"Who's there?" Sailor Pluto glanced up at the speaker.
"None of your concern," she replied, standing up and brushing off her hands and knees. She checked her Scepter to be sure it was all in one piece, then turned about, patiently seeking a ay back into her Domain.
"I think it is, given you've wandered into our campsite!"he snapped. Then he muttered, "Unless Tasuki has been inviting omen over again. Wouldn't surprise me, the way she's dressed."
She turned to glare at him. "I heard that and I understand perfectly well what you mean by it." She folded her arms and looked him over. He was tall, much taller than her, but she figured she could take him. She was easily older and had more tricks than he could even imagine. His hair was jet black and he had a cat sitting on one shoulder. "Where am I, anyway?"
He arched an eyebrow, about to answer, when they were both interrupted by a scream. Turning to the campsite, Pluto saw a young girl being protected by yet another warrior against... She gasped. The dead were coming from the ground! "Not again," the man sighed. Even as he watched, two absolutely gorgeous men joined the fight and one redheaded warrior who seemed to have that gleam in his eye that indicated a charmer. She shuddered, feeling Time convulsing around her as the Dead were ripped form their sleep and forced to live in a Time not their own. She began to gather her own power to her, lifting her Scepter imperiously.
As if from a distance, she heard the girl cry out and the first warrior order her to run. She did and the others followed. Pluto allowed herself a feeling of momentary relief when they ran by her, but immediately had a flash of irritation when the tall one stopped to order her to move. Before he could open his mouth again, she dropped her Scepter and spoke, almost in a whisper, her attack. "Dead Scream!" A ball of energy spun away, ripping through the dead and sending them back to their sleep. Silence reigned after that.
She felt several eyes on her, and turned to face the incredulous looks on all of their faces. She studied each of them in turn, then settled on the girl. She walked over and stood in front of her, face smooth but eyes giving away the fact that she was furious. She ignored the warrior who moved to protect the girl. "I am Sailor Pluto, Guardian of Time. And you have taken me out of my Domain. I demand to be sent back immediately!"
***
Mitsukake stared at the woman. He couldn't seem to talk. Guardian of Time? Ridiculous. Dressed in a skimpy outfit like she was, he couldn't help but wonder what kind of prostitute she was. But then he remembered the ease with which she had dispatched of the zombies. And now she was enraged with Miaka.
He shook the amazement off and glanced at his companions, noticing minor wounds on each. Since none were overly serious, he decided that a little natural healing would do them some good. He turned his attention back to the conversation at hand. "Well?" the woman, Sailor Pluto, asked. "Are you going to send me back or not?"
"Um...hehe...I don't know what you're talking about," Miaka replied nervously.
"You should. You mentioned Time and somehow that pulled me away form my Domain. I would suggest that you find a way to send me back. You have no idea of what the consequences could be if I'm not there to stop random time travel."
'You've already failed with me and Yui!" Miaka blurted out. "We're not from Ancient China! As a matter of fact, we're not even from China! We come from Japan, from the 20th Century, so don't even try and say that you can stop time travel!"
Sailor Pluto sighed. "Okay, so you probably don't know how to send me back if you don't know anything about the Universe of the Four Gods book. It can hardly be labeled as random time travel. I suppose that I'll stick around until you do figure something out-or until I do, which is much more likely to happen first." She examined each person, her gaze freezing each of them to the spot. "What are your names?"
Tasuki stepped forward, smiling. He took her hand and bowed over it. "I, most beautiful Guardian, am Tasuki, a former Bandit King but now one of the Suzaku Seven! I am most pleased to have your in our company." Mitsukake rolled his eyes.
"Hotohori, Prince of Konan. Incidently, I am the most beautiful being on the planet." He tossed his hair over his shoulder and cast a venomous gaze towards Tasuki.
"Nuriko, no fancy title to worry about," said the other beautiful, if somewhat feminine, man. Sailor Pluto gazed at him a moment, digging deep into her memories. Ah, she thought, he is the one who tries to remember his sister. That's sweet of him. She turned to the next warrior.
"Tamahoma." She raised an eyebrow at him. He stared flatly back.
Again, Sailor Pluto dug deep into the memories. "You're not going to tell me about your family, Tama? Or about your profession of being a sword for hire?" Sailor Pluto asked tartly. Mitsukake jumped slightly, wondering how she could have known all of that. "No, I don't know your names, there are too many billions of people who have walked the earth to keep them all straight. But when you tell me your names, it is possible for me to place who you are, as I combine it with the image of your face and the era you live in." She turned to the man dressed as a wandering monk.
"Chichiri, you know," he said, smiling impishly at her.
A little boy stepped forward next. "I am Chiriko. I think I may know something about you-were you mentioned in a book about time?" She shook her head. "Hm, I could have sworn that I've heard of the title of Sailor before..." He looked down thoughtfully.
Mitsukake stepped forward slightly. "Mitsukake, healer of the group." She nodded to him.
Miaka sighed suddenly. "You're coming with us? I suppose that means that I won't get as much to eat as before." She sighed again. "I'm Miaka." Sailor Pluto looked at her and, for the first time since meeting them, a smile spread across her face.
"Well then, shall we get started on your journey?"
AN~I know that was long. I'm transcribing this all from paper and I'm tired. I'll add the rest tomorrow...hopefully...please R/R!