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[Scygnus Darkhawk]

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ôNo. She isnÆt.ö

Seems she's not really into the lesbianism of the others. It's a sad end to this chapter. Still, it's otherwise great. I'm assuming that she won't be back until her canon intro, keeping the story 'on the rails' as it were.

I think it's more reluctance to reveal her secret identity, since she's apparently been doing this before. And possibly fear of whoever burnt-face is or parole violations.

 

[ttestagr]

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Its stupid of her and loses a lot of points in my book, since she is mostly ignorant of the situation and exactly what is at stake. They are dealing with a worldwide conspiracy at the very least (Luna is aware from her research and has shared that knowledge with everyone), but Jupiter beat it before any of that could be told to her.

Anyway, Usagi losing her virginity to Naru was strangely fitting. Also hot, and I'm sad there isn't an addition in the lemon section. Naru getting gangraped and enjoying it... not so much. Too much like a bad doujin for my tastes.

 

[snthsnth]

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ôNo. She isnÆt.ö

Seems she's not really into the lesbianism of the others. It's a sad end to this chapter. Still, it's otherwise great. I'm assuming that she won't be back until her canon intro, keeping the story 'on the rails' as it were.

I think it's more reluctance to reveal her secret identity, since she's apparently been doing this before. And possibly fear of whoever burnt-face is or parole violations.

Yeah, upon rereading it does seem that way. She had been told that the disguise was magically delicious though, so sexuality seemed like a more likely cause.

 

[WarChild]

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From what is said in Spacebattles, burnt face is Balalaika, furthering the existance of Black Lagoon elements in the verse.

 

[Dark Knight Gafgar]

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Anyway, Usagi losing her virginity to Naru was strangely fitting. Also hot, and I'm sad there isn't an addition in the lemon section. Naru getting gangraped and enjoying it... not so much. Too much like a bad doujin for my tastes.

It was an orgy, not a gangrape.

 

[Fatuous One]

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Orgy implies a free-for-all. So unless all the men were also fucking each other, it was a gangbang. (Unless there were also other women, in which, sure.)

 

[Dark Knight Gafgar]

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(Unless there were also other women, in which, sure.)

There were.

"Sailor Moon!" Naru cried out before a female student dragged her deeper into the human pile.

 

[Fatuous One]

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Total orgy, then.

And gangrape was a total misnomer. You can't rape the willing.

 

[The Ero-Sennin]

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Total orgy, then.

And gangrape was a total misnomer. You can't rape the willing.

Not just willing, enthusiastic.

 

[sworded]

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Total orgy, then.

And gangrape was a total misnomer. You can't rape the willing.

Since they were all focusing on Naru so it was still a gangbang, just co-ed.

 

[ringlhach]

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Miss Murder. Heh. I get it, a murder of crows.

Either way, I noticed a couple of things. Up by the top of the first post, when you were talking about Rei's family, you capitalised "Father" but not "mother." Also, "Double Raider Kick?"

 

[Flamewolf]

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that's because the show's called kamen raider

 

[The Ero-Sennin]

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Disclaimer: This chapter contains thirty percent less hilarity and a hundred percent more Black Lagoon.


Beautiful Destroyer Sailor Moon
Infinite Justice

Support your local vigilantes.

[9.]


It had taken Mifune only weeks to dismantle the Washimine Clan after she had dealt a heavy blow to the Kousa Clan that saw its under-boss and half of its employees sent to prison. Yukio Washimine, the daughter of the Washimine Clan’s ailing leader, Ryuzo Washimine and ally to Mifune’s cause, made a simple request: dismantle her Father’s group so that he could be relieved of its burden. Tonight would be the final blow to the Washimine Clan, the under-boss and his subordinates were meeting to discuss choosing a successor.

“A dock yard at night, could you be anymore cliché?” Mifune, asked herself as she oversaw the arrival of the under-boss of the Washimine Clan, Tsugio Bando and two of his enforcers, a Kakihara-wannabe looking fucker and a much more professional-appearing young man. Others were arriving, the Second Lieutenant of the Washimine, and the leaders of the gangs they governed. There were twelve men in total including their most skilled bodyguards.

Twelve men and no doubt armed. Mifune would have to hit them faster and harder than usual.

This would be a piece of cake. She had come to their meeting place literally ready for a war, complete with body armor, helmet, and balaclava. She resembled more a special operations soldier than a vigilante, but prudence had always been her M.O.

“I don’t like being here like this,” one of the gang leaders remarked to Bando as they walked to where they would be meeting.

Bando, who had a Zen-like tranquility about him, turned his head to the man following him. “There will be no chance of trouble. Only a fool would attack us tonight.”

A fool did attack, when Mifune fell straight into the center of the group and sent several men flying in a flurry of punches and kicks. In the instant it took Bando and his two bodyguards to turn around, Mifune had already dispatched four men. The Kakihara-looking fucker grinned wildly, as Bando’s more professional bodyguard positioned himself in front of his leader.

“Aniki, stay behind me! Chaka, don’t get too close to her!” he ordered as he drew his pistol.

The Kakihara-wannabe fucker laughed as he reached into his pocket. “It’s her, that no-name bitch who thinks she’s the fucking shit!”

Another enforcer drew his gun to fire at Mifune, but couldn’t get a shot off before Mifune smashed him in the face with a tonfa. Another opened fire, the bullets hitting Mifune’s body armor and failing to stop her as she barreled into him and brought him down with a blow to the face.

Chaka stayed back as ordered, but he was eager to dive in. “Fucking military grade body armor, where did she get it?”

Yet another man went down, leaving Chaka, the other body guard Yoshida, and Bando to face Mifune. Turning to face Chaka, she wasted no time in charging him, her free hand drawing a stun-baton from her hip. At the last instant, however, Chaka drew a revolver with incredible swiftness and pointed it at her face.

“Bitch!” He yelled as he fired the pistol. He missed Mifune, having ducked under the line of fire before he even squeezed the trigger, and she swept him off his feet with the tonfa before jabbing him in the crotch with the stun baton.

Yoshida grimaced as Chaka screamed in pain before going limp. Kicking his gun away, Mifune rose and began to approach them. Yoshida remained tense, ready to fight, when Bando spoke. “You’ve caused us a lot of trouble, woman.”

Mifune kept walking towards them, not responding. Bando snorted. “You don’t even care about the consequences of your actions do you?”

Mifune said nothing and Bando shook his head. “You’re just an idealistic, naïve fool. Fighting for justice and shoving criminals off to jail like that will solve the world’s problems.”

“Shut up, don’t spew your nonsense at me,” Mifune spat back.

She then heard footsteps coming towards her from behind, fast. Turning around to face the threat, her eyes widened when she saw the gleam of a katana as it swept towards her. She jumped back with only an instant to spare, but the damage was done, her tonfa had been cut at the handle, and her stun baton had been cleaved as well.

Mifune stared at the swordsman who struck at her in shock; he wasn’t supposed to be here! “Ginji!”

She looked past him, and she paused when she saw Yukio Washimine emerge from around the corner of a warehouse. “Yukio-san? What is going on here?”

Blinding lights suddenly came on, spotlights bathing Mifune in a high-intensity beams and revealing how dire her situation truly was. She was surrounded on all sides and heavily outnumbered not by Yakuza, but heavily armed and equipped soldiers! Mifune quickly assessed the newcomers, they definitely weren’t Japanese, and their equipment was… Russian? What was going on here?

“Yukio-san, what is this?” she asked.

Yukio bowed her head. “I’m sorry, Mifune-san, but this has to stop.”

Another person appeared, a tall woman in a business suit with a large coat hanging from her shoulders. Mifune saw her face as she entered the light and immediately recognized the horrible burn scar that covered half her face. “… No way…”

The woman said something, it was in English, and Mifune could barely understand it.

Yukio, however, translated it for her. “The only reason you’re not dead, is because your friend convinced me to spare your life. However, that is the limit of my mercy; I don’t want you interfering anymore.”

Smoke from the cigar held in her lips trailing behind her, the woman walked up to Mifune as Ginji stood aside. Yukio was a step behind her, to provide translation.

Mifune was struck, as she stared up at the cold, stoic woman. It was like she exuded a presence of pure terror that gripped the young vigilante, leaving her helpless to do anything but tremble as she whispered her name. “B… Balalaika…”

The woman then reached up and unhooked her helmet, before pushing it off her head. Calmly, but without hesitation Balalaika removed Mifune’s equipment undoing it and letting it fall to the ground. She said something, and again Yukio translated.

“She’s impressed at your practicality. No ridiculous costume or anything of that sort.”

The body armor came off, and then Balalaika began to remove the clothes she wore beneath it, patting her down before tearing off her jacket, which was followed by the undershirt, and then her pants, pulled down to her ankles. Stepping back, Balalaika removed her cigar and then issued an order, which Yukio translated.

“Remove the rest, and do it quickly.” Yukio was unable to look now at Mifune.

Mifune stared at Balalaika and the latter nodded. Bowing her head in shame, fear, and anger, Mifune complied and removed first her sports bra and then–with hesitation–her panties. Balalaika said something, but Yukio didn’t translate it. Finally, Mifune stepped out of her boots and removed her gloves, before standing at attention.

Balalaika then gestured to the only article left, Mifune’s balaclava. Clenching her teeth briefly, Mifune rolled up the balaclava and then removed it, drawing a gasp from Yukio as she finally saw the identity of the Washimine’s scourge.

“M-Makoto-chan, you’re Mifune?” she asked Makoto Kino, as she turned her fear and shame into a hateful and defiant glare towards her.

“Why?” Makoto asked.

Yukio paused, and then bowed her head. “I had no choice, I’m sorry. Father, he found out that I was working with Mifune against the Kousa Clan. He and Hotel Moscow, they didn’t want you interfering, so I had to… it was this, or they were going to kill you, I swear!”

“It would’ve been better to die not knowing I’d been betrayed,” Makoto snarled at her.

Yukio had no response for that. Raising a digital camera, Balalaika immediately snapped a picture of Makoto’s face, startling her. She then began to speak, for Yukio to translate.

“She says…” Yukio began, her voice cracking slightly, “… If you interfere again with your vigilante nonsense, she’ll expose your identity. You and everyone you love will be marked and you’ll never know peace again. Moreso, if she needs you for anything, she will find you and you will serve her… you’re too useful to just let go.”

Gathering up her clothes and her helmet, Balalaika stepped back from Makoto and blew some smoke into the air. She then spoke to her some of the little Japanese that she knew.

“Walk home, girl.”


Makoto clenched her fist and then opened it as she sat in front of the desk of her probation officer, an overweight, buzz-cut sporting, and slovenly man with a perverted streak born from years of dealing with cases like hers. Makoto hadn’t made it home that night, in her haste to find clothes she had been arrested and charged with indecent exposure that put her in juvie for six months and probation until she was twenty.

“It’s been three months since you’ve gotten out of Juvenile Detention. Have you found a new school yet?” Koujiro Nagase asked Makoto.

Makoto stared at her hands, ignoring the man.

“Mako-chan, Mako-chan… did you hear me?”

She looked up at him. Because of her arrest and incarceration, she had been thrown out of her school, an expensive one that the inheritance left by her deceased parents had been paying for.

That was fine by Makoto; if she saw Yukio Washimine in person again she’d likely lose all control.

“No, I haven’t,” Makoto said to the man, before she looked at her hands, the same hands that killed a monster with lightning that she could control.

She still couldn’t believe that it happened, that yesterday that was her.

“Well, you need to find a school or employment by the end of the month or you’re going back to Detention. Also, your therapist called, you missed your six o’clock yesterday.”

Because she was killing a monster and saving hundreds of lives, one missed therapy session was a small price to pay in her book.

“It’s not like I need therapy.”

Koujiro smiled. “Of course, you can tell me all of your problems. Have you had any inappropriate urges, lately Mako-chan?”

“Fuck off,” Makoto snapped at his leering smile, oh how she hated this guy. She was just glad that he didn’t harass her like he did some of the other cases–she was “too young” for his tastes.

“At any rate, I’m going to submit an application for you to enter Juuban Junior High School. It’s a good school, despite its reputation. Supposedly there’s a bigger delinquent there than you, except she’s in good with the Superintendent General’s sister.”

“Oh, how nice…” Makoto just wanted to get out of here. There was so much to be done, so much she wanted to explore. “Look, is there anything else?”

Koujiro noticed Makoto’s impatience, and nodded. “There is, you received another letter from your friend from your old school, Yukio Washimine.”

“Burn it like the rest.” Makoto got up and grabbed her bag. “I’m out of here.”

“All right, see you Mako-chan.” Koujiro’s farewell fell on deaf ears, as Makoto quickly left the office.

Sitting back in his chair, the man sighed and snorted as he opened the aforementioned letter and pulled out the handsome amount of yen that had been inside it. “Suit yourself.”


Once outside the probation office, Makoto broke into a run, racing in the direction of her apartment as fast as her legs could carry her. She arrived in no time, slamming her door behind her and locking it before pulling the blinds in all the windows shut and running to the bathroom. It was there, with that door locked for good measure that Makoto pulled her transformation pen from her pocket and gazed upon it.

She had resisted even looking at it since she came back from her first battle against the Dark Kingdom, and had gone an entire day without glancing at her bag. But now, as she held it up, she could feel its power flowing through her.

Sailor Moon could demolish buildings with I-Beams, and throw train cars. She could survive being dipped in boiling asphalt and shrug off hits that could flatten a mountain, and that power was Makoto’s. There just was no limit now to what she could do, as said in one of her favorite shows, Mazinger Z… this was the power to be a God or a Devil.

Holding the pen up higher, she looked past it and at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She was a Sailor Senshi, and unless she gave her identity away carelessly it was ironclad. Everyone who witnessed Mifune’s unmasking that night could look her dead in the eye as Sailor Jupiter and never make the connection between her and Makoto.

Yes and there was nothing a single one of them could do to stop her either. Not the Washimine, not Ginji, not even that burned bitch. They could defeat Mifune, but there was nothing any mortal man, woman, or half-burned mutant could do in the face of a Sailor Senshi and her power. And there was no better time than the present to demonstrate it.

“Okay, let’s give this a shot.” She held the pen up high. “Jupiter Power, Make Up!”


“So, you can totally talk to them and everything?” Usagi said as she scratched the back of Phobos’ head. Or was it Deimos? Both crows seemed to answer to either just to confuse her, the little smartasses.

She, Naru, and Ami were gathered in Rei’s room and Rei was kind enough to bring snacks for everyone, though it all looked hastily brought from various stores.

Rei nibbled on the edge of a cookie. “Yes, they’re very smart and Phobos and Deimos are able to read though I don’t know where they learned. Since I learned they could understand me, I’ve been teaching the others how to read too.”

Ami, who was drawing Sailor Moon with the two birds, was fascinated. “That’s incredible, have you seen any results?”

“Some, but I’m not really good. I still need to figure out a proper lesson plan,” Rei replied, before she saw Ami’s eyes begin to sparkle. “Huh?”

“Oh please, can I help?” Ami’s eager request amused Naru and Usagi. “This is really amazing, to be able to educate an entire different species. Think of what we could learn from sentient crows!”

Rei stared at Ami; she was a little taken aback by her excitement. “Um, sure you can help me I guess…”

“Great, I can help you construct lesson plans and establish a curriculum!” Ami said as she set down her drawing pad and pulled out her super computer to begin compiling data. Naru looked over to Usagi and laughed, while Usagi just shook her head with an amused smile.

“It’s a rare thing to see Ami so worked up over something. Just go with it,” Naru assured Rei, who nodded back.

Naru looked over to Usagi. “So what are we going to do about Sailor Jupiter? Do you think we scared her off?”

“No, it’s something else. Sailor Jupiter was Mifune, you know, that vigilante girl who hit yakuza? She stopped because someone revealed her identity and blackmailed her. She’s going to be shy about giving her identity away after that.”

Naru hummed. “Wait, where’d you hear that?”

“Tuxedo Kamen told me last night.”

Naru let out a laugh. “Having secret meetings without our knowledge, Usagi-chan?”

“Well, I had gone out looking for him to thank him for all his help. When I did run into him, it turned out he was looking for me, and he told me some interesting things about Sailor Jupiter that she told him.”

Rei was stuck on the “Thank” part. “Thank him? How’d you intend to do that?”

Usagi smiled lecherously, and Rei broke into a blush. Naru laughed.

Ami didn’t like where this was going. “She might use her powers to go back to being a vigilante, and with that much power at her disposal, no one could stop her.”

“I have nothing against a fellow warrior of justice,” Usagi said, “But the Dark Kingdom is one thing, and a bunch of regular jack-offs are something entirely different.”

Ami nodded. “So then, what do we do if she starts going after yakuza?”

Usagi folded her arms and let out a comical sigh. “Don’t you worry; I just need to talk with her and everything will be fine.”

Putting her arm around Ami, Naru smiled and nuzzled her. “See? There’s nothing to worry about.”

“Hey… Naru-chan you’re in my way…” Ami, a blush on her cheeks, held up her arms so she could continue working her computer. Naru didn’t let go, but instead adjusted her hold on Ami so she could comfortably work. Ami didn’t protest further, and went back to working, and Naru winked to Usagi.

Rei, staring at the two girls, wondered if Naru was making a move on Ami.

Ami’s computer began to buzz, denoting an incoming call. “It’s Luna.”

“Wait, how is Luna able to use a phone?” Rei asked.

Phobos and Deimos shrugged their wings as Ami answered. “What is it, Luna-chan?”

“Hurry quickly! I’ve found Sailor Jupiter!” an alarmed Luna reported.

Usagi got up, and then turned to Naru. “Wow, sooner than I thought. Naru-chan, I’m going to need something from you.”

Outside a Gentlemen’s Club in Roppongi, a pair of Washimine Enforcers was sitting in their car, one of several Washimine vehicles parked outside the club. In one of the cars was Chaka, spinning the loaded cylinder of his revolver before locking it back in place, only to open it and spin it again. The man next to him looked over and smacked Chaka upside his head.

“Damn it, Chaka, don’t just play with your gun like that, it’s still daylight!” the other enforcer scolded.

Chaka shrugged his shoulders. “Man, it’s not like nobody knows. They see the cars; they know this is a Washimine spot, and even the cops know that the boss himself is here, bless his bad heart.”

Grumbling, the other enforcer gripped the steering wheel. “This is a bad situation. The Boss is still in a bad way despite his operation, if something goes wrong because of some dumb shit, he could keel over and die on the spot! Would you want that? Keep your idiot head together, and put away the damn gun, absolutely nothing can go wrong.”

Both then noticed something across the street, and looked over to see Sailor Jupiter standing at the edge of the curb. The enforcer, seeing the outfit, was completely perplexed. “What the hell is…?”

“Oh man, look at that hottie!” Chaka cried, pushing his partner’s face up against the driver’s side window in his effort to lean forward and get a closer look. “Damn, that skirt is short; I think I can see her panties!”

Arcs of plasma then crackled across her body, and both Yakuza froze. Chaka’s eyes widened. “Wait… wait… that’s…”

More arcs of electricity suddenly began to flash around her, and both men immediately realized that they were staring at the worst possible scenario.

“Oh shit.”


When I was a little girl, there was an accident that killed my parents. They were just unlucky, in the wrong place at the wrong time when a man decided he wanted to end his life. I was the only survivor.

It turned out that the man owed the yakuza ten million yen, and his inability to pay it up pushed him into a corner he felt he couldn’t escape, so he took the easy way out. Many lives were needlessly lost because of him, and his bad dealing. I found this out when I turned eleven, and when I did something just clicked in my head.

I was strong, really strong. It was the only reason I had survived the disaster. I realized that with this strength I could do something to prevent this from happening again and bring justice to those it had happened to.

It was foolish thinking but I had nothing to lose. I was an orphan and my extended family wanted nothing to do with me. I was shunned from the other kids and was often rejected by families looking to adopt because of silly things like my height or my headstrongness. I had nothing to live for, but justice.

I began when I was twelve, I already had been practicing martial arts since I was five, and I never stopped. Learning to apply it to the real world was easy enough, getting a hold of quality body armor and weapons were harder but doable.

My campaign started small, smashing up low-life gangs and moving on to the stray Yakuza who crossed my path was easy. When I began to make a name for myself, and got better at it, the thugs started coming to me.

In a few months, I had sent fifty people with hefty warrants in jail, and the police looked the other way. I had no name, but the internet was kind enough to brand me Mifune. It was my fault, whenever I was asked a name when in costume, I’d always make one up like the ronin in Mifune-san’s movies.

Then I met Yukio and Ginji, her bodyguard. The Washimine Princess had fallen in love with the romance of the vigilante and she sought me out. Her father was ailing, and their group was small, she wanted reduce the Washimine to ruin, so that it would no longer weigh on his already poor health. I warned her that it would mean him going to prison but she responded that it would be fine.

Ginji would have no part of it, but he was loyal to Yukio above all else as her protector. He probably knew the ambitions of two idealist girls was futile all along, and stepped back to watch it run its course. Whatever the case, we unleashed our combined strengths onto the rivals of the Washimine Clan, the Kousa Clan, and smashed them.

No one knew who Mifune was, who she was working with or how she could do it. For a while, they actually thought there was more than one of me. I could barely imagine their reactions if they found out they’d been beaten into the ground by a thirteen year old girl. I destroyed half the Kousa Clan’s manpower in a month, and sent some of their biggest names to jail.

My victory over the Kousa had made me overconfident, and stupid. I never anticipated that they’d go so far but apparently I was that good. Wrecking the Kousa Clan suddenly freed up territory, and the Russians were dying to fill it to gain a foothold.

The Washimine begged them for help with Kousa territory as their payment, and the Russians sent in that burnt-faced woman, and the rest is history. She found the connection between Yukio and Mifune before I had even finished with the Kousa, and she let me do damage to the Washimine to free up a little more space before she brought the hammer down.

I don’t know why I’m still alive, or what Yukio said or did that kept that woman from killing me where I stood, but it was a mistake. Now I’m even stronger, and there’s no way to connect Sailor Jupiter to my real identity unless I give it away.

Staring out the window of his apartment, Mamoru weighed on what Sailor Jupiter had told him, after the two had left the other Senshi behind. He took a sip of water from the bottle he held in hand, and let out a hum.

“So you’re going to get revenge,” he said to himself, echoing his words as Tuxedo Kamen.

This isn’t revenge, it’s just continuing what I had always intended to do.

Mamoru rested his arms across the couch and stared at the ceiling, memories of a brilliant kingdom, its ruination, and a beautiful princess flashed through his thoughts. He repeated what he said to Sailor Jupiter.

“There are more important battles to fight as a Senshi.”

But this is my war.

Mamoru kept staring at the ceiling, and sighed. “Suit yourself.”

His cell phone, situated perfectly on the coffee table in front of him, buzzed loudly and Mamoru picked it up. “Chiba, what’s good?”

“It’s me, Reika. You have to get to Roppongi, fast, Sailor Jupiter just steamrolled the Washimine Clan.”

Mamoru’s eyes widened, and then he closed them to bring his fingers up to the bridge of his nose. “Okay then, let’s see what your war looks like.”


The doors of the Gentlemen’s Club were blown off their hinges, and both clients and employees were fleeing for the fire exits as Sailor Jupiter walked in, electricity crackling in the air behind her. Running to meet her were several Yakuza, all of them quickly producing handguns.

“What the Hell are you doing here?!” one of them yelled as she stared at them.

Another looked to the man who shouted. “Aniki, isn’t she a Sailor Senshi?”

“I don’t care if she’s the fucking Superintendent General! Protect the boss!” the first man yelled as he opened fire on Sailor Jupiter. The others joined in, but the bullets never reached Sailor Jupiter, the electricity that surrounded her body vaporizing the bullets instantly.

She walked up to the men as they ran through their magazines, and they realized their guns were having no effect. Grabbing one man by the arm, she electrocuted him with a non-lethal jolt and let him fall to the ground before she waved her hand and struck the other two, hitting them both with the power of a police-taser.

They said that the boss was here, what luck. She looked past the main stage and up to the second level of the club that over looked it. The mirrored windows of the VIP room were in plain sight. From the antenna sticking from her tiara, a burst of electricity shattered them, revealing a room full of Yakuza with weapons raised and ready to fire.

Sailor Jupiter leaped through the window effortlessly, and found Tsugio Bando and his right hand Yoshida standing protectively around an older man who appeared amazingly calm despite the situation. The other men in the VIP immediately opened fire with everything from pistols to a submachine gun, and the results were the same as before. In almost the same instant she dispatched them with a burst of electricity, dropping all but Bando, Yoshida, and the older man.

“Aniki…” Yoshida sputtered to Bando, who remained collected as Sailor Jupiter turned to face them.

“Ryuzo Washimine, I am the Senshi of Jupiter, and like the God for which it is named I wield the might of Lightning. This is the end of the road for the Washimine Clan.”

“You bitch!” Yoshida snapped at her. “Who do you think you are, declaring that?!”

“Yoshida!” Washimine snapped, quickly silencing the younger man. “There will be no need for that.”

He looked up at Sailor Jupiter. “So, it has finally come to this.”

Sailor Jupiter nodded, and Washimine stood. “When word first began to go around about you girls, we all feared this day would come… when you would grow bored with your monsters and attack criminals. I see however that you have a sense of mercy. You have not killed any of these men.”

“It is not my place to execute criminals. I only make them regret their life choices. You and all yakuza like you have built your lives off the pain and suffering of others. You espouse a self-serving code of honor, but in the end you’re nothing but bandits and murderers who devour lives solely for your selfish benefit. That is the very definition of evil.”

She pointed to him, electricity crackling up her arm to the finger she leveled to the stoic man. “Were I a lesser person, you would be a dead man where you stand.”

Washimine stared back at Sailor Jupiter. “You’re so young, but you carry so much pain.”

Sailor Jupiter let out a snort at that assessment. “My ‘pain’ has nothing to do with this-”

“You’re someone who has lost something dear, because of the Washimine Clan, yes?” he cut her off, “That is why you’re here, attacking us. Or is it yakuza in general?”

“I have no personal vendetta against you; I’m only doing what I must.”

Washimine nodded, and then sat down, cross-legged. Sailor Jupiter drew her hand back. “You call yourself an agent of regret. There is not a man here who is unfamiliar with it. Mine is that my daughter cannot even bring herself to look at me anymore.”

“Boss, what are you doing?” Yoshida called out, but was stopped by Bando. Sailor Jupiter paid the outburst no mind.

“She is a brilliant, beautiful girl; she loves philosophy, I can always find her in books on the subject. For her I built a lavish home, sent her to the best schools, and gave her all that she could want.”

“All of it with dirty money.” Sailor Jupiter did not waver; she let him speak simply to buy time for the inevitable arrival of the police.

“Yes, every yen came from this business. And for it I’m hated by the one thing that I did it all for, that is my sole regret in this life,” Washimine explained to Sailor Jupiter as he began to remove his jacket.

Sailor Jupiter snorted. “So?”

“The same hatred, I see it in your eyes. So allow me a chance to offer my life in apology.”

“Boss!” Yoshida cried out, horrified, “No, don’t do it! Not like this!”

“Silence, you fool!” Bando snapped at him.

Washimine rolled up his undershirt and produced from his discarded jacket a tanto, which he unsheathed. He then looked up to Sailor Jupiter. “The Washimine Clan will die with me, and it will be no more.”

Sailor Jupiter stared at the man and his tanto, and then closed her eyes before she knelt down and snatched the blade from his hands.

Holding it tightly in her grip, she clenched her teeth. “No, I didn’t come here to watch an old man die and call it justice served.”

Bando held back his emotions at Sailor Jupiter’s cruel retort, and he restrained Yoshida before he could further tirade against the Senshi.

Taking the Tanto by the blade, she whipped it into a wall behind her. “Your life is worthless to me.”

Hearing sirens outside Sailor Jupiter turned away. “Live with your regret, and suffer old man. Yours are nothing compared to the regrets of the lives you’ve destroyed. Reflect on that while you’re in prison.”

“How dare you?!” Yoshida finally managed to yell. “He offered you his life in atonement!”

Sailor Jupiter headed for the VIP room’s exit, but stopped as Yoshida continued. “Do you even realize the enormity of that you stupid bitch?!”

“I did not come here looking for anyone’s apology,” she answered without looking back.

Sailor Jupiter left the room. Yoshida struggled to his feet and rushed for the door. “Come back here you bitch!”

Bando got up. “Yoshida, don’t throw your life away and escape!”

Yoshida looked back as Bando knelt down to help their boss to his feet. “We need to escape here through the secret passage before…”

Washimine rested a hand on Bando’s arm. His free hand was clutching at his chest. “Bando, you escape as well…”

Bando looked to Washimine. “Boss, what is it?”

“That girl… she was certainly something else,” Washimine said with a smile before he let out a cough. Bando quickly realized what was happening. “I can only hope that Yukio’s hatred is that strong…”


Sailor Jupiter hadn’t stuck around, leaving the immediate vicinity and roof hopping a fair distance away. She leaned back against a stairwell wall atop a considerably high up roof, panting softly. She had done it, the Washimine were done for. All of their leaders at one spot, and she had only intended to make a statement. Letting out a laugh, she stretched her hands above her head and looked up at the sky with a satisfied smile.

“Ne, Sailor Jupiter.”

She looked over to Sailor Moon, who was leaning against the corner. “I saw what you did back there, nicely done.”

Sailor Jupiter smiled back to Sailor Moon. “Thanks, look I’m sorry for not hanging out with you today. I’m just really sensitive about giving away my identity.”

“It’s all right, Tuxedo Kamen told me about it,” Sailor Moon replied.

Sailor Jupiter pushed herself from the wall, in shock. “What? When did he-?!”

“Tuxedo Kamen and I talked yesterday, after you told him your story. He told me about your war on the Washimine and how Yukio betrayed you. I understand how it can be hard to trust anyone, after that.” Sailor Moon walked over to Jupiter, and patted her on the shoulder.

Sailor Jupiter sighed, and turned away. “Yes, it is. She was my friend in school, you know. Well, she was more just my senpai who tutored me, but… as Mifune we were equals, comrades almost.”

She looked back at Sailor Moon. “I’m glad you understand.”

Sailor Moon nodded. “Usagi Tsukino, that’s my real name.”

Her eyes widening, Sailor Jupiter stared at Sailor Moon in disbelief. Just like that, the spell that prevented the connection between Sailor Moon and Usagi disappeared, and it suddenly couldn’t be more obvious. Sailor Jupiter’s jaw fell. That violent yanki girl at the Running Dragon who she beat the crap out of regularly, she was Sailor Moon?!

Why did she not realize this sooner? “Why would you tell me that?! You’re an idiot!”

“I trust you. The other Senshi know who I am, you should too. You still don’t have to tell me yours.”

The more Sailor Jupiter stared at her counterpart, the more and more it just made sense. It was still hitting her hard. “Thank… thank you.”

She then reached up and gripped right arm just above her elbow with her opposite hand. “You know, it makes perfect sense now. You’re just so over the top.”

“Hey, if you got it, flaunt it. Though lately I’ve wanted to dial it back, it’s like every battle against the Dark Kingdom keeps getting wilder. The collateral damage I’ve caused is now in the billions of yen.”

“So that’s your reason for smashing a youma and everything within a half mile of it, huh, because you can?” Jupiter asked.

Sailor Moon nodded. “Yep, it sure is! But that’s okay; youma can take it–humans, not so much.”

“If you’re worried about that, I’ve got plenty of control. I only used enough power to incapacitate them. I know my limits.”

Nodding, Sailor Moon agreed. “I know, but we live in a very fragile world now. Even when we know our limits, something can break. Attacking yakuza like that, it’ll only be a matter of time before something goes wrong. It’s the reason I don’t do it. I can’t help myself sometimes.”

“I understand… but…” Sailor Jupiter sighed. “I’ll tell you like I told Tuxedo Kamen. I’ve made this my war, and I’m going to continue fighting it. I can’t do it as Mifune, but as Sailor Jupiter I can do so much more.”

Reaching into the collar of her uniform, Sailor Moon pulled out the Disguise Pen. “Sailor Jupiter should stick to fighting youma, but that doesn’t mean Mifune can’t come back.”

The pen was offered to Sailor Jupiter, who took it and examined it. “What is it?”

“It’s a disguise pen. It can disguise you however you like, and it has a few extra perks in it, like giving you the abilities of what kind of person you disguise yourself as, like a fighter pilot or a lawyer. But more importantly, no one will know it’s you unless you give away your identity.”

Sailor Jupiter stared in amazement. “So I can use this however I like?”

“It even changes your gender. Trust me, I’ve tried it.”

Amazing, so this was how she became G-Money USA and that Insult Comic woman. The possibilities were already running through Sailor Jupiter’s mind. “Incredible…”

Sailor Moon let out a small laugh. “So, continue your battle Mifune, and if you’re in a bind just call down the thunder as Jupiter. I was a little worried when I heard what you were up to, but…”

Sailor Moon smiled big. “You’re a warrior of justice worthy to fight alongside Kamen Raider.”

Sailor Jupiter smiled back, and they both shared gentle laughter. Then, Sailor Moon turned and began to walk away. “Well then, I’d better be going then. When you’re done with the pen, just bring it to the Hikawa Shrine and drop it off there.”

“Actually… I can give it back to you next time we meet at the Running Dragon.” Sailor Jupiter called. When Sailor Moon looked back, Jupiter took a deep breath. “It’s me, you know, ‘Miss Tokyo Tower’?”

It was Sailor Moon’s turn to be surprised as it all clicked. “No way… Mako-chan? Oh wow, this… oh my God… why didn’t I realize it sooner?!”

Sailor Moon buried her face in her palm and laughed. “Of course you’d be a Sailor Senshi! Why didn’t I realize it when I came up with my oh-so-brilliant way of figuring out possible Senshi? You’re the only girl I’ve ever met who’s beaten me in a fight! I should’ve had you figured out on the spot!”

Folding her arms, Sailor Jupiter smiled smugly. “Just like how I should’ve realized a nut-job like you would be a nut-job like Usagi.”

“Well then, now you’re definitely meeting with us tomorrow at the Hikawa Shrine. I don’t want any excuses!” Sailor Moon quickly declared.

Remembering her conversation with her Probation Officer, Sailor Jupiter’s smile turned into a big grin. “Oh, you’re definitely going to see more of me really soon. I’ll see you tomorrow, Sailor Moon.”

The two Sailor Senshi, exchanging farewells, quickly took off in different directions. Sailor Moon hopped across a few rooftops before she landed next to a large air conditioning unit. Hiding behind it, present but out of earshot the entire time, was Tuxedo Kamen.

“Thanks, sexy,” Sailor Moon said as she looked to him.

“You didn’t tell her to stop, did you?” Tuxedo Kamen asked.

“You and I aren’t in any position to tell her to stop. We’re all warriors of justice.”

Tuxedo Kamen conceded to that, and turned to leave. “You’re right. Well then, I’m off. Take care of yourself.”

Sailor Moon called after him. “Wait, Tuxedo Kamen, before you go…”

He turned his head to look back, and was immediately kissed by Sailor Moon. It was brief, but she made up for it by being very aggressive with it, and when she pulled away Tuxedo Kamen was speechless. Licking her lips, Sailor Moon smirked.

“That’s my gratitude for all your help, see you.” She turned and leaped off into the approaching night.

Tuxedo Kamen watched her go, then pulled the brim of his top hat over his eyes and let out a chuckle. “God damn… she’s even an amazing kisser.”


Sailor Jupiter had returned home and sat down on the bed in her small apartment. Lying back after transforming back, she held up her transformation pen in one hand, and then looked to the disguise pen in the other before letting both hands fall to her sides.

She could be a disguise master now, like Cutie Honey or Sokichi Banba. Her options were completely unlimited, but more importantly… she had allies now, people she could maybe one day call friends.

“Sailor Moon… Usagi Tsukino…” She smiled. “I thought I had a good feeling about you.”

There was a knock at the door, and Makoto sat up quickly. The only person who knew where she lived was her Probation Officer, who’d be at her door at this time of night? Quickly stashing away both pens, she got up and rushed to the door before securing the chain lock and slowly cracking the door. “Who is it?”

She froze when she saw a giant of a man standing out in the hall. Unlocking the door, she opened it to find Ginji standing in the doorway. “… How the Hell did you find this…?”

“Makoto-san…” Yukio Washimine then said from behind Ginji. “… I’m sorry to disturb you so late, but…”

Gripping the door, Makoto prepared to slam it in their faces, when she saw that Yukio appeared worn out, emotionally exhausted. Gripping the bottom of her school uniform’s shirt, Yukio sighed. “I just wanted to tell you that the Washimine is no more. A Sailor Senshi attacked during a meeting and Father…”

Makoto stared at Yukio, dreading exactly what she said next. “… And the shock was so much that he had a heart attack, and died. It’s all over now; you have nothing to fear from us anymore.”

Her green eyes growing wide, Makoto stood frozen in the doorway, as Yukio politely bowed and turned to leave… her bodyguard nodding to her and following him.


Far, far away, removed from the drama occurring in Tokyo, there was darkness, only darkness and the familiar sound rushing water. Eyes cracked open, and their owner realized that he was submerged in it and it was swirling around his body in unnatural ways, with currents going in entirely opposite directions across his body. The velocity of the water and its pressure held him in place but it wasn’t distressing. He felt safe here, like he was wrapped in a warm embrace. His eyes drifted closed again.

“Jadeite…”

They then shot open again, and Jadeite found himself staring at Thetis. She was in her human form and suspended in the swirling water directly in front of him. He realized that she was entirely nude, and so was he. He opened his mouth to speak, and found that he could.

“What’s happening? Where am I?”

“You were incinerated by Sailor Mars, you almost died. But Nephrite saved you at the last moment,” Thetis responded, her voice echoing in the water.

Jadeite didn’t remember that, he couldn’t remember a lot of things, only up to the day of the first disappearance. “I can’t remember…”

“That’s understandable; there was a lot of damage.” Thetis embraced him, and Jadeite realized that despite the fire he was perfectly fine.

“My body, it’s intact.”

Thetis nodded. “I was able to heal you by giving you my energy. I’ve been weakened quite a bit because of you.”

Jadeite was in disbelief at the enormity of Thetis’ sacrifice. To bring him back from the verge of death very well could’ve killed her. “Thetis…”

His arms circled the youma’s waist, and he pulled her closer to him. The water’s temperature seemed to increase with the blush that spread across her face, and she looked down at his chest. “Jadeite, there is something we should discuss.”

Jadeite hummed. “What is it?”

“Murid, Ramua, and the others, we don’t want to lose you. We came very close to this, and after Kigaan was defeated we realized that we can’t beat the Senshi. They’re too strong. So… we want to switch sides, and we want you to lead us.”

Jadeite stared down at Thetis, and tightened his hold on her. “I should kill you for even thinking that, Thetis. Treason is unforgivable.”

“Yes, but you care much more about your subordinates than you do for your superiors.”

Moment passed, and Jadeite rested his chin atop her head. “I’ll put together a plan for the defection, and then I’ll cut my own ties to the Dark Kingdom.”

Thetis smiled, and then nodded. She dispelled the water and Jadeite found that he was sitting atop a pedestal that the water, in the form of an orb, had been suspending him. He looked to the base of the water where he found Murid, Ramua, and his other remaining youma Balm, Iguara, and Kyurene waiting expectantly. Beyond them, leaning against a wall in the chamber, was another General of the Dark Kingdom, and his comrade, Nephrite.

“Nephrite…” Jadeite said as his relieved youma gathered around him and Thetis. “… Thank you.”

Nephrite cut him off. “Don’t thank me just yet; I’ve only pulled you out of the fire to put you back in the pan.”

Jadeite and the other youma froze, as Nephrite revealed the last thing any of them wanted to hear. “Queen Beryl wants to have a word with you.”


Usagi: Going out and fighting bad guys is fun and all, but it really should be left to the professionals, those that do it for a living.

Makoto: So support your local Fire, Police, and Medical services and don't forget those who serve in the armed forces.

Usagi: These people don't have cosmic powers of massive destruction, but they courageously put their lives on the line every day nevertheless. Those that put the lives of others ahead of their own are the true heroes at the end of every day. This is what Kamen
Raider has taught me!

Everyone: Sailor Moon Says!

 

[zeebee1]

The Ero-Sennin wrote a Sailor Moon Fanfic!

You just can't find good help these days. Everyone's too interested in fast promotions.

 

[ringlhach]

The Ero-Sennin wrote a Sailor Moon Fanfic!

I wonder how much of that Nephrite caught.

 

[zeebee1]

The Ero-Sennin wrote a Sailor Moon Fanfic!

It sounded like his youma defected to Nephrite and set up this fake revolt to get in Nephrite's good graces. Serving Jadeite was just going to get them killed.

 

[Dark Knight Gafgar]

The Ero-Sennin wrote a Sailor Moon Fanfic!

It sounded like his youma defected to Nephrite and set up this fake revolt to get in Nephrite's good graces. Serving Jadeite was just going to get them killed.

Then why were the other youma just as surprised when Nephrite dropped his Beryl bomb?

 

[Vexarian]

The Ero-Sennin wrote a Sailor Moon Fanfic!

1yaself for reading/writing sailor moon ero

 

[The Ero-Sennin]

The Ero-Sennin wrote a Sailor Moon Fanfic!

*Beheads himself*

 

[Dark Knight Gafgar]

The Ero-Sennin wrote a Sailor Moon Fanfic!

*Beheads himself*

That was a watermelon.

 

[lask]

The Ero-Sennin wrote a Sailor Moon Fanfic!

Hah! You think a Doombot can fool ME!

 

[The Ero-Sennin]

The Ero-Sennin wrote a Sailor Moon Fanfic!

Woo! Two Post Chapter!



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Disclaimer: I’m bringing funny back (Yeah!)


Beautiful Destroyer Sailor Moon
Relations Ship

The Lust Boat~!

[10.]


Properly cleaned up in a new uniform and everything, Jadeite entered the heart of the palace of the Dark Kingdom, a fortress that was currently lying beneath the bottom of the Arctic Ocean at a location humans referred to as D Point. The heart of the palace was a massive chamber that held thousands of youma that had been drawn from all over the world to the dark force that rest here.

At the center of the chamber lay the tomb of that dark force, Queen Metalia, and atop that tomb was the throne of her champion, Queen Beryl.

He teleported, traversing the youma horde instantly and appearing directly before the throne and suddenly the room felt much smaller like it was just him and her now. Beryl was on her throne, fiddling with a tablet PC.

“This era’s technology seems so primitive compared to the old days,” Beryl said in an aloof tone. She seemed a stark contrast to the well-dressed Generals and the gaudy, exotic attire of the youma, the Queen of the Dark Kingdom was dressed like an office lady on casual Friday.

She noticed Jadeite, and sighed. “But, it’s still useful and that’s important. Hello Jadeite, it’s nice to see you’re well, I was worried about you.”

Jadeite bowed his head. “Thank you, my Queen. How may I serve you?”

Beryl set her tablet aside and steeped her fingers. “I’m going to go straight to the point, Jadeite. Lately your operation has been getting manhandled by Sailor Moon and your inability to deal with the threat is painfully obvious. To be frank, she’s kicking the shit out of you and by extension us.”

It was true; Jadeite didn’t even bother to defend himself. Beryl continued. “But you’re not alone at least. Our North American operation was smashed to bits and Adonis was killed, and now that Sailor V chick is giving Nephrite trouble in Europe. This is just from one who seems to be very adept at making powerful allies wherever she goes. You’re going up against four, maybe even five, plus their helpful and handsomely dressed boy-toy.”

Jadeite looked up from his bow. “Wait… Adonis is dead?”

“Well, yeah,” Beryl replied as though it was a minor thing she forgot to mention. “He couldn’t pull it in this organization and that’s what happens to those who can’t. That’s also why I had Nephrite pull you out of the fire when you were given the Richard Pryor experience.”

Jadeite stared at her. “What?”

Beryl let out a groan. “I forgot, I’m talking to a man reborn as Japanese. I had your life spared because you can do something Nephrite, Kunzite, and especially Zoisite can’t. You can gather energy from large amounts of people in a non-lethal fashion.”

Jadeite nodded.

Beryl went on. “I can’t have scores of people dying left and right where they shouldn’t be. The American Southwest I could get away with, Mexico covers up things nicely, Europe with its Wizards, Nazis, and Vampires can also be swept under the rug, and the Middle East speaks for itself.”

“You, by comparison, have a cleaner and much more difficult job that makes you an invaluable asset. However, because Queen Serenity–the whore–had one Hell of a sense of humor and decided to have four of her strongest soldiers be reborn as fucking Japanese, we’ve been hit right in our soft underbelly.”

Jadeite was… a little offended. “It’s really more a case of bad luck, than anything else, my Queen.”

“I know that, I’m just frustrated and I needed to vent,” Beryl replied after an annoyed sigh.

“I had expected the Senshi to reappear where the battles were fiercest. Where lives were actually being lost wholesale and they could be brought down quickly by experienced and battle-tested youma like Zoisite’s.”

Jadeite nodded and finished. “Instead, they appeared in the one place you didn’t want them, where they could fight against youma in no condition for an actual battle and gain experience and strength.”

Beryl clapped her hands. “That’s right. This is our problem and now we must rectify it.”

“Do you intend to send stronger youma?” Jadeite asked.

Beryl shook her head. “I’m going to send a stronger general to deal with the Senshi while you continue your work. Nephrite is going to be reassigned to Japan and focus solely on destroying the Senshi.”

This was good, and bad. On one hand, Jadeite and Nephrite were good friends and he could probably avoid any suspicions, but on the other Nephrite was cunning himself and had a great deal of experience. This was going to complicate his plans. “I see, thank you my Queen.”

Beryl picked up her tablet PC and began messing with it again. “However, given how your last schemes have gone, I’m going to have to step in personally on your next one.”

“What?” Jadeite froze.

How was she going to get involved? This was even worse…

“Oh don’t look so trepid, this isn’t an episode of ‘Undercover Boss;’ I’m not going to actually take part. I just happen to have a plan you can use to gain the maximum amount of energy to fill your current quota.”

Jadeite stared at her, and Beryl groaned. “I lost you at ‘Undercover Boss’ didn’t I?”

“Yes, my Queen.”

Beryl buried her face in her palm and sighed. “Why did you have to be Japanese? I found Kunzite in Toronto. Toronto! I didn’t even have to drive that far!”

She lowered her hand. “Jadeite, do you know what humans expend the most energy on in their lifetimes? This is an easy question, with an easy answer.”

Even Jadeite knew the answer to that one. “That’s an easy one, courtship.”

Beryl clapped her hands together. “That’s right, and what better source of energy than hundreds of people desperately wanting to get laid?”

With a wave of her hand, she levitated the tablet PC and floated it over to Jadeite for him to look. “Nephrite the rich son of a bitch, managed to purchase a cruise liner for my plan. It’s very simple, you host a singles party on the ship, use some ‘Libido Enhancement’ to ramp up their baser desires, and then collect all of the delicious energy they’re going to expend in the process.”

That was actually quite brilliant. Why didn’t Jadeite think of that? Nevertheless, it actually gave him and his youma the perfect way out. “It’s an excellent plan, but why don’t we kill two birds with one stone?”

“I’m all ears,” Beryl replied.

Jadeite took the tablet out of the air and began to examine the details of the plan. “Why don’t we lure the Sailor Senshi onto the boat? We bring aboard some youma, charge them up with the collected energy and then put the Senshi in a situation where they’re handicapped. They can’t expect to go full-power on a boat full of people in the middle of the ocean, can they?”

Beryl mulled over this, and hummed in approval. “Fund it! If anything does go wrong, it can be written off as a disaster at sea, maybe even blamed on the Senshi! Jadeite, this is why I kept you around, you can make a good plan better.”

“Thank you, my Queen,” Jadeite said as he bowed reverently.

”Take Nephrite with you, and any youma you think you’ll need for the mission,” Beryl said, before someone called out.

“Oh! Can I help?” Jadeite’s blood ran cold when he heard Zoisite’s voice.

Beryl looked over to Zoisite, floating in the air surrounded by his pretty little cherry blossom petals. Jadeite was swearing in four different languages in his mind all at once. Zoisite continued. “My plant trio has been looking for a little payback against Sailor Moon.”

It went up to six different languages when Beryl began to hum in actual consideration.

Jadeite’s rage almost boiled over when Beryl decided why the hell not.

“You know what? Sure! Zoisite you get out there and tear it up. However, Jadeite’s in charge of the operation and Nephrite’s second in command, you don’t do anything unless they tell you to.”

Zoisite pouted in annoyance. “Fine, I guess. I’ll behave, but once any fighting starts I won’t be held responsible for my actions~!”

Jadeite raised his hand. “My Queen, reconsider. Zoisite isn’t the right one for this mission, he-”

“Has three youma that were trained by the DD Girls at his command. I want every base covered, and there’s no such thing a bad redundancy in a crucial operation.”

Still she was sure he was going to still bitch about it, so just in case, Beryl turned to Zoisite. “Zoisite?”

“Yes, my Queen?” Zoisite asked before Beryl raised her hand and suddenly blasted him with a beam of dark energy that knocked him out of the air.

Jadeite watched, as the dark energy that she struck Zoisite with spread out and then began to gather around his neck, forming a black, collar-like ring around it.

She then turned to Jadeite, and snapped her fingers. A small crystal dropped from the air and came to float in front of Jadeite. “If he or his youma misbehave, simply use this and Zoisite will be punished accordingly.”

Jadeite took the crystal, and looked at it. “Punished? What can this do to him that Zoisite isn’t already into?”

“You’d be amazed,” Beryl said as Zoisite got up, not at all looking happy with his new predicament. “There are things even a twisted little deviant like him can’t stand, we all have our weaknesses.”

She stared pointedly at Jadeite. “… And I know all of yours.”

Jadeite couldn’t avoid her gaze, and when he saw her red eyes he was consumed with an all encompassing fear. Those unnatural eyes, filled with wrath that burned like the surface of the sun, there was nothing more terrifying than to look Queen Beryl in hers. Seeing his reaction, she smiled and nodded.

“Now get out of my sight. I don’t want to see you again until the mission is complete,” Beryl ordered.

“Yes my Queen!” both Jadeite and Zoisite vanished in a flash, and Beryl summoned her tablet back to her.

Opening up a program, she sat back on her throne and sighed.

“… It’s been forever since I’ve been laid.” She pulled her stylus out of the PC and began to manipulate the cursor. Tapping the stylus on the screen, she hummed. “You know what? I think I should go out tonight.”

She looked out to her court of youma. “What do you guys think?”

A chorus of “Yes” and “Sure, why not” sounded. Beryl tossed her tablet behind her throne and got up. “Forget Farmville, then, I’m going to go get some dick!”


“A Scooby Doo villain wouldn’t fall for this trap.”

In a booth at Fruits Parlor Crown, an indignant Usagi was seated with Ami, Naru, and Rei. Rei and Naru were on one side, and Usagi and Ami were on the other. They were going over an unsettling promotion that began to air several nights ago for a Singles Party aboard a luxury cruise liner.

Ami set her computer and played the advertisement again. Shots of a luxury cruise liner, its interior and related imagery began to appear as Jadeite narrated. “Are you single? Are you hungry like the wolf? Or are you looking to add a third, or fourth, or even eighth to your complex relationship? Well Stanton Cruise Lines flagship, the M/S Maxfield, is hosting a Singles Party on an all night excursion. Once we cross into International Waters, there’s no telling what we’ll get up to.”

“That’s really him… that Jadeite guy,” Rei said in disbelief when she saw Jadeite, dressed as the captain of the ship, standing side by side with Thetis in her human form. “How’d he survive?”

“He probably bailed at the last second,” Usagi suggested over Jadeite’s voice as he talked about all of the features the cruise had to offer. “You’ll get him next time.”

Puffing up her cheeks, Rei pumped a fist as fire flashed in her eyes. “You’re darn right I will!”

Usagi nodded in agreement before she leaned back against the booth. “You’ll have your chance when we take up Jadeite on his little cruise.”

“Wait. We’re going into his trap?” Rei asked. Next to her, Naru removed her shoes and began to kick her feet idly.

Ami nodded. “We have no choice. Either we face him head on or he makes off with energy from scores of people.”

Usagi smirked. “It’s less of a trap and more of an open challenge when you think about it, and who are we to turn down a challenge? I mean, I’m never running from a real fight.”

Naru looked over, and then smiled. “Speaking of real fights, here’s your favorite.”

Usagi followed Naru’s gaze and sure enough there was Mamoru entering the restaurant from the stairs with Shingo and Reika in tow. As they walked past, in the middle of conversing among themselves, Usagi petulantly remarked. “Ugh, that’s just what I need, some garbage to walk in and ruin my appetite.”

Mamoru looked down at Usagi and smirked. “Huh, you’re in a bad mood, did you get dumped?”

“That’s none of your business.” She looked to Shingo. “Why do you hang out with this guy?”

“Because we share mutual interests, and Lord knows I need an older role model who isn’t a psychopath. Also, I think your friend there’s had a meltdown.”

Everyone looked to Rei, who was staring up at Mamoru like he was the most beautiful thing to ever have walked the planet. He was, at least in her and Mamoru’s opinions. “So handsome… so tall…”

He even had hair as dark as a crow’s feathers. Yes, he was definitely her type of guy.

“H-Hi! I’m Rei, are you single?”

Usagi pointed at Rei, horrified. “Treason!”

Ami sighed. “Here we go…”

Naru only smiled and watched the exchange, while she raised her feet off the floor beneath the table. A moment later, Ami jumped.

Rei, realizing what she said, quickly backtracked. “I mean, I didn’t mean to intrude. Just a guy who’s really handsome like you has to have a really beautiful girlfriend and stuff I mean unless you’re not into girls and you have a really handsome boyfriend–but I don’t mean any offense! I was just saying but if you’re not seeing anyone I guess that’s fine too, not that I was asking or anything…”

Rei buried her face in her hands to hide the blush that had erupted across her face over the course of her babbling. “Oh God I did it again.”

Shingo just stared at Rei, in seven kinds of disbelief.

Reika held fingers to her lips to stifle her giggle.

Usagi and Mamoru had the same expressions on their face as they beheld the blushing Miko.

So cute… Usagi thought.

… I want to hug and protect her. She's like an awkward kitten… Mamoru thought.

He snapped out of it and smiled. “Don’t worry, I’m not offended. I’m actually very single and I am amazed that one of the Dango-head’s friends can be this cute.”

A soft wisp of steam rose from the top of Rei’s head as she peeked up over her fingers at Mamoru. Her face was completely flushed now.

Steam was coming Usagi too, from her ears and nostrils as she got up to her feet and into Mamoru’s face.

“Make another pass you bald-headed creep! If you so much as think about Rei-chan with that suave, sexy as hell look on your face again I’ll show you a world of pain God only knows, you got that?!”

Mamoru just smirked as Usagi glared at him with all of her hate. Rather than escalate, Mamoru chuckled and turned away. “Let’s go find a table, you guys, hopefully on the other side of the room.”

Reika let out a pleased sound and followed happily, while Shingo grumbled something about Mamoru and Usagi shutting up and screwing already. Thankfully, Usagi didn’t hear it. “Yeah, walk away… sexy bitch.”

She sat down next to Ami and sighed. “Anyway… we should totally try to get hold of some tickets and infiltrate the ship.”

“But Usagi-chan,” Naru seemed amused by something as she talked, “The cruise is already sold out, isn’t it? And besides if it wasn’t it’s age restricted and we only have one disguise pen.”

Usagi grinned. “You mean one disguise pen and one cosplay artist skilled in the ways of makeup and dress-up.”

She turned to Ami, as if to indicate her, but found that she had her head bowed down and she was gripping her computer in one hand while the other was clamped on the edge of the table. Her face was as red as Rei’s was a moment ago, and she was taking deep, steadying breaths. “Uh… Ami-chan, are you okay…?”

Usagi stopped, looked down at Ami’s lap, and then to Naru, who was sitting directly across from Ami. “Ah. If uh… you two want to go to the girl’s bathroom we can wait.”

Ami quickly nodded, and moved to get up.

Both Rei and Usagi got up to let them out and both retreated off to the ladies room. Sitting back down Rei innocently looked after both girls and then to Usagi. “What just happened? I don’t get it.”

“You’re adorable Rei. How about I get you some ice cream?”

“Oh, alright I guess” Rei replied, and Usagi raised her hand to call the waitress.


A little while later, the four girls left Fruits Parlor Crown. Rei figured out what had happened fairly quickly when Ami and Naru had returned with the former’s hair tousled up and her clothes slightly askew.

She wanted to go on a mini-tirade about such lewd behavior, but she had long since meeting Usagi and her friends accepted that this was them. Furthermore, her mouth was full of hot fudge brownie sundae; it would’ve just been rude.

“My legs are still shaking…” Ami purred as she leaned against Usagi for support as they walked towards the Hikawa Shrine.

Usagi looked to Naru, who had a sunny smile on her face. “You’ve completely given yourself to madness, haven’t you?”

Naru was without a hint of shame. “You’re an awful influence, Usagi-chan. I should punish you later.”

A crowd was building in front of a small convenience store and the banners quickly explained it. They were having a contest for the few remaining tickets available to get on the boat. Usagi let out a hum. “Hey, it looks like we have a way in.”

Indeed, for even as they watched Makoto was trying her hand, spinning the box and hoping for a gold marble to come out. Unfortunately, a red marble rolled out and Makoto was handed some complimentary soaps. “Darn… well, so much for that.”

Taking her soaps, she turned to go to the back of the crowd when she noticed Usagi and the others. “Oh! Usagi, how’s it going?”

“Fine, uh…” Usagi stopped when she saw Makoto was in a black formal dress. “… Just get back from a funeral?”

Makoto nodded. “Yes, actually, Ryuzo Washimine’s funeral was today.”

Usagi nodded. She had heard about his death from a heart-attack induced by Sailor Jupiter’s sudden appearance.

It had shaken Makoto pretty badly, but the old man was in poor health anyway. Any severe shock could’ve taken him down, it was just bad luck it had to her.

“Wow, and you went?” Ami asked.

Makoto recalled stopping Yukio as she left, and inviting her and Ginji in for tea. By the end of the night, some of the old wounds had been mended; enough that she chose to attend the funeral. “I wanted to.”

“That’s so kind of you,” Rei said as she stared up at Makoto. She had known her for a few days now but still couldn’t get over how larger than life she was.

Makoto smiled to Rei and then looked over to the contest. “Thanks. Anyway, have you guys had any luck finding a way onto the ship?”

Usagi shook her head. “Unfortunately no, we might have to sneak on.”

Rei looked at the contest and hummed. “Let me try.”

With that, Rei left the group and headed over to the stand. After paying the man to play, she stepped up to the box and gripped the handle.

Usagi, Naru, Ami, and Makoto all watched as she raised one hand and began to focus her energies. Then, with a single quarter-turn of the handle, Rei watched as the golden ball rolled out and onto the tray.

Makoto stared. “No way, just like that?”

“That’s amazing!” Naru and Usagi called as the man running the contest happily announced Rei as the winner. Receiving her tickets, Rei bounded back over and held them up. Usagi immediately caught Rei in a hug.

“Rei, how did you do that?!” she asked as she looked at the two tickets.

Rei smiled and shrugged her shoulders. “I just used my powers to locate the gold marble. It was just a simple turn of the handle after that.”

She then held up the tickets. “But at least now we have a way in!”

Ami looked at the tickets. “There are only tickets for two of us, though. What do we do about that?”

Usagi hummed and then snapped her fingers. “I have an idea and it’s going to be awesome.”

She looked to Rei and Ami. “You two take the tickets and get on the ship when it sets sail.”

She then turned to Makoto and Naru. “The two of you, are going to come with me. We’re going to need a few things.”

Makoto hummed. “Like what?”

Usagi grinned. “Like a helicopter.”


The next evening, the M/S Maxfield was riding at anchor and in the process of boarding. Already present on the ship was Mamoru, who went straight to his quarters and rattled out a text message to Motoki and Reika.

“I’m aboard the Maxfield and in my quarters. I’m sure they won’t act until we’re far out to sea.”

He waited a few moments and a text came back from Motoki. “You keep us posted, and be careful out there, Mamoru.”

Mamoru cleared his phone’s messages and pocketed it. Since nothing was going to go down until they left, he may as well go out and mingle. Maybe he’d get some action out of it, it’d been a while.

After handing over their tickets and showing proof that they were above the age limit, Ami and Rei were in with the crowd heading up the steps to the Maxfield.

Rei was nervous about getting on a boat with so many people, and she was having difficulty hiding it as she held on to Ami’s arm.

Ami looked to her. “Are you okay?”

“No, I’m not.” Rei was just loud enough for Ami to hear. “I’m beginning to wish I had gone with Usagi and Makoto had gone with you.”

“Usagi picked us because we both don’t attract attention. As long as we stay out of the way, no one will notice us and we can move about the ship as we please before we have to act. You can do this, all right? Let’s just relax and enjoy ourselves.”

“Enjoy ourselves…” Rei then heard cawing, and looked up to its source.

A group of crows were perched on a crane nearby, flapping their wings and making a general racket to see her off.

“Oh, you guys…”

At the top of the steps they were greeted by the handsome captain and his officers, all who happened to be gorgeous women. Jadeite immediately nodded to the next group of boarders and repeated the greeting he had performed several times before.

“Welcome aboard the M/S Maxfield, I am your Captain Jay Taitou. Tonight we’re going to have a lovely cruise out into Tokyo Bay. The weather will be clear with calm seas. The ball room, restaurants, and other recreational areas are located on the A through C decks, but feel free to explore the ship yourselves. Please enjoy your stay aboard the Maxfield; we will take good care of you.”

Rei wanted to transform right there and incinerate the guy. That was definitely Jadeite. Still, she maintained her composure as she, Ami, and the other guests with them bowed graciously before him.

As the group went off, Jadeite brought his fingers to the bridge of his nose and sighed. “I accept that this is the role I must play but damn it, this is monotonous.”

“I agree. It wasn’t as fun as when we first got the boat and sailed it here,” Balm, a rather unfortunate looking youma who was quite beautiful in her human form, said aside to Jadeite.

The other youma giggled as they recalled the trip to port. Jadeite pulled his cap down over his eyes to hide the flush spreading over his face. “Any of you mention that again and I’m scrubbing the plan.”

The youma Kyurene said as she held up a touch-screen phone “I guess it would be bad then if I pointed out it’s already on the internet.”

Jadeite snatched the phone from her and looked in disbelief. “You filmed it?!”

“Why not, you and Nephrite were having so much fun” Kyurene said. “Not every day I…”

She cleared her throat and then spoke as though she were speaking through an auto-tuner. “Get to use my auto-tune~!”

“I hate all of you,” Jadeite grumbled, though he didn’t mean that at all. His youma all laughed again, “Now shape up, we have a cover to protect.”

“Yes, yes, we’ll never forget that we’re on a boat.” Murid taunted before Jadeite pulled her cap down over her eyes. “Hey!”

“I’ll never live this down.” Jadeite was resisting the urge to smile himself, though. The doors opened and the next crowd came aboard, regaining their composure, Jadeite and the crew performed their greeting.

Up on the bridge of the Maxfield, Nephrite was with Thetis and Zoisite, overseeing the operation from above. Thetis, who was using her magic to operate nearly every aspect of the ship, received a report from below. “Nephrite, we are nearly at capacity. We’ll be setting out in due time.”

Nephrite nodded. “Good. Have the final arrangements been made?”

“Of course, nearly everything from the food to the drinking water has been laced with the appropriate amount of… encouragement.” Thetis couldn’t help her giggle. “This is going to be quite the party. Are you planning on joining it when it gets underway?”

Nephrite shook his head. “I don’t want to be caught with my pants down when the Senshi arrive, so no thanks.”

“Oh, then can I go play?” Zoisite asked.

“No,” both Nephrite and Thetis quickly replied.

“Kunzite would let me have fun, damn it!” Zoisite yelled.

“Kunzite isn’t here. We want people’s energy, not traumatize them with your sadomasochistic kinks. You’re here to kill the Senshi, and no one else. Remember that,” Nephrite warned.

Zoisite huffed petulantly. “You’re holding a buffet right in front of me and telling me I can’t eat! I’m starving, Nephrite, starving!”

“He’s going to be like this all night, isn’t he?” Thetis asked.

Nephrite nodded and took a sip of wine from a quietly summoned glass. “What an annoying little bitch.”

“Just for that? One of these days I’m going to kill you,” Zoisite snapped at Nephrite.

In no time, the Maxfield departed and began its excursion out into Tokyo Bay. Many miles away, at United States Fleet Activities Yokosuka, Sailor Jupiter was expressing her disbelief at where Sailor Moon’s plan had gone.

“Okay, Sailor Moon, when you said a helicopter, I wasn’t expecting this, I really wasn’t.”

“For a mission of this importance, nothing short of a full blown military helicopter can do!” Sailor Moon replied as she and Jupiter walked up to the Maritime Defense Forces helicopter that would be taking them out to the Maxfield. Sitting in the pilot’s seat was Naru, taking the form of a female Maritime Defense Forces chopper pilot with the required skills.

Climbing aboard, they found Luna waiting on the bench with a pair of noise-cancellers on her head. Sitting down, both Sailor Moon and Jupiter donned similar headgear, and the former called to Luna. “Are you ready to go?”

“Of course I am! This is so exciting, let’s go and do this already!”

Sailor Moon looked up to the front. “Naru-chan, we’re ready when you are!”

Looking back, Naru nodded and winked before she lifted off and flew the helicopter in the direction of the Maxfield.


Rei had never been on a boat before, and it showed with how she tried to keep her footing on the gently rocking vessel. Ami, who had plenty of experience on the water, could only watch with amusement as Rei leaned against a wall to keep from falling over. “Ami, why do people like this stuff? Can’t they just have a normal party in a hotel as far away from the ocean as possible?”

“Don’t give the enemy ideas. Maybe you’ll do better after we’ve eaten.”

“Eat?” Rei turned to Ami. “I wouldn’t eat any food on a ship controlled by the enemy, it could be poisoned! Or it could turn us into youma! Or what if the boat suddenly sinks and I have to swim? I could get a cramp!”

Ami covered Rei’s mouth when people began to stare at the panicking girl. “Easy, Rei-chan, don’t attract attention! If there’s anything harmful in the food for human consumption, anything at all, then my computer will detect it.”

“I can’t help it, I’m afraid of the ocean,” Rei admitted, before she quickly retreated from her statement.

“I mean, I don’t like being on boats.”

Ami was surprised. “You’re afraid of the ocean…?”

“No I’m not!” Under Ami’s scrutiny Rei gave up. “Okay, I am! But the ocean is hundreds, thousands of feet deep and it’s dark, and there are sharks and giant squid and jellyfish and Godzilla and pirates! Pirates Ami! And not like Jack Sparrow or the Straw Hat Pirates! I’m talking about the mean pirates who shoot RPGs and take their hostages to Africa!”

Ami lightly slapped Rei. “Snap out of it! You’re overreacting!”

Rei slapped Ami back, not as lightly. “Don’t slap me!”

Grabbing Rei by the shoulders, Ami let out a long sigh and shook her head. “Rei-chan, this goes against everything I stand for, but I think you need a drink before you cause a scene and get us thrown off the boat.”

Rei paled. “Thrown off? They can do that? Make you walk the p-plank?”

She was completely clueless about cruise lines, which Ami could use to her advantage. “Yes. So let’s go to the restaurant and get you a drink to calm you down.”

“O-okay, I’m so sorry Ami… I’m just not used to being around so many people, and on the ocean no less…” Rei lamented as they got away from the crowds on the deck overlooking the sea and went to the interior of the ship.

I thought this would be the easy side of the job, but now I realize that I’m the one watching the socially inept miko whose best friends are crows.

“This is so embarrassing, so embarrassing…” Rei grieved as they approached the restaurant, Ami pushing her along as she buried her face in her hands. “I wish I could just transform now and… oof!”

Neither had been paying attention, and they had bumped into someone waiting in line to eat. Rei immediately looked up, her face flushed. “Oh no, I’m so sorry I… eep!”

Rei’s apology had died on her tongue when Mamoru turned to look down at them, and her blush spread almost entirely across her face. “Ah! Y-you’re the guy that Usagi hates!”

“Sure she does,” Ami quietly said.

Mamoru stared at the two girls, and then smiled. “Ah, you’re the cute girls who joined Dango-head’s gang. How’s that working out for you?”

“Great! I mean, the gang’s okay but–no! We’re not a gang!” Rei was already overwhelmed; Mamoru was just too good-looking for her to maintain any sort of composure.

Seeing this, Ami intervened. “That’s right, I’m classmates with Usagi and Rei is a mutual friend. My name is Ami, and yours?”

Ami blushed when Mamoru turned his smile onto her. “My name’s Mamoru, and Dango-head and I just have this weird mutually antagonistic thing going on. We don’t really hate each other; at least I don’t think we do.”

Both girls nodded in understanding, before Rei asked. “So… uh… what brings you aboard?”

Mamoru made no intention to hide his intentions. “The same thing everyone else here wants.”

Rei actually swooned, while Ami covered her face to hide her blush and mask her giggle. “You’re a dangerous man, Mamoru-san.”

“I’m not that dangerous,” Mamoru assured before the restaurant’s greeter called to him.

“Sir we have a table for you, party of three?” the young woman asked.

Mamoru looked to both girls and then gestured to them. “Care to join me for dinner?”

Now that they were out to sea, they couldn’t waste time flirting, Ami reminded herself. Rei, however, was completely taken in. “Of course we can! Come on, Ami!”

“Wait, what?” Ami asked before Rei enthusiastically dragged her after Mamoru and their server. “Rei!”

Mamoru glanced back at Rei briefly and then focused on the mission at hand. His mind was at work as he praised the providence of running into Sailor Mars. If Sailor Mars is here, that means the Senshi must be keen to the plot at hand. It has to be that, I’d expect nothing less from you, Sailor Moon. I’d better stick around with her

Ami just let out a sigh as she was dragged along; she may as well go with it. Hopefully the Dark Kingdom acted soon.



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Intermission! Go make a sandwich.

 

[The Ero-Sennin]

The Ero-Sennin wrote a Sailor Moon Fanfic!

Was it a good sandwich?"


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“Some folks are born made to wave the flag, ooh they’re red white and blue!” Sailor Moon sang along to the music in her headphones as she sat at the machine gun position on the helicopter, which skimmed the waves of Tokyo Bay. “And the band plays ‘Hail to the Chief’ ooh they point the cannon at you, lord.”

Seated on the bench, Sailor Jupiter was playing air guitar as Luna nodded her head and joined Sailor Moon in the chorus. “It ain’t me! It ain’t me! I ain’t no senator’s son, son!”

“It ain’t me, it ain’t me!” Sailor Jupiter joined the other two, “I ain’t no fortunate one, no!”

In the front seat, Naru let out a laugh when she heard their voices over the music in her ears.

So this was “Helicopter Flying Music” as Luna called it. “Luna! We’re approaching the Maxfield; I’m going to bring us up to pass in front of its course in five minutes!”

“Okay!” Luna called out before rejoining the singing.

Guiding the helicopter in a gentle turn, Naru began to make the approach. Their part of the plan was simple. Naru would drop Sailor Moon and Sailor Jupiter in front of the Maxfield so they could swim for the ship and board it.

From there, all Naru and Luna would be able to do is watch and hope everything went perfectly. She had to admit though; this was way too much fun. Sitting back and raising the helicopter just a little higher over the water, she kept aware of the instruments and the sky in front of her as she joined the others. “It ain’t me, it ain’t me! I ain’t no millionaire’s son no, no! It ain’t me, it ain’t me! I ain’t no fortunate one, no!”

Back on shore at Motoki’s apartment, Motoki was lying in bed checking his phone. “Mamoru hasn’t checked in. Knowing him he’s already fighting.”

From beyond Motoki’s bathroom door, Reika called, “Or he’s trying to pick up some girls and enjoying himself before he decides the party needs to get a little crazy.”

Motoki laughed. “Yeah it’s probably that. He’s gone a while without a date now.”

“How long is a while?”

“Six, maybe seven months now, I haven’t seen him with anyone since he began doing the Tuxedo Kamen thing,” Motoki said, “He doesn’t want anyone else on the outside getting too close, you know? I mean, there are already three of us who know his identity.”

Reika let out a gentle laugh. “Or maybe he just hasn’t found a girl because his tastes are too strict. He’s still fond of delicate, cute girls isn’t he?”

Motoki laughed and immediately thought of Usagi. “Aside from one glaring anomaly, yes those are his type. I can’t blame him, though.”

“So, you mean to say you prefer fragile girls too?” Reika opened the door, and revealed herself to be in not so much bed clothes as going to end up on the floor in the next thirty seconds clothes–Motoki’s reaction considered.

“Not at all,” he said with a growing smile, “I prefer fearsome women.”

Reika smiled and walked over to the bed. “Good answer, Motoki-kun. Now stop worrying about Mamoru, okay?”

“Yes dear,” Motoki said as he tossed his cell phone aside.


“Is that a helicopter out there?” Zoisite asked as he caught sight of running lights out ahead. Jadeite looked over to the other General, who was using Housenka, Grape, and Suzuran as a chair.

As a person who valued his subordinates for qualities other than their functionality as furniture, he truly wished Zoisite would die horribly.

“The Maritime Defense Forces and the American Navy run helicopters throughout the area. Ignore it,” Nephrite said. He knew full well where Zoisite was going with this.

Zoisite grinned. “Come on, it’s just one helicopter. No one would miss it… except maybe the families of the deceased.”

Nephrite looked to Jadeite, who just shook his head. He wasn’t going to yank on Zoisite’s leash unless he had to. Accepting this, Nephrite turned his attention back to Zoisite. “That was your final warning Zoisite. Don’t even insinuate harming anyone but the Senshi.”

Petulantly, Zoisite stuck his tongue out at Nephrite before he called over to Balm. “Hey, hairy bitch, go get me an Appletini!”

Balm, possessing the patience of a saint, nodded gracefully and departed. “Yes sir.”

Thetis, who had been in deep concentration to control the aspects of the ship, opened her eyes when she felt something amiss. She looked to Jadeite. “I think we have boarders.”

Zoisite brightened and sat up. “Is it them?”

He got up from his youma chair and leaned over Jadeite’s shoulder as an image appeared of the suspected entry point on the CCTV monitor, the stern of the ship. Nothing could be seen, however. Frowning, Zoisite set his feet down and huffed. “This is boring! Can I go investigate?”

“No, you will not. Jadeite can search it out just fine,” Nephrite ordered.

Jadeite nodded, and teleported. Closing her eyes again, Thetis let out a sigh of relief. If she hadn’t looped that particular camera’s tape at that moment, Zoisite would’ve seen Sailor Moon and Sailor Jupiter boarding the ship. Hopefully, when he encounters them, they won’t try to kill him.


Down in the restaurant of the Maxfield, Rei and Mamoru were learning something shocking about Ami Mizuno: She could eat. Not in the sense of a normal human being, though. Her method of eating, her speed, and the sheer quantity of food that she could put away was nothing short of staggering.

But what amazed Mamoru and Rei the most was her cleanliness and her manners! She ate like a tiger gorging on a fresh freshly killed buffalo, but she was a tiger with class!

“Where… where does it all go?” Rei asked with a quiet, subdued horror in her voice. “Does she have a black hole in her stomach?”

“I don’t know, but I’m glad I’m not paying for her food,” Mamoru said. Ami’s was a bill already approaching the hundreds of thousands of yen.

Wiping her mouth with a napkin, Ami actually stopped to breathe. “I’ve always been a big eater; my mother likes to say because my brain has a ridiculous energy requirement.”

Mamoru whistled. “Can you even taste the food?”

“Yes! It is very delicious!” Ami said happily.

Rei took a sip of juice, she had calmed down considerably since they’d started eating–Ami’s predatory eating habits aside–and was feeling a little relaxed. “So, uh… what do you do? You seem well off, not that I’m specifically interested in that.”

Mamoru let out a gentle laugh. “Most of my money comes from good investments my family made on money I had gotten into when I was younger. I’m well off enough to retire now, but I wouldn’t know what to do with myself, so I’m currently going to college for business and economics.”

“Oh! So you want to be a big time Bank CEO?” Rei asked.

Mamoru smirked. “I’ve always wanted to try out a golden parachute.”

Rei’s eyes were full of sparkles. A bank CEO! With that kind of husband, she could buy her crows their own house! Even better, a castle! She’d call it the Rookery! Yes, they’d love that. “Wow, I wish you all the best in your efforts.”

“Thank you. What about you ladies, what are your aspirations?” Mamoru asked.

Ami smiled. “I want to be a Doctor like my mother, but my passion is art.”

“An artist, what do you draw?” Mamoru asked.

Rei quickly spoke for her. “She does all kinds of things. She’s really good, she could be a professional!”

“I’m not that good…” Ami humbly denied, though her ego was purring like a kitten.

“What about you, Rei-chan?” Mamoru asked. “What are your plans for the future?”

“A veterinarian, I really like animals, especially birds. I wouldn’t mind taking care of them for a living…”

Ami had resumed eating as Rei and Mamoru talked, but her focus remained on Mamoru. After spending a fair amount of time with this charming man, it was almost all she realized she was getting a little worked up.

Clearing a plate, she set it aside and smiled when she caught Mamoru glancing towards her. His eyebrow briefly quirked, but he gave no other sign.

Rei looked from Mamoru to Ami, when she noticed the silent exchange. “What is it?”

“Oh, it’s nothing.” Ami leaned back in her chair and stretched with her hands high above her head. “I’m feeling a little full.”

“I’m afraid to find out how much you eat when you’re really famished,” Mamoru joked.

“I still want to know how you do it,” Rei said as she reached down and patted Ami’s stomach, “It’s not even bulging!”

“Chew every bite with care, that way you don’t fill up as fast.”

Rei rubbed Ami’s stomach, and Ami let out a soft sigh. “Still, you took a lot of bites.”

Ami smiled gently to Rei, and both girls laughed.

Their booth suddenly seemed a lot cozier, as Rei cuddled closer to Ami and continued to rub her stomach, it felt nice, and Ami had no problem with it. When Ami put her arm around her in a hug, Rei sighed and rested her head on the other girl’s shoulder. Mamoru’s brows rose as both girls became a lot more relaxed.

Rei was enjoying herself immensely as she returned Ami’s embrace. Her face was flushed completely red, like Ami’s, as she nuzzled her cheek. “I feel really warm, Ami-chan…”

“Me too,” Ami replied.

It was strange, but she had gotten no warning from her computer. She turned to look at Rei’s face. “You know, you’re really cute, Rei-chan. I like when you blush, best.”

Rei giggled shyly.

Still staring at Rei, Ami leaned forward and tilted the other girl’s head up to kiss her. Mamoru’s eyes widened as he watched the pair’s lips draw close.

At the last moment, Rei stopped Ami. “Ah, no…”

Mamoru suddenly felt as though someone had brought him a puppy… and then killed it.

Ami looked confused, and disappointed, before Rei skittishly and repeatedly glanced towards Mamoru and carefully forced her words out. “I really want to, but I… I want my first kiss to be with a boy.”

Mamoru was suddenly a deer in the headlights as Ami turned her attention to him. Rei looked at him as well, out the corner of her eye. Smiling, Ami turned back to Rei and nodded.

“Mamoru-kun…” Ami purred in a voice that left Mamoru’s mouth dry and his heart racing.


At the stern of the ship in an unused guest room several decks down Sailor Moon shook the water out of her hair. “I think a shark tried to bite my ass.”

She reached behind her and pulled a cracked tooth from a great white shark out of her skirt. “Huh, it didn’t even pierce the fabric.”

Sailor Jupiter let out a laugh as she used her electricity to dry herself off, before doing the same to Sailor Moon. “So that was why you fell behind, it probably mistook you for a fat old seal.”

“A ‘what’ seal?” Sailor Moon retorted.

Jupiter only laughed before both looked around.

“So, what happens now?” Jupiter asked.

Sailor Moon opened the door, and peered around before spotting a security camera. “Can you knock out the security cameras?”

A zap of electricity did just that, knocking out nearly every security camera on the ship. Sailor Jupiter smugly turned to look back to Sailor Moon, who nodded her approval.

“I’m pretty sure they know we’re here now, but they’ll have a hard time tracking us. Go to the starboard side of the ship and make your way up. I’ll go from here. If you run into trouble, do whatever you like.”

Sailor Jupiter nodded, and the two Senshi went their separate ways. As she continued on towards the bow, the lights in the corridor flickered and she stopped.

When they flickered again, she closed her eyes and smirked. “So, you did want to talk to me alone.”

Jadeite was directly behind Sailor Moon, with his back to hers. “How much have you figured out?”

“You’re not stupid, you figured out I could see through your disguises and put together that nifty one at the Shrine. Did you make that one up, or did you kill someone and steal their face?”

“I assure you he was made up,” Jadeite replied.

“I just wanted to make sure. As I was saying, after that you pretty much go on TV and say ‘Here I am, Sailor Moon, come tear me a new asshole while you fuck me in my current one.’ You don’t want a fight, you want to talk, so what is it?”

Jadeite chuckled. This was why they were being defeated by her so consistently. “My youma are terrified of you, and because of that want to serve you.”

“Really?” Well, this was interesting.

“Yes you, they have no interest in dying at your hand, and the best way to avoid that is to fight alongside you, rather than against you,” Jadeite explained.

Sailor Moon nodded. “What about you?”

“I care for my youma, ever since I began working for the Dark Kingdom they’ve served me loyally, so if they’re going then I’m going with them. They’re important to me,” he answered.

Sailor Moon huffed. “That’s a tough sell. What assurance can you give me that this isn’t a trick?”

“I don’t have anything to assure you. You’re just going to have to trust me. Whether or not you take me up on my offer, you’re going to be facing a much stronger opponent soon. It’d be better to have all the help you can.”

Slowly, Sailor Moon nodded. “And you came to me for the sake of your youma?”

“Yes.”

“Then you have a deal, Jadeite. I’ll accept you and your youma as my allies.”

“But…?” Jadeite asked.

“But nothing, we have a deal so we have a deal. Do you trust me?”

Jadeite smirked. “I have no choice, do I?”

“So let’s go by that mutual trust alone.” Sailor Moon looked up. “So! Is it just you running this shindig, or is there a fight waiting for me?”

“Zoisite, the General who attacked you with three youma at once when Sailor Mercury awakened, and Nephrite, he has been chosen by Queen Beryl to battle you next. He is considerably stronger and the quality of his youma is much higher.”

“Are they expecting me?”

“Of course.”

“Where do we settle this?”

“The main ballroom at the bow, the plan was to lure you there to finish you off.”

Usagi grinned. “I’ll meet you there.”

Jadeite nodded, and teleported out, leaving Sailor Moon to break for the stairs.


Sailor Jupiter was in a poor mood as she made her way towards the upper decks. She had heard the entirety of Jadeite and Sailor Moon’s exchange over their hands-free communication and objected to the idea of allying with the enemy even if they were defecting. There was no guarantee that they’d stay loyal to them in the long run. Had Sailor Moon’s previous actions and battles not shown her otherwise, Jupiter wouldn’t trust her judgment on this.

Don’t be wrong about this, she thought as she finally made up to the populated decks. Opening the door to peek out, however, she stopped and her eyes went wide. “What the hell?!”

She closed the door and leaned against it, a bright blush across her face. There were people, passengers, doing everything from making out to outright having sex in the hallway. “What kind of crackpot scheme is this?!”

Sailor Moon heard her exclamation as she made her way upstairs. “Ne, what is it?”

“Perverts, the whole deck here is a full-blown orgy!” Sailor Jupiter quickly replied after she took a peek to confirm what was going on.

Sailor Moon whistled as she reached a doorway. “This party’s getting crazy.”

Before she could issue the order “Let’s Rock”, Sailor Moon opened the door and found essentially the same scene that greeted Makoto. She stopped and stared. “Okay, really crazy.”

On the plus side, people would probably be too interested in screwing to get in the way of any battle. On the downside, they’d probably be too interested in screwing to get out of the way of any battle.

Worse still, Ami and Rei had been aboard for a while now, what if they had succumbed to whatever was affecting these people to this level of depravity? On one hand, it’d be pretty hot, but on the other hand this was a battle.

“Game face, Sailor Moon…” She reminded herself as she pulled out her communicator and contacted Ami’s with a text message. “You’re just going to have to believe your friends are stronger than their desires.”

Putting the communicator away, she looked down the long corridor of the first-class cabin deck of the Maxfield and then broke into a run, maneuvering around and over the various people almost mindlessly slaking their lusts. None of them even seemed to pay Sailor Moon any mind, even when she vaulted over a couple who had decided the middle of the deck was good a place as any.

“The walk of shame after this one will be one to be filmed,” Sailor Moon joked before a heavy wooden door opened in front of her. If Sailor Moon had been expecting it or been moving along a little faster, she likely would’ve gone clean through it. But she wasn’t. “OW!”

She rubbed her face. “Wait. Ow? That didn’t even hurt.”

Sailor Moon looked up as the person who opened the door and she froze. There was Kenji, wearing only a pair of hastily put on boxer shorts. He was looking to another group further up. “Hey, I’ve got a couple of ladies in here who want to play with a few more people, you guys interested?”

“What,” Sailor Moon blurted before she covered her mouth.

A familiar voice called from the room, though not the one she was expecting. “Ken-kun, hurry up! Hurry up! Are they coming?”

Sailor Moon peered around the door, and sure enough there was Haruna, naked as the day she was born, lying on the bed with an equally naked Ikuko. Sailor Moon’s mother was entirely too busy attending to her teacher to say anything.

Several people, men and women, had happily answered Kenji’s call and made their way over, prompting Sailor Moon to hide until they all went back inside and the door was shut. Seated against the wall, Sailor Moon just stared at the opposing wall for a moment, before she snapped out of her completely understandable reaction and let out a laugh.

“Oh I get it, this is karma for letting Naru nail me in my bedroom and freaking them out. I accept this spectacular defeat,” she said graciously before she got up and bolted for the ballroom.

“I’d just better not get another little brother or sister out of this.”

Nearby, Mamoru wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to make it to their cabin. Ami, eager to get on with it, had pushed him up against the wall next to their door and began kissing him as Rei tried to find the keycard to their door.

“Where is it…? Did I leave it at the restaurant?” Rei looked to Ami, and saw she was cleaning his tonsils. “Hey… I wanted to kiss him.”

Ami let out a moan that said “You’ll have your turn”, when Sailor Jupiter bounded by the adjacent corridor, something that Mamoru caught a glimpse out the corner of his eye. At the exact same moment, Ami felt her communicator buzz in her skirt pocket, and both were pulled just enough from their amorous states.

Both pulled away from each other, though they really did not want to. They stared at each other, and realized that neither knew how to get away from the other without raising suspicion. Mamoru then had it. “Do… do you girls have condoms?”

Eureka, that was it! Ami quickly replied, “No! I mean, no I don’t think we do, can you go get us some? We’ll be waiting for you.”

Yes, they would be waiting as soon as they killed every single monster on this ship.

Mamoru smiled. “All right, I’ll try not to keep you waiting too long.”

Yes, he would not keep them waiting once he killed every single monster on this ship. As Rei found her keycard, Ami grabbed it and opened the door. “Mm, see you soon then.”

She then ushered Rei in as Mamoru turned and bolted. Once the door was closed, she looked to Rei and quickly pulled out her transformation pen. “Rei, let’s go.”

Rei nodded, and drew her own pen and both raised them to the ceiling. Out in the hallway, Mamoru rounded the corner as he drew a rose from his jacket and held it out to trigger his own transformation.


Opening the doors, Sailor Moon entered the ballroom of the Maxfield, and found it empty. She looked up at the main chandelier that hung overhead, and then across the interior of the room at the large windows near the ceiling.

Turning around, she looked towards the stage where the band would play, and the drawn curtains. Almost on cue, the lights went out, and a spotlight illuminated Jadeite at the center of the stage.

He gestured to Sailor Moon. “Welcome, Sailor Moon. This has been a long time coming.”

“It certainly has,” Sailor Moon said before more spotlights illuminated the ballroom, revealing Nephrite and Zoisite. “Three of you now, I’m flattered.”

“About time you showed up skank!” Zoisite called out to her from his cushion of swirling cherry blossom petals.

She looked from him to Nephrite, who quietly returned her scrutinizing stare. Three Generals in the same room, this was looking exciting. “I’m sorry to keep you waiting. Let’s get this over with.”

Sailor Moon heard the sound of something rushing through the air and jumped out of the way of Grape’s vines before they impaled the floor where she stood. She quickly rushed backward in a series of flips to escape more of the vines as they ripped up the floor in her wake.

As she came to a stop, Suzuran’s bombs rained down on her and engulfed her in several explosions that shook the ship. When they cleared, Sailor Moon was gone. Clinging on the ceiling of the ballroom above Suzuran’s head, Sailor Moon kicked off and drove a kick into Suzuran that bounced the youma off the polished marble floor with such force the floor cracked ten foot radius.

Sailor Moon hadn’t even reached the ground, when Housenka attacked, her supersonic wave attack slamming her painfully into the wall and denting it deeply. Grape’s vines followed to impale Sailor Moon, but missed as she jumped over them.

“You can’t win without surprise!” Sailor Moon said as she removed her tiara and threw it. “Moon Tiara, Action!”

Grape quickly evaded the deadly projectile, which quickly homed in on Suzuran in the middle of getting up. Spotting the tiara, Suzuran used her bombs to blast herself clear of the Tiara, which came around and returned to Sailor Moon’s hand. Teleporting, Suzuran rejoined Housenka and Grape as Sailor Moon put her tiara back on her forehead.

Zoisite pouted. “Hey, she’s actually pretty good for a skank.”

With a smirk, Zoisite summoned several crystals in Sailor Moon’s blind spots before launching them straight for her. Had Sailor Moon not been keeping her head on a swivel, she would’ve never seen them. She jumped above the crystals and landed before more crystals appeared and shot towards her like a barrage of bullets.

“Whoa!” Sailor Moon dove away from the crystals as the embedded themselves in the floor. As she got up more appeared in the air and fired after her, embedding much deeper into the floor than Suzuran’s vines had.

Housenka appeared above Sailor Moon, and unleashed a blast of Supersonic Waves, the attack stopping Sailor Moon in her tracks. Grape and Suzuran prepared their attacks as Zoisite aimed more of his crystals.

Jadeite tensed as Zoisite grinned and waved his hand, giving the order to fire.

“Bye, skank!” Zoisite called out and his crystals shot towards Sailor Moon with the youma attacks.

A blinding light filled the room in the form of Sailor Jupiter’s lightning crashing down on the projectiles and the Plant Trio youma. When the light cleared, Sailor Moon lowered her arms and smirked as she looked back to Sailor Jupiter.

“Being fashionably late doesn’t make you a hero, you know,” Sailor Moon chided.

Sailor Jupiter laughed. “I was just letting you have your fun. Can we get serious now?”

Sailor Moon nodded. “Sure.”

Zoisite stared at Sailor Jupiter. He was completely taken aback by the new arrival. “Damn, her tits are huge!”

She heard that and looked to Zoisite, who went rigid with mock fright at her glare. “Hey, can you clean up here? I’m going to go kill that guy.”

The Supreme Thunder attack had done a lot of damage, but Grape, Housenka, and Suzuran had managed to survive. All three looked towards Sailor Moon, and only caught a glimpse of her before she suddenly slammed a kick into Suzuran’s head.

As Suzuran went into an adjacent wall, Housenka jumped back while Grape fired her vines. Dodging them, Sailor Moon grabbed the bunch and then yanked Grape around into the path of the supersonic blast Housenka fired at her.

Grape went flying past, Sailor Moon jumped and kicked Housenka in the stomach before performing a somersault kick that put Housenka into the ceiling up to her waist.

Zoisite looked down at Sailor Jupiter and smiled, as his youma got the worst of it from Sailor Moon. “‘Kill’ me, is that what you Japanese are calling it these days?”

He suddenly teleported, leaving his cherry blossom petals to be incinerated by Sailor Jupiter’s lightning. The instant he reappeared, he teleported again to avoid another blast, before he appeared behind her with an energy blast aimed at her back.

Right as Zoisite fired the blast, however, Sailor Jupiter knocked the hand holding the energy ball clear, sending the shot smashing into the wall behind her as she drove a charged punch into Zoisite’s stomach that threw him backward.

“Ah! You bitch!” he yelled as he teleported to evade the burst of lightning that followed.

He summoned a barrage of crystals and sent them after Sailor Jupiter, only to watch as the Senshi not only evaded them, but even destroyed those targeting her vulnerable blind spots.

Nephrite watched this with interest. I wonder how she’s predicting his movements.

Zoisite appeared after avoiding another lightning blast and glared at Sailor Jupiter. “Hey! Nephrite! Jadeite! A little help would be nice!”

“Very well…” Nephrite said before he and Jadeite unleashed energy blasts straight for Sailor Jupiter. Looking towards both attacks, she snorted in indignation as both blasts were deflected off into the wall beyond her by her electricity.

“She’s using her lightning to create a magnetic field, brilliant.” Nephrite realized before Sailor Jupiter pointed to the ceiling and fired a blast of electricity that danced off the ballroom’s chandelier and then came raining down on all three Generals, forcing them to teleport clear of the attack.

Zoisite appeared in the air above Sailor Jupiter and growled. “What the hell?! Why the hell is she so freaking strong?!”

Sailor Jupiter just smirked and charged up to attack before a gigantic sphere of water crashed into her and smashed her into another wall, denting and cracking it. Flashes of light were prelude to the water exploding away from a rapidly drying Sailor Jupiter. In front of her Thetis, in youma form, narrowed her red eyes at her as she was joined by Murid and Kyurene.

On the other side of the ballroom, Housenka caught Grape and both hit the wall hard before Suzuran unleashed a bomb attack that Sailor Moon evaded with ease. Using the explosion to propel her forward, she grabbed Suzuran by her shoulders and flipped, throwing the plant youma into her sisters.

Immediately Balm and Iguara appeared in front of the three sisters. Shuffling a deck of tarot cards, the former drew five and threw them at Sailor Moon like razors. When she evaded them, Ramua suddenly descended from above, aiming a spear for Sailor Moon’s back.

At the last moment, Sailor Moon sprang out of the way and slid back away from the armed youma. “Ha!”

Raising her apple, Murid joined Kyurene and Thetis in firing a combined blast at Sailor Jupiter, which she only managed to barely block before she leaped out of the way and joined back to back with Sailor Moon.

Jupiter looked back at her compatriot. “I can see why you enjoy yourself so much for sure, now.”

“Being a Sailor Senshi can’t be beat,” Sailor Moon replied as they were surrounded by Jadeite’s and Zoisite’s youma.

Jadeite looked to Nephrite and Zoisite briefly. Turning back towards the standoff, he clenched his teeth in anticipation.


With the battle most certainly going on, Naru brought the Helicopter in close. With the youma in battle and everyone else screwing like crazy, the ship was drifting off course. Skillfully hovering over the bridge Naru looked over to Luna as she prepared to jump out. “Are you sure you can control an entire ship, Luna?”

“I have no choice but to try, now do I?” Luna called out. “I just pray that those girls don’t blow a hole in the boat or set it on fire! Good luck, Naru-chan!”

With that, Luna jumped from the helicopter to the bridge, allowing Naru to get clear. Bounding through the window, Luna found the bridge silent and empty, the numerous systems running the ship unsupervised. Walking over to the helm, Luna sat down and her forehead’s crescent moon symbol began to glow.

“Oh… oh my… this will be much easier than I thought. Thank goodness for that.” She said in relief as she quickly began to understand the aspects of the ship.

She then looked towards the security cameras, and saw the drama unfolding in the ballroom. “Oh dear, where are Mars and Mercury?”


“My, my, the little skanks are in a pinch,” Zoisite taunted as Grape, Housenka, and Suzuran prepared their attacks with Jadeite’s youma.

Nephrite watched the Senshi carefully, cornering them only made the situation more unpredictable; this had to be done in one fell swoop. Jadeite was tense and silent, as he too awaited the next move; the ball was now in the Senshi’s court.

Sailor Moon, staring directly at Thetis, adopted a fighting stance as the water youma raised her hand and summoned another sphere of water. Thetis cast a quick look to Murid, who parted her lips and breathed out just as a window overhead shattered. Nephrite, Zoisite, and the Plant Trio looked up in surprise, but it was too late.

“Mercury Sabão Spray!” Sailor Mercury yelled out before she filled the room with mist.

Right behind her, Sailor Mars took aim at the Plant Trio.

“Mars Fire Soul!” she yelled out, the intense flames sending the three youma scattering in fright.

Housenka leaped upward to escape the mist. However, Sailor Mercury appeared behind her, and punched her straight into a wall. As Housenka impacted it, Mercury kicked her into it, causing her to vomit into her mask before a second kick shot her through the wall and sent her hurtling to sea.

Suzuran produced several bombs as she jumped back against a wall, and prepared to throw them when Sailor Jupiter’s lightning danced among the bombs she held, setting them off in a tremendous explosion. It was then followed by a blast of lightning that blew her through the wall and off the boat.

Grape, realizing quickly that she was alone, immediately launched her vines at the shadow of Sailor Moon in the mist to her side. “I got you!”

The vines reached their target, and revealed it to be nothing but a shadow cast in the mist before Sailor Moon’s hands shot from the mist directly in front of Grape, and Sailor Moon brought her head down on the youma’s face in a vicious headbutt that likewise knocked her out through a pair of doors and overboard.

Sailor Mercury’s mist cleared, revealing just the Sailor Senshi and Jadeite’s youma. Ramua, gripping her spear, gulped as she stared at the four of them. She then looked to Thetis, who only nodded and prepared to attack. Murid and Balm readied their respective weapons, as Iguara and Kyurene growled and prepared to attack.

Nephrite smirked, and then began to clap his hands. “Well done, Sailor Senshi, well done, you’re as formidable as I’ve observed and then some.”

“Thank you. We’re going to kill you all, now.”

“Bold. However, I’m afraid this is going to be the end for you here. We’ve lured you in, and now it will be us who finish you off.”

As Nephrite spoke, Sailor Moon turned her attention back to the youma, particularly Thetis.

“Is that so?” When Sailor Moon retorted, Thetis nodded, but in an odd upward fashion. Sailor Moon glanced up, and saw the main chandelier of the ballroom.

“Yes. Like the buses before, the energy we’ve collected tonight is going to be used for one thing, destroying you,” Nephrite revealed.

Zoisite then piped in. “And if you don’t take your beating like a proper ho, we’re just going to kill everyone on the boat.”

Sailor Moon smiled in amusement. “Fine, we’ll fight it out, oh Sailor Mars, Sailor Jupiter.”

“Yes, Sailor Moon?” the two Senshi asked.

Before Nephrite’s eyes, Sailor Moon pointed directly up at his trump card, the main chandelier of the ballroom, where all of the energy collected to be used against the Senshi was stored. “Destroy that chandelier.”

Nephrite froze, as both Senshi launched their attacks to do just that. “What? No!”

Fire and lightning crashed into and shattered the chandelier, unleashing a blinding light as the stored energy of hundreds was released all at once. Zoisite and Nephrite covered their eyes to shield themselves. Jadeite did the same, but behind his raised arms, he was grinning like a madman.

“Impossible… how did they know?!” Nephrite growled before a silhouette suddenly appeared before him.

His eyes widened as that silhouette turned out to be Sailor Moon, swinging a kick down on him. The force of his body hitting the ballroom floor below actually caused the ship to list slightly to starboard.

As Nephrite lay in a rather deep hole, Zoisite quickly began to surround himself in his cherry blossom petals. “Oh nice one, bitch, but now you’re wide open!”

He raised his hand, as though to launch an attack, when Tuxedo Kamen’s rose impaled it. Zoisite hissed in pain and clutched his wrist. “Oh God, that hurts!”

Tuxedo Kamen then swooped down on him, with his cane raised. “Hello Zoisite.”

Before Zoisite could do anything, Tuxedo Kamen bashed the young General in the head, sending him crashing into a window and hurtling out into the ocean. Descending, Tuxedo Kamen landed next to Sailor Moon and tipped his hat to the Senshi. “Good evening, ladies, enjoying the cruise?”

“So sexy…” Sailor Moon moaned to Tuxedo Kamen before she and the others looked towards Thetis and the other youma.

Tuxedo Kamen prepared for battle, when Sailor Moon raised her hand to stop him. “It’s good.”

Thetis relaxed and nodded. “Thank you for giving us the benefit of the doubt. We’ve been kicked around enough.”

Ramua, still uneasy being around the Senshi, nodded. “Yeah, so uh… we want to become good guys… or at least not be your enemies.”

“Can we join your club?” Murid said, mocking the awkwardness of the moment.

Tuxedo Kamen was surprised, and even more so when Jadeite joined the youma. He looked between them and the Sailor Senshi. “They want to defect?”

“Yes, and I’m okay with this,” Sailor Moon said to Tuxedo Kamen. She then turned to Jadeite and his cadre. “But if you’re going to be allies of justice, you’re going to have to prove it to me.”

Jadeite nodded. “I have to keep up appearances, but I will be leaving the Dark Kingdom soon myself, and doing so in an appropriate blaze of glory. I trust that you’ll assist me with that?”

“One faked death coming up,” Sailor Moon replied, “Just don’t involve as many people in your swan song, okay?”

“I’ll try not to, this plan wasn’t quite how I’d envisioned it going… but this was a plan Beryl formulated. I fear she may do so again next time. So be prepared.” Jadeite warned.

“Okay” Sailor Moon then looked back at Nephrite, still out of it. “What do we do about this guy?”

Murid smiled. “I’ve taken care of him, don’t worry.”

Sailor Jupiter snorted. “We could just kill him here.”

“There’s no need for that,” Both Tuxedo Kamen and Jadeite said together, before they stopped and looked to each other in surprise.

Jadeite then narrowed his eyes at Tuxedo Kamen, and looked to Sailor Moon before he explained. “Nephrite is a good friend of mine; there may be a chance to convince him to defect as well down the road.”

Sailor Moon scrutinized Jadeite. “Are you sure?”

“Definitely!” Jadeite quickly returned. “Nephrite is loyal to the Dark Kingdom, but he’s also the sort who can be swayed, he just needs time to come around.”

Folding her arms, Sailor Moon hummed. “I’ve trusted you so far, so I’m going to give you a little more leeway. If you can bring him home… then we won’t kill him.”

Sailor Jupiter stood down with that. “This had better not blow up in our faces.”

“If it does, then it’s on me,” Sailor Moon replied.

Jadeite bowed deeply. “Thank you, so much. You should leave, now, you’ve won here.”

Sailor Moon nodded. “Okay, good luck and see you for the final act, Jadeite.”

The Sailor Senshi, a bemused Tuxedo Kamen, and Jadeite’s youma quickly left. After they left, Jadeite pressed his hand against his chest and fired a weak energy blast that blew off part of his shirt and burned him, before he fell to his knees and shook his hair into a mess.

On hands and knees, Jadeite crawled over to where Nephrite lay, as the other General was getting up. Blinking awake, Nephrite saw the injured Jadeite. “Jadeite…”

Looking past Jadeite, he saw Sailor Senshi and Tuxedo Kamen standing over the disintegrating remains of Jadeite’s youma. All were looking towards the two injured Generals. Jadeite, blood seeping from his mouth, let out a single, raspy word.

“Run.” Jadeite then collapsed onto Nephrite, who caught him as he rose to his feet.

“Jadeite! Jadeite!” he called out, “Hang on… I’ll get you out of here!”

He looked back at the Senshi, all an illusion of Murid’s, and then teleported out with Jadeite, cursing them as he vanished. “You’ll pay for this!”


The moment he left, Sailor Mercury peeked in through the door of the ballroom, and saw they were gone. She then turned around and gave a thumb’s up to the other Senshi and the youma. “He fell for it!”

“He’d better have, I gave my all for that illusion!” Murid said indignantly.

“This is just surreal,” Tuxedo Kamen said as the youma quickly assumed their human forms.

Sailor Jupiter was in agreement. “You’re telling me.”

Sailor Mars stared at the now disguised youma. “Wow… they’re so pretty…”

She covered her mouth. “I mean… for youma!”

Sailor Mercury patted Mars on the shoulder and sighed. Thetis stepped up to Sailor Moon, and then extended her hand. She smiled. “So… shall we shake on it?”

Sailor Moon responded with her fist… held out at arm’s length with a sidelong look towards Thetis. Staring at Sailor Moon’s fist, Thetis’ smile grew and she held up her own fist. “Fine, fine…”

Their fists met, and Sailor Moon nodded. “Yeah, I think we’re good.”

“Attention passengers, this is the First Mate speaking,” Luna’s voice then came over the intercom. “The time is now 23:00. The seas are calm and the skies are clear. We will be rounding the Miura Peninsula and continuing onward towards Yokosuka. The bars and restaurants, and other recreational areas are still open, but the ballroom is regrettably closed due to renovations. Thank you and do continue to enjoy your evening aboard the M/S Maxfield.”

“Wait… Luna’s controlling the ship now?” Sailor Jupiter asked.

“How does she do it without hands, this is a legitimate question!” Sailor Mars demanded.

Thetis looked out towards the shoreline of the Miura Peninsula. “This is where we get off I suppose. It was nice partying with you girls.”

“It’ll be nice not getting pummeled by you girls next time we meet on the battlefield.” Murid said as the youma began to teleport out. Ramua, her face flushed a bit, stuck her tongue out at Sailor Moon and Sailor Mercury before they were gone.

Sailor Moon stretched. “Well… now what?”

Sailor Jupiter shrugged her shoulders. “Go to the bridge and relax until we reach port?”

“Sounds good to me, we can sing ‘I’m on a Boat’ on karaoke!” Sailor Moon said, before she turned to Sailor Mars and Mercury. “Will you be joining us, or do you have plans?”

“Actually… yes…” Sailor Mercury said. “Mars and I… we’re going to um… go back to our quarters.”

Sailor Moon gasped, and looked at Sailor Mars. “I was just teasing! Honest!”

Sailor Jupiter blushed and smiled. “Well, have fun I guess?”

Sailor Moon sighed as Mars and Mercury, their faces now as red as the former’s uniform, quickly turned and headed back to their cabin. “No fair, I wanted sloppy Rei makeouts…”

“You’re terrible,” Jupiter quipped.

Sailor Moon then brightened. “I know! Tuxedo Kamen, would you like to…?”

He was gone.

“God damn it!” Grabbing Jupiter by the arm, Sailor Moon stormed off in a huff. “Come on, we’re gonna pig out and get drunk and have our own party! With blackjack! And hookers!”

“Wait. What?!” Jupiter asked as she was pulled along.

“Forget the blackjack and the hookers then! Let’s just eat good food, get drunk, and party!” Sailor Moon yelled to Jupiter and the night above.

Having transformed back, Mamoru was wondering if he forgot something as he made his way quickly back to Rei and Ami’s cabin. Pure willpower and the magic of his transformation had prevented him from succumbing to the lust that was burning in his blood, and with the battle out of the way he was ready to give in.

Reaching their door, Mamoru knocked and waited impatiently, and as he waited for it to open he remembered exactly what he forgot. “Damn, damn, damn…”

The door opened and Ami stood in the doorway with a bath towel around her. Mamoru stared for a moment, before he cleared his throat. “I uh… couldn’t find any protection…”

Ami held up an entire box of condoms and tossed over her shoulder for Rei to catch, so she could grab Mamoru and drag him into the cabin with such speed his shoes were left behind outside the quickly slammed door.


The next morning the M/S Maxfield came into Yokosuka and its passengers were disembarking, some happily, some in shame, and some with a noticeable limp. Naru, Usagi, and Makoto were waiting on the wharf for Ami and Rei, but Usagi especially wanted to catch one couple in particular coming off the boat.

“Ah… I haven’t had that much fun in years!” Ikuko declared as she hung on the arm of her husband. “You spoil me, Ken-chan~!”

Kenji let out a laugh before Ikuko looked past him to Haruna and addressed her. “Haruna-chan, we need to do this again.”

“My place is always free if you ever want to come over and play,” Haruna replied, before all three noticed Usagi waving slowly to all three. They kept walking however, all still wearing happy faces, and they walked right past Usagi, Makoto, and Naru.

“She’s not here,” Kenji said aloud.

“No she is not,” Ikuko added.

“And if she or her friends were, they’d never mention a word of this to anyone, ever,” Haruna put in thirdly.

Naru was just dumbstruck as she watched the three walk past. “Usagi… was… was that…?”

“Yes.”

Naru turned to watch them go. “Were… were they…?”

“Yes.”

Naru looked at Usagi. “Together?”

“Ménage à trois.”

Naru turned back. “Lucky.”

“You’ve ruined this girl,” Makoto said to Usagi.

“God, I did,” Usagi said, not sounding as ashamed as she ought to.

Mamoru came strolling down the ramp; wearing something of a dopey smile.

Spotting him, Usagi bristled. “What the Hell is that bald asshole doing here?!”

“Obviously he was trying to get laid. It’s also pretty obvious he’s succeeded,” Makoto said as she watched him stroll by.

Usagi snorted. “He probably has something, I feel sorry for the poor woman he did it with.”

“Hi guys!” an entirely too cheerful Ami and Rei immediately called out, making Usagi jump into Makoto’s arms.

“Oh, hey, did you enjoy yourselves?” Makoto asked.

“Yes, we had a good time.” Ami turned to Rei. “Didn’t we?”

“Yes, it was wonderful!” Rei chirped.

Naru glanced back towards the direction Mamoru went, and grinned. “So! What all did you two do during the night?”

Ami blushed cutely. “Ah, well… we just bummed around and spent time together, it was nice.”

“Very nice, it was entirely platonic and most definitely did not involve hours of torrid, headboard-grabbing, bed-shaking, knee-weakening sex.”

Rei stopped, and blushed brightly as she looked down and scratched the back of her head. “I mean… um…”

She couldn’t help herself and giggled. “Well… maybe a little? Oh God this is so embarrassing!”

Hands on her cheeks, Rei burst into giggles as she swayed from side to side giddily. Usagi, in one of those rare moments of lucidity, was staring at both Rei and Ami in complete horror as it all began to piece together in her head. There was no way.

She looked back in the direction Mamoru went, and then turned to Ami and Rei. “Did… with him…?”

“Oh! No! No-no-no-no…” Rei trailed off under the scrutiny of Usagi, Makoto, and Naru. She then giggled again and broke down. “Okay, yeah. We both did! Together, at the same time, with Mamoru-kun, and it was wonderful!”

Her hands clasped together at her cheek, Rei bounced up and down on her feet. “My first time was with a really handsome boy! I’m so lucky!”

Ami sighed and shook her head. “She just can’t keep her mouth closed.”

Makoto shook Usagi. “Hey, you okay?”

“My Rei-chan, no…!” a limp and pale Usagi gurgled.

Naru sighed. “Drama queen”

Ami laughed. “She’ll get over it. Come on, we should go before people realize there was technically no one in charge of the ship.”

“You’re right. Stop dying and let’s go, Usagi.” Makoto agreed, and the group melted off into the crowd.

Sitting on the bow of the Maxfield, and wearing a nautical-themed Pashmina Afghan, Luna watched the Senshi and Naru leave, and then stared out at the sea as she sang.

“Shawty. Shawty. Yeah, yeah, yeah…”



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There you are. Next chapter... Jadeite's finale.

 

[Andrew Joshua Talon]

The Ero-Sennin wrote a Sailor Moon Fanfic!

Yes it was a good sandwich. And good chapter!

 

[frostdragonz]

The Ero-Sennin wrote a Sailor Moon Fanfic!

Is Luna still a cat or is she a catgirl now? :huh!: