And She Was Good

Chapter 2: How Little You Know

Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or Gundam Wing


[L2 Colony Cluster: Colony VN2744, a subsidiary of Colony V08744]

For fun they called it Science Island, a name that Ami Mizuno detested. The VN2744 subsidiary was more like an expanded port than an actual colony. For starters it held, at any given point, no more than approximately 3,000 scientists and housed no occupants. It had been finished in the year A.C. 199 and served as an Outer Space auxiliary for CERN.

It had been much to her mother's endearing surprise that Ami had been born a genius. Not in the relative term, but in actuality. At age 12 Ami had passed every college entry exam required and been had admitted into the top Earth Sphere Unified Nation universities. Ami's mother had taken her out of University at age 14 when OZ was at its peak for fear that her acuity would be sought after and dragged into the Mobile Suit wars.

After hiding out in Zurich for a little over a year, she returned to school at age 16 in A.C. 197. Within the year, at age 17, she'd graduated and been hired as an assistant at the Franco-Swiss CERN compound. When the auxiliary had been completed in A.C. 199, Ami had been one of the first scientists, at the extremely young age of 19, to be released from her assistantship and transferred to VN2744.

It was now year A.C. 203 and Ami had been working at the subsidiary for almost four years. She hated the name Science Island because of the pretentious notion that it lumped all of their specialties and gifts into one egregious term: Science. But that was just Ami's finicky nature growing in light of the seriousness of her job.

"The shuttle to L2, Colony V08744 is now boarding," a mechanical woman's voice announced over the PA system. Ami sighed and stood, picking up her bag and readjusting her white coat.

They looked like lab rats, the lot of them. The port swarmed with nerdy looking professionals all decked in white jackets—protocol for the establishment—as they bounded towards their destinations like rats finding the end of a maze. The majority of them lived on V08744, which was lucky seeing as how the commute was relatively short, but a few fools lived on other colonies.

Ami stuffed her hands in her pockets and rocked on her heels, waiting for the long line to file onto the shuttle. To pass the time she absent-mindedly pinned her eyes to the large television screen that hovered before the boarding gate.

Chewing the inside of her cheek she stared blankly at the images on the screen while her mind wandered. At first the images appeared to be blurry, globular shapes as Ami contemplated her dinner options. She could make a quick risotto or mix up a pesto…she was pretty sure she had enough leftover lettuce to make a decent salad. Settling on the pasta, Ami let her eyes focus on the dramatic story that the anchorwoman was spewing. The tagline flew by beneath the screen in a blur of words that Ami didn't bother to catch. When the shuttle line began to move forward she took her eyes from the screen and shuffled along with her peers as they made their way onto the deck.

Ami ran a hand through her blue hair and rolled her neck, cracking the kinks. She couldn't wait to get home and lie down. The day had been exhausting, but at least she'd made a break through on—

Ami's hand froze midway through her hair again. Out of her periphery she could have sworn she saw…she looked back up to the screen, finally reading the tagline that rocketed by. Her eyes widened slowly as she stared straight ahead, the image on the television above her finally fully filtering in. The story had been changed to a split screen, one side showing a rapidly talking woman and the other was a long shot of a building.

Ami's breath caught in her throat as her heart began to beat painfully in her chest. It struck her ribcage so forcefully that Ami felt as though she was going to be sick. The image of the building took full precedence of the screen and a dreadful excitement strummed through her. The video that played on a loop was of a giant flaming crescent moon, raging on the side of the Preventer's office.

Ami had never been a huge proponent of violence but she couldn't help the growing smile that stole her lips. She wasn't happy about what she was seeing (because she knew what it meant) but she was taken by an overwhelming sense of relief.

I can't believe it… she thought, tearing her excited eyes from the screen and to the port official. Finally. Quickly she reached into her purse and nabbed her card.

"Um," she started, holding it out to the official. "I'd also like to buy a ticket to Sanc Kingdom for tomorrow from here please? I'll be leaving after work."

The official took her card curiously but nodded nonetheless and swiped it through the small machine. She clacked away gently, setting up Ami's rare shuttle as said girl took back her card in sweaty palms.

"My mother is sick," she tried to explain, "I'm not sure how much longer she'll have."

The official's look softened and she apologized swiftly, but Ami didn't know if it had been for assuming her purchase suspicious or for her ailing mother.

The shuttle ride was short but to Ami it felt like ages. Her mind raced as it quickly formulated and tweaked the plan that she'd set up years and years ago. A sudden flourish of anger swelled in her chest as she thought about her current predicament and what had borne the situation she found herself in.

Her talented mind settled on her plan of action but she was petrified her jitters would cloud her precision. As Ami got off the shuttle and exited the port, she kept her eyes peeled for his flashy and sleek car.

Ami had been dating Momoi Arisawa for three years. He knew that she worked for the CERN auxiliary and she knew that he was an investment banker. Beyond that, neither necessarily had a clear understanding of what the other actually did but were private enough people in their own right that it did not bother either of them. The relationship had progressed to where Ami had moved into his apartment almost a year ago.

When her eyes landed on the recently waxed, glistening vehicle that screamed money, she skipped towards it in glee. Ami pulled open the door, almost sad she had to leave her fingerprints on its pristine gloss, and slid onto the clean leather.

"You look happy," the man in the driver's seat said, smirking. "Have some breakthrough at work?"

Ami leaned over and graciously accepted the kiss he offered before beaming brightly. "Yup!" she said joyously, folding her hands in her lap. She hoped he didn't notice that they were shaking. "I finally calibrated the—"

"Sweetie, sweetie," he chastised absentmindedly, looking over his shoulder to make sure no cars were coming. He pulled out of the spot and they began driving along the road. "You know I don't understand that mumbo jumbo."

Ami shrugged her shoulders, not taking the smile from her lips. "Yeah, ok," she relented.

He raised an eyebrow in her direction. "Giving up that easily, are we?" he joked. "No, 'Momoi, you should be interested in what I'm interested in even though only 2,999 other people in the universe know what the hell I'm talking about' spiel?"

Ami smiled radiantly. "Nope."

"Well, damn!" he exclaimed, taking her hand and kissing it as he followed traffic. "I hope you have a breakthrough like this every day!"

Ami laughed softly and pulled her hand gently from his grip. He shifted the sports vehicle as traffic moved faster and turned to quickly glance at her. His smile was loving as he sweetly rubbed her head. "You're beautiful when you're happy, Ami."

A small blush filled her cheeks as she looked down to her feet embarrassedly. It was funny to her, how he could embody two sides of the same coin. One side was the sweetest, most loving and jocular man she could dream of…but the other was an uncanny and disastrous evil.

She forced herself to remember the latter, and only the latter.

They reached their apartment soon after and Ami shrugged out of her jacket, hanging it on a hook by the door. They lived lavishly, seeing as how he was drowning in money. He never told her precisely where he got it, just claimed some extravagant inheritance, but his secretive work hinted that he had a shady penchant for his superfluous gain.

"Are you hungry?" he asked, walking into the kitchen and opening up the fridge. "I had Minerva run to the market and grab a fillet this morning, I could whip it up for your calibration-breakthrough-whatever," he mumbled, rummaging around.

Ami threw her bag onto their expensive couch. "Sure," she responded with a devilish smirk, looking over her shoulder and making eye contact with him. "But I'm going to take a shower first."

The shocked look that briefly hung ungracefully on his face sobered quickly as Ami padded into their bedroom. She started the water of their ensuite bathroom, removed her clothing, grabbed something from her closet, and stepped into the water. The shower was spacious and swanky, a large, golden showerhead spouting even rivulets of steaming water. In the left corner a flat television module had been mounted on the wall, an instrument they both liked to use in the morning for the daily news.

Soon the smell of cooking steak infiltrated her nostrils as the bathroom door opened and closed. His naked silhouette became clear when he opened the shower door and stepped into the wide-open space. Momoi's fingers grabbed the remote and turned on the TV.

First he greedily took in the back of Ami's naked form, rubbing a hand from her shoulder to her hip. She had yet to fully succumb to the warm water but her body had been thoroughly soaked. As he wrapped his arm around her waist and pressed a flat, protective palm to her stomach, he watched the story pan out on the large screen.

He tsked. "Kids are crazy these days," Momoi muttered in reference to the giant flaming crescent moon. "You think they'd do a skull or something, the weirdos."

He felt the muscles in her back move as she shrugged. "Maybe it's a symbol for something," she said lightly as he kissed the side of her neck, keeping his eyes trained to the screen

The water warmed his skin as the mist built within the bathroom. "A symbol for what?" he questioned sourly, not in the least willing to give reason to childish pranks.

Ami looked over her shoulder and smirked at him, a small one that he returned. "For this," she said.

Ami's right foot pushed the drain head to the side as her left foot hit the back of his knees. He grunted and fell quickly as she promptly spun around him and kicked down his head. It landed on the tile with a sickening smack as she straddled his back.

Momoi groaned. "A-Ami?" he mumbled hazily, a thin river of red swirling towards the open drain. "What the fuck?" he growled angrily, his muscles bulging as he swiftly tried to push himself up. Ami used her strength and his weakened unsuspecting daze to shove him back down.

She didn't answer his infuriated questions as she grabbed his arms and slid his body toward the small, open hole. He attempted to rise again but this attempt had been even more pitiful than the first. A small river of blood made its way from his temple to swirl around the open drain. Ami placed her hand to his head and pressed it securely to the hole.

In her hand was a gun, the item she'd nabbed from her closet, and she pressed its barrel to the back of his head. His eyes widened at the pressure.

"Please," he uttered weakly and hastily, hoping to prey on the few tears he saw roll down her cheeks. "Think about what you're doing, what is wrong with you?!"

Ami felt her lip wobble and in a brief moment of vulnerability wanted to turn the gun on her own chest. She promised herself when she'd taken on the mission that she wouldn't let her feelings get the best of her…especially in conjunction with a monster like him. But he'd shown her that at the pit of every monster was a human, flawed through and through, wanting compensation for the same shortcomings that every soul felt it deserved.

But he wanted his compensation at the price of so much more than any soul justified.

Finally she found her voice as she saw the mottled fury take over his confused and woozy face. "This is for the murder of Mamoru Chiba," she growled and his eyes bulged in astonishment.

"You know…about Operation Argent?" Before he'd started dating her, Momoi had made sure to do a thorough background check on the blue haired genius. When not a single red flag had been raised he'd felt comfortable taking their relationship to the next level. What had he missed?

Ami leaned down to whisper in his ear. "I am Operation Argent," she revealed as his hands gripped futilely at the tile. He tried to pull him body away from her but Ami held him tightly to the ground. "I know all about the Cobra Initiative and what you horrible people stand for."

He howled in rage, moving to strike her and two shots were fired through the silencer. A dull double thwap echoed only in her ears as the bullets went through his head and down the drain. His body flopped to the floor lifelessly.

Ami immediately dropped the gun, chest heaving up and down in excitement and rage and sorrow. His angered dead eyes stared out coldly at nothing, mouth hanging agape in frozen shock. Over and over she repressed the memory of his good side, over and over she forced herself to remember what he had done, how he'd been so integral in her dearly departed friend's demise, and how he continued to put the world in jeopardy.

Her breathing slowed and Ami's eyes held firm resolution. Standing from his body she reached out an alarmingly steady hand and grabbed a bar of soap. To ease her mind she rhythmically washed herself of his blood and gore, repeatedly saying the same thing over and over in her head.

I have to get out before the steak burns.


[Milan, Italy: Earth Sphere Unified Nation]

She was decked out in a red confection that looked more like an apple than she'd like to admit but it hugged and billowed in just the right places to make it look couture.

"On deck!" a girl dressed all in black with a microphone plastered to her head yelled down the line of women. She peeked out behind the curtain and Minako could seer her nodding a mental countdown before she approached the blonde.

The woman pressed a hand to Minako's back and gave two firm nods before applying a quick jolt of pressure to her spine. "Go!" she whispered quickly and Minako rounded the curtain, striking a pose.

Seconds later she was strutting down the catwalk with her carefully crafted saunter, adding enough sway and attitude to complement the outfit. Row after row of eyes followed her dainty form as she reached the end of the runway and struck another pose. Minako lived for these moments, when the photographers let their flashes riddle her with light and all eyes remained markedly glued to her body.

She let her shoulders lead her body as she gave a sassy half shimmy and spun on her heel, returning the same way she came. She passed a friend in a blue get-up similar to her own that Minako had noted looked remarkably like a blueberry. The fruit cocktail of couture, she'd called it, but designers and boutiques ate it up. Literally, Minako giggled in her head.

The show had gone smoothly, as it usually did, and before the end of the night Nadia was asking her to share a cigarette.

"On the way back to the loft," Minako had agreed distractedly, gathering her belongings. When they cleared the building she reached out a hand and Nadia placed a slim cigarette in her fingers. There was something fashionable about cigarettes these days. She'd briefly moved over to the electronic and healthier version but a classic je ne sais quoi emanated from the antiquated version.

"Do you want to come to Alessandro's?" Nadia asked as they gracefully skated the cobblestone streets. Two men on a Vespa shouted "Ciao ragazze!" before slowing purposefully. When Nadia flipped them off they scooted down the street with jeers.

Minako rolled her eyes at how painfully predictable men in Milan were. She shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know," she said, scrunching her nose. She inhaled some of her cigarette and teetered for a moment in her heels as they navigated the sidewalk. "I heard from Katarina that he just copped premium blow and I'm not really in the mood for that tonight."

"Minaaa," Nadia complained, stepping onto a busier street. She wove her arm through the blonde's and blew her smoke away from their faces. "You never do fun things with us anymore," she pouted, and Minako had to admit, it was a beautiful pout. "Remember Barcelona?" She grinned, wiggling her eyebrows.

No, Minako did not remember Barcelona. "Ugh," she scoffed, pulling herself closer to her friend, "don't remind me."

"There was a lot of nudity that night…" Nadia drifted off with a far away smirk.

Minako laughed and took a drag from her cigarette. "I said don't remind me!" she chastised.

"You were the life of the party," Nadia said, struggling through her Russian accent. "That's how I know you were made for…the happy powder."

Minako couldn't help herself as she braced against a restaurant façade and burst into laughter. Nadia followed suit and the two were a pair of picturesque gigglers, so beautiful and posed it looked as if they were poised for a photo shoot. They chose to ignore the multitude of gentlemanly eyes that immediately plastered to them.

"I really just can't tonight," she admitted, trying to worm her way out of the situation. She glanced to the TV outside of the restaurant as Nadia took her hand and began to pull her farther along the sidewalk. Minako grabbed her hand and held it tight, freezing the girl's progression.

Nadia looked confused. "Why not?" she huffed impatiently, looking to Minako's face. It held a distinctive worry and awe that caused the leggy brunette to follow her friend's widened eyes to the TV screen. The image displayed was of a giant flaming crescent moon, blazing on the façade of the Preventers office. "What is it?" Nadia asked.

"N…nothing…" Minako drifted off, not able to take her stupefied eyes from the screen. Slowly Nadia was able to goad her away as the blonde shook her head and pasted a big and bright smile to her lips. She kept her arm wound tightly through Nadia's and pulled her close excitedly with a baby squeal.

"You are so strange," Nadia muttered, taking a drag.

"Yes but you love me," Minako bantered, a slight skip to her step.

Nadia raised an eyebrow at her peculiar behavior. "What has gotten into you?" she asked.

"Ok," Minako gushed, "I didn't want to say anything but I'm meeting up with Masarahi tonight."

Nadia gaped. "The hot business man?" she asked, immediately jealous. She gave a relenting sigh. "Brigitte and I each owe you 100 Euro by the way, you did snag the richest man."

Minako flipped her hair over her shoulder with a pompous smirk. "I told you, my charm is undeniable."

Nadia rolled her eyes. "Yeah, well, I hate to boost your ego but you won the bet fair and square."

Minako didn't want to relinquish that there'd been nothing fair and square about it. Masarahi had been nothing short of a long term target—she knew far before they'd made the bet that no other man in Milan could top his gross income. She didn't necessarily have plans with him yet but with one flirty text the man was nearly begging for her company. The conversation had gone something like:

Hi…remember two weeks ago? ;)

I'll pick you up at 20:00.

When they got to the loft Minako stripped out of her leather and legging combination and slipped on an all black outfit consisting of a tight, short sleeved crop top, a classic length envelope skirt that covered her midriff, and a pair of black and gold Manolo Blahnik healed boots. She kept her hair down and parted it in the middle, having been rid of her bow and her bangs long ago. She wound a chunky gold necklace around her neck as she used her hip to open her bedroom door.

"Mon dame sexy!" Brigitte said appreciatively before turning back to the salad and magazine in front her, delving into what little lettuce she dared to consume. "I hear you are going out with Masarahi tonight," she gushed, wiping a spot of dressing from her lip.

Minako smirked and opened her clutch, rifling through and making sure that all of her necessary items were accounted for. "Oui, oui mon amis," she joked with a wink, taking out her cell phone in perfectly manicured nails.

"Merde," Brigitte cursed, eyeing the ceiling with a wistful look. "You are tres lucky, Mina," she envied, reaching towards her wallet and pulling 100 Euros from its depths. Minako reached out for the colorful notes but Brigitte pulled them back like bait with a saucy look. "Use it wisely," she said dramatically.

Minako rolled her eyes and snatched the money with a grin. She took a look at her roommate's attire and placed a hand on her hip. "Are you not going to Alessandro's tonight?" she asked, knowing all the while that Brigitte was not his biggest fan.

The brunette model gave her a knowing look that obviously read of her distaste and Minako laughed. "I cannot stand that creeper."

"Creeper yes," Nadia said, popping out from the bathroom in a plume of steam. "But he is still very qualified in bed."

Minako and Brigitte gagged at each other, making retched noises that caused Nadia to laugh all the way to her bedroom. Minako's phone began to vibrate. "I'll take that as my cue to leave," the blonde chuckled, blowing a kiss to Brigitte. "See you tomorrow," she bid farewell.

Brigitte, who'd just taken a bite of her salad, made a friendly kissy gesture with her lips and continued chewing before saying, "Yes, if you're not in Madrid by then!"

He picked her up in a white Aston Martin and took her to a posh restaurant. Luckily he was type to wine and dine because Minako's mind was reeling with too much excitement. She didn't want her glee to get the best of her nerves.

Needless to say she was happy with his lewd suggestion that they 'get out of there' and head back to his apartment. They burst through his door in a flurry of furious kisses as they stumbled towards his kitchen.

Masarahi shoved Minako harshly against his polished granite and took to devouring her neck.

"Fly to Budapest with me tomorrow," he whispered breathily, drunk on her creamy flesh. "I have two weeks off from work."

Minako dug her fingers into his hair and turned her head, exposing more of the delicate area to his hungry lips. With a grin she murmured back, "absolutely…" before bringing his lips back to hers.

Masarahi pulled away with a beautifully arrogant smirk and whipped off his shirt. Minako couldn't deny that he had reasons to be arrogant but she refrained herself from rolling her eyes. Disgustingly wealthy men were really a breed of their own. He grabbed her hips and Minako squealed as his strong arms lifted her onto the counter and pulled at the bottom of her crop top.

The item came off and he tossed it into the distance, grabbing her exposed flesh and kissing the swells of her breasts. Minako grabbed his head and pulled it away from her body. He looked up with innocently confused lustful eyes.

"Turn around," she whispered sensually, curling a lock of hair from the nape of his neck around her finger. He didn't oblige and she pulled on the lock, forcing his head back with a rough tug. Her lips hovered millimeters above his as she growled, "Turn. Around."

He gave her a slow broad grin and complied, his shoulders fitting into the gap of her legs. Minako scooted forward until she was flush against his back and ran her hands down his chest. She nipped playfully at his ear and moved to gently bite at his neck.

"I want to play a game," she whispered softly and he shivered, the hairs on his arms standing on end. The cold schwing! of metal caused his half lidded desirous eyes to widen as she pressed the sharp edge of one of his largest kitchen knives to his neck.

His breath quickened not in fear but in excitement. "I had no idea you were this kinky," he said lowly as he watched her hand slowly snake to the waist of his pants. His breath became erratic when her slender fingers dove past the expensive fabric.

"There's a lot you don't know about me," she said, bringing her lips around to kiss his. He responded with fervor, wrapping an arm around her neck and bringing her face closer to his. He broke away for a sharp intake at her hand's gentle touch.

"Like where I'm from…" she continued, kissing the back of his neck. She pressed the knife tighter to his throat and he swallowed, not sure whether he was in pleasure from her hand or in pain from the knife. "Or who my allies are…" she nipped at his neck, "or how I know that you helped kill Mamoru Chiba."

For all of his muscle and all of his keenness, Masarahi did not have enough strength or mind to evade the deadly slice of the knife that tore open his throat.


Next chapter will be Rei and Makoto! Hope you all liked, read and review!

Yami Nocturna: Ooooh you betcha! Things will start to make sense as to why maybe not next chapter but definitely the one after that. You definitely hit the nail on the head. Thank you so much for your review, I really appreciate it!