Heh, been following the chapters quite religiously, and am quite glad that
you've been sending out chapters like this again. ^_^ I did want to point
out though, in previous chapters if you wanted to make them bigger, you
should have just broken them into a couple of pieces and sent them to the
ffml. It's truly a pleasure to read your works, and it's a shame if you
felt a need to limit yourself because of that.
Honestly there isn't much I can comment on except the occassional whiticism,
cause quite frankly this is about as perfect as it gets as far as characters
and situations go. And since your spelling and grammer is, by and large,
far better than mine, I really have a lack of corrections here. Still, I
hope what I am doing here helps.
Anyway...
OBLIGATORY LEGAL DISCLAIMER : Some of these guys aren't mine. The
Sailor Senshi belong to DIC and Kodansha, while the Yoroiden are owned
by Sunrise and Graz Entertainment. Okay? So don't bother suing me. I'm
a student.
Most of us are really poor. Heh.
RONIN SUMMER : DARK CRUSADE
A Sailor Moon / Yoroiden Samurai Troopers cross-over
by Morgan Hudson (dataraven_659@excite.com)
Chapter Five :
Yamanouchi Naotoki was cold and tired. The two tended to happen
in unison, a fact he chalked up to the unknown scaly father whose cold
blood still ran through his veins. He blinked, and his eyes did not
You know, this could be a bad thing if he winds up either kissing or in some
more...intimate position with a warm blooded female like Nasuti. I mean, I
could think of all sorts of really funny things that could happen if he
doesn't umm...warm himself up first. ^^
quite open as wide as they had been when he started. In the background,
he could dimly hear a radio humming platitudes to itself as two voices
discussed the weather like old men sitting on a porch. Occasionally,
their discussion was interrupted by some highly annoying person trying
to convince him that his life was incomplete without something called
a "Nintendo". More often, their discussion was interrupted by the
swearing of Nasuti Yagyu.
As long as it's not Pokemon. Dear God, don't let him be addicted to
Pokemon! That poor boy is far too cool to be addicted to Pokemon. Heh.
"Oh," she groaned, "come ON! Start, you useless piece of-" With
Go ahead. Say it's shit. We won't hold it against you girl. ^_^
an exasperated sigh, the woman slammed her head against the steering
wheel and proceeded to curse both loudly and with emphasis. Yamanouchi
smiled to himself as he rolled onto his side and stared lethargically
at the falling rain outside. He liked a woman with a healthy
vocabulary.
At least she's not as bad as Polgara who can swear in a few dozen languages.
Heh. Then again, she likely knows quite a few herself, so why limit herself
to Japanese when there are a variety of other curses? Heh.
<snip>
"Hey, what can I say?" Yamanouchi shrugged and stared at the
roof of the vehicle as he rested his hands behind his head and fought
the urge to yawn. "I guess the kamis are causing trouble."
Urd: Tee Hee!
Specifically, he thought to himself, the kami he had been praying to
for the entire drive. Yes, he thought as he slowly reclined his chair,
everything was perfect...
Alone with the object of your affections...
"HEY!" A foot kicked him sharply in the kidneys. "Watch it,
snake-eyes! I'm sitting back here! You nearly crushed me!"
If it weren't for her damn kid brother constantly busting in on you! (I know
he's not her brother, but the concept is the same. At least he's not
jumping on the bed and shouting "Fuckers! Fuckers! Fuckers!" ^^)
Well, Yamanouchi admitted as Jun Yamano kicked him again,
NEARLY perfect, at least. "I'm very sorry," he said with a wicked
smile at the boy. "Next time, I'll be sure to give you less warning."
Most males who have had girlfriends in school with kid brothers are very
much aware of this particular problem. The threats to his life are usually
the same. heh.
"Hey, any time you want to try me, Naaza..."
Yamanouchi curled his lips back in a snarl just as a well-timed
flash of lightning gleamed off of his exposed fangs. "Is that an
invitation, twerp?"
<Wreck Gar> You check in, but you don't check out! *gleem*
"JUN!" Nasuti glared at the young boy, who promptly swallowed
loudly and began looking for something to hide under. "I am a little
bit on edge right now, okay? We are stranded-"
Well...at the very least he's correct about what to be afraid of. Heh.
<snip>
"From," Nasuti corrected him, "each other, so we need to get
along. This goes for you too, Naaza, so stop smirking at him. The last
thing I need right now is you two bickering at each other, like you
have been for the past six hours! I'm getting a headache!"
Yes mom. Heh.
"Sorry, Nasuti," Naaza said sheepishly, and returned his chair
to its original position.
"Sorry, Nasuti," Jun said with a mean grin at Naaza to show
exactly how sorry he really wasn't. The Masho of Poison scowled and
immediately began planning various intricate forms of death for the
little brat. Perhaps the Fleeing Maiden and the Singing Blades of
Destruction? Nah, he decided, the punk was too short to get the \
Yep, a very common problem, with a very common thought process. God help
her if he ever asks her to a ball in the Dark Kingdom. Imagine a Prom or
Homecoming party there. Heheheheheheheheheheh.
required hang time for that one. Maybe he could try the Hangman's
Hundred Handed Horrifier, again. No, he quickly reminded himself, that
one usually just ended with him looking stupid. Last time, his victim
had escaped and he'd needed both Rajura and Anubis to untie him. Those
knots were REALLY tricky...
Talk about executions gone horribly wrong. Sounds like something they'd put
on a TV special. heheheheh.
"Naaza? Are you listening to me?"
"Huh?" Blinking, Yamanouchi turned to the beautiful woman with
the auburn hair who sat next to him. "Sorry, Nasuti. My mind must have
wandered there, for a second. What did you say?"
"I asked if you would mind taking a look at the engine. We
might have snapped our fanbelt, or maybe killed the battery."
Naaza opened his mouth to gently remind the young woman that
he was over four centuries old, and could barely tell an engine from
a waffle iron, then shut it and simply nodded. At least it would give
Here is an interesting thought. Imagine it if he wound up becoming adicted
to things like Cable TV or Nintendo (now I can almost see him becoming
addicted to Pokemon...or maybe killing Pokemon...^^;;;)
<snip>
Naaza sat in the mud for several seconds, waiting until the
ground stopped spinning before he clambered to his feet. Now, he asked
himself, where would the engine be in one of these things? For that
matter, WHAT would the engine be in one of these things? Probably, he
decided sensibly, whatever had just started making all the smoke up
front.
Problem annalysis step one: Identify the problem if any. Heh.
The rain thumped against his trenchcoat like a man's fingers,
nearly staggering the man as he slogged through the mud and opened
the hood of the jeep. Coughing and swatting at the billowing cloud of
smoke, Naaza squinted down at the device he had uncovered.
"Oh, look," he said after an awkward pause, "it's... a pile
of metal things. How very educational!" With a grunt, he slammed the
God Help him if he ever opens up a computer. ^^;;;
hood back down and sat on it. Considering he had no idea what an
engine looked like when it was working, he figured his chances of
figuring out what was wrong with it were somewhere between 'slim' and
'none', and leaning towards the latter.
And with typical male pride, he will not say he doesn't know what the hell
he was doing when he doesn't know what the hell he is doing. Hehehheheheheh.
Bushes began to rustle slightly in the forest surrounding this
lonely stretch of road, and Naaza watched with growing interest as a
I wonder if he gets stoned on a regular basis? Imagine some of the stuff he
might see then? Heh.
figure swathed in black shambled out into view. It was covered in rags
from head to toe, wrapped like a mummy in the shredded and grimy cloth.
It was also carrying a sword, which made the green-haired Masho of
Poison grin.
Teasing? A little foreplay? ^^
"Hello," he said amiably, and waved to it. There was no
Ryouga: NOW WHERE AM I?
response from the creature as it continued to emerge from the
undergrowth and steadily closed the distance between them. Slightly
miffed, Naaza slicked back his usually wild mane of green hair and
decided to try again. "Nice sword you've got there," he said
conversationally. "You know, an uchiko and some oil could take care of
that nasty rust..."
I wonder if anyone has ever bantered like that with him. One could
conceivably continue that kind of conversation indefinately. ^^;;;
<snip>
"You're one of those silent types, aren't you?" The ragged
figure responded only by striding towards Naaza once more. "And," he
noted clinically as he carefully began to back out of its reach,
"you seem to be trying to kill me. If you could just excuse me, I'll
be with you in a few seconds." Quickly, he tapped on the driver's side
window with his knuckles. Slowly, the glass rolled down and Nasuti
Yagyu stuck her head out.
Landshark! ^_^
"Naaza? What's going on? Who is that?"
"Oh, him? Yeah, he's some kind of ninja out to get me. Probably
undead, by the smell of it. I thought I should let you know that I
might be a while."
"Oh." Nasuti tucked a lock of her long auburn hair behind one
ear and tried to think of something to say. "Well... take your time."
There isn't really much one can say to that, to be quite honest.
Hehehehehe.
Naaza grinned. "Thanks!" The window slowly creaked back up,
and the Masho's smile began to change into a sneer as he turned to
face the creature slogging towards him in the mud.
Ah yes, the classic Vegita smirk. See how the mouth curls up to the left
denoting both superiority and disdain for your opponenet. Usually when this
happens the oppenent in question is screwed. ^_^
"I'd ask what you want with me, but I really don't care," he
explained, and lunged across the ground between them, wrapping his arms
around the bandaged waist and tackling his opponent to the ground.
Pinning its arms down with his knees, Naaza proceeded to pound it in
the face with both fists. A black slippered foot slammed into the
back of his head, and the Masho fell forward.
At least no Mortal Kombat music started playing. ^^
<snip>
"You see? Now you're flat on your ass, and you dropped your
sword." Naaza smirked, and thunder boomed all around them as the rain
continued to fall. "I haven't even broken a sweat! How does a poseur
like you expect to beat ME?"
<Raphael> Man, you guys must have been studying the abridged book of ninja
fighting. I mean, c'mon! How do you guys seriously expect to beat me?
In answer, several dozen identical figures crawled out of the
bushes growing on the left side of the road. Naaza blinked as he
slowly turned and scoped out the situation. To the right, at least
another dozen were hacking their way through the guard-rail as they
struggled up the muddy incline with determination.
<Raphael> *looks around* Good answer...good answer!
"Oh," he said as he watched all of the creatures draw their
swords and advance on him in unison, "you brought friends. Well, THAT
was certainly a bright plan. Kind of wish I'd thought of it, myself,
to be honest..."
**********
Kujuurou Sasaki grunted as he lowered himself into the steaming
hot water. "We're wasting our time," he growled, and leaned his head
back to rest on the edge of the furo.
I'm imagining Ryouga and Ranma here for some strange reason. ^^
"I disagree." Sitting against the opposite edge of the tub,
Jirougorou Kuroda took a deep breath of the steam and relaxed slightly.
"If you want to be accurate, it's the Outer Senshi who are wasting
our time. We have exactly-" He checked the watch still strapped to his
wrist. "One hour and ten minutes to find Naaza and go home, or we're
going to be in trouble."
This coming from guys who don't have too much of a clue about modern
technology?
"And here we are," Kujuurou concluded, "taking a bath. How
very productive of us."
You just opened the door to all sorts of Yaoi fanfiction now....
"Could you think of one other place in this entire house where
those three women wouldn't be spying on us? This seems as good a forum
Any other place and I'd expect it. But considering the proclivities of the
females in question I would have to go with them on this one. Though
honestly I wouldn't put it past them if they found it neccessary.
as any for the discussion we need to have." Jirougorou sighed, and let
his long silver hair out of the ponytail he had been keeping it in.
"You want to ask the Outer Senshi for help, don't you?"
<Kujuurou> Yeah, but maybe we should ask the Decepticons, you know they owe
us a couple of favors. ^^;;;
<snip>
"Why shouldn't we beg?" Jirougorou scowled as he shifted his
position in the water. "Because we have our pride, Anubis. More
importantly, because I don't like asking for help from people we've
tried to kill."
Anubis barked with laughter, throwing his head back once more.
"Rajura, we've tried to kill everybody we know, including each other!
We don't have time to find someone new, NOT try to kill them, and ask
them for help."
BWAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
"I'm serious, Anubis. I don't like these Outer Senshi. We don't
know them, we don't understand them, and we can't control them."
Rajura steepled his fingers together and leaned back as he continued
his explanation. "Furthermore, if we were to ASK them for help, we
would be expected to return the favour at some point. I have found life
much easier when I am beholden to no man, or woman as the case may be."
I won't make the lesbian joke here. No matter how much fuel you give me.
^_^
"Fine," Anubis snarled, "but while you maintain an easy life,
Naaza is all alone out there. And don't forget : we're ALL running out
of time, here. The only difference is that Naaza doesn't know it."
<Bugs Bunny> Welllll...I wouldn't say that now...
**********
Yamanouchi Naotoki hit the ground with a splash, water rising
around him in waves as he slammed into the mud. Twisting to the left,
he barely dodged a downward strike at his head, and quickly levered
his body into a handstand as a second blade dug into the muck where he
had lain. Vaulting forward off of his fingertips, Naaza arched his
back and flipped straight into the face an enemy, feet first.
"Come on," he taunted them, as he clutched the damp fabric of
his shirt with one hand. "Test your might!" With a rough yank, he tore
At least he didn't grab one and yell "GET OVER HERE!" ^_^
loose his clothing, to reveal a form-fitting suit of dark chestnut
armour that simply hadn't been there seconds before. Clad in his
That's a cool trick. One of these days I'm going to have to learn how anime
characters can just rip their clothes off and have a cool fighting uniform
underneath. ^^
<snip>
"Who the hell do you think you ARE?" Fangs shone in the
flashing lightning as Naaza snarled, gripping the nearest monster by
its head. With a fierce scowl, he tightened his grip until nothing was
left in his hand but shards of bone and slime. Undaunted by his
display, several of his opponents wrapped themselves around his ankles,
dragging him into the mud once more. As the Masho of Poison spat and
cursed, swinging wildly at the creatures gripping him and banging his
own head against the felled oak in frustration, several more struggled
up the hill and began to circle around Nasuti's jeep.
Kinda like playing Diablo II. All them undead guys around you and ya just
wail away, while yelling "DIE YOU BASTARDS DIE!!!" Heh.
**********
"What's going on? I can barely see anything in all this rain!"
Jun Yamano shaded his eyes with one hand, peering hopelessly at the
struggling forms just barely out of his view. "I think Naaza might
be down, but I can't tell!"
This kid really needs some Quantum Bands, Infinity Gems, the Excalibur,
Iczellion Armor, or something like that.
<snip>
The boy glanced to either side, then out the back window. "Uh,
they're all over us like ants on a pile of sugar, Nasuti. Just pushing
and pulling like crazy."
"Don't worry, Jun. They'll never get through these doors."
Nasuti nonetheless began to inch away from the eerie figures.
Jun's eyes bulged as the jeep began to rock slightly. "Oh,
shit," he gasped as he rolled onto his back and grasped the cushion
with both hands, bracing his feet against the roof. "You'd better grab
onto something, Nasti, because if they're doing what I think they're
doing, this is going to suck!"
Nasti? ^^;;; Heh. Though he's right about sucking. Been in a vehicle that
did that once. One hell of a trip, but it did suck at the same time.
<snip>
The jeep began to roll over, and Jun began to scream.
That's just so unmanly. ^-^
**********
Naaza watched in sheer terror as the deceptively small red
jeep began to tumble down the muddy slope in his general direction.
Even as his eyes bugged and his jaw fell slack, the rest of his body
was acting on sheer animal instinct. Flinging his hands behind him
blindly, the Masho of Poison grasped two branches on the thick oak
he lay against and snapped his spine like a whip, launching both
that didn't sound good, snapping the spine and all. Gives the wrong idea.
Don't know of anything else to suggest however.
himself and his captors over the fallen tree and down the hill in a
tangle of limbs. This inhuman knot sorted itself out as the five of
them hit a pine tree and scattered like bowling pins after a strike.
And the X goes over the score card. ^_^
Panting for breath, Naaza slowly and painfully dragged himself
up the trunk of the tree he had hit spine-first. Once he was fairly
certain he was on his feet, the man stumbled over to the crashed
vehicle. Jun had already managed to break through one window, and was
hauling Nasuti out of the jeep. There was a large gash on her head, and
she was bleeding profusely.
from which she was bleeding profusely sounds a bit better. Otherwise she
sounds like she is bleeding not from the wound but her entire body (which
might well be the case, but you didn't say that)
Naaza hissed venomously and narrowed his hooded eyes, slitted
pupils seeming to disappear as the orbs glowed with a sickly purplish
light. "Oh," he breathed, his breath steaming from between his lips as
the rain pounded down around him, "you. Are. SO. Dead." The sickly
haze of purple-pink energy crackled from his entire undergear, rising
into the air like mist and withering the evergreens that surrounded
him. Growling, he clenched and unclenched his fists, storming towards
the creatures even as they began to race down the hill to confront
him. "BUSSO..."
Caught in mid transformation! ^_^
"Dead Scream." A blast of pink energy, and Naaza flew back
over the crashed jeep, smoke rising from his scorched brown undergear.
He landed hard, and got back up yet again, wincing as he popped his
arm back into its socket. A plume of smoke wafted through his hair,
but was quickly extinguished by the falling rain as he looked up.
OUCH!!
Floating above them all, as though standing on a pillar on
air, Sailor Pluto lifted her Time Key above her head, long green hair
billowing in the winds of the storm like an emerald cape. Her skirt
flapped around her long, graceful legs and her exotic red eyes stared
balefully down at the Masho of Poison, a tiny smirk on her rich, full
lips.
Course, as I recall she really don't like any of the Masho. Course, I'd
love the view he's getting. ^_-
Naaza snarled from where he crouched, eyes still blazing with
unholy energy. "What the hell are you DOING? I wasn't done playing with
them yet!"
If you can't play nicely with your toys...
"Consider it a favour to them on my behalf." Setsuna Meioh
slowly floated down closer to the ground, though she did not land.
"I'm certain it was far quicker and more humane than anything you had
planned."
"Well, this is a pretty predicament." Without even realising
it, Naaza lowered his centre of gravity and began inching around Sailor
Pluto, his arms spread and fingers splayed. "Now, I'm all worked up,
and there's nothing to vent on." He ground his teeth and continued to
circle the Senshi like a shark in the water. "If I don't kill something
pretty damn quick, I'm going to go nuts!"
This is how Tenchi Muyo started...^^;;;
"You're already nuts." Setsuna easily knocked aside his first
strike with her Time Key, barely even flinching as he snarled and
kicked at her face. The Garnet Orb she bore flared, and Naaza slammed
into the mud again. Shaking off the hit like a prizefigher, the Masho
of Poison jumped at her again, and scowled as she dropped her weapon
and grabbed his wrists, halting him in mid-air.
I'm not sure he's quite that easy to dispatch, though he's not exactly
serious if I understand your paragraphs correctly.
"Are you QUITE finished, Naaza?" Setsuna smiled slightly as she
released her grip and lowered her captive to the ground. Naaza rubbed
his wrists and shook his head ruefully, laughing slightly. She had
figured his attack was half-hearted in its nature : more of a friendly
welcome than a serious murder attempt. Not, she reminded herself, that
the two couldn't be one and the same, when dealing with Naaza.
Well, when you're part reptile, part mammel, your machinery up there is
likely pretty hosed up, so who knows what his reactions to things might be.
Heh.
"I suppose so," the Masho answered, and smirked. "Although I
was kind of hoping you'd hit me with another of those fun little Dead
Screams of yours."
<Setsuna> Oujo-sama to Oyoubi! *snap!*
<Naaza> OUJO-SAMA!!!! ^_^
"Maybe later," Setsuna conceded, "if you're good. What's going
on, here?"
<Me> I'll be good!!! Please punish me!!! err...you didn't hear that. ^_^
"Damned if I know." Naaza slowly began picking his way back
over to where Jun crouched over a prone Nasuti. "They were just giving
me a lift, and then we were attacked. Why don't YOU know? There's no
way your showing up could be a coincidence."
Setsuna tilted her head to one side and looked over at the
Masho from the corner of her eye. "It isn't. I detected a severe
disruption in time and space, then followed the trail of dark energy
here. Those creatures must have used a mass-transport : convenient,
but it wreaks havoc on the continuum." Plucking a twig from a tree as
she drifted past, she began to strip it of its bark as she continued
talking. "You're lucky, actually. I was tempted to ignore it and keep
going. I'm on my way home, you see."
Gee, one wonders if the Time Lords won't show up. Heh.
"Oh, that's right!" Naaza knelt by Nasuti and felt for her
pulse. After a second, he remembered to remove his undergear armour
and tried again without the metal gauntlet. "Rajura mentioned that
you got banished from time. How was that, anyway?"
"Quite..." Setsuna smiled slightly and quickly shook it off,
throwing the shredded twig back over her shoulder. "Enjoyable, but it
will be good to get home. I'm certain he'll find something to keep
himself busy with while I'm gone."
<Shutendouji> Beat that! Glorious Fireball of Obliteration + 12 Manna!
<Galactus> I hate you.
"Who?" Naaza quickly moved from Nasuti's wrist to her face,
swatting Jun out of the way and opening one of her eyes with his
fingers. "Well, I think she'll live," he commented, forgetting he had
even asked a question, "but she's going to be cranky when she wakes
up." Looking over his shoulder, Naaza turned slightly towards the
emerald-haired Sailor Pluto. "Have you met Jun Yamano and Nasuti
Yagyu, Setsuna?"
"I don't believe so," Setsuna answered as she glanced over at
the boy fuming on a nearby log.
At least his hair didn't turn yellow. That would prove inconvenient. ^-^
"Once," he said, "in passing. Don't feel bad if you don't
remember : there was a lot going on at the time. At the Hikawa Jinja,
last week?"
"Only a week?" Setsuna blinked. "I thought I would have been
banished for at least a year. Time passes strangely when one isn't
actually existing in it." Her exotic red eyes downcast, the woman
Then did she actually exist outside of time, or in another timestream
altogether? Otherwise you deal with other concepts that I'm not sure the
human mind is capable of processing.
slowly sat on the log next to Jun and rested her back against the
crumpled side panel of what was once Nasuti's jeep. "Do you need any
help with her, Naaza?"
"Well, let's see." Naaza carefully cradled Nasuti's head
against his shoulder as he lifted her in his arms. "It's a pretty
long walk to anywhere from here, and our ride seems a bit..." he
glanced at the crumpled pile of metal. "Out of shape. Would you mind
giving us a lift?"
Heh.
Setsuna, as it turned out, had absolutely no problems with
giving the three a lift, and Naaza suddenly found himself rubbing his
eyes as he tried to clear away the floating spots of colour that
teleportation always left in his vision.
At least it wasn't like Spawn's Teleport. The description of that
is...frightening to say the least.
"Next time," he asked as he stared blearily in what he assumed
to be the green-haired Senshi's general direction, "could you give me
some warning before you do that?"
<Shampoo> Stupid Mousse!
"That's a tree, Naaza. I'm over here." Sailor Pluto sighed as
her fuku shimmered and faded into normal clothing. In this case, that
happened to be a conservative yet fashionable black skirt and blazer,
with a white silk blouse. Opening the purse she hadn't had an instant
before, Setsuna fished out a set of keys and inserted them in the lock.
"Oh." Still squinting and blinking furiously, Naaza slowly
Whoa...pretty colors!
<snip>
With little warning, the door suddenly opened and Hotaru Tomoe
stepped into the kitchen. Her purple eyes went wide as, with little
ceremony, she launched herself across the room and latched around her
adoptive parent's waist. "Setsuna! Where have you been? Everybody's
been really worried about you!"
I sometimes wonder what happened to her father the proffessor. I never saw
a resolution to that in the series proper if there was one to begin with.
With a kindly smile, Setsuna stroked the young girl's raven
hair and kissed the top of her head. "I had to go away for a little
while, Hotaru. There was something important I needed to do." Leaving
the rest unsaid, Setsuna gently pried the Hotaru free and looked her
in the eye. "Why aren't you in school, little one?"
"Haruka-papa said we shouldn't go, because she woke up late
and doesn't like bucket duty." Hotaru shrugged, and turned to face the
Nasuti, Jun, and Naaza. "Hello, Jun! Did you forget something last
night?"
Setsuna turned to Naaza. "Last night?"
Naaza shrugged. "What are you looking at me for? I'm not in
charge of raising either of them!"
heheheh.
"Uh, no," Jun said quickly, realising to his dismay that his
girlfriend had just managed to pull a third parent from somewhere.
And now...the true horror begins for him. Heh.
"Actually, we got attacked by some weird creatures. I'm not sure what
they were-"
"I'm telling you," Naaza interjected, "they were undead ninja!
I know an undead ninja when I see one, and these were-"
"-but they rolled our jeep, and Nasuti got hurt." Jun finished,
doing his level best to ignore the Masho of Poison.
"Oh!" Kneeling next to the unconscious woman, Hotaru extended
her glowing hands and frowned slightly, the way she always did when
concentrating. "I can help with Nasuti, but I think Naaza's friends
are going to have a few things to say to him..."
"Did you say 'Naaza's FRIENDS'?" Jun's eyes boggled. "Naaza
doesn't have any friends! You know, not unless you're willing to count
the other... oh crap, it's you." He stared over Sailor Pluto's
shoulder, his face a mix of utter revulsion and stark terror.
Dude needs to invest in a shotgun, an M-16...something! ^_^
<snip>
"You flatter me." Leaning against the doorframe, Rajura winked
and took a sip from his cup of tea. "Oh, Anubis?" he called, looking
over his shoulder. "Get in here! Things have just become a trifle more
interesting." Facing Setsuna and Naaza once more, the silver-haired
Masho of Deception smiled gently. "I think," he said to Setsuna, "you
want young Hotaru to leave the room. And I think you want her to take
the woman and the brat with her."
These guys have been going to Vegita attitude 101 haven't they? Heh.
Setsuna slowly stood up, her long green hair tumbling behind
her like an emerald cloak. "Hotaru," she said, softly yet firmly, "do
as he says. Take Jun and Nasuti into the living room, and I'll be with
you in a little bit."
"But, Setsuna! I could help, or-"
<random NETTG quote> I could still blow up this planet...you wouldn't
believe the amount of breaking points around here.
"Go, Hotaru. That's not a request." The tone of Setsuna's voice
became far less soft, and far more firm. Hotaru began to open her
mouth, but the look in Sailor Pluto's eyes shut it again, words unsaid.
Nodding quietly, Hotaru helped Jun lift Nasuti and carry her out of
the room. Anubis passed them on their way out, heading into the room
with a curious look and an empty cup. One of the two vanished when he
saw Naaza, and the other he placed in the sink.
"Hi, 'Nubie!" Naaza waved from across the room, and laughed at
the face his ersatz leader made at the nickname. "Long time, no see!
What's going on?"
"The Dark Kingdom is under attack, and we need your skills,"
Anubis explained... to Setsuna.
Heh, good one there.
"When pigs fly backwards," she answered coldly, and pushed
Depends on the reality. ^^
past Rajura on her way to the living room. "Don't let the door hit you
on your way out, Uncle."
"Wait a minute, what was that? We got attacked?" Naaza looked
over at Rajura. "What did you do? That kingdom was perfectly fine when
I left it!"
"See, Anubis?" Rajura sneered, ignoring Naaza as he glared
after Setsuna's retreating form. "I told you Setsuna Meioh had no
honour."
Setsuna stopped in her tracks, spine as straight as an iron
rod. "I warned you to enjoy my trust while it lasted, Rajura. That
trust ran out the instant I saw you again. I owe you nothing."
"Absolutely true," Rajura agreed. "You owe Jirougorou Kuroda
exactly zero. Although, if you could just check the inside of your
left wrist, I think it might remind you of who you DO owe..."
I think you might have lost me on that one.
"Now, now, Rajura." Sailor Pluto slowly walked out of the
shadows surrounding the nearby trees, clutching her Time Key to her
chest protectively. "You should know better than to trust your eye."
*snicker*
"Very good," Anubis noted clinically, "I only heard you coming
a few minutes before you got here."
"If I come with you," Setsuna said to the three men, "there are
going to be certain conditions."
"First," a familiar voice said from the shadows, "we get to
come on this little ride, too."
"I only heard them," Anubis added, as three feminine figures
followed Setsuna out of the shadows, "a few minutes before I heard
Setsuna. Greetings once again, Outer Senshi."
"You know," Naaza said in a miffed tone as he looked between
Anubis and Rajura, "at least ONE of you could PRETEND to be surprised.
It would really make me feel better."
Heheheheheeh
Sailor Pluto turned to the three other Senshi. "Absolutely
not," she said adamantly. "Never, nien, ixnay on the 'yes' part. No."
"Sorry," Haruka answered with a shrug, "but there's no way we
let you run off with these guys and have all the fun AGAIN. If you go,
we go. Or nobody goes."
<Sgt Slaughter> We all go home, or nobody goes home!
"Oh, ye gods," Rajura muttered, "it's the woman and the brat
again. Can't we spray for pests like them?"
LOL!
"Nasuti knows more about the Dark Kingdom and the Dynasty
than anybody!" Jun's chest swelled slightly as he placed one hand on
the woman's shoulder. "And she can probably figure out what you're up
against, too!"
"Can we take her? Can we?" Naaza clasped his hands together
and looked pleadingly at the other two Masho. "I swear, I'll clean my
room, and feed the giant octopus, and I'll even look after sedating
the Storm Senshi for a whole week!"
The mental image is leaving me on the floor rolling in laughter. I hope you
are proud of yourself. ^_^ Though you should likely have his hands clasped
before him with those watering anime puppy dog eyes too. Heh.
Jun began laughing so hard he doubled over, clutching his
sides. "Sure," he managed to choke, "you always try to avoid youja.
You're just no good at it!"
"Like you're any better, Jun Yamano!" Nasuti stamped one foot
and sniffed haughtily. "You've been captured by monsters and daimons
just as often as I have!"
"Yeah," Jun admitted with a devilish smirk, "but I'm not scared
of them, and you are."
"I am most certainly NOT scared!"
"Yes, you are. It's okay, Nasuti : you don't have to go to the
Dark Kingdom if you're afraid to." Jun's smirk stretched, and he began
to make clucking sounds. "I'll just go by myself, and you can stay
here, where it's safe."
<snip>
I'm wondering why he's not making any pretense of protecting his GF.
Honestly I'd expect him too. Though she'd definately look at him funny, all
things considered, I would expect him to.
"All aboard!" Naaza crowed, and grabbed Nasuti by the back of
her jacket. In a single smooth motion, he hauled her over his head and
tossed her straight through the gate. There was a cut-off shriek, a
flash of light, and then she was gone.
One wonders at the marriage rituals they have in the Dark Kingdom. ^^
"You heard Naaza! The gate closes in a matter of seconds!"
Feet pounding in the cement, Anubis and Rajura pushed past Naaza. As
they passed, each caught the grinning Snake Masho under one arm and
hauled him along with them as they entered the gate and vanished into
the swirling lights contained within.
"Last chance," Haruka said to Setsuna, as the two Senshi
approached the gate. A wind seemed to blast from the glowing opening,
ruffling their hair and pushing against them as they walked closer.
"Why are you two TAKING so long?" Jun raced by as fast as his
legs would carry him, jumping into the gate just as Hotaru reached
out to stop him.
He's an adrenaline junky. He'll be jumping off of mountains with a
parachute in the future and doing Mountain Dew commercials.
"He shouldn't have gone," Hotaru said sadly to Michiru. "He'll
get hurt, or worse! We have to make sure he's all right!" Holding
Kid is likely going to get killed so he'll be playing with Kaiyo-sama for a
few months before they resurrect him with the Dragon Balls and ooop...wrong
anime. Though that might not be a bad thing. If he were to train with
Kaiyo-sama he'd at least come back with some serious power at his disposal.
Heh.
As I said before: I do not see a very good ending for that relationship.
In fact if he doesn't learn how to stand up there with her, somehow with
someway to fight with her as some sort of equal, he'll either be left behind
or he's going to die. Either way, I see a bad or worse outcome for Ms.
Saturn. He might recover, but I don't know about how he'd handle the blow
to his...ego for lack of a better word (maybe even an appropriate word). An
interesting predicament you have here.
Michiru by the hand, Sailor Saturn began walking towards the gate. With
a shrug, Michiru extended her other hand and Haruka caught it. Setsuna
grabbed Haruka by the wrist, and the four Outer Senshi entered the
gate together.
With a loud rumble, the gate slowly retracted into the ground,
a small cloud of mist the only sign it had ever been. In the distance,
a thrush warbled to itself, and the first rays of sunshine began to
penetrate through the clouds that had been covering it all day. In
Tokyo, at least, it seemed the storm was over.
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At least you didn't make any Dune references when you talked about the
storm. Heh.
Overall damn good. Like I said, not much to be said as far as characters
go...there were one or two points, but overall damn good. Only one
interesting mispelling I saw, though I'm really not the one to ask about
that. Heh.
Can't wait to see more.
Hope this helped.
K'thardin
"Amazing. A booby trap that actually catches boobies!"
-Optimus Prime