Yes, the title is true. I went and wrote a fic based on it.

Dear sweet mother of GOD!

*Listens to the anguished Screams*

Better listen to for the sounds of rounds being chambered.

Disclaimer: Sailor Moon is the creation of Naoko Takeuchi and all such

rights 

belong to her. No money is being made from this fic and no such intent

should 

be inferred.

No but through sheer insult I think she may call the yakuza or request
Sepuku of you.

Author's note at end.

-Steve "Komodo" T.
************************

"In all of nature, there is one universal truth that applies to every race

in 

the animal kingdom: the female is always the deadlier 
of the species."
#Save only the Botswannian Assassin Wombats, but they're a special case.
--Solomon Paine
-From some C&C by Miashara

The what?

*********************
Entry #114

Mom graduated from medical school today, I'm so proud of her. The ceremony 
was very moving. I still feel kind of bad though, she put it aside when I

was 

born and it's only recently that she went back to finish. But what's done

is 

done. Now she can begin her residency. She hasn't said where yet though.

Dad 

sent flowers, but mom threw them away without even looking at the card.

I hope we stay in Saint Paul, I love the winters here. I've said it before 
and I'll say it again. Ice is nice.

Cool so this is going to have Ami's perspective through journal entries.
Cool, I feel people don't use this style as often as they could. It's realy
a nice perspective if done right.

Amy Lynn Angela Anderson, 

 
**Damn! Think her name's long enough?** 

sighed as she stepped out of >the elevator onto the seventh floor of the

condo building. Here   >she was, the best student in 

school, honors program, band, and volunteer at the boys and girls club 
mentoring young scientists, and her math teacher was still giving her only 
mid-level calculus. Where was the challenge? Trig, at the very least, some 
physics would be nice too.

Classic Ami.

"Or at least give me time in the chemistry lab," she muttered to herself. 

" 

**ax this quote mark ** 

She had been brushing her teeth yesterday morning when it suddenly
occurred to her that a nine-volt battery, xenon gas, and the cheese on the

pizzas in 

the cafeteria could be combined to create fake muscle tissue that the human

immune system wouldn't reject. 

** ? O_o ...**

She had rushed back to her room, sketched out 
the formula and presented it to Mr. Carson, the chem lab teacher, he had 
looked at it, turned white, told her that it was very nice, and then took a

bottle from his desk drawer and began taking long gulps from it, his hands 
shaking almost violently as they had since she had made the lab table float

in mid-air.

Ah Gentleman Jack Daniels.  My chem teacher liked that too my senior year.
Something about burning a hole in a lab table and my hand whith sodium.
 

She hadn't meant to make it float, but the chemical spill right before it

had 

been sort of her fault. If only Doctor Knight of Pacific Tech wasn't so

damn 

good at explaining particle physics. She could almost hear his voice.

'Amy Lynn, would you like to help me probe the Universe?' Protons, quarks, 
Doctor Knight explaining fusion in...intimate detail while demonstrating

how 

to probe the universe on the Accelerator...Amy Lynn's mouth began to water 
and she felt her knees began to buckle. 

Ooooooh Someone's getting the warm squishies for the 'ol Doc.

And Doctor Knight was fairly good looking as well she supposed. If you went

for that sort of thing.

and of course she hadn't noticed that...yeah right.

Pulling her key out of her pocket, she unlocked the front door and was 
startled to see her mom packing things into boxes.

"Mom?"

"Good news dear, I found a residency, we're moving!"

*****************
Amy Lynn stared out at the scenery as her mother's convertible whisked them

down the back road.

"Where are we going again?" she asked.

"Juuban Hollow," her mother replied. "It's where I was born."

*Groan*

"Juuban...Mom, Juuban is a Japanese word."

"I know, dear. After the Interment camps, many Japanese headed south-east

to 

found their own community. The locals migrated in, and eventually the 
community became a small town that merged with Garic's Hollow. The town 
doctor is getting ready to retire-such a dear man-and I made arrangements

to 

have my residency in Juuban Hollow. When it's over, Doctor Jackson will 
retire, and I take over his practice. Not to mention my student loans get 
paid off."

Well at least it's a good explanation.  

"But why? Mom, it's not even cold down here."

"You'll adjust, dear."

*****************
Juuban Hollow proved to be a single street lined sporadically with old

wooden 

buildings on both sides. Only one thing caught her eye. A blond haired girl

sitting on the roof of an old pickup truck parked by the side of the road,

a 

big black Great Dane sitting on the ground next to the front wheel. For

just 

a moment, Amy Lynn's eyes met those of the blonde and she felt the chill of

recognition. Then the moment had passed and the girl and her dog were far 
behind. 

hmm sounds like back home. Were did you say Juuban hollow is?

At the far end of town, her mother pulled into the driveway of a large

wooden 

structure in better condition then most. A second story rose from the back 
and in the distance, she could see a hill and what looked like a mansion

atop 

it. A mule was grazing on some grass near the front door and regarded them 
with curious indifference before returning to grazing.

in the south that'd be a plantation Steve. ;) **Image of several Youma out
in thte feilds working.**

The front door opened and an elderly white-haired man dressed in a white

lab 

coat and overalls over a plaid work shirt came bustling out, grinning

broadly.

"Janice!" He cried out grabbing her mom in a huge bear hug. "It's good to

lay 

these old eyes on you once again."

"Hello, Arthur," her mom replied, returning the hug. "It's good to see you 
too." She indicated Amy Lynn, who obediently came around the car. "And this

is Amy Lynn."

Doctor Jackson hugged her as well. He smelled of apples...and some kind of 
sterilization chemicals.

I could make a couple of crude remarks here but will refrain. ;)

Her Mother handed her a twenty. "Go down to the general store, dear, buy 
yourself a soda and a snack." She turned back to Doctor Jackson. "I'm

looking 

forward to this, Arthur."

"Not much to look forward to, I'm afraid," Doctor Jackson replied. "Most 
injuries the people prefer to treat themselves, even severed limbs. 

0_o; ...What?!

"You're not going to see many patients and the few you do see are usually

from Black 

Mountain Plantation where they have a little more sense then to treat an 
injury by drinking more beer."

See I told you it was a plantation. And there's nothing wrong ith beer.  It
has wonderful healing properties when drank in suficiant amounts.

They vanished inside, leaving Amy Lynn to her own devices.

0_o;

*****************
The general store lay in the middle of town, a ramshackle old building with

a 

neon open sign in the window that was half burnt out. The painted sign on

the 

front read "OKASA P General Store" in green and gold letters that had been 
faded by the sun. A tall, blonde-haired man wearing a white apron, jeans

and 

an old T-shirt was sweeping the front walk and he gave her a friendly smile

as she went past.

A Great Dane lay on the front the porch, and it's ears flicked as she made

her way up the steps. Now that she was closer and could get a better look, 
she realized that a small scar, shaped like a crescent moon adorned the

dog's 

forehead. Amy Lynn held out her hand for the dog to sniff and when it

didn't 

growl at her, she scratched it's head between the ears before heading

inside.

Inside was a few tables, unoccupied, shelves of groceries and a long

L-shaped 

counter with faded red leather stools. Sitting at the far end, a 
blonde-haired girl was perched on one of the stools, chewing on a long

blade 

of grass. Behind the counter, a brown-haired girl leaned against the back 
counter, arms crossed talking quietly to the blonde-haired girl. Another 
brown-haired girl, perhaps twelve or thirteen was stacking cans on a floor 
display.

I like this description.

"Welcome to the Okasap general store," the girl behind the counter said.

Her 

voice was slightly nasal, with a New Yorkish accent. "What can I get you?"

Sailor Moon just crossed over into "My cousin Vinnie" didn't it?

"Something cold," Amy Lynn replied, taking a seat on one of the stools.

"How about a Root-Beer float?"

"Sure."

The girl grabbed a glass from under the counter, opened another cupboard, 
which was revealed to be a small freezer, and took out a tub of ice cream, 
which she began to spoon liberally into the mug. "So where you from?" she 
asked.

"Saint Paul, Minnesota," Amy Lynn replied. "We just arrived."

"Arrived? You're moving here?"

"Yes, my mom is a doctor. She's taking over as town doctor when the old one

retires."

"Ah." She turned to the soda fountain and began adding root beer. "We've

been 

wondering when she'd get here." She set the glass on the counter in front

of 

Amy Lynn. "Go tell Mister Peters he owes my mom twenty bucks," she called

to 

the girl stacking cans. "Doctor's arrived." The girl nodded and ran out.

"You bet on when my mom would get here?"

"Nope. Mister Peters did. Bets on everything, that man. Mom's the only one 
willing to take his bets." She held out her hand. "I'm Molly."

Ahh betting on the trivial. a national past time back home.

"Amy Lynn," Amy Lynn replied, shaking the offered hand.

"And that's Serena Usagi Ann Tsukino," 

Damn 'nother long 'en

Molly said, indicating the blonde as 
Amy Lynn realized that it was the same girl she had seen sitting on the

roof 

of the truck. "But every one calls her Bunny."

for obvious reasons.

Bunny was slender with round curves and her white shirt and raggedly 

Should be Raggedy, works better.

jean shorts hugged them tightly. An old, dirt-spotted work shirt was over

the 

white shirt and her feet were covered by work boots. The white shirt had

been 

tied under her breasts to show off a flat midriff tight enough to bounce a 
quarter off of and her arms were leanly muscled. As Bunny turned at the

sound 

of her name, her work shirt moved and Amy Lynn caught sight of the handle

of 

a Machete on her far side.

Hello!

Molly, on the other hand, was shorter, but more slender. Her shoulders were

narrow and her face freckled. Her shoulder length brown hair parted in a 
widow's peak over her forehead and she wore a light blue shirt with the 
sleeves cut off and jeans under a starched white apron.

Cute.

Amy Lynn took a sip of the float and smiled. The ice cream and root beer

was 

cold, and felt good as it slid down her throat.

...0_o; um...

*****************
Entry #120

We arrived in Juuban Hollow today. It's a really small place with not much

to 

do. Molly, who's mom runs the general store and her friend Bunny showed me 
around.

I lie. This place is horrible. The library's books are out of date and 
there's not even any cellular service so my wireless modem won't work.

I HATE THIS PLACE!

****
Author's note:

Or if you prefer, last words before my execution by flame mail. =)

** Watches the Yakuza hitmen setting up across the treet from steve's.**
Hmm I think Ms. Takeuchi has taken care of that.

Juuban Hollow is in no particular portion of the South. Rather, it is a

sort 

of generic town fueled by too much Jeff Foxworthy and Country Music. I know

the reasons behind the name seem cliche, but otherwise, it seems like a 
gaping plothole to have a town named like that.

I have to agree.  Nice way of doing it to.  I could see this happening.

Special Thanks go out to Myron Kinnison and Harold Ancell for their tips on

keeping it Southern and special thanks to Harold for supplying an

exhaustive 

list of names, possible backrounds for this version of the Senshi and

friends 

and other such bits.

Aww, yout put me in the credits.  I'm touched and deeply honered.  I still
have to kill you but I am touched and deeply honered.

-Steve "Komodo T.

**Listens as the sniper rifles bark off into the distance.**
Ms. Takeuchi...I didn't see anything I swear.

NK (aka TooWolves)

          

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