Yeah!!! I'm back! Okay, anyway. . . . Book 5 is awesome!!!!! But none of it applies to my version of year five ,'k?
Okay, let's get over my crazy antics and get to the story: ENJOY!!!!
R&R&R
For those of you just tuning in, Read, Review, and Return!!
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Disclaimer: Harry Potter
Sailor Moon
Me no own
So you no sue
Okay?
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Chapter 9: Setsuna's Appearance
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"Sets?" Makoto asked as soon as she recognized the new teacher. Her brilliant green eyes lit with surprise as she continues in her native tongue. "What are you doing here?"
"Ohayo, Mako-chan?" Setsuna replied, without so much as a stutterment of surprise. She turned to the rest of the class and started talking to them in her own perfect English, which had picked up in college all those years ago. "Now fifth-years, I welcome you to another year of Defense Against the Dark Arts. This year should prove interesting, as we will be talking about some of the events occurring here in England and over in the Asian Countries, including Japan, form which I come to you."
As Setsuna continued talking about the upcoming year, murmurs broke out from the Slytherin section of the dark, mysterious room. Draco Malfoy's haughty voice broke out above the rest, " Wow, this year is going to be beyond easy. She's probably as idiotic as the new girl!" Fits of gallous laughter broke out, attracting the continuing attention of the Gryffindors and Setsuna.
"Is there a problem," her curt, husky voice spoke, demanding the attention of everyone in the room. "I certainly want to hear this joke, then."
The Slytherins fell silent and turned to Malfoy, who simply smirked and replied, " Well, uhm. . . Professor. . . we were just talking about how this year is going to turn out. I mean, with a Japanese teacher, Makoto Kino down there should have no problem understanding your lessons, but then again, I don't think any of us will." He struggled to hold back his laughter as the other Slytherins gasped, realizing that he meant to insult the teacher.
Setsuna remained calm as she responded, saying, "You will see me after the bell, Mr. Malfoy, to discuss your punishment for this disarray." Her voice was still calm, but took a new edge to it as she spoke to Malfoy. The rest of the class passed quickly as the students filled out informational sheets for Setsuna. Makoto was the only not to receive one, much to the others complaints.
The bell rang, releasing the students to freedom for the rest of the morning. Makoto approached the new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher, speaking thoroughly in Japanese.
"Sets?"
"Ohayo, Mako-san"
"Why are you here? I mean, what business do you have?"
"Dumbledore-sensei asked me to come and cover the class for him, and to be a support to you, princess."
"How do you know Dumbledore-sensei?"
"We're very old friends. I ran across him occasionally in high school when he visited Japan."
"Speaking of which, what's going on back home?"
"Mako-san, the school is full of people, we shouldn't talk about that now, not here, where someone could overhear."
"But. . ."
"Not now, Mako-san"
"Sets?"
"Hai, Mako-san?"
"I'm really glad you're here."
"Me, too, Mako-san. Me too."
Later that Evening
The Gryffindor common room had high enormous walls decked in crimson red and vibrant golden banners displaying their mascot, the lion. Candles and chandeliers lit the room brightly as students congregated around tables and the large brick fireplace erupting with bright red, yellow, and orange flames. Big, plush chairs surrounded the comfortable warm form the fires and the deep mahogany tables polished to a brilliant shine, though this was invisible to the students as it was covered in the students work.
Settled in the mist of the papers was Makoto, sitting in silence as she gazed off into space. Her only homework glittered beside her, the Japanese Kanji glowing through the deep green ink, the fire reflected in its color. She was lost in thought, form her Ken's disappearance, to the lack of knowledge to what was happening in Japan. She could only wait in wonder until Setsuna answered her questions. She felt alone, lost in the English world, which seemed full of deceit, and anxious, longing for any scrap of news.
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Hey guys! Sorry it's been such a long time, but I've been really busy and my computer's been moronic. So what am I going to do. . .
Oh yeah, please please please tell me who you think should be the villain, I could really use some help with that matter. . .
And go check out the story preceding the story that precedes this one. Right now, I have three stories in a series. . . This is the third, so go read the first. It's called A Life Forgotten and it's completely written by one of my muses, Yumi!!!1