Sailor Moon is owned by Naoko Takeuchi, TOEI Animation, and VIZMedia so tell me it's okaaaay to be happy now 'cause I'm happy now! Tell me it's okaaay, tell me it's okay-ee-ay! Tell me it's o-kay, tell me it's okay-ee-ay!

Notes:

Fun Fact/Confession: Four King Hell is a really good SM doujinshi. Y'all should go read it.

So, I didn't know that Akira Chiba is actually the president of Pokémon USA, inc. Whoops.

Jose hits the ground, but instead of running like he should, he rolls. Somewhere along the way, he hits another person, and she squeals, but breaks his fall.

"Ouch…" she whines, and Jose looks to see who the victim was.

"I'm so sorry!" he says. The girl is probably a couple years younger than him, with hot-pink pigtails and four, triangular, odango buns. She looks up from underneath her eyelashes, and her striking sapphire eyes tie it all together.

"Koko, I—" he starts, but can't finish. Instead, "What are you doing here?!"

She smiles. "I just wanted to say hello."

Jadeite falls onto the couch in the apartment they're staying in and sighs. Then, he blinks with realization. "Huh. Hasn't it been a while since we've seen Endymion?" he wonders.

"I suppose it has been," Kunzite agrees from his place in the chair, and turns the page in his book. "What of it?"

Jadeite sits up. "Well, aren't you worried?"

"If anything were to have happened, we'd have been notified, right?"

The front door opens and closes. "I'm back," Nephrite says, and walks in. "What's up?"

"We haven't seen Endymion in at least a month," Jadeite explains, "and Kunz isn't worried."

"Well, yeah," Nephrite says. "Wouldn't he call us if he needed help? Stop being such a worry-wart, Jed."

Jadeite rolls his eyes. "Where's Zoi?"

Nephrite snorts. "Probably out being the fag he is."

"Shut up, Neph."

Zoisite reaches the docks, and is taken aback by the awful vibes he's getting from the center of the lake. He can tell that they're deep, but they're so powerful that they reach him. "What the hell?" he says.

"Indeed," the wind whispers, beckoning him. The city behind him is eerily quiet, and he doesn't trust it. Before things get weirder, he leaves the lake to tell the other Generals what happened.

Sorry this is lame, but I can't write anymore. As some may or may not have noticed, the rest of my stories are on hiatus. I won't put this one on; I couldn't do that. But I'm going through a really tough time right now, so I'd appreciate it if you all gave me your good graces and found it in your hearts to forgive me, maybe send some good vibes my way. I don't know. Honestly, I like feeling sorry for myself. I'm a pretty bad person. Sorry guys. It'll probably be a while, but I won't give up, I promise :) I'm brainstorming as we speak! :9