And moving on:

Eclipse of the Moon 2: Purification Day
Chapter 6

About time we got to see this:

Breathing deeply, Chiba Mamoru closed the door behind
him and leaned against it. With a mental sigh, he
gratefully thanked what powers govern such things that it
was over. Of course,

it's not over, since he thinks its over.

 he knew, there were no other choices.

Usagi, Rei, or Ami

He would marry all three. Putting out for three women would be rough, but he
would manage it.

"Hi Mom, this is my friend Cyanide, never mind he's
ten years older than me and hallucinating wildly, who's
currently homeless and needs a place to come down.

Usagi's Mom: Just like my college days, then. Pull some of my leather
restraints from my under my bed and time him up so he doesn't hurt himself,
honey.

No,

don't mind the guns and explosives, it's okay," he mouthed
aloud, reiterating the recently concluded conversation. Of
course the girls didn't realize exactly what the gunman's
problem was, he added silently, and there was no way he was
going to tell them. That was someone else's affair to deal
with. Someone else who was currently on Mamoru's bed. He
also doubted, in spite of their protests, that they'd feel
comfortable under the same roof as the fallen fighter. "And
both Makoto and Minako looked like they would feel far too
comfortable with it."

Stray quote. And 'heh'

"Just thinking about what's going on," he responded.
Mamoru took the time to smooth his oxford shirt. It had
been rumpled and folded when he had carried Cyanide down
from the roof. In the struggles, as he had been apparently
mistaken for a six headed monster, he'd also come to
possession of a black eye and multiple bruises.

Yay, Cyanide. Hit Tux-boy again.

His solid leather soled shoes tapped lightly on the
kitchen tile as he walked up behind his girlfriend.

No Lolita complexes here. :P

She

looked up, setting the box of chocolate crackers aside for
a moment. Mamoru still had most of his suit on,

Which disappointed her, since she wanted to meet 'Mr. Wiggly' again.

pants that

had been perfectly pressed, black patent leather belt,

patented by whom?

 and

a crisp, lightly starched white shirt. The jacket and vest
had been discarded when they had arrived. While you could

'she' instead of 'you'

"So, what did you do today?" she asked as she slid
over and wrapped and

an

to get a little practice and experience on the other side
of the classroom, and he said he might be able to find
something for me." He gave Usagi a quick hug before lightly
extracting himself from her grip. His hands began throwing
a meal together,

rose petals over everything.

 working quickly with the experience of one

of the few bachelors who could cook.

"That's great!" gushed Usagi. She was so proud she
felt sure she would burst.

And she did, in a big explosion of muscle, blood, and gore. Turned out the
T-1000 wasn't dead after all. Just waiting to get the drop on her with his
grenade launcher.

Mamoru was silent for a long moment. All his instincts
were screaming for him to lie, but he couldn't do that, not
to her. "He died not long ago."

Steamrollar accident. Quite sad, really.

"Oh, that's horrible," Usagi drew back and pondered
her food in silence. "Was it connected to whatever problem
he and Cyanide shared?"

"Something similar."

A steamrollar plowed through the wall, flattening Cyanide and proving the
point.

When he didn't go any further than that and focused
his mind on his food, Usagi let it slide for the time
being. She did ask one more thing, "Any chance of that
happening to Cyanide?"

Mamoru: We can only dream.

Again Mamoru was silent. He finished his meal,
collected his and Usagi's empty plates, and carried them to
the kitchen. She rose and followed him to the kitchen,

drop the 'him to the kitchen'. Don't need it since we know where he went.

***

After he was finished, he waited by the door. A quick
glance into his room showed an effort had been made to
remake the bed, but it was shoddily done and would need to
be corrected.

Prissy fop.

"Were out of your mind on drugs, nearly got Usagi, her
friends, and yourself killed, kicked me twice in the face,
and almost trashed my room before coming down? Yes, as a
matter of fact you were and did. Don't worry about
apologizing, I know you either don't remember it, or your
memories are much different from mine."

Cyanide: Actually I remember all of it. I had a fucking great time. Was
going to ask if you had some more acid laying around.

"Fuck you."

"Oh, brilliant rebuttal.

Sometime two words are more appropriate than two thousand. ^_^

 Shall I go to the kitchen and

look around? I might be able to find some glue for you to
sniff.

Cy: Sure. If you don't mind sharing.

"I didn't do any fucking 'cid last nigh, okay!? I
haven't done that shit in years. It was a damn flashback; I
can't control them."

Heh.

Mamoru was silent again, his face expressionless. For
several long moments, they regarded each other thus.

"I believe you," he said finally.

"Oh, yay. My heart leaps for joy."

Good. He should be sarcastic.

"You run away. Great way of solving your problems."

Works for me.

"To talk, actually. Just talk." Pyrite flipt

flipped

"I'm curious. Back on Nemesis, you hated the Senshi just as
much as I did. What changed you to their loyal guard dog?"

Cy: Scooby snacks.

If they hadn't have

drop 'have'

 at that moment finished the stairs

and gone onto a populated street, Cyanide probably would
have tried to shoot him. As it was, he ground his teeth
together and clenched his fist.

Just one fist or two?

"Pyrite, I'm about to ignore all these people around
us and kill you. Shut the fuck up."

"Would that be in keeping with our new personae?
Cyanide, repentant warrior for good, doesn't seem to me
like the type who'd stoop to violence just because someone
said a few things he didn't want to hear.

Obviously he doesn't know Cy. :)

 >

"All right! Fine! Let's cut the bullshit, Pyrite, and
face facts. I know just as well as you that all this
redemption shit the Senshi seem to like so much is just
that, shit, for guys like you and me. We don't have a
chance and probably wouldn't take it if it was offered. I
know it; you know it. I don't even fucking care any more.
So I'm not going to be saved and become a good person. So
it's not even a fucking issue. So fuck you, and fuck Tuxy,
and fuck all the rest of it. Go to hell. If I see you
again, I'll kill you. Consider it my latest contract."

Cy: The payment: self-satisfaction.

Katsuhiro, hearing himself addressed, looked up,
smiled so widely it looked like his face would fall in
half, and drooled

You describe children so accurately its scary.

. On tiny

One

 pink corner of tongue rested on

his lip, not quite able to find its way back inside the
mouth. His impish little eyes peered around, never stopping
on anything in particular.

Giggling in spite of herself, Makoto reached down and
began to tickle her innocent charge. Instantly the victim
reverted quivering

reverted to

It had been early evening last night when Makoto,
tired and hungry, had returned to her house. She was not
really looking forward to cooking, much as she loved it,
and vague thoughts of reheated meals danced through her
head. As she had climbed the steps, shoulders slouched with
the weight of her day, Mr. Mitoru had approached her.

for hot sex, but she wasn't in the mood, and he didn't look like he old
sempai.

The Mitoru's lived about half a block away, and Makoto
never could quite seem to remember when or where she met
them.

Uh oh.

"Katsi? Oh wait! Isn't that Ryan's little brother,
Aaaaammmii?" She heard the singsong question through the
phone and laughed. "Can we stop by and see him?" The level
of ecstatic hopefulness in Usagi's voice was well nigh
unbelievable.

Yeah, considering she's had to deal with her own future bane, Chibi-Usa
already.

"Yay! We'll be over then! Bye."

"Bye." The phone clicked. "Well, let me see. I guess I
could make those octopus balls." A distant subdued
shattering noise echoed through the house. Two seconds
later, the sounds of someone tumbling down the stairs
reached her ears. "Hello, Cyanide. Get lost looking for the
door?" she asked without looking away from her cabinet.

So that's where he ended up. Heh

"You know there's an intruder in here?"

"Oh really?"

"I saw him from the street. Crawling through the
living room. I lost track of him coming in."

"He should be in the crib to your left."

Cyanide turned and looked. Katsuhiro, sitting in the
middle of the yellow and blue crib, ignored him. Silence
passed.

And then there was the roar of a gun. "Got him," Cyanide called out.

"It's disgusting."

"You would say that," she replied. "And please put
that away. I promise you that if he tries anything, I'll
protect you." Two fingers pushed the Glock away from the
infant. She smiled, patted him on his suspicious little
head, and turned back to the kitchen. Katsuhiro quietly
burbled on.

Kid's a demon. I just know it.

"Uh, about the window then-"

"There's another one in an upstairs closet.

She keeps spare windows lying around? That's one prepared senshi.

"Shit! What? An I

Am

pinching the little bugger

somewhere?" Cyanide lifted the screaming bundle away from
himself and examined both it and his chest. As he held the
child by the armpits, he snorted with disgust at his soiled
shirt.

Would be my reaction too. It's easy to understand why I have no parental
instincts to speak of. ^_^

"Dammmaargh! Fine. All right, here. Play with this."

It's an unloaded gun.

"No I'm not.

No, I'm

You shouldn't open the door without

checking it. Could be someone trying to kill you."

Cy: People do that to me all the time. Sometimes even the paperboy, when I'm
late with my payments.

Makoto listened for the sounds of baby babble and
found her charge behind a sofa. Katsuhiro looked up,
smiled, and waved a Colt Forty Five. He then went back to
sucking on the barrel.

knew it

"He liked it more than the Berreta." He plucked it
from her hand.

Good taste

"You do not let small children play with guns!" Rei
was shocked.

Cy: I did. And look how I turned out.

"Hey, I took the bullets out first."

No different from a toy gun then, unless the little bugger carries his own
.45 ammo. The girls are overreacting.

"Only about another hour. When they get home Mr.

home, Mr. (I think)

Someone said something involving the word "shit" many
times.

Heh

"In short," Ami smiled, abashed. "Of course, we do
have a few cards to play. While neither of the machines
seems impaired by our disguise magic, I can track them as
well provided I can get close enough." She produced and
powered up her computer. "I have roughly a half mile range
on the first one, and twice that on the second." She began
running her scanning program and observed the readout. For
a moment she frowned, wheels within her head turning almost
audibly. Then she turned very white.

Heh. It's in the room. '

"What is it?" Minako asked. Trepidation was in her
voice.

"It's the big one. It's currently less than a block
away, right outside Ryan's house."

Was close

The room was empty in seconds. They took the baby.

Oh, that should be fun. Can't wait for more.Great amusing work, as always.

D.B. Sommer

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