Greetings, all!

For those reading for the first time, earlier chapters can still be found at:
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The site maintainer tells me that he's going to be able to update it soon.

This may be the last section I'll post in a while. I've run out of material 
that I've
built up since I began writing again in June, so I'll need to make expansions 
and
revisions. Some may have noticed the rushed feeling of the text so far, or 
may have
not. The point is that I started posting in hopes of getting help to improve 
it, and I've
gotten that help to a degree.

I'm going to be studying, so production will be slowed a bit. I think I'll 
have the 
rest of the chapter in a nice, polished-up form by December. Perhaps earlier, 
but
I'll really be needing to concentrate on my studies at the University.

I hope you don't mind _too_ much. ^_^;;;

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Jason Hanks, the site maintainer and primary prereader. Everyone give him a 
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Jason Liao, second-level prereader and a terrific commentator!

And thanks to everyone else that's given comments so far.

And so, as I mentioned, this may be the last section for a while, so enjoy 
it! ^_^

<Continued from NETTG!! Ch.10 P.2 (8/??)>

---

    The youma surrounding Molly earnestly awaited the arrival of
their intended prey. They were all sharpening their claws and
stuff. A few were polishing their nails, and a couple were doing
their eyeliner.

    That was not quite as interesting, though, as the fact that
a few were using Molly as a pi�ata.

    "He'll be here aaaaany time now," the red-noduled ninja-girl
from the command trio said. Okay, fine! We'll give them names. The
one with the big mouth and sonic powers, we'll call Scream. The
one with explosive red nodules, we'll name BoomBoom. The one with
the big, spiny arm shall be called, from this day forth, Llama the
WhickerWoman.

    "I hate my name," whispered Scream, pulling on the rope that
lifted Molly above Llama the WhickerWoman's stabbing arm. She started
singing in Spanish, or a reasonable facsimile thereof. "Dale dale,
dale dale dio!"

    Llama the WhickerWoman flailed around, blindfolded, trying to
impale the young brown-haired girl with her big, extending spines.
"Grrr!"

    "Awwwwwww, she weighs as much as a fat fifty-year-old man!"
complained Scream, yanking on the rope. Molly flailed around limply.
"Dale-aqui conmigo, ahora sigo yo!"

    Llama the WhickerWoman sighed and gave up, allowing BoomBoom
to don the blindfold and have a try.

    *BLAM-BLAM* "Dale dale dale, dale dale dio!" all youma present
dodged and sang out while BoomBoom tossed her bombs, barely missing
the hanging girl.

    "Wait," said BoomBoom, remembering something, "do we have
anyone guarding the front door?"

    "No," replied Scream and Llama the WhickerWoman.

    *BLAM!* There was an explosion from outside.

    "Awwwwwwwww, we did bad," commented Scream, slapping her
forehead.

    Were they smart youma? No. They were mostly idiots, actually.
It simply wouldn't be proper otherwise! Gotta have brainless monster-
types. They make right-nice cannon-fodder, they do!

    It would have been a very smart thing to immediately form a
defensive perimeter. Don't get me wrong; they all formed one: a
circle, which was sure to detect any anomalous activity entering
from outside. However, the main flaw in establishing such a perfect
line of sight was that they were all turned away from their bait.

    *Whrrr*ching* Therefore, it should be no surprise to anyone
whatsoever when Nephrite, dangling from a glistening magical cord,
descended from a hole in the ceiling. He cut the lines suspending
Molly, and began to haul her out, sharing Scream's opinion about the
girl's excessive weight.

    *Cough!*Oof!* The youma paid no attention to Nephrite's
agonized sounds as he balanced trying to hold on to Molly and scale
up the rope. For some reason, he had completely forgotten that he
could levitate and teleport. Perhaps it was the fact that youma
generals were famed to have very thick skulls.

    The small youma army present were trembling, very edgy, looking
to their left and to their right. They all had their varied weapons
ready, from bombs to blasts, to basketballs to spiky, thorny th'angs
and back again.

    As Nephrite edged up the rope, the Star Crystal started edging
its way out of the fold of his Youma General Jacket(tm). "Uh oh,"
he whispered, unable to do anything about it since both his hands
were occupied. He tried to lower his jaw enough to bite down on it,
but it was JUST out of reach.

    Come ON, levitate, you doofus! Your skull can't be THAT thick!

    "Someone hear something?" asked Llama the WhickerWoman, eagerly
fingering her spined arm.

    "Duh, no?" replied BoomBoom.

    Nephrite flailed around, spinning on his magic rope. The
unconscious girl slipped out of his grasp and slumped over his leg.
He lifted that appendage, trying to maintain an angle so she wouldn't
fall off. The Star Crystal slipped ever so much more out of his
jacket.

    "Someone should keep an eye on da girl," Llama the WhickerWoman
commented. "Okay, on da count a' tree, two of us is gonna turn around
and look at her, 'kay?"

    "Oh, yeah, yes, good-good," the army nodded in agreement.

    "One."

    Nephrite's eyes went wide, and he started scrambling around
even more frantically.

    Uh oh, better teleport, guy!

    "Too."

    Molly began to slip off the general's leg, and the crystal had
about a centimeter left before it fell out.

    Hey, get out of there, Nephrite!

    "Tree!"

    No one turned around.

    "Hey," said Llama the WhickerWoman, "I said that two of us is
gonna turn 'round when I said 'tree!'"

    "Which two of us?" asked BoomBoom.

    "And besides, that's bad grammar," added Scream.

    Llama the WhickerWoman had to think that over.

    Nephrite breathed an agonized sigh of relief. Bouncing his leg
a bit, he inched Molly back up. His free hand went to help pull them
up the rope. He completely forgot about the crystal, which finally
fell out of his jacket.

    NOW would be a good time to teleport, guy!

    There was a big, dramatic, slow-motion sequence filmed by a
mutated gnat with a camcorder that followed the crystal's descent.
The crystal gleamed brilliantly in the air, slowly spinning on its
way down, and it hit the concrete floor with a small *ting* sound.

    "Did you hear anything?" Scream asked.

    "No," replied BoomBoom.

    "I heard something," Oclulon the Destroyer, a youma with very
big ears, said. "It sounded like an imitation Star Crystal falling
out of an impostor's pocket from a fake rope!"

    "Hey! It's not a fake rope!" blurted out Nephrite from above.

    *PFHOOOMP!* Every last monster in the room spun around and
aimed at him.

    "D'oh!" Nephrite cringed.

    "Put. The girl. Down," Scream tried to talk him out of it.

    Llama the WhickerWoman looked at her companion kinda funny.
"No, no!" She aimed her spined arm at Nephrite. "GET HIM!!!"

    Everyone began to fire things off. Sticks, badgers, gophers,
little bits of strings, and long, dangerous-looking spiky-th'angs
flew at the general.

    Nephrite swung around on the rope, explosions bursting all
around him and spiky-th'angs coming waay too close for comfort.

    Oh, snap out of it, Nephrite! Teleport! Levitate! Fire
something off! Call up a constellation! Do ANYTHING except act like
you're some clueless amateur!

    *ROAAAAR* Leo, a gigantic glowing-blue stellar projection,
jumped down through the hole in the roof, followed by Scorpio and
Orion. They crashed to the floor and did their stuff, quickly
knocking over just about all the youma there.

    Heh. Now THAT's more like it!

    In a pair of seconds, Nephrite rose to the ceiling, someone
from above hauling up the rope. He and Molly vanished into the hole.

    "Don't just stand there!" called Llama the WhickerWoman.
"Get Him!"

    Everyone rushed outside to try to climb onto the roof.

---

    "Nice work, kid," Nephrite said, hauling up Molly and his
double.

    The disguise rapidly failed, and Paracite shifted back into
his usual brown-hared boyish self. He gasped, staring straight
into the general's eyes. "Uncle Nephrite!"

    "Now get lost!" Nephrite picked up the unconscious girl and
placed her on his shoulder, then kicked the shapeshifter back down
the hole.

    *Sproing* The coiled rope went taut. "Uhh, you're welcome?"
called Paracite from below.

    Nephrite quickly found that teleportation had somehow been
blocked, so he leapt off the building into the bushes, barely
avoiding detection by the youma death squad.

---

    It _was_ a good, team-bonding experience, Raye had to admit.
Even though Serena was a complete and total clumsy crybaby, they
could both have a good time. It was nice to not be shouting at
each other. Much.

    "I want that dress!" Yank.

    "No, *I* want that dress!" Yank-RIIIP!

    "Ooops!"

    Hey, Raye's grandfather had given her a big wad of cash to
spend. They had to use it! It's the law, y'see. There'd be
prosecutions otherwise. People'd be locked up in the funny farm and
whatnot.

    Therefore, when the bill came due, they were able to make a
full accounting. Barely.

    After paying the lady at the cash register under the watchful
gaze of Mister Nice Eight-Foot-Tall Nightstick-Wielding Security-Man,
they walked outside the Great, Big, Huge Gap(tm) store.

    "Okay," said Serena, carrying a few bags and things that
looked like big, wrapped gifts. "That's all your Grandpa gave us.
So, in total," the blonde put down the bags and went through them,
"we've got the dress you lent to Jade, another one we bought for her,
and let's see: One, two, three, ummm, lots for you and, whoah, what
a haul." She paused. "Jade, did we miss any of yours?" She waited
for a response. "Jade?"

    Raye looked around. "Jade? Jaaaade!"

    The shopping pair frowned, it becoming painfully obvious that
they had lost their charge somewhere along the way.

    Raye slapped the palm of her hand to her forehead. "Oh no, we
need to find her, quick! What if she gets repossessed?!"

    "We can't let that happen!" worried Serena. "It'd cost way
too much to get her back from the auction!"

    "Huh?" Raye blinked. "What?"

    Serena looked at her friend urgently, holding her balled-up
hands in front of her. "Dad says that when things get repossessed,
they get taken to an impound lot by the bank, behind a fence with
big gates and locks."

    Her mind and a little thought cloud to her left went through a
few scenes involving Jade getting taken in chains and locked up to a
rail beside a bunch of cars, "and then after a few months being kept
there," the bubble showed Jade, looking very disheveled with beard
stubble coming in on her chin, ringing a tin cup against the bars
and scratching tally marks on a Nissan Pathfinder to count the days,
"they get auctioned off to the highest bidder!"

    The image-bubble finished with Jade, in chains and ripped
clothes, being sold as a slave to a big, fat, scary laughing guy with
a chain-whip. "Noooooooooooooooooo! Jaaaaaaade!" Serena cried at the
idea, a heavy waterworks of tears gushing out. She threw her arms
around Raye, looking for comfort on her shoulder.

    The priestess raised an eyebrow, confusedly patting Serena on
the back. "There there, don't worry, we'll get," she trailed off,
her expression suddenly falling.

    *Poof* Raye held up a pin and popped the thought-cloud/bubble.
She shook around Serena by the shoulders. "That's NOT what I meant
by saying 'repossessed,' meatball-head!!!"

    *Slam!* Serena fell away, face-first into the floor. "Ull-lll-
lll," she sat up, little spirals going around in her eyes and her
tongue hanging out. "You didn't have to yell, Raye."

    A black cat ran up and leapt upon Serena's head, looking at
Raye. "Raye! Good, I've found you! Where's Serena?"

    Serena reached up and snatched the cat, pulling her down and
hugging her tight. "Oh, Luna! There you are! I've missed you so
much!"

    "Nice to see you too," said Luna in a muffled mreowing voice,
her nose and mouth being nicely scrunched up against the girl's neck.

    "Where have you been, and--" The blonde stopped hugging her
kitty for a second, noticing something odd. "Hey, why's your fur all
singed?"

    Luna paused, thought about it, and couldn't figure out a way
to put it that wouldn't sound bad. So, she lied. "Errr, a rodent I
was chasing exploded." The cat suddenly winced at what she just said,
remembering that she always was such a terrible liar.

    Serena smiled. "Oh, that makes sense," she blinked, "I guess."

    "But that's not important right now," Luna said quickly. "We
have a very big emergency on our hands."

    "What kind of emergency?" Raye asked, helping Serena up.

    "Don't you know?" Luna asked, hopping out of Serena's arms.
"Amy has been trying to contact you for an hour. Use your Sailor
Communicators!"

    "Amy? What's wrong with Amy now?" Serena looked worried.

    "Just talk to her!" Luna urged.

    The two girls frowned, patting around on various parts of their
bodies, searching for their pocket calculator communicators.

    "I think I left mine at home," muttered Serena.

    "I think I lost mine at the fight last night," admitted Raye.

    Luna gave an exasperated sigh. "Oh, alright. It's urgent, so
just use this," she leapt up into the air, spun around twice, twirled
and flipped, and landed into one of the girls' shopping bags.

    A miniature red cellphone with a stylized Mars symbol on it
flickered into existence with a magical puff of dust and fell on top
of Luna's head.

    "Ow," Luna rubbed the top of her head with her front paws.
"It's th' Magik'l Mars Metey'physical Mult'ycommunications Monita'!"

    Raye looked down at the cat. "_What_?"

    "I said," Luna repeated, "it is the Mars Multicommunications
Device." She thought about finding a comparison. "You see, it's like
one of those cellphones, except of a much, much higher quality and
better range. Be careful with it. It is a very powerful,
irreplaceable artifact from the Moon Kingdom."

    "Ooooh neeeat," Serena was about to pick up the phone when Raye
stopped her.

    "No, look, it's mine," the black-haired girl indicated exactly
whose symbol it was on the MMD. "Hah."

    "Awww," Serena snapped her fingers in disappointment.

    "You got the wand, I got the phone," Raye smiled smugly and
extended the antennae. She looked over the device, finding it to have
twelve buttons on it, like a normal telephone keypad. It had numbers,
but it also had little symbols under the numbers. She dialed '6,' for
Mercury, and held it to her ear.

    *Brrrr* It toned. *Brrrr*Click*

    "Hi, Amy," Raye greeted warmly. "Aww, you're better, that's
so nice! And you got a new computer. Gosh, that's great. Omega
Soldier Recovery? What's that?" She curled a stray strand of black
hair around on her index finger, "Dancing with Puff the Magic Dragon
on Venus at a beer kegger, licking pixies?" She raised an eyebrow.
"It sure sounds trippy, Amy-chan." She drummed her fingers against
her cheek as she listened. "And you didn't think to invite us? Yes,
I am studying French, why do you ask?"

    "What's she saying?" Serena whispered.

    "Shh," Raye glared back at her and clapped her hand over the
blonde's mouth, demanding silence. Her smile returned. "Oh, that's
neat! Totally Cosmic Crystals?" She looked impressed. "_Super_ Sailor
Mercury, wow..."

    "Whatph ifff going on?" the blonde continued to prod through a
zipped-closed mouth.

    "Oh, sure! We'll be right there. Bye-bye!" *Click*

    Serena had her arms folded tensely in anticipation. "What was
she saying, huh, Raye? Huh?? Huh???"

    "Well," replied Raye, "it looks like Molly's been kidnapped,
and a bunch of monsters are tearing up the town, trying to hunt down
Nephrite. Sailor Mercury wants us to meet up with her down at the
storage areas on the other side of town."

    "Wait, wasn't Amy in critical condition in the hospital with
broken ribs and stuff?"

    "She got better."

    "Oh. How?"

    "She didn't tell me much, but it sounds like she'll have a
long, weird story to tell us when we get there."

    "And what about Jade? Won't she get," Serena's eyes half-
watered at the idea, "repossessed?"

    Raye frowned at her companion. "Maybe I should have used
a different word," she regretted her use of terminology, then went
on to say, "Yeah, that's something to worry about, isn't it? But
it's an emergency. We'll just have to hope she'll be okay until we
can get back."

---

    Jadeite hugged her teddybear close, frantic eyes darting left
and right. "Alright!" she shouted. "Nobody move!"

    On the yellow school bus, a bunch of penguins that filled
all the rows blinked, looked at each other, then stared back at
the girl. "Wark wark wark?"

    Jadeite pointed her teddybear at the driver as if she were
threatening to fire. "Take this bus to 'Tim's Ucchan, now!"

    "Wark, wark, wark," the driver muttered something that sounded
vulgar, then straightened his cap with his white and black flipper.

    *Vroom-vroom* The penguin started the engine and pushed down
on the extended gas pedal.

    General Jadeite panted, trying to figure out what to do. She
knew that her only chance really was to get to 'Tim and hope that
he had some way to get rid of whatever was attacking her. In a
fast, frantic search, she couldn't find Raye, and had doubts that
she would really be able to help anyway. "Charlatan," the girl
spat. "KEEP DRIVING!" she yelled at the penguin.

    "Wark, wark, wark war-war wark!" the penguin shot back at
her, rapidly turning the wheel to the right.

    *SCREECH!*Crash-crash* The bus rounded a corner, smashing
through a fire hydrant and ploughing through a couple cars. Even
so, the yellow monstrosity continued on.

    *HONK-HOOOONK!* The driver pushed on the horn a couple times,
muttering things in a grouchy manner. "WARK-WARK!"

    "Yesss, just keep on going," added Jadeite, trembling wildly.
Taking a few deep breaths, she worked on trying to figure out who
would or could take control of her like this. It could be Beryl;
perhaps she'd tracked her down and was going to kill her. It
could be aliens, it could be demons, heck, it could be a dozen
different things!!!

    <Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong!> a voice inside her head
whispered.

    Jadeite scowled. <Who are you, invader?>

    

    The blonde growled internally. <This is _my_ body, and no
one is going to take it from me, I swear it.>

    <You took it from me first.>

    The General was trying to make connections at a deeper level.
Finding out who was attacking him would go a long way toward
discovering a weakness and arranging a defense. So, problem number
one, whose body did he have? It was his, and yet not--of course! <Are
you by any chance the darling girl who drowned in a spring thousands
of years ago?>

    <BAKASAMA! KING OF ALL IDIOTS, you really don't remember-->
the voice shouted, but stopped and trailed off before beginning
again. <Ahh! Yes, so you've discovered me, General Jadeite. Yes, I
am the girl who drowned in the spring so long ago. My name is...
Jane, and you have my body. I was four years old when I drowned,
and I don't like people being mean in my body!>

    "Hah, I knew it!" whispered General Jadeite triumphantly.

    

    <You have an awfully large vocabulary for such a young girl...>

    <I... always won first prize on spelling bees, mister.>

    "Now I can arrange a defense," the general commented to
himself. <Ahh, well, then. Let me tell you something, little girl.
You seem to be a very bright child, so I shall explain it to you. I
am a very important person in this world, only your presence is
stopping me from doing what I need to do here.>

    <What do you do?>

    <I... help people, Jane. Only, I need to be in my true form
to do things, like give candy to children, presents on Christmas;
things like that.>

    The general wasn't sure, but he thought he heard something
like a disbelieving mental cough.

    <Okay, mister. I trust you. I like candy. It's tasty and
all that. And I like presents on days like Christmas? Yes, Christmas.
When are we gonna do it?>

    <All in good time, child. All in good time. First, however,
you must stop trying to hurt me. I am not an evil man.>

    <O-okay. I believe you. I don't like fighting, so I'm not
gonna hurt you no more.>

    "Excellent," Jadeite rejoiced. <Good girl, Jane. Good girl.>

    <But there's one thing that's bothering me, Jade-guy.>

    <What is that, girl?>

    

    <We shall work something out, my dear. I promise.>

    <But, I trust you. You could show that you trust me. Are
you willing to let me walk around, y'know, just for a couple
minutes. I wanna laugh, I wanna sing, I wanna->

    <Not right now.>

    <No, now! I wannawannawannawannawannawannawannawanna->

    The general winced. Well, he'd established that he was only
up against a four-year-old girl. How much trouble could she possibly
be? <Oh, alright. I'm letting go,> he relaxed, <now for just a couple
minutes. Try to take control.>

    "Tee-hee, sure, mister," the other being said aloud. "Sucker."
She grinned. "Pulse number two," the blonde put her hands at her
sides, "GO!"

    <WHAT?! NO!!!>

    *BZRR-RRRR-RRR-ZRRR!* Sparks flew around the little blonde
girl, and she glowed a blinding pink.

    <AAAAAH!>

    "So tell me, how does betrayal feel?" the girl asked.

    Sparks continued to crackle around the bus.

    "Ooooh," the passengers were in awe at the show.

    "Wark, wark wark!" the driver looked ticked, so he started
driving really angry-like. He swayed back and forth from one side
of the road to another, passing a red light and speeding toward
the end of the street, where there was a T-junction, and slammed
directly into the big, red brick wall.

    *Crash!* Jadeite was ejected headfirst from the vehicle,
breaking through the windshield and smashing through the wall.
"WAAAAH!"

    "Wark? Wark wark wark?" The penguins pushed back their airbags
and started emergency exit procedures, leaving in an orderly fashion
out the back door.

---

To be continued...

I hope you've enjoyed it so far. I'll be needing time to revise and expand 
from here.
My personal due date for the whole chapter (finished and polished up) is for
December 31. Perhaps it'll be sooner, but that depends on how time-consuming
school is. Who knows, we may get another part of "Going at it Like 
Rabbits!!!" done
by that time, too.

I'll still be working on it, though, so don't worry...

-------------------------------
Benjamin A. Oliver
boredcollective@aol.com

    "We are the Bored. Lower your shields and surrender your fics.
     We will add your standup and slapstick comedy to our own.
     Your humor will adapt to entertain us.
     Resistance is and always has been: Futile."

"Mother, could you please turn off the Reggae music?"
        -Terra, NETTG!! Ch.10 P.2 (10/??)
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