Disclaimer: We don't own any Sailor Moon characters, but we DO own Kiyoshi Natsume. FACT! We also own Anastacia Poon, Mikayla Hunt, and Trixx.
A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Trixxie, our goddess of smexx. And yes there is a plot!
Chapter 4
Setsuna walked out of the outers' mansion and onto the sunlit porch, where Haruka and Michiru were already seated on the swinging bench. Other chairs were lined up along the porch for the company that would be showing up soon to discuss the recent events of Pluto's diminished powers and the strange attacks that have been reported on the news. The morning air was cool and refreshing, a sensation Setsuna welcomed as the past few days had been full of tension.
"Good morning, Setsa," Michiru said to her weary companion. "How are you feeling?"
"Better. I think I'm getting over the shock now."
"And Hota-chan? How's she doing?"
"She's awake. A little dazed, but awake and she'll be out soon."
"I wonder what got into her. She went out for the count pretty hard there last night," Haruka noted.
Soon they could hear high-pitched bantering and knew the inner senshi weren't far off. Usagi's distinct crybaby voice was paired up with Rei's condescending tone and the rest were vain attempts to get the girls to settle down. In a few minutes, four girls were walking up the pathway to the mansion.
"Good morning ladies!" Haruka greeted them as they all took seats on the porch. "We're missing someone?"
"Mina. I haven't seen her since last night," Rei said.
"Last night? I thought you were busy at the shrine and that's why you couldn't go out with me!" Usagi whined.
"I was busy! Mina only dropped by for a moment."
"Okay, well you know Mina, she gets easily distracted by cute boys. Why do you care, Rei? She knows about the meeting, she'll get here when she gets here." Usagi leaned closer to Rei and whispered, "I'm so hot for you right now."
"Shut the fuck up, Usagi! Not now," Rei hissed back.
Makoto nudged Ami with her elbow and gave her a wink. "I'm telling you, something's going on between Usagi and Rei. Rei's trying too hard to be mean to Usagi lately."
Ami looked down at her hands uneasily. "Nah, Usagi wouldn't cheat on Mamoru."
The outers looked at each other with concerned looks, but continued on.
"So, Ami, were you able to get anything out of that news clip I forwarded you?" Setsuna inquired.
"Yes, well, I did some research on this ISC person. She was involved in a break-in that occurred at NASA not too long ago. Rock samples from each of our planets had been stolen," Ami explained. "And those silver beams of light that came down on ISC was a senshi attack, just as you suspected Setsuna-san."
"Another senshi?" the outers exclaimed simultaneously.
"Well I did mention the rise of a benevolent power last time, didn't I?" Usagi said confidently.
"That you did, Koneko-chan," Haruka said and smiled at the buns-head girl before her attention was caught by a silver car pulling up in the driveway. "Oh, nice car!"
"Who the hell is that?" Setsuna said, standing up from her chair.
The driver, who had short green hair, stepped out of the car and walked over to the other side to let a blonde girl out.
"Mina!" Both Usagi and Rei shouted as they jumped out of their chairs.
"No fucking way!" Setsuna cried in disbelief, her stare aimed directly at the green-haired tomboy. She stormed down the porch steps, walked right past Minako and said, "What the hell are you doing here, Kiyoshi?"
"Well good morning to you, too. I was just giving Minako a ride." Kiyoshi took a moment to survey the stately surroundings. "Some place you got here, Setsuna." Suddenly she was confronted by a starry-eyed girl with two buns on her head and another girl whose eyes seemed to burn with jealousy.
"Excuse me? Who are you?" Usagi asked.
"And how do you know Mina?" Rei immediately interrogated Kiyoshi.
"Relax, Rei," Minako said to the fiery girl. "I was attacked last night, but Kiyo-san saved me."
"Attacked? What happened?"
"I'm not sure really. Someone came out of nowhere and grabbed me, I passed out, and when I woke up I was sitting behind a wall where Kiyo-san found me. She was kind enough to take me home to her place since it was nearby," Minako told them.
"She?" Usagi echoed perplexed.
"You're a she?" Rei directed her question to Kiyoshi.
"Yes, she's a she! For Christ's sake, how many times does this fact have to be thrown at my face?" Setsuna said in pure frustration.
"It's like when we first met Haruka-san, only…" Minako left her sentence unfinished with a little embarrassment, but the blush on her face said it all. Setsuna sent a glare at Kiyoshi, who responded by cocking her eyebrow and shrugging her shoulders.
"Holy shit!" Haruka pushed her way past Setsuna, Usagi, Rei, and Minako and now stood before the new arrival. "You're Kiyoshi Natsume? The Kiyoshi Natsume from that swimsuit edition–"
"Don't even go there!" Kiyoshi cut Haruka off with a deadly look. "Design school was expensive."
"Okay, but –" Haruka began to persist till she was cut off again.
"Look, don't ever bring up that subject again and I'll give you the numbers of all the other models in that issue. Deal?"
Haruka's eyes lit up until she caught a glare from her lover, who was standing to the side with her arms crossed. "Um, no, thank you," she declined, then whispered, "Fuck yes!"
"If you don't mind, Haruka, we're still having our meeting," Michiru said, pulling her lover back up to the porch. Haruka performed a quick charade of writing to Kiyoshi before turning to follow Michiru back to the bench.
"Indeed. Thank you very much for bringing Mina-chan here, but if you'll excuse us, we do have matters to attend to," Setsuna said and began ushering the inners back to the porch.
"Just a moment. May I please use the bathroom? Then I'll be on my way."
Setsuna looked momentarily at Kiyoshi, then said, "Upstairs, first door on the right."
"Thank you, Setsuna." Kiyoshi could feel all eyes on her as she stepped up the porch and entered the mansion. As she removed her shoes, she could hear the conversation outside resuming, but she paid it no attention. Her eyes scanned the interior of the home. From where she stood, she could see the living room and a brightly lit room where a grand piano sat next to an easel with a painting. The staircase was only a few feet in front of her, so quickly she padded up the steps and found the first door on the right. Kiyoshi's hand reached for the doorknob when it turned by itself and the bathroom door opened. Her eyes met a pair of startled violet ones.
"Oh my God, not this dream again," the girl coming out of the bathroom whispered to herself. She shut her eyes and took a deep breath.
Kiyoshi smirked and said, "What dream?"
Hotaru's eyes shot back open and she clutched the towel around her body tighter as she realized she wasn't dreaming. "What are you doing here?"
"I dropped off a friend, and I need to use the bathroom," Kiyoshi said calmly. "What are you doing here?"
"I live here!"
They stared at each other in awkward silence. A minute passed, and then Hotaru's face grew pink and she said, "I can't believe you didn't tell me!"
"Tell you what, that I'm a woman? What difference does it make? You were obviously hung over a woman. And at least I gave you an idea how you can pleasure Meioh-san, which apparently worked since it seems you live here with her."
A mortified look came over Hotaru's face. "Shut up! You don't know anything about our living arrangements!"
Kiyoshi raised an eyebrow at the teenager.
"Stop that… that… eyebrow thing!" Hotaru demanded, her pink cheeks transitioning to a bright red, but it only made Kiyoshi raise her other eyebrow. The teenager quickly moved past Kiyoshi and went down the hall into her room.
Kiyoshi stared after her for a moment, then turned to go into the bathroom when a soft hand landed on her shoulder.
"Is everything alright?" It was the aqua-haired woman. Kiyoshi only had time to nod before she was pushed into the bathroom with lips pressed against hers. The bathroom door was closed behind them and hands began roaming over Kiyoshi's body.
Kiyoshi caught Michiru's hands as they began unbuttoning her shirt and pulled herself out of the kiss. "Um, not that I'm complaining, but won't someone be not too happy about this?"
"That someone should've thought about that before lusting after supermodels." The woman smiled coyly. "Besides, she's not the only one." Michiru captured Kiyoshi's lips again and took Kiyoshi's hands to her breasts. Kiyoshi was much obliged to hold each supple breast in her hands and earned a moan from the aqua-haired woman as she squeezed them. She could feel the nipples growing stiff under her touch through the thin layer of Michiru's top and began rubbing them with her thumbs.
Michiru gasped and clasped her hands behind Kiyoshi's neck as she straddled the tomboy's thigh, slowly rocking her hips up and down. Kiyoshi could feel the warmth between Michiru's legs. She lifted her thigh up, letting Michiru ride out her need for stimulation. Michiru grabbed a hold on Kiyoshi's shoulders as she bent backwards, her hand pulling her wavy hair back from her face. Kiyoshi plunged for Michiru's neck then and used a hand to support Michiru's back while her other hand moved to where her thigh was in contact with damp heat.
"Yes, touch me, please," Michiru begged.
Kiyoshi's fingers stole inside Michiru's panties and were immediately covered with the slick fluids within.
"Oh my God, you're so wet," the tomboy murmured on the side of Michiru's neck.
The next step was a given. Michiru moved her hips forward, overcoming Kiyoshi's fingers with her dripping sex. She closed her eyes and moaned deliciously as she felt Kiyoshi thrust her fingers in and out of her. Soon Michiru was breathlessly crying out the name of her lover, but Kiyoshi didn't mind. In one swift movement, Kiyoshi removed Michiru's underwear, then pressed Michiru up against the wall and held up one of Michiru's legs while her fingers continued their assault. She could feel Michiru's inner walls beginning to contract around her fingers and knew the woman was ready to climax. To affirm this, Michiru buried her face into the crook of Kiyoshi's neck and screamed as warm liquid burst out from the depths of her core. Kiyoshi caught the woman as she stumbled forward in her resolution and held her, waiting till she was able to stand on her own. The pair of blue eyes looked up into her gray ones.
"Maa, Natsume-san, I can see why Setsuna's so flustered over your little… business engagement." Michiru gently pushed herself off Kiyoshi, testing her footing and making sure her legs were sturdy enough. "I'll see you back downstairs in a bit," she said and walked out the bathroom, leaving Kiyoshi to herself.
Kiyoshi closed the bathroom door and leaned against it, taking a moment to recollect herself, then picked up the damp pink lacey panties from the bathroom floor and kept them in her pocket as she proceeded to wash her hands. She splashed her face as well and looked pensively in the mirror. There was a mysterious aura around this house, but it didn't feel evil. In fact, it felt almost familiar. She brushed her green bangs back and stared at her forehead, thoughtfully tracing the absent symbol that was faintly shaped by the drops of water.
Nah, impossible. Anyway I shouldn't waste anymore time. I have an appointment with NASA.
After Kiyoshi finished her business in the bathroom she went back downstairs, put her shoes back on and stepped outside. The conversation on the porch ceased and again, all eyes turned to her and she noticed Hotaru had joined the gathering.
"Excuse me, ladies, I'll be on my way now," said Kiyoshi.
Everyone bid Kiyoshi farewell and watched as she sped off in her car. Once she'd gone, Setsuna spoke up.
"So it's settled. I'm going to go meet this Dr. Poon and find out about this whole new planet recategorizing thing she's heading."
"Right. And meanwhile we should all be very careful. Any of us could be a target for an abduction," Ami warned her comrades. With that said, the meeting of the senshi ended and the inners left the outers' mansion.
As the five girls walked down the street, Makoto snuck an arm protectively around Ami and leaned in to whisper into her ear, "Don't worry, I won't let anyone take you from me."
Ami opened her mouth to reply, but she was interrupted by the outburst coming from the three girls walking ahead of them.
"You ho! You slept with Kiyoshi-san!" Usagi yelled at Minako.
"Why not? I'm legal," Minako shot back at her.
"Is that why you're not wearing any underwear?" Rei said in shock.
"How do you know she's not wearing underwear, Rei?" Usagi turned her anger on the fire senshi, and thus the neverending arguing ensued.
"Dr. Poon?"
Brown eyes glanced up instantly making the young, nervous intern visibly tremble. "…Yes?"
"Er, yours and Dr. Hunt's eleven o'clock is here – Meioh Setsuna."
Anastacia looked over to Mikayla sitting opposite her and cocked an eyebrow. "We had an eleven o'clock?"
Mikayla looked at her watch; it was five to. She shrugged afterwards, "I can't remember, I'm still suffering from fatigue, Ana."
The brunette waved the intern out form her office and turned to her laptop, opening up her internet browser and did a simple 'Google' search, entering the words Meioh Setsuna.
"No more late nights for you then, Mike. Meioh? That name rings a bell… why does it? Ah! Here we are. Setsuna Meioh," Anastacia stifled a laugh and gave a lopsided smirk, "fashion designer. You think she's lost?"
Mikayla furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and shrugged again. "I don't know and I don't care, can we hurry through these? I really am tired."
Ana nodded absent mindedly as she read over the information of Setsuna Meioh. A few moments later she gave a small 'hmm'. Mikayla looked over to Anastacia and as she did Anastacia turned her laptop around, showing Mikayla the web-page she was looking at.
"Look, Mike… Meioh-san, she's close friends with Tenoh-san and Kaioh-san, prodigies in their own field. Look at the picture of Meioh-san and her debut fashion show."
Mikayla looked at the picture before cocking one of her eyebrows – clearly taken by surprise. "Isn't that – "
"Yes. It is."
Anastacia brought the laptop back to herself and stared intently at the picture of a young pretty blonde girl with a large red bow in her hair.
A knocking at the door caused both Ana and Mike to look to the door. Anastacia cleared her throat.
"Come in." Ana looked at Mike before the two plastered a fake grin onto their face.
The door opened noiselessly and in entered Setsuna… and Kiyoshi. Anastacia raised an eyebrow and looked to the two chairs opposite herself and Mikayla.
"Please, take a seat. I didn't realize this was a two person meeting."
Setsuna glared to Kiyoshi before curtly responding, "Neither did I, Dr Poon."
"Oh for Kami's sake, what are you doing here Kiyoshi?"
Gray eyes met crimson.
Kiyoshi grinned cockily before sitting in the chair opposite Setsuna in the hallway. "Pleasure to see you as always, Meioh-san."
Setsuna cocked her eyebrow and clucked her tongue. She leaned forward and whisper spat,"Are you following me?"
Kiyoshi scoffed aloud, "Don't flatter yourself. I have a meeting with Dr. Poon at eleven thirty. And yourself?"
Setsuna ignored the question and sat back in her chair, arms crossed and her left leg over the right, showing an ample amount of thigh that did not go unnoticed by Kiyoshi, who blatantly took the opportunity to look over Setsuna's form. Setsuna, knowing fully what it was Kiyoshi was doing, decided to ignore this and concentrate more on the fact that Kiyoshi was here at an agency hosting the NASA scientists.
"I'm here to see Dr. Poon and Hunt at eleven."
Kiyoshi dragged her eyes up to meet Sesuna's and raised an eyebrow, urging her to go on.
With a sigh, Setsuna did, "It's about Pl – the planets. Yeah, for a new line I've been thinking of." Setsuna flashed a nervous smile and Kiyoshi returned it.
"I'm here for something similar. Why don't we go in together, Setsuna-san?"
Setsuna shook her head, whilst laughing disparagingly. "Uh, I don't think so, Kiyoshi-san." Setsuna looked away and saw that Kiyoshi was still staring at her. A few seconds later, a young intern approached them. He spoke shakily as he looked at Setsuna and Kiyoshi, somewhat taken back by their beauty.
"Er… Dr. Poon will see you now. Third door on the left."
Setsuna stood, only to be followed by Kiyoshi. She turned to the photographer, shaking her head. "No… no way."
Kiyoshi sighed and followed Setsuna again as she spoke. "Oh come on, Setsuna! Look, it'll save time for both of us. What if we want to know the same things? I don't really have time for this, I just want to be quick."
With a sardonic smile, Setsuna approached the door that apparently had Dr. Poon and Hunt inside of it, then turned to Kiyoshi, grinning derisively, "Oh Kiyoshi-san, I know full well how you like things to be over quickly." Setsuna turned back to the door, a victorious grin on her features. She knocked on the door and Kiyoshi leaned forward, her warmth tickling the delicate hairs on the back of her neck.
"And you loved it."
"Oh, well, it's no problem, Meioh-san. Please, take a seat… and, er…"
Kiyoshi grinned and stepped forward, "Kiyoshi Natsume."
Anastacia stayed in her seat and leaned back. Mikayala stood and bowed respectfully, earning a bow and a small smile from both green-haired women. Anastacia stayed still, clearly not bothered she has been so ignorant of their culture. She sat up as Mikayla, Setsuna and Kiyoshi all sat in their respective seats.
"So, how can I help you two ladies, today?"
Setsuna smiled politely and inclined her head. "Well, I am here in regards to the recategorizing of Pluto and," Setsuna glanced to her left, "Eris."
Anastacia's eyes widened slightly before she forced them to narrow. The ferocity with which Setsuna had said the name of the two planets – notably moreso Pluto – seemed to give off an ethereal aura that took the doctor by surprise. Instead, Poon took a moment to take a deep breath and close her eyes.
"Now… why would Setsuna Chikako Meioh, Korean-born, Japanese-bred designer of her own fashion line 'Underworld,' need information on the reclassification of a planet? An interest in astrology perhaps, Meioh-san?" Setsuna's back stiffened notably at Poon's lilting tone. Kiyoshi took note of this and braced herself for the other green haired woman's rebuttal.
"Well, Anastacia Anita Poon, one could ask why a Russian-born, British-bred defect to the American NASA program would need to reclassify Pluto after its long standing as a planet?"
The brunette scientist's jaw clenched and Mike took note at the tension in the room. She leaned over to her colleague and whispered into her ear, "Calm yourself, Ana."
Closing her eyes, the doctor forced a grin once more and looked up to Setsuna. "I see I'm not the only one who can use Google, Meioh-san. Please excuse me, I meant no offence, I'm just a curious mind by nature."
Sensing a possible stand-off between the doctor and Setsuna, Kiyoshi cleared her throat. "Dr Poon, we're just here for some research for our work in fashion – you know how celebrities are obsessed with fads like horoscopes. Well, we wanted to do an astrology based line and now with Pluto is gone, that's left us one line short."
Anastacia looked over to Kiyoshi and barely stifled a yawn, "Sorry, you're a fashion designer?"
Kiyoshi kept a straight face as she saw the incredulous expression on Dr Poon's face. "No, I'm a fashion photographer."
Mike instantly came to attention, her eyes ablaze with an intensity that Kiyoshi had not seen seethe from someone in years. Ana looked to her cohort and saw the look before giving her a moment and letting a few things sink in. Then as if to break the tension in the room, she clapped her hands together and giggled.
"Ah yes, Natsume-san, sorry I know of your er…work. Great stuff. I hope you'll be taking racy pictures of your future models." Poon winked at Kiyoshi and Hunt went bright red in the face.
"Poon! Don't!"
Ana seemingly ignored her co-worker and looked back to Setsuna, who was still sitting rigidly in her seat. "So… what do you wish to know, Meioh-san?"
Setsuna exhaled slowly before talking at an alarmingly low level. "I have already told you, Poon-san. I wish to know about the reclassifying of Pluto and Eris. Why reclassify them now?" Anastacia looked over to Mike and gave a bemused smirk.
"They were simply lacking Meioh-san."
It had been twenty minutes since the meeting with Poon and Hunt and both Setsuna and Kiyoshi were standing bewildered out in the parking lot of the building they had just visited. Kiyoshi shook her head as they walked along muttering to herself, as was Setsuna.
"Jesus, is there any women you don't want to sleep with?"
Kiyoshi didn't even hear the sentence uttered – she was still in her own world. "It just doesn't make sense…"
Setsuna turned her head to the almost inaudible muttering. "What was that Kiyoshi-san?"
Kiyoshi snapped her head up and grinned towards Setsuna, some insincerity lingering. The photographer waved her hand nonchalantly. "Just saying, not that I'm not happy, but why suddenly reclassify Eris and Pluto?"
Setsuna cocked an eyebrow, "Why would you be happy about Eris?"
Kiyoshi stopped walking and smirked. "Why are you so sad about Pluto?"
"That was intense, Mike. Thanks for coming when you did, Trixx."
Anastacia sent a wink to the way of the blonde model who had joined them in their journey from the temporary office to a large and seemingly unoccupied warehouse that was hidden in the seedy depths of the downtown docks.
Trixx gave an angelic smile to Anastacia before turning to her partner. "And Mike, don't worry, it's strictly," Trixx sighed and her eyes clouded over with a hungry expression, "professional."
Anastacia kept quiet as Trixx began to comfort her lover – who was pouting like a petulant child. "Mike, come on, this is for the greater good… you can afford to get jealous."
Mike turned around and shrieked indignantly, "I am not jealous!"
Anastacia and Trixx glanced at each other before sharing an expression that included a smirk and a heavily cocked eyebrow.
"So, you see Meioh-san, Natsume-san, that is why they were reclassified. They lacked in the necessary departments; Pluto's orbit crosses with Neptune's and its day is longer than its year. It's been on the cards for years, but myself and Dr. Hunt felt it was essential that Pluto be reclassified, and with it of course we had to take into consideration that Eris's properties as a planet were greater."
Silence filled the room. Anastacia looked at Setsuna and saw her eye seemed to be brimming with tears and Kiyoshi drew her attention to the floor, gazing intensely, her brow furrowed as she thought deeply. Setsuna cleared her throat and shook her head.
"I-I don't understand though… why?"
Anastacia shrugged derisively. "It was Pluto's time."
Before anymore could be said, a knock at the door interrupted them all. It opened slowly and in entered the blonde vixen Trixx. Anastacia instantly brightened.
"Trixx, we're in a meeting at the moment, give us a few?"
Trixx nodded and went to make her way out, but she caught a pair of familiar gray eyes and smirked.
Kiyoshi stood, and bowed. "Trixx-san, It's a pleasure to see you again."
Trixx licked her lips and spoke breathlessly,"And it's a pleasure to see you. I held on to that thought."
Kiyoshi scrunched her nose in confusion before realization dawned on her. Oh… those pouty lips. "Good to hear."
Mike stood up, clearing her throat and approaching her lover. "Trixx…love?"
Trixx brough her attention to Mike and blushed heavily. "Sorry, hun… I, er, I'll go and wait outside."
Setsuna stood from her seat and shook her head, "No, it's okay, Trixx-san. You stay; we should go. We'll see you at 'Underworld.' Pleasure to finally meet you, but formalities should be for the office, not a meeting here. Ja ne."
Setsuna left, abruptly followed by Kiyoshi. Mike turned to her lover but not before glaring to the brunette who was still sat in her chair.
"You're so damn lazy, Ana."
The scientist shrugged, her mind somewhere else. "You felt it right? Their auras? That was not normal." Anastacia stood up and opened a drawer in her desk, taking out a bunch of keys and stuffing them in her pocket. "I'm going to go check on our antis. Coming with?" Mike instantly adopted a more serious expression and nodded, then Anastacia turned to Trixx and grinned perversely.
"Trixx, bring your fine ass too."
"Sure you're not Mike."
Anastacia opened up the door to the industrial unit and began walking into it. Determinedly she made her way to the back of the warehouse before stopping and taking a small remote control from her pocket and pressing the one button on it.
Seconds later, a portion of the floor began lifting, stopping as it reached ten feet above floor level. Trixx, Mike and Ana stood in the elevator and the young brunette pressed the remote again, sending the trio down below the ground.
The elevator clanged painfully loudly as it made contact with the cold stone floor. Without a word Anastacia led the way down a dark, dank corridor. At the end of the corridor a dimming light appeared and the three made their way towards it.
Still in silence, Anastacia beamed as she entered the room that had the light. In the room were ten large cylinders filled with an unknown gloopy yet liquid substance. There were five cylinders to the right and five to the left. Tthey ran vertically from the ceiling to the floor and were about five feet wide each. In the middle of it all was a large computer board with readings on each of the ten cylinders.
Trixx and Mike stood behind Anastacia as she approached the cylinder on the left closest to the computer. She beamed widely and looked down to the tag on the base of the cyclinder.
"Venus," she read aloud. Anastacia moved her head to her left but kept her eyes on the form of the only inhabitant of the cylinder in front of her. "ISC, is she ready?"
Mike walked over to her friend and nodded as she stood beside her. She pressed a green button on the base of the cylinder and instantly the substance from within the cylinder drained. Anastacia gulped nervously and her eyes took over the same expression a small child would have on Christmas morning.
The door to the cylinder opened outwards as soon as the liquid had emptied, leaving only small glistening rocks at the base of the cylinder's grate. Anastacia took a step forward and caught the young girl that emerged from the cylinder.
Long, flowing blonde hair and blue eyes and a supple female form. Trixx took her coat off and carried it over to the young girl and wrapped it over her shoulder. Anastacia held the girl at a half-arms length and smiled gently, running a finger over the girl's cheek before brushing back a stray lock of blonde hair.
"Venus?" The brunette's voice turned uncharacteristically soft as she gently shook the young blonde by her shoulders. "Wake up, Venus."
The blonde stirred gently, groaning painfully and grabbing her head. "Where am I?"
Mike chuckled as Anastacia was breathless, taking in the very sight of the blonde before her. "You're in Tokyo. We can't tell you where exactly, but I must say Venus, you are quite the vision."
Venus instantly snapped awake and took a step back, her eyes wide.
"V-Venus?" She grabbed a lock of her blonde hair and brought it to her line of sight. The young blonde stepped back before screaming momentarily and losing consciousness.
Anastacia looked bewildered and looked at her cohort. She was about to speak when her attention was taken by the glowing rocks still visible in the cylinder. Anastacia instantly saw nothing but red – literally.
Small, red, glowing rocks. She turned to Mike and grabbed her collar roughly and threw her up against the other empty cylinder. Mike began spluttering incoherently and Anastacia began shaking Mike viciously.
"You IDIOT! You goddamned idiot! You mixed Mars' rocks with Venus! You've made a damned hybrid!"