Jed Hagen wrote:

At 07:35 PM 9/7/2001 -0700, Adrian Tymes wrote:

Kyhdin@aol.com wrote:

"You are Sailorjupiter."

"Alright! I'm healed!"

*Detransform*

Nope.

That's the interesting part.

True, that is interesting.  Though the same injury could be acquired by
the normal Makoto.

This could be extended to the other senshi.  For instance, say Haruka
started getting addicted to her increased power as Uranus, and started
sneaking in transformations just before her races to increase her own G
tolerance...

Hmmm...

"Flowers for Ami," anyone?

The main thing I can't believe is that I didn't get inspired to do a
response-fic first...  ^_^;;

---

It hurts, frowning all the time.  No, really, it does.

You'd better be glad you're a diary.  Diaries don't laugh.

I never knew how much my face hurt just from showing my anger all the
time.  The dull pain must have faded into the background years ago.
People adapt to whatever misery they find themselves in.  Just another
cosmic joke on the human race: we're pathetic, but we're *designed* not
to know just how bad off we are.  I suppose it keeps most of us from
moping about it all the time.

But you know what the worst thing about smiling is?  Once you've
experienced it, you want to do it again.  It's more addictive than sex
and drugs - combined.  Believe me, I know.  The only reason you don't
is because I was still learning how to write back then.  Even that
couldn't get me out of my funk, so I soon lost interest.  But this...

Maybe I'd better tell you how it all happened.  I'm still having
trouble believing it myself.

So I'm going off to school, my throat still a bit sore from chewing out
mom about some trivial thing.  Honestly, I think the only reason she
hasn't kicked me out of the house yet is 'cause, as much as I beat him
up, Shingo would bawl his heart out if I left.  I don't deserve him.
I try to shield him from all the world's illusions - I told him the
truth about Santa Claus when we spent that Christmas with Dad's
relatives in America - so they don't build up and burst.  Sure, he's a
little less happy now, but at least he won't be really upset when he
learns the world's been lying to him.

Anyway...I'm feeling my usual bitchy self, wondering if I'll happen to
run into my favorite punching bag Mamoru again (he *still* has the
nerve to ask me about my test scores), when I see some kids beating up
on a black cat.  Much like myself at that age, I suppose...and the
world doesn't need more people as screwed up as I am.  So, I chase them
off, only actually landing one punch.  I'm pretty sure his arm isn't
broken, not that it matters.

The cat just looked at me all funny, and I noticed it had a crescent
scar on its forehead.  No...not a scar, now that I think about it, more
like a yellow tattoo.  Too neat, too precisely shaped to be a scar or a
birthmark.  I got a funny feeling I'd be seeing that cat again...but
then I noticed the time.  Already late to school.

One of the benefits to being a bitch: you don't mind the punishments
that much, and sometimes they don't even bother.  Like today.  Ms.
Haruna tried to make an example of me, pound the nail that sticks out.
Only to find the nail wouldn't budge.  She didn't even pause her
lesson when I came in late, just pretending like I wasn't even there.
She only reacts when I get really out of line, disrupting the class.  I
know for a fact she's counting the days until I'm out of her hair for
good.

I guess word is starting to get around about me.  At lunchtime, I only
had to pummel one person for calling me "meatball head": the class
nerd.  For someone so smart, he really doesn't seem to learn very well
unless it's written out in a book.  No one mocks my hair.  Even Naru's
learned that lesson...and it's only because she manages to dance around
all my buttons without stepping on any of them that she's still my
friend.  I don't know why she puts up with me; she must be either a
masochist, soaking up my abuse, or a sadist, wanting a ringside seat
when anyone else sets me off.  Or maybe both.

Anyway, the rest of the school day was predictably boring.  Almost the
only reason I keep doing my homework and taking those tests is to show
my contempt for this pitiful work...and so I can taunt those losers in
the lower 90%.  Not that I bother associating with anyone who scores as
high as I do: they're either stuck-up and pretentious, or they know
what they are doing and therefore dangerous.  I like to think of myself
as the latter.

After school, Naru invites me to see her mother's jewelry shop.  I
don't know why people go so gaga over shiny baubles: they're just
rocks.  Rocks are for throwing, to break stuff (and sometimes people).
Still, I figure maybe they'll have something that screams to the world,
"BACK OFF".  Maybe some diamond-edged brass knuckles or something.  No
such luck.

I finish my trivial homework on the bus back to my house, a feat mom
utterly refuses to believe, so she sends me to my room to finish it.
Eh, fine, whatever, I'd rather be there than hang out with her anyway.
Unless I knew surreality was waiting for me.

The cat, from earlier.  And she's talking.  Of course I believe the
voice is coming from her, so I pick her up (gently at first, save the
painful grip until the claws come out so she'll know what she's being
punished for) and try to find the speaker.  No luck: it really is the
cat who's talking.  Luna, she calls herself.

She claims to be from this Moon Kingdom, and says I'm the reincarnation
of their Sailor Moon.  Of course I'm skeptical, but when she produces a
brooch out of thin air and asks me to put it on, I figure I'll go along
with the joke.  I can't beat up the people responsible until they
reveal themselves at the joke's end.  Or maybe I'll find a way to turn
the joke on them.  So, when she asks me to say the words to transform,
I just call out the first words to come to mind.  And they did come to
mind, almost as if the brooch put them there.

I'm just starting to think there's something to this when it hits me.

Power.  Vast, raw *POWER* like nothing I've ever felt before.
Strength, enhanced senses, surer foot, moving and thinking faster...all
that, and more.  I'm still not sure what all is there, but I know I'm
going to spend some time figuring it out.  A quick glance out the
window confirms the direction it all feels like it's coming from: the
Moon.  And something else...

I've already told you about the frown.  But it's more than that.  It's
like a fog of anger I've lived in my whole life just...vanished.
Suddenly I feel at peace, calm...serene, even.  Kind of like going from
heated frenzy to a Zen moment, all at once.

Even when I hear Naru calling for help - what am I, Superman? - the
usual rage I'd feel on someone else beating her up just isn't there.
Just a sense of duty, protecting her like I should protect everyone.

I don't even remember the trip there.  One moment I'm leaping out my
bedroom window, Luna on my shoulder, then a blur of motion like I'm
riding inside the evil-seeking missile my body has become, then I'm
face to face with Big Ugly.

Well, ok, not right away.  The monster tried to pretend to be Naru's
mother for a moment.  But I knew she wouldn't still be walking around
with all these unconscious people nearby: she'd be calling the medics
or, more likely, faint and join them.  It doesn't take much dialog to
get the monster to drop the disguise.

And that's when it starts getting scary.  I try to take control of my
body, to rush up and beat the stuffing out of this bastard who hurt my
friend.  But my body has other plans, helped by instruction from Luna.
This Zen thing isn't just a change of mind: it's a prison for my anger.
A prison for *me*...if I let it be.  Fine, whatever, leave my anger
behind if I want control of my body?  I'll play along, for precisely as
long as it takes for me to find the key to this jail...and then, watch
out world.

I regain control just after my body's tossed the tiara that came with
the transformation like a frisbee, somehow enchanting it to become a
disk of energy.  A hit, but not enough to destroy the enemy.  And then
help arrives.

I will admit, this Tuxedo Mask character is cute.  He's got a flair for
dramatic entrances, and he *just* missed the enemy with a rose thrown
hard enough to stick in the floor.  Well, nobody's perfect.  Still,
there's something familiar about him...but the middle of battle is no
time for that.  Another disc toss (this tiara must be some sort of
magic boomerang), and the monster turns to dust.  Ok, so I didn't get
to beat it up; I suppose killing it is the next best thing.

Unfortunately, TM is gone...and with the people waking up, Luna advises
we should make ourselves scarce.  No argument there.  Luna knows about
scarce: once we get back, she's hiding before I detransform.  She
must've known I wanted to wring her neck for not telling me about that
trap.  Well, maybe I'll forgive her if I see her again; Naru would've
been in major trouble if Luna hadn't given me this power.

Besides, maybe she knows why I'm getting a daydream about some Taj
Mahal wannabe on the Moon.

---

Luna finished pawing through the dairy as the sun came up, sneaking
another nervous peek towards the slumbering blonde before putting the
dairy away.  "Well, she certainly is the reincarnation of the princess.
I just hope, when she meets Beryl again, she does not channel her anger
into another magical blast large enough to wipe out civilization.  We
were lucky to save life on Earth, even if it was at the cost of the
Moon Kingdom.  Now that we're *on* Earth..."  She shuddered, for
neither the first, nor the last, time.
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