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Dedicated to: Kevin Bruner, for too many hours spent hanging out w/ me. :)
Brad Lascelle, for editing and advice..
Mephron, for the same plus pizza and Pepsi.
As well as the Ace-maniacs of NCF... (hi guys!)
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BISHOJO SENSHI SAILOR DUO -INTRODUCTION
Yet another fanfic spin-off of Sailor Moon
Due to the unexpected success of Sailor Moon Ace, as well as a personal
growing fondness for the twin Outer Senshi, I've decided to begin work on
a second series in the Sailor Moon Ace sub-universe of Sailor Moon fanfic.
(Never fear, Ace will continue to be released on it's usual utter lack of
schedule.. ^_^)
Thus, Bishojo Senshi Sailor Duo. Duo is a side-story, set in the same
overall universe and time period as Sailor Moon Ace; the concepts of
the Senshi's origins, powers, etc, will be consistent from Ace to Duo.
The story will be centered around Ten'ou Haruka and Kaiou Michiru,
the Outer Senshi (aka Sailor Uranus and Sailor Neptune)...
Meiou Setsuna/Pluto will probably put in cameos from time to time, as
need accounts.
The unique nature of the Outer Senshi characters I will be trying very
hard to remain consistent to... (^_^;)
There may be some instances of crossover between Duo and Ace, but I
intend these to be rare. The two story arcs should be considered seperate
chains of events happening simultaneously to each other. Also, unlike SMA,
I intend Duo to have a shorter lifespan.. ^_^
For those of you who keep track of these kind of things, I am setting the
first chapter of Duo during Ace chapter 9. In Ace 12, Haruka and Michiru
have separated themselves from the Ace storyline for the present..
Enjoy! Please direct all comments via e-mail to celia@teleport.com. Any
flames will be cheerfully passed on to Asahi, who will find something
more useful to do with them. Like roast Sailor Moon. Just kidding!
^_-;!
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It was fall, and cold, in the twilight hour just before sunrise. Most
of the Tokyo suburb of Juban still slept, awaiting the day to come
in gentle dreams and warm beds. Still, in one underfurnished loft on the
thirteenth floor of a nondescript building near the core of Juban, two
were awake and aware; vigilant and watchful, they waited for the sun
to rise.
These two young women knelt, facing each other in a posture that
was stiffly formal, like worshippers on their knees in the silent apartment.
Their breath left them in pale white clouds of steam.
On the floor between them was a large flat mat resembling a chessboard,
marked with a spiderweb design. An outsider's casual glance might have
mistaken the game for chess. The pair of girls were gazing at the board
intently and thoughtfully.
"Check," Michiru said gently, looking up and smiling at the slender,
tomboyish looking sandy-haired girl across the board. Continuing in a
darker tone, Michiru added, "Something's going to happen today. The sea
is very restless." She reached out and confronted one of Haruka's pieces
with one of her own.
Haruka raised an eyebrow, regarding the laughing blue eyes and waved
blue-green hair of her companion. "I know. I felt it too." She regarded
the board, looking for moves, and rejected all of them as being inadequate
to solve the problem. Michiru had her advance blocked on nearly every front.
It would take something drastic to punch through her offense... so she
reached for a carved black star and slid it across the board to remove
Michiru's offending pawn. "If something wants to challenge us, then we'll
fight it."
Michiru's eyes widened, though it was unclear if this was
referring to Haruka's drastic move or her comment. The elegant girl
laughed into her hand. "So aggressive!... How did I know you would do that?"
Placing her fingers on another piece, she eased it forward. "Point
and mate, Haruka... I sensed the danger in my dreams. But I couldn't see
a cause... "
Haruka assessed the board critically, running her hand through her
short, spiky front bangs. "Damn." She suddenly realized that Michiru
had won the game. Her pieces were now completely blocked; the limited
options she had possessed were gone. No move was possible. "That was a good
move, Michiru." Haruka sighed.
Looking vaguely disappointed, Michiru sat back on her ankles. "You
know the rules of the game, removing any piece is an instant forfeit of
the game. You killed your strategy even before you began." She shook her
head, leaned forward and gently moved only two of Haruka's men to show her
partner how easily she could have forced Michiru into retreat..
Haruka's response was a low chuckle. She leaned forward and smiled,
knocking over the game pieces carelessly as her hand rested there for
support. Pressing her forehead against Michiru's, the blonde grinned
devilishly, square jaw set and strong as her voice dropped to a smoky purr.
Her deep green eyes flashed with warm amusement. "The only person I'm
willing to lose to is you. Never forget that."
Closing her eyes, Michiru tried without success to ignore the rush
of warmth to her face. "I could never forget... *anything*... about you,"
she breathed weakly.
Chuckling again, Haruka pushed away from Michiru. She straightened
and flipped her bangs out of her eyes, the gesture hiding her own small
blush. Michiru's perfume was very sweet...
"Breakfast?"
Michiru exhaled. "Please." She reached out for the board to clean
up the morning game, as the glow of dawn peeked into the apartment
through curtainless windows...
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BISHOJO SENSHI SAILOR DUO #1: Uranus and Neptune
Episode #1: Welcome to the Game
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Kaiou Michiru, age 17. I was a freshman at Mugen Gakuen High School
until it was destroyed- ara, there's a remarkable tale attached to that,
but this is not the time to tell it. My partner is Ten'ou Haruka, also
17, and like myself a survivor of Mugen Gakuen. That's not how we met,
or how our partnership began, but again, that's a story for another time.
We've been operating together for close to three years now. I think we
compliment each other very well.
I paint, photograph, play the violin. Haruka races cars, runs track,
pilots helicopters. Together we're like.. yin and yang, the deep sea and
the strong earth in unison. Neither above or below the other. And both of
us know that, while we are perfectly capable of living separate lives,
neither one of us could be truly happy without the other ...
*
Michiru wrapped her arms tight around Haruka's waist as they sped
through the streets on Haruka's Honda motorcycle. Because of the bitter
cold fall wind slicing and pulling at them, they kept their talking
to a minimum. Neither needed to say much anyway, when it came right down
to it; each knew the thoughts of the other...
Haruka eased her bike (trying to drive sane with Michiru behind her)
behind a black car that she pegged immediately as an American import,
maybe a Ford or a Chrysler, one of those 'boats' that she sometimes heard
her pit mechanics grumbling about during a race. She clicked her tongue
and accelerated to pass, getting into the inner left hand lane.
The arm of her speedometer climbed a touch.
Turning her head curiously, the wind battering at her, Michiru
caught a glimpse of the passenger inside the car. It was a girl with a
slightly snooty-look, a straight nose and black hair, in the same school
uniform as them.. and then she suddenly saw the car's turn signal go on.
The car began to move.. it was going to go right into their lane.. right
into THEM! The driver wasn't paying attention..!
Oddly enough, Michiru thought she saw a smile on the face of the
girl as the car cut into them...
"Haruka!" Michiru grabbed onto Haruka tightly, feeling her heart
start to pound. She KNEW that Haruka was too skilled for this to be a
problem, but she couldn't surpress a stab of fear...
Hissing, Haruka accelerated HARD, and yelled back "Hang on!" She
shot ahead into the lane, thankful that there was space to move, and
weaved around two lanes, putting several cars between herself
and the inattentive driver...
Finally Haruka saw the black car that had nearly gotten them both
killed was well behind in the flow of traffic, gone. Haruka regretted
not being able to see its license number. "Dammit," she finally breathed,
blood roaring in her ears. Where Michiru was pressed against her, she
could feel her heart pounding hard. "You okay?"
Michiru took in a deep breath and nodded, relaxing her grip a little.
"I'm alright. Ara, that was a scary few moments!"
Nodding, Haruka muttered, "Yeah.." Inwardly she was seething. She
didn't like the thought that if she had been even a moment less alert,
Michiru could have been injured... Glancing down, she suddenly noticed her
speedometer was up to 100kph. The engine sounded as agitated as she felt,
so she eased up on the accelerator, dropping her speed slowly to a
more comfortable 70kph.
Michiru couldn't wipe the smile that she'd seen out of her mind.
It lingered there, burned into her eyes as they moved further on the road:
an arrogant, amused smile of expectation...
As if she knew what would happen, and WANTED it to, Michiru thought
with a shudder..
*
The school's front gates read, in bold Japanese lettering, the legend
"Fuyurin Azoran." The building was actually a dual structure, two individual
buildings mated by a glass walkway separating the upper and lower classmen's
halls. The original building, housing the lower classmen, was clearly older
by the more detailed architecture; the newer building added to house the
upper classes was more dull, prefab with less attention given to design
and more to form.
Haruka eased the white and gold motorcycle off the road
and into the parking lot, letting the motor rumble to a halt as she removed
her helmet. The gold loop earring in her left ear glittered in the morning
sun.
Michiru dismounted, and took off her own helmet with an exhale,
shaking out her long hair. She placed the helmet inside the heavy plastic
saddlebag cases over the bike's back wheel and removed her satchel from it,
as well as Haruka's school jacket, neatly folded into a small square bundle.
She shivered faintly, turning away as her partner unzipped her riding leathers,
while the wind kicked up a scatter of orange and gold leaves around them.
"Cold, Michiru? I sure as hell am."
Haruka shuddered openly; the thin white shirt, yellow tie and black
slacks beneath just didn't cut it, heatwise. After handing the riding gear
to Michiru and getting her school jacket, Haruka slipped into it and rubbed
her arms, brr'ing.
Michiru moved closer to Haruka, and nodded. "That little dance this
morning added a little chill to my blood too.." She turned to look at the
school, and the students filtering in, listening to them muttering about
the cold. She sighed faintly then, tugging on the long sleeves of her
cream-colored shirt.
Haruka put a warm hand on her shoulder and squeezed. She smiled
down, "You know I wouldn't let anything happen to you.. not when *I'm*
driving. Let's get inside, huh?"
Michiru looked up and nodded, pulling a small gold ornament out of
her pocket and using it to pull her hair back, clipping it into place.
This was a ritual for her; she hated the drab earth toned colors of her
uniform. She liked to think that the hair clip, sparkling with three brilliant
emeralds, brought a touch of elegance to her aquamarine hair- and it was
also her small gesture of defiance against the school dress code. Haruka
had been asked to remove her earring once (of course, she had protested
so long and loud the administrator had backed off)- now, Michiru wore her
clip to support Haruka and flaunt the code even more openly...
A girl suddenly bumped her shoulder too closely, jostling her;
Michiru stumbled a little and could only catch a glimpse of startlingly
bright red hair, as waved as her own, before the girl slipped into the
throng of students heading for the lower classmen's hall.
Haruka frowned. "That's pretty rude."
Michiru just shrugged. "It's not worth bothering over." Turning
her head, she idly attempted to track the redhead for a moment, but
gave it up as the bell rang for first period..
Haruka looked after the girl and shook her head annoyedly.
*
Yeah, I guess you could say that Michiru and I are pretty close. I
mean, we almost can't help but be that way.. because of our past together.
And I really wouldn't have it any other way, myself. I've met and known
a lot of foolish, shallow girls in my life... and all of them seem to
be interested in the same shallow things... but Michiru's not like that.
I still feel bad for treating her the way I did when we first met. But
that seems like a long time ago now..
As long as we're together, we can do anything...
*
God, look at them. Look how they behave.
That was the only thought that Tochi Fukami could think as she
watched Haruka and Michiru enter the school together, standing close
like lovers, smiling at each other. They moved like arrogant nobility
through the hall, Haruka blatantly wearing the school's male uniform,
and still somehow managing to look right in it.
Her hazel eyes tracked them, her books heavy in her hands, but
she didn't feel the weight. Her blood rushed in her ears and her
heart was beating furiously.
The duo passed by her, unaware of her scrutiny- or uncaring; Fukami
couldn't tell which it was. They touched hands for a moment amidst
a swarm of gossiping, giggling schoolmates, then turned their backs on
each other and went to their seperate classes.
Fukami shook her head, startled out of her daze. She scurried off
to her class, long black braid flipping against her back as she ran easily
down the hall...
*
Several hours had passed, and Michiru was utterly, completely
BORED. Sitting in the joined study hall between the upper and lower
classes, she suppressed a quiet yawn and blinked her eyes a little.
The teachers here, she thought again, were nothing compared to her tutors
at the Mugen Gakuen. Their materials were outdated, their flair for
teaching nonexistent. Even given the motivations and eventual end
of the Mugen, at least she had been CHALLENGED there. She had LEARNED
things, real lessons both academic and personal.
In a way, she even thought that she missed it...
Nevermind, at least this study period would provide her a respite
from the drudgery. A chance to read and think in peace, in almost perfect
surroundings: a beautiful dimly lit library, with row after row of
bookshelves, high ceilings and low hanging old-style lamps. Long tables
and wooden chairs were another touch she appreciated; Michiru held
attention to details in high regard.
Putting down her book on ancient civilizations, Michiru idly
looked around the hall. For a moment, her eyes were caught onto a
familiar face- a gentle-looking young girl with blond hair pulled up
tightly into two 'tennis-ball'-shaped piles on her head, long streamers
of yellow hair falling behind her back. Michiru blinked for a moment.
Usagi? Usagi's been at this school and I didn't notice after two
weeks?
Michiru looked back at the secret princess of the Moon. Usagi
seemed to have a miserable, haunted look in her eyes, and was gazing
without seeing at another girl a few seats away. Michiru tracked the
line of sight from Usagi to the girl-- who had painfully bright, waved
red hair. She recognized immediately that this was the girl who had
jostled her earlier in the day; seeing her face now, Michiru was
startled enough to gasp out loud.
The girl had noticed her glance and turned around, staring
right at her with golden eyes that burned. She looked enough like Michiru
to be her twin, done out in fire reds instead of aquamarine blue and green...
She was also quite clearly AMUSED by Michiru's scrutiny. The arrogant tilt
of her nose and the glitter in her eyes shot a look back as if to say
that she enjoyed being watched...
Inexplicably, Michiru thought, "Sister of fire"..
Michiru blushed, quickly turning her gaze away.
Cold... there's something really wrong about that one.. and I think
Usagi knows it too.
Glancing at the back of the fiery girl's head, Michiru wondered if
this was the new enemy that she and Haruka had sensed. A boy in a seat
behind her tapped her on the shoulder, startling Michiru; she turned
around with a gasp, a harsh remark on her tongue..
... and then it died away in her mouth as she suddenly found herself
staring into the deepest sea-green eyes she had ever seen in her life.
Eyes pale as green ice, but deeper even than Haruka's, and stronger- they
dragged her in and held her with terrible pressure.
She dimly saw that the boy was wearing an upperclassmen's uniform,
even more dimly that he had short dark hair, as he smiled at her and
whispered, "That girl over there.. that's Honoo Asahi. Lots of kids
around here like her for some weird reason."
Michiru nodded numbly, her blue eyes wide. She wanted to turn her
head away but she couldn't, a tremendous roaring, crashing wave pouring
from him and breaking against her mind to wash away the world. She
wanted to speak but her throat was choked to silence, she wanted to push
out of the chair and leave but she couldn't sense her body..
The sea... the endless tide... she was being hit with it full force,
all of its terrible majesty and power!
There was nothing around her now but his searing eyes, and the sound
of her own heartbeat as it pounded furiously and loudly in her chest,
merging with the tide in her mind. He had her, and she couldn't resist:
those eyes... god, his powerful eyes.. where had she seen them before?
She couldn't remember.. it was so hard to think.. but there was
an aching tang of rememberance, a memory just out of reach, the same
that she had felt long ago when she had first met a track racer named
Ten'ou Haruka...
Michiru staggered inside her mind, fighting against the waves.
What is this?, she thought frantically. Suddenly, the boy looked away,
elsewhere, and the spell between them shattered. Michiru almost fell out
of her chair, the sensation of release was so powerful. Her mind, and
the world, rushed in like a counterwave to the endless tide, refilling
her eyes with vision, her throat with a voice, her body with feeling.
Immediately she turned away, putting her hand over her heart, gasping
for breath. She knew that she had narrowly escaped something.. but she
had no idea what that something was, and that frightened her.
Her thoughts instantly shot to Haruka, and fear for her safety.
If she could be overwhelmed, so could Haruka..
Meanwhile, the boy with ice-green eyes turned his gaze away from
the girl who was sitting next to him at the table, and back to the back
of Michiru's head. He smiled.
Not bad, for an opening move...
*
On the other side of the school, Haruka was bent over in the
locker room, getting ready to change out of her tank top and shorts
that she had worn for gym class. She was in the middle of untying a shoe,
leaning up against a locker with her foot planted on a bench, when she
heard a voice call her name from the side.
"Ten'ou Haruka..."
Michiru! Haruka thought, looking up with a smile. She was about to
ask what she was doing here when she suddenly saw clearly that it wasn't
Michiru at all, but a short girl with long braided black hair, and hazel
eyes, wearing the girl's uniform of their school. Haruka thought she
looked vaguely familiar but couldn't place the face. Frowning, the
blonde nodded. "Yeah, that's me."
What on earth made me think that was Michiru's voice?..
The girl confronted her with an odd, almost sarcastic expression.
"I hear you're a pretty good runner." She moved forward a step
challengingly, and pushed back her braid, which Haruka found amusing.
Haruka straightened up to her full height and peered down at the
girl, crossing her arms over her chest. "People say that. You have a
problem with it?" She smirked at the girl's reaction of surprise.
Well, whoever this is, she's either going to back off, or go ahead
with it, Haruka thought knowingly. She'd been challenged enough times
in her life: for being a woman competing in sports events, for wearing
masculine clothes, for looking too much like a guy and talking to someone
else's girlfriend... It was just a part of the rough and tumble of her life,
but it had also made her a good judge of character. She thought that this
girl would probably back down-- but she couldn't be entirely sure...
The girl said, "I'm challenging you to a race between the two of us.
My name is Tochi Fukami." She sounded coldly angry as she talked. "Before
you came here, I was the best runner, but now everyone talks about how
great you are. So, I'm going to prove that I'm the better runner. Are you
up to my challenge, Ten'ou Haruka?"
It was Haruka's turn to look surprised. She blinked and scanned
Fukami's eyes. She was SERIOUS, there was no doubt about that. She meant
what she said, and she wasn't going to back off. So Haruka just shrugged,
"Fine, whenever you want."
Fukami flipped her braid back over her shoulder again; Haruka noted
it as a nervous tic. "Right now. I want to get on with this."
The tall blonde nodded, feeling herself getting annoyed. Who on
earth was this little pipsqueak to be challenging HER, anyway? "That's
fine with me. We'll make this fast."
And I am NOT going to lose, Haruka thought.
*
No, I won't lose. But.. this seems like it's happened before. I've
felt this before...
They took their positions on the race track, the cold wind blowing
over both of them, and the Sun shining down without warmth. Fukami called
the countdown, and on three both darted forward with a massive leap. Haruka
easily slid into the lead, her longer legs giving her advantage.
She laughed softly, to herself. This was so easy. Fukami was going
to share the same fate as everyone else who challenged her; she was going
to lose. Haruka's feet only touched the earth for a moment at a time; she
was the wind, unbeatable, and she moved with the great strength of the
earth pushing her up, supporting every step..
The ground shook beneath the feet of the two runners, each touch
of shoe to dirt a thunderous blow. Fukami was giving it her best, gaining
until she was able to stay shoulder to shoulder with Haruka, though
she was clearly exerting much more energy; she was drenched in sweat, with
a miserable expression on her face. She had no way of defeating Haruka
fairly, she could see that- of the two, she had always been the weaker...
So Fukami reached out her will to one of the larger stones on the
side of the track, and while still running compelled the stone to bounce
up and strike Haruka in the back of her lower calf.
Haruka yelped, and stumbled. It was just enough. Fukami pushed ahead
and strode over the finish point in first place. As she turned back, the
cold air cooling her sweat, she saw the fury in Haruka's eyes, and could
not keep herself from smiling...
She waited for Haruka to reach her, then put on a concerned face,
brushing her bangs away from her forehead. "Are you alright? What happened?"
Haruka pushed her aside, growling, "Nothing. I'm fine." Fukami
could see a little trickle of blood and a dark spot about the size of a
100 yen coin on the back of Haruka's leg as she sullenly limped away.
Inwardly, Fukami was celebrating, and as soon as Haruka was out
of sight, she started to laugh out loud, a cruel grin of satisfaction
crossing her features. "So much for the mighty Haruka!"
Her opening move had been a success...
*
The next class passed in a dull blur for Haruka, a long stream of
routine question-and-answer sessions. Her mind was too angrily preoccupied
for her to pay attention, too busy masochistically replaying Fukami's smug
little grin as she crossed the line first...
It was unthinkable, unbelievable to her that she had LOST. She had
been in the lead. She should have won rightfully. But her mind insisted
on rubbing it in over and over, and no matter how many times she saw it,
or how many mental angles she viewed it at, the end was always the same.
Fukami had beaten her.
I'm not going to forgive this, Tochi Fukami, Haruka thought angrily.
You're on shaky ground now. Give me just ONE excuse, and I'll BURY you.
*
Fuyurin's lunch bell hadn't even rung twice before Haruka was
out of the school, meeting Michiru in the outer courtyard. They embraced
with their eyes, each relieved to see the other.
Michiru had stretched out a blanket and laid out a modest picnic-
style lunch, setting a green and gold lunch box down before her partner.
She smiled warmly, but seeing Haruka's scowl, her own face dipped into
worry. "Something happened..."
Haruka knelt down on the blue cloth and sighed. "This little twerp
of a girl here challenged me to a race... and I lost."
Michiru blinked and put her hand over her mouth. "Oh no."
Haruka's eyes flashed. "She MUST have cheated. I was winning, there's
just no way. I just don't know how she DID it."
Gently, Michiru shook her head and held out a pair of chopsticks.
"Don't let it trouble you too much, Haruka. It's not as if it were a
professional competition."
Sighing, the blonde nodded unwillingly and took the offered utensils.
"I know. It just burns me up. If you could have seen her smirk.." She
removed the cover of her lunch box and stabbed at a piece of fried shrimp,
savagely biting it in half.
Her own lunch unopened in her lap, Michiru regarded her partner
worriedly. Looking aside, she breathed in deeply for a moment and then
murmured, "Something happened to me as well today.. in study hall."
She described what had occurred, and watched Haruka's scowl shift into a
much more severe expression of anger.
Haruka reached her hand into her satchel and produced two bracelets,
fancy watches with flipup covers of an elaborate design. Reaching for
Michiru's hand, she pressed one of the bracelets into her partner's palm.
"We'll need these again. What you just told me.. I think it sounds like
an attack against you. If that's the case.. "
"Do you think we have new enemies?" Michiru wanted to know.
Haruka looked around and ran her hand through her hair. "I don't
know.. but it *feels* personal. The fact that we were both attacked in
one day, at almost the same time.. we can't ignore that. And furthermore...
I won't tolerate anyone doing things to you like that guy did..."
Nodding, the quiet green haired girl slipped the band of the watch
around her right wrist, and tapped a small button with her fingernail.
The surface of the watch glowed and then faded. Haruka did the same.
"Don't worry," Haruka said soothingly, "With these, I can always
make sure that you're okay. No one is going to do that to you again,
Michiru."
Michiru smiled sweetly. "You don't have to protect me, Haruka.."
"Of course I don't. But I want to." Haruka's tone was deceptively
casual, almost light... but her eyes were fierce.
Michiru blushed, and for a moment the world again retreated, but
this time, there was no overwhelming, crushing pressure, no dragging
undertow. Haruka's eyes projected only quiet warmth and strength to her.
This pause was fleeting, meaningful, a gentle moment where all the world
existed merely as a painted backdrop for them both, and rose petals carried
to them by the wind drifted past them...
Then, suddenly, both Haruka and Michiru's exquisitely crafted watches
began to beep. The shrill tone cut through the moment, and the two
almost literally jumped backward, their eyes breaking apart, the contact
lost.
Haruka looked at her partner in alarm.
Michiru said quietly, "This is too much to be coincidence."
Gulping down the other half of the shrimp, Haruka flipped open the
blue and gold cover to her watch, listening as a familiar high voice yelled
out, "Minako!... *bzz*.. need V... right now!!"
"That's Usagi," Michiru gasped, her eyes widening.
Nodding, Haruka ran her hand through her hair. "I think we're being
herded into something.. don't you?"
Michiru held up a metallic blue wand about seven inches long, tipped
with a blue crescent moon bisected by a blue ring, and tipped with a six-
pointed gold star. She smiled thinly as light flashed from the tip. "It
appears we may meet our new enemy today.."
Producing a matching item, the same metallic blue, but topped by a
round ball crosssectioned with a 'v' wedge, Ten'ou Haruka nodded. "It can
appear if it wants. After the day I've had, I'm in the mood for a fight."
Both girls got up, abandoning their lunches, and moved to a nearby
area well obscured from prying eyes by thick foliage. Michiru glanced at
Haruka and said softly, "It's been a long time." But the blonde just grinned.
"It's just like old times, Michiru- nothing's changed. Let's do this."
Together they pushed their wands to the sky, crossed them together.
"Uranus planet power... MAKE.. UP!!"
"Neptune planet power.... MAKE.. UP!!"
Michiru and Haruka lifted their heads and traced circles of light
in the air around their bodies with their wands, each girl privately
shivering as long stilled secret powers awoke and flooded through them. In
spiraling columns of yellow earth, Haruka's body was engulfed; simultaneously
Michiru was submerged in spinning and hissing water, and vanished into the
tide..
As their powers took and changed them, Michiru flipped her hair
back over her shoulder, smiling mysteriously as a thin layer of ice broke
away from her lips, leaving them glossed and glittering in the cool sunlight.
Haruka covered her face with her newly gloved hand and flipped upward,
pushing her bangs out of her eyes, her short hair rippling as if hit by a
fan. She grinned as the same icy sparkle burst away from her lips...
Michiru and Haruka were no more. Now clad in gold tiaras, slim
neck collars, short white gloves, white bodysuits and short skirts of dark
green and blue, along with matching 'capes' tied down in large bows over
their chests, Sailor Neptune and Sailor Uranus touched down to the grass,
flashes of light shooting out from below their heels..
Uranus punched her fist into her hand and smirked. "It's
good to be back. Let's go, Neptune."
Sailor Neptune just smiled sweetly, nodded, and leapt up into
the air..
*end chapter one*
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Michiru: "Some very strange things are happening to me... Haruka,
the danger is getting closer!"
(shot of Michiru, unconscious, being taken to a hospital on a stretcher)
Haruka: "It's all my fault.. If I had been there, I could have stopped
it from happening.. now I can't forgive myself.. or the ones
that did this."
(shot of Haruka banging her hand helplessly into a wall.)
Next time: "The Sleeping Beauty Strategy: Kaiou Michiru"
The movements of the Outer Worlds point the way toward the New Age...
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--Celia
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Celia Stingray, crazed writer/otaku of BGC and Sailor Moon (heh!)
Worshipper of the Outer Senshi (her codename is Michiru!)
Email: celia@teleport.com or cspray@efn.org **THE SM DUB SUCKS!**
Current Projects: "Sailor Moon Ace"/"Sailor Duo"/BGCMuck/BanzaiMUCK
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