AN: I do not own Sailor Moon or its characters. I acknowledge Naoko Takeuchi as its creator and its owner.

Thanks goes out to PrincessSelina, MagicAnimeWorld,CowaBungaBabe95 soel15, Keladry1 and Wishfull-star. So people, with this chapter, Convergence will finally be over! All the pieces will be in play. And the game will begin in earnest. The war will finally begin, and needless to say there will be a cost to pay!

To clear up the air with the social skills (or lack thereof) in this story, let me just explain. The girl all have had hard lives, and as such have refrained from interacting with people as much as they would have with happy childhoods. Ami, Rei, Minako, and Makoto will be happier than Usagi though because they had each other for some time, whereas Usagi has only ever had her brother. The generals have not been a part of human society at all for 1000 years, so they are out of the loop on human culture. Hence why they fail at interacting with people and their entrances will be slightly…. Bizzare.

Also, I will have another Sailor Moon Story starting soon. I have recently had an idea that I absolutely love, and must write about! I promise you, it is a twist you probably have never seen before. If you have, tell that author that I love the way they think :P. Stay tuned people!

The Shadow Of Darkness

Chapter 10

When I had thought up this plan, I had had the largest and proudest smirk on my face that one could possibly have imagined. I had thought that this is was a truly brilliant idea, and I was proud of the fact that I had pieced together this plan before any of the other generals had, including the leader. In my excitement I had hastily volunteered myself to be the one to do said task. But now, sitting through it in reality, I cannot help but feel that my enthusiasm had quite misplaced. Hence why I am presently mentally grumbling to myself with a dour look on my face. I had relished the idea of being the one to take the initiative…not sit around in this prison.

Of course, this is where Murphy's law is cued in for its time in this whole crazy adventure. In this case it comes in the humble form of a wiry old man, in need of some help. He looks at me desperately, saying, "Jadeite-san, can you please help me try and figure out how to use this computer program? It required we use it, as to why though, only Kami-sama knows! When I was young we do not need any of these fancy gadgets to learn!" Realizing that he is on a tirade, he stops, though looking embarrassed.

Continuing he says, "I need to go grab something that I forgot, I just realized. Here, why don't you get the lesson started for me please so they don't fall behind. If you are in need of assistance for anything, I suggest asking Hino-san, she is very respectful and helpful." Failing to notice the look of pure horror on my face, he offers me a smile and saunters off, as though enjoying my plight.

It takes me a moment to realize that all of the students are taking in my panicked posture and facial expression. When I realize this I quickly summon my macho personality, a bite out, "What are all of you staring at? You heard the man, so let's get started!"

While I boldly declare this, I sit trying to figure out the program in question. What made this a problem was the fact that my skills with the computer was in fact "borrowed knowledge." Kunzite had a nifty little ability to take the knowledge of something from people's minds. The only problem is that you still need to gain the experience of the ability itself. Hence, here I sit making a fool of myself trying to figure out the program, lacking the proficiency to actually use it. After a few minutes of struggling with it, I finally concede and grudgingly call out, "Hino-san, where are you?"

The girl in question raises her hand slightly to indicate to me where she is. Nodding at her, I ask, "Can you please give me a hand with this? Your teacher indicated you would be the best option….and I am having a hard time with this."

She nods and makes her way over, and makes quick work of the problem that had stumped both the teacher and I. She found the powerpoint and opened it. I stare at it, gaping in disbelief of her apparent ease of doing what I had struggled with so much. She looks at me, expectantly and says, "Is that all, sir? Or would you like me to continue to run the computer this while you teach?"

Not liking the idea of relying on someone else I say, "I am sure that I can figure it out, thank you very much Hino-san!"

She regards me coolly and fires out, "I wasn't questioning your capabilities. Doing so would be pointless, as you clearly have none. I merely was trying to help cover it for you so we don't suffer for it."

She is really rubbing with me the wrong way, more than people can normally. "Whatever happened to the ever-so-helpful student that your teacher was raving about?!"

She replies ever so sweetly, "Respect is something you earn. See you S-L-O-W-L-Y earn it. And then maybe you be treated with."

Veins are popping in my head at this point, so I just grind out, "Go back to your seat. Now."

Offering the fakest smile she manages, "Of course, whatever it is you want." Turning to the class she says, "Let's give our best efforts for the sake of this fine sir. Because he is clearly fit to teach us." Then she slowly meanders back to her seat, with my glare following her the whole way.

Over a matter of pride, I at this point refuse to the blasted computer. However I notice the subject on the computer and I get a sense of grim satisfaction. I can not only teach the class this, I can do it better than anyone else. The reason quite simply being I lived it. With that I mind I launch into teaching about the history of a life I lived long ago.

While I stand and teach I cannot help but feel a sense of victory in the knowledge that I could tell that I had surprised the girl in the fact that I was not incompetent. I continued on and on, holding everyone's rapt attention, in the weaving of the tales of history, told as tales and memories. Not dates and bland facts. Even I was so enthralled in my telling of the past I failed to notice the teacher watching. Nor did it occur to me odd that he had taken so long.

When I finally finished nearing day's end, the teacher offers me a glance and says in a curious tone, "Well done Jadeite-san. That was taught quite masterfully, perhaps a little informal, but certainly you know what you are saying. With that in mind, perhaps it would be best for you to teach this class for the duration of your stay? It seem you have quite the natural ability to teach it- never have the students given me that kind of attention during the lessons."

A chill of horror runs through my body as I realize that I have drawn undue attention to me, which is precisely what I was trying to avoid. Remembering the girl's smug look I cannot help but feel as though she is the one who has in fact won this little skirmish. However, she did come to apologize after the fact in recognition of the fact I did in fact I did know what I was talking about. However I knew I had unfair advantage in the fact I had lived in the era I had discussed. Not that I would ever admit it. Or that she would ever believe at that.

Unbeknownst to me I am presently in the predicament as Jadeite. In this scenario; however, I was called upon to teach some mathematics to the students. Of all the generals, it just so happens that I happen to be the most studious one, and the lesson happens to a trigonometry lesson. Two things that both work to my advantage in this situation.

Learning is my greatest passion, it is the one thing that I always strive to gain. To me, it hold greater power than any virtue, power or wealth. Knowledge allows you to always make the best of choices. Therefore I came prepared. What I did not come prepared for was the horrible decorum of these students. When I try to teach them the thinking behind Pythagorean Theorem they all started to groan and beg for me to just simply give the formula.

There was one exception; however, from all of this deplorable behavior. She is a rather small girl, with an unassuming demeanor. She takes an interest in what I have to say, hanging on to every word, and always having an answer for every question for the class. When I tried to bring Pythagoras himself into the lesson, the students threw an even greater fit, forcing me to abandon the idea before it really took any real hold. Again, I could tell that the girl was the only one interesting.

Sitting here, I cannot help but find it baffling just how lax people have become in their standards of behavior. It is like these students just do whatever it is that strikes their fancy, with no consideration for others, the rules or respect. I have come across as short to the students, and I know that I have lost any chance I may have ever had at gaining the attention and respect of these students. Sighing heavily, I try and hold back a groan from an all-around disastrous situation to find myself, especially so soon. I might as well have a foot out the door.

Pitying my plight, the teacher shoots me a look that screams 'There is just no helping it. I give up' and tries to salvage what he can of the situation. "Alright students, the lesson is over. Get to your work. If you have any questions as to what you need to do, just ask myself or Zoicite-san."

As I stand there watching them talk instead of work, I start to get extremely angry at the sheer lack of control amongst these students. It is as though they have had all of the inhibitions humans have turned off entirely. I notice the teacher just ignores it, as though it was a battle he had lost, and it makes me wonder if all humans just give up so easily. I notice a raised hand, a curious choice of gesture for attention, but I decide to go and try to at least keep one of the students on track. The hand in question belonged to the girl who had been answering my questions during the lesson. Curiously I walk up to her, and ask, "What is your name? Also, what is your question?"

Offering a shy smile she mumbles, "I am Mizuno Ami. I just wanted to say I appreciated the lesson, trying to add in the different elements of this lesson that you did. Most teachers would just try and throw the formula at us and tell us to memorize."

Scandalized, I freeze and try and take in what she just said. "But..why…how…. why is it that people are being so lazy? Why is it that they have absolutely no desire to learn at all? They are choosing to limit themselves to being less capable by knowing about less…"

Mizuno nods fervently adding her thoughts, "Exactly! I don't understand why it is that people do that! I mean they can only help themselves by learning. Everything that we do, we can do because we have learned, so why stop learning? Not only that, but then the ridicule me for having these views even though I never impose my views on them!" She pauses looking embarrassed, and reverts to mumbling, "Well, you know, learning is really important. So thank you for teaching us."

Looking around, I see that all the students were being just as rowdy as ever and showed no signs of slowing. 'It is really not worth fighting all these people over it. I might as well just move past all of this and just speak with this girl, as there is nothing else of note to do.'

Settling in, I ask, "Will you need any kind of assistance with the work? Not that I am insinuating anything about your intelligence! It is just you are the only person that would actually ask for help. Or is even working."

She pauses from her work, as though a she had suddenly frozen, and then relaxes slightly. Nodding, she says, "To be honest with you, I really do not need any type of assistance. I covered this material in my private studies a little while ago."

Noticing my sullen face she adds, "I would be happy to talk with you though. But I will being doing my work simultaneously, so please do not get offended if it seems as though I am not giving you all of my attention. It is not that I am trying to ignore you, but I do have other things I would rather do after school than this work."

I nod and inquire, "You said that you covered this material a while ago. Is mathematics your favourite subject, or is it just that you study ahead in many types of classes?

"Mathematics are my favourite subject. But I do like all subjects, it is just that I like math in particular. I really enjoy solving different types of equations and all the theory in math. It is all just so interesting. While subjects like philosophy are interesting, they really are not able to reach any conclusions that can go beyond just being justified, but can also be proven. Mathematics also allows us to figure out how our world works, what it is that makes things the way that they are. By doing that, we are able to do great things with that understanding and try and help people as much as we can. Which is why I really love math more than anything else. But I do like to learn about anything."

Offering a slight smirk, I tease her, "Well that was slightly more than I was asking about."

She turns beet red, and insists, "I am just trying to make conversation! Sorry if I bothered you by talking too much!"

Laughing, I look at her and tell her, "I was just teasing you, Mizuno-san. Thank you for sharing your thoughts. It is good to see that you understand yourself so well. It is really rare to see that."

She has an insecure look on her, and tries to divert attention away from it, "Well, Zoicite-san, what is your favourite subject? Is it mathematics? Or do you have a different preference?"

A confused look comes across my face as I try to remember, "I really don't know. I feel as though I know what it is, and I am ready to grasp it. But I simply cannot do so right now. I… guess that I just like to learn about everything."

She looks at me curiously and asks, "Have you ever had amnesia? Because you seem like someone who might have had a past case of it?"

Shaking my head violently, I shoot out, "No I don't! Why would someone tamper with my memories? What a ridiculous suggestion!"

She looks at me very strangely and then says, "I never said that. But anyway, I need to focus on my work. But thank you for your time Zoicite-san."

I silently curse myself, knowing that what I had said cost me the conversation. And worse, I knew that I had said it to myself. To try and reassure myself. But lying to myself has never been my strong suit. It never will be.

"Did you see the new student teacher? He seemed kind of creepy to me. He was saying some really strange things to me. But I didn't get the feeling it was intended in a creepy way. He just seemed… a little otherworld, maybe?" Makoto was saying to me.

Shivering, I say, "When I walked into the class he gave me a shocked look and then was staring at me for a long time. It was so creepy, it was like he was trying to search my soul or something!"

Makoto waves a hand in dismissal, and throw the conversation away, "Usagi-san, I am sure that you are just being dramatic. I mean, what on earth could a student teacher possibly want from you?"

Before I could reply, I voice cut in, marking the arrival of Minako, "Oh you guys have a new student teacher to? I think I might have broke the one my class." Giggling, she continues, "So what's this about the student teacher looking at you? You think you might have caught his eye and want to catch his heart? I can totally help you, Usagi-san!"

Red as a tomato I hurriedly say, "I have no interest in him at all! He just stared at me for a while during class, so I found it creepy!"

"Oooh, I think there is more going on here than you want to admit here, Usagi-san! So Mako, is he a looker?"

Nodding she says, "I thought that he was good-looking. But maybe Usagi-san think that more than I do."

Glaring at her, I whine, "Guys! Stop it! I am not interested in pursuing some relationship!"

Offering a sly smile, Minako says, "You know Usagi-san, you can't hide the truth from me.I know that you do have crush! And I will find out who! But it isn't this guy. Maybe he is Mako's crush. What do you think, Usagi-san?"

Eager to shift the conversation away from me, I vigourously nod, but Makoto merely shakes here head. Pouting, Minako continues, "You guys are no fun today at all. Seriously, lighten up, have some fun. The student teacher in my class was a looker, let me tell you. But one of the biggest macho-men I have ever met! He just really seemed to want to try to be in control. He actually had a stand-off with a student! He was acting like some army guy or something!"

Noticing Ami and Rei approaching, I wave to them. Only to find out that we all had something in common today. "You guys had student teachers too? Isn't it strange that we all have student teachers in our class? Well anyways, I was talking to Ami about the student teacher in my class. He has one of the biggest egos that I have ever seen! I mean he just had the smuggest look on his face! I just wanted to pound that smug look into the group!"

Having a field day, Minako moves on to her new target, "Say, Rei…"

"What?" She cuts in irritably.

"I don't suppose that there is more to this than you are telling us? I mean you NEVER are anything but stoic with strangers, so for him to get so much attention from you… well he must have caught your eye, hasn't he?"

Rei only offer the coldest glare in response and not-so-well disguised threat, "I will kill you! Mind your own business you, you airhead! I just can't stand people that are full of themselves. That's it."

At this point Ami, cuts in trying to keep the peace, "Enough you two. This bickering does nothing. I also had a new student teacher in my class. He really seems to know his stuff, but he seemed a little insane to be honest with you. Like there was something under the surface just waiting to burst forth from underneath his exterior personality. He almost seemed like… 2 people."

Makoto trying to some it all up, just says, "So basically we all have weirdos for our teachers. Well there is not too much we can do about. They will leave eventually."

I notice them all getting significant looks at this point, as though they have just heard vocalized how they wished that they really felt. I can quite easily tell that there is more going on in all of their minds than they are vocalizing, but I really can not bring myself to care. Today I am very worried about Shingo. It has been a few weeks now since he went into his coma, and at this point it is apparently getting less and less likely that he will wake up. I just have this desperate itch to go see Shingo, but I know it would be rude to just leave. I haven't told them about Shingo. They don't need to know. It is my problem and my concern. But this itch is bringing me to my breaking point, and it only needs the slightest fuse at this point.

Minako just happens to be the one to volunteer to light it, saying, "So Usagi-san, why don't you tell us all about this crush of yours?"

Jumping up, I snap at her, saying "Don't you care about anything other than boys? I have had enough of hearing all about your boy problems! I have far bigger concerns than petty crushes that just end in hurt like all other relationships! If you want to talk about it, fine. But count me out!" With that said, I storm off to go and see my brother. As I leave, a set of eyes follow me, symbolic of the change waiting to strike.

I stand outside the room of the kid that I had seen a few weeks back. The kid, who for some reason I felt some strange connection with. The kid had just giving me strange feelings all around, and I was really not sure to react, but today I had gotten the strong compulsion to check up on the kid. I felt as though there some subliminal reason that I need to come here. That it was imperative that I come and visit the kid again.

Walking slowly up to him, I reach out towards his hand, and grab it. The second I am covered in a golden aura, and am yanked into consciousness. To the plane of a different existence.

AN: What has happened with our dear Mamoru? Next time people. The battle begins.