My first posted Dark-Hunter Novels/Sailor Moon crossover! MWAHAHAHAHA!

Dark Hunter Novels

Sailor Moon

"Back to the Beginning"

For Thou Hath Committed Crimes Against Humanity In His Unholy Name,

Thou Art Forbidden To Be Worthy Of Her Light

Hotaru stared at her computer screen with less than feigned interest as her teacher continued to drone on about the historical prevalence to the new fad of astrology and paganism. The phrase written on the board wasn't as new to her as it was to her classmates. Those words were engraved in Lunarian on the gold bangle on her right wrist. If Hotaru didn't need this class to pass, she would've dropped it months ago. But since the board members at her school were complete imbeciles, the last of the First Generation was bored beyond death in her historical theology class.

Sitting in the last row of the middle segment of the college lecture hall, Hotaru was quite recognizable in her low rider jeans, spaghetti strap tank top, short sleeve over shirt that was open, black work boots and sweatshirt tied around her hips. The cuffs on her wrists and the few necklaces she wore with the scattered rings and piercings added to the sort of look she had evolved into after a decade of fighting and living with Haruka. Her black hair was swept into a semi ponytail and her purple eyes were framed by oval glasses with her lips coated in the Mistress 9 lipstick color that Hotaru had spent a mere 3 minutes to create the one tube.

Her ever present backpack sat at her feet and inside happened to be just about everything she considered truly important in her life. That included a solid white little life that crawled out of the open pocket and scaled her pant leg to curl up in her lap. Hotaru put a hand on top of it and stroked its silky soft fur with a couple fingers. If her teacher knew she had her little friend with her again, she was going to lose her red-eyed ferret forever and then wind up at the dean's office…again.

Yeah, that was definitely something she needed and yes-she was being sarcastic. The dean had had it with her since she came to this multinational boarding school-also known as an American College. Louisiana State University-LSU Tigers-was as "low profile" as Hotaru could get. Gods of her Father Star, how she HATED Mamoru and his damn power trips.

Gods, I need a cigarette… Hotaru groaned to herself as her teacher's droning bore in to her skull with each monotone word he uttered. This man seriously needs to get laid and laid soon. He's almost as bad as Doctor Alexander who can piss me off in 5 minutes or less. And now that guy should've been a stay-at-home hubby.

The bell finally rang and Hotaru was thanking every deity in her Star's pantheon. The last thing that she needed was for her to be trapped in this room for another hour. Hotaru closed down her laptop and put it in her bag as her ferret scampered up to her shoulder. Shouldering her backpack, Hotaru left class and scratched her ferret under the chin as she headed to her car. All she wanted to do was go home and crash for the rest of the day until she had to go on patrol later that night.

As she crossed the quad, Hotaru felt a prickling along the back of her neck that made her think of the Sun for some reason. Like any Solarians survived the Emperor Apollo's demise. They all died after he did if they didn't breed themselves to death with the Gaeans-creating Terrans, Venusians, and so on. Only Saturian blood-her blood had remained pure of that damned bloodline.

Hotaru tightened her grip on her shoulder strap and sped up her pace to her car. The black sports car was parked on the curb, waiting for her to press the unlock button and climb in. The lights flashed and the locks popped once she was close enough. Opening the passenger door, Hotaru deposited her bag on the seat and let her ferret scuttle to the dashboard.

"Careful, Kyu-chan. You don't want to fall." Hotaru lightly reminded her furry friend as it moved fluidly to lay over the curve of the steering wheel. The faint sensation of love and passion shivered up her spine as she closed the door.

"Hotaru!" Oh, she knew that voice. It was Julian Alexander-her Ancient Civilizations Professor. She turned and saw him jogging over to her. He slowed to a stop and gave her a smile. It was meant to be defenseless but his aura said he wanted something.

"Can I help you, Dr. Alexander? I'd like to get home to do my homework so I can get it out of the way." Hotaru tried to keep her impatience and peevishness out of her voice and body language but when dealing with this guy it was hard to do.

"Oh, of course. I was just wondering how many languages you knew." Dr. Alexander had an interest in her multilingual talents ever since she muttered something in ancient Greek under her breath in his class. None of the students had noticed that it was soldier slang from that time period-a version that had been lost to time-but for some reason, it made her professor believe he had the right to bug her about what other things she knew.

"Why does it matter?" She asked, leaning against her car, her arms crossed. "It's not like it interferes with my assignments. I get all my work done and in by the next class. It doesn't really matter."

" 'At least this isn't as bad as Carthage'." He said as she turned to walk around the front of her car. Hotaru stopped and looked at him, arching a brow. "That's what you said in class, isn't it? Is my class really that boring or do you feel like you must comment like a critic that had lived during that time?"

"It's a mix of both actually." Hotaru crossed her arms and tilted her pelvis, not at all pleased that he was still trying to bother her.

"Is that so? Then tell me, where did you learn Ancient Greek slang used by soldiers of that time?" He had his arms crossed as well and a similar tilt to his pelvis that said he was as peeved with this as she was.

"I did a lot of things I'm not proud of and, as you can see, I'm still paying for it all. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to go home and sleep the rest of this really boring day away. I've got class tonight and I don't want to be dead through it." She didn't need to say that her bangle was part of her price. Anyone with a Sailor Crystal knew what it meant and that meant she was avoided and left alone. Apparently the Doc didn't read Lunarian. It would've been easier if he did.

Julian sighed heavily. She was one of his best students and one of his biggest headaches. She made Acheron seem too chatty. "Look, Hotaru. I know I'm only your teacher and not your father-"

"Then leave me the hell alone." Hotaru shot icily at him, taking him by surprise. She got behind the wheel and displaced Kyu-chan before she started the engine. Julian reached for the door and the locks suddenly engaged. He tugged on the handle a couple times to signal to her to unlock the door but she merely threw the gear in reverse, backed out of her spot then put the car in drive and half heartedly peeled out. She was trying to escape him and it only made Julian groan in frustration.

Why did she always do that? She didn't like him but why? He loved her. Her papers were amazingly detailed even if she didn't appear to be paying attention during class. Hell, she even got all of her assignments done over night when they should take about a week or longer. And as far as he knew, she never once stepped foot in the library to do research. All she did when she went in there was to have a quiet place to read.

Julian would just have to wait until tonight to continue their conversation. As he turned to head back to his classroom, Julian felt as if someone was watching him. He looked around and saw a yellow convertible not too far away with the top up and tinted windows, making it impossible for Julian to look inside. For some reason, he just knew that car's driver was after Hotaru. He had to call Ash and see what would happen if the car would be in her future.

Quickly memorizing the license plate, Julian walked fast back to his classroom as he dialed Ash's number. The car peeled out and followed Hotaru's direction down the road, making the half god very uneasy. He could feel it down in his soul.

Something was just not right here.

I do believe 'Taru's getting followed.

Acheron: Quit being a Spaz, Kazuma.

No one asked you, Atlantean.