The Prank War

Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon.

A/N: Alright, here’s chapter 6, and I hope you enjoy it. I decided to make this chapter longer so that I could get to the prank. Which, I am happy to say, I did! So, hope you like it, and please review!!

Chapter 6:

The ice cream parlor was busy; as usual. Tons of people were loitering; filling up so much space that Usagi and Seiya were forced to stand as they ate the delicious treat. Seiya was eating a small cup of chocolate ice cream, while Usagi, well…consumed enough ice cream to feed an army. For an entire year.

On her ice cream cone she had piled every kind of ice cream known to man. And a few that weren’t. It was both fascinating and frightening.

As they ate Seiya wondered what she needed his help with. It wasn’t as if she should need it. She was the future queen of Crystal Tokyo for goodness sake! He looked over at Usagi, who was happily trying to sufficiently taste every flavor before the ice cream succumbed to the heat and melted. Hmm…What did she need? He wanted to ask her now, but taking Usagi away from her ice cream was like asking Death to walk right through the door and collect your soul. Seiya sighed. He didn’t want to die yet, so he guessed that he’d have to wait.

Twenty minutes and a lot of napkins later, Usagi and Seiya sat on benches outside the ice cream parlor. Seiya looked over at Usagi; that had been an…interesting experience. At least she looked happy, h meh meant that he could pop the question, so to speak.

“Usagi?” he asked, his head tilted back to watch the drifting clouds. In his mind, any bad news she had wouldn’t be as bad if he distracted himself by keeping his eyes on the sky.

“Hmm?” she answered, too busy cleaning her fingers to really pay attention.

“Why do you need my help? Is something wrong? Is there a new enemy?” His questions came out in a rush; hurried by his concern. His anxiety was erased, however, when Usagi idly waved her hand, and shook her head.

“There isn’t a new enemy or anything bad like that. I just need your help to get even with somebody, and I was wondering if you would be willing to be my partner in crime.”

Seiya blinked. That was it? She just wanted to get revenge? Hmm…He shouldn’t really be surprised, though. This was Usagi he was talking about.

“Revenge? On who?”

“Mamoru,” she said, as if getting revenge against your boyfriend was a normal everyday occurrence.

Well, for Usagi maybe, but definitely not for him.

“Why, what’d he do?”

He watched as Usagi raised her hand and looked at her nails. “He turned my hair green,” she answered, with just a slight hint of anger.

Seiya’s eyes widened. “He turned your hair green and he lived to tell about it!?” He knew that to mess with Usagi’s hair was like signing your own death warrant. There were just some things you didn’t do, and messing with her hair was one of them.

Usagi looked at him and winked. “Not if you help me, he won’t.”

Seiya thought about it. Even though he didn’t really condone revenge, making Mamoru suffer was very appealing. Ever since Mamoru had played that prank on him during his last visit, Seiya had dreamed of getting even. They were, of course, only dreams, but this…this was reality. He could seriously get even, and since it was Usagi’s idea…

He wouldn’t have to feel guilty.

Seiya looked Usagi dead in the eye and nodded. “Alright,” he said. “I’ll do it.”

He’d expected a thank you or a simple hug, but, instead, he received a full-out tackle when Usagi leaped across the bench, proving, yet again, that she was not an ordinary human.

“Alright. We have lots to do before tonight, so let’s get going!” Usagi’s voice startled Seiya out of his introspective thoughts, and the next thing he knew, they were going down the street, Usagi dragging him by the arm as hard as she could. Wait…Tonight!? What!?

“Tonight? Don’t we need more time to plan?”

“Nope,” said Usagi, keeping her death grip on his arm as she continonwaonwards.

“But…”

He didn’t really want to do it tonight. He’d just gotten here, plus, he really felt like being lazy. Especially with the fight between his brothers earlier.

“But nothing. We are going to do this tonight,” said Usagi, her voice curt as she continued to drag Seiya down the street, drawing curious looks and excited whispers from many of the people they passed.

Seiya groaned. Great. This was not the kind of publicity he needed right now. He’d been gone from Earth for a couple of years, but people still remembered the Three Lights.

Vividly.

He just knew that, starting tomorrow, he, as well as Yaten and Taiki, would be all o ver the news. Which they didn’t want, since they hadn’t come back to earth to resume their singing career. In fact, it was quite the opposite. They were trying to go incognito, but, so far, without any success. And pulling a major prank tonight, after the fight at the Crown Arcade and this quick jaunt down the street would most likely destroy any possibility of living in peace and quiet.

Maybe if he begged she would change her mind.

“But why tonight? Wouldn’t tomorrow be just as good?” he asked, in a plaintive voice.

“No,” answered Usagi.

“But why?” he asked, in a very whiny voice, trying to get her to postpone it.

“Because,” answersagisagi, slowing down slightly to glance back at him.

“Because why?”

“Because I said so,” she replied.

“But I don’t want to!” he whined, sounding exactly like a five year old. Like he could help it. He used to be a pop star, after all.

“Seiya,” said Usagi, stopping and turning around to face him, “didn’t I save your life today?”

He sighed. “Yes.” He had hoped that she wouldn’t use that against him, but she has just shot that idea through the heart.

“So, since I saved you from being trampled to death, you would think that you’d be more than grateful to help me with this,” Usagi snapped, her hands on her hips and her blue eyes narrowed in anger.

Seiya sighed. “Yes, of course. I apologize.” Sometimes he wondered if she acted all sweet and gullible in order to fool people so that she could secretly maneuver them like they were pawns; getting them exactly where she wanted them without their knowledge. It definitely wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. He had seen her sneaky side pop up every now and then. Just a minute ago, in fact. Look at how easy it had been for her to box him in a corner. She was sneaky, alright.

“Okay,” she said. “Let’s get going.” And without a second thought she grabbed his arm and dragged him back to her house to begin setting up the greatest prank of all time, in Usagi’s mind anyway. And, really, who was he to argue?

Meanwhile…

(In Mamoru’s POV)

I love Tokyo. It’s always been so clean, so cheerful, well…on my side of town anyway. But still, I love living here. And why shouldn’t I? I’m a young, upbeat, male in his prime, and the sky’s the limit. My life couldn’t get any better than this, but, unfortunately, it could get worse. Like it did today. Everything started out great but it ended up in a way that could only be described as bad.

Let me tell you how the day went from good to horrible, you won’t believe how it happened.

I woke up this morning in a great mood. I mean, after the dream I had about Usagi I’m kind of entitled to it. It wasn’t a normal kind of guy fantasizing about his girlfriend dream. Instead, it was a guy plays the ultimate prank on his girlfriend dream.

I know the one I just pulled was one of the besut tut the one I dreamed about…

People would worship me for it, not that they don’t already, but you can never be worshipped too much.

Anyway, after I had my dream I woke up. On time. For the first time ever in almost a year. It’s weird, but I can almost swear that Usagi is giving me her bad habits, or she has been possessing me in order to get everything she wants.

Hmm…

Either way works for me.

So, I woke up, on time, and went through my normal routine. Shower, brush teeth, shave, admire myself in the mirror, dress, and eat a healthy breat. At. After I went through my routine I left my apartment to go shopping. Yes, shopping. I know it seems weird, me being a guy and all, but I can’t help it. Shopping is, I hate to say it, somewhat enjoyable.

Usagi must be putting something in my food.

When I go shopping I usually take a pretty predictable route, which, predictably, I did today. I can’t really remember my exact path, but, then again, I don’t have to because I’ve gone that way so many times.

My shopping trip was followed by a quick trip to the library, quick meaning I got out of there in less than two hours. After the library I wandered around aimlessly, and the next thing I knew I was at my favorite hangout, the Crown Arcade.

The arcade is a place full of memories. For years I’ve been going there to get rid of stress, to talk to my old friend Motoki, and, my all time favorite, to taunt odango atama.

Unfortunately, when I arrived she wasn’t there. I had wanted to bask in the glory of teasing her after all, but, on the flip side, I was able to tell Motoki all the gory details.

Yes, guys do gossip. We just prefer not to tell anyone.

Anyway, after I described every single detail to Motoki I decided to hang around to see if anything would happen. And would you know it, I had been waiting twenty minutes when something did happen.

But it wasn’t good.

In fact, it was downright horrible.

I was sitting there, discreetly admiring myself with a small compact mirror when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I, of course, immediately put my mirror away and turned around in my seat. It was rude, after all, to ignore my fans.

To my surprise, I found not a worshipping fan, but a very angry senshi. And not just any angry senshi.

Haruka. The only senshi that would seriously skin me alive, nail my hide to her wall, and throw darts at it. The others. of course, would only threaten me until the sky turned green, but she was the only one that would actually DO it.

I gulped. I couldn’t help it. Especially since she was standing there with her hand very near her subspace pocket. And I mean, very near. I knew that if I wasn’t very careful I would find Haruka’s weapon of choice shoved up my…well, you know…

Stupid Sailor Senshi and their stupid subspace pockets.

“Hi, Haruka,” I said, trying my best to appear innocent of any wrongdoing. Sadly, I knew that with my devilishly good looks I was going to have a hard time with that. Me? Innocent? As far as this month’s magazine was concerned I wasn’t.

“Mamo-baka,” she returned, her voice so cold I swear she could have turned hell into a frozen wasteland.

“So, what brings you here?” I asked while I cautiously edged away. Let me tell you, she was just plain scary at that point. She’d gone from glaring at me to shooting invisible death beams in my direction.

“Nothing much,” she growled. “I just thought it was time to talk,” she said, suddenly brandishing her weapon at me. Now, when she did that, I “eeped.” I hate to admit it, but the way she held her weapon in front of my face scared me so badly I wanted to run away. But, I can say, feeling that way was perfectly justifiable, because the way she was holding that weapon made me fear for my face. And, of course, I can’t have my good looks ruined. They are my livelihood.

“Talk?” I asked her, as I continued to edge away from her, which, unfortunately, made me fall off seat and onto the floor.

“Well, sort of,” she said, as she raised her weapon and held it at the perfect angle to chop my head off.

“What abouI asI asked, while, at this point, I crawled backwards away from her.

“About how you should treat my koneko with respect!” she snarled. And that was all the warning I had before she leaped towards me, her weapon raised high.

I don’t really recall what happened in the following minutes, but I am surprised that no one jumped in to help. Then again, maybe not. Haruka probably scared them into stupidity, because you would have to be stupid not to help someone who is a public icon. But I guess I don’t blame them. It was Haruka, after all.

Anyway, several minutes later Haruka was on her way out the door, a smirk on her face, and I was alone on the floor, nursing several bruises. Thankfully, none of them were on my face.

After a few more minutes, more like half an hour, everything returned to normal, and I found myself being covered with bandages by Motoki, who tsked like some mother hen the whole time he did it.

Everything after that kind of passed in a haze as I tried to recover from the fight and retrieve my natural arrogance. Luckily, I had just finished finding it when, to my extreme luck, Usagi and Minako walked through the door.

Of course, I soon found out that I wasn’t as lucky as I thought.

Figures.

Naturally, I immediately started to tease her. I couldn’t help it. I figured I’d make a few remarks, she’d get mad, and then it would all be over.

Boy, was I wrong.

After I teased her, she wasn’t mad; she was furious. So furious that she decided to use her glare o’ death on me. She definitely shouldn’t be allowed to use it, well….at least not until I get my glare o’ doom patented.

For a few minutes I sweated nervously, while I did my best to get her to stop it. And, note to self: Arrogance does NOT work when Usagi is that pissed off. I knew I shouldn’t have left my Usagi Tempometer at home, otherwise I would have known how mad she was.

Unfortunately, my arrogance made her glare more, and I was only let off the hook when she decided to tear my throat out. Yeah, sounds weird, but when she did try to attack me Seiya appeared, out of nowhere I might add, and took her attention off of me.

Stupid wonder boy.

I swear he has a hero complex.

And after he appeared, things got so much worse. Usagi paid attention to him. Not that I didn’t mind it at the time, but still…

Then, after she had this weird mood swing, they started to talk and completely ignored me.

I hate that jerk.

It went on for a few minutes, until, luckily, Yaten and Taiki began to fight. I didn’t try to stop it. I should have, I know, but since they were trampling Seiya the only thing I felt like doing was cheering them on. Luckily, Endymion, the little devil on my shoulder, had some pom poms.

Surprisingly, it looked like everyone else felt the same as I did; sort of anyway. We all watched the fighting go on for a while, who knows how long, until Usagi decided that it was time to be nice. Without a word, she got between Yaten and Taiki, grabbed Seiya, told me to end the fight, and headed out the door without looking back.

Now that was mean.

And, of course, after that I had to end the fight. There was no point in letting it go on, especially since Endymion had left to go eat some pizza, and without Seiya it wasn’t amusing.

So, with a lot of cursing, transforming, magic attacks, bruises, and memory erasing later, I found myself heading home with an ice pack over my right eye.

Damn Starlights.

Figures that out of everything I went through they would be the ones to damage my good looks.

So, now here I am, on my couch wishing that the day had just been a figment of my imagination.

No such luck.

With my face the way it is I won’t be able to model for at least a week.

I hate my life.

Meanwhile…

“So, I thought that if we used this chant we could transport ourselves exactly where we wanted to,” Usagi said, in an excited voice.

Seiya frowned, comparing the effectiveness of the chant to the others they had come up with.

“This one would be more accurate than the others. A little bit more difficult, but I should be able to handle it,” he responded in a thoughtful voice.

They had been at Usagi’s house for several hours planning for later that night. And the prank would definitely occur later that night, even though it was taking forever to set up. He had wondered earlier why Usagi had needed his help, but it had occurred to him about an hour ago why he was her chosen assistant. He was the only one in several galaxies who had learned every ancient magical spell and chant in existence.

He guessed that he should be feeling somewhat good because she had picked him for that reason, but he was too focused on getting revenge…er…blindly helping Usagi pull a prank to really think about it.

Oh well.

He could boost his ego later.

“Good,” said Usagi grinning. She plopped down next to him on the couch and reviewed what they had come up with so far. Seiya followed her lead and went over the facts one more time. He was halfway through when a thought occurred to him.

“Hey, Usagi?” he asked, his voice questioning.

“Yeah?”

“How are we going to get Mamoru over here. He knows that you’re mad at him, so he’s going to think it’s extremely odd that you are asking him to come over here.”

Usagi waved her hand idly, and crossed her legs to get more comfortable. Denim jeans were fun to wear, but they could get uncomfortable if you wore them for too long, especially in the middle of a heat wave. “I’ve already thought about that. I’m going to call him, acting kind of pissed off, mind you, and I’m going to tell him that we’re going to hold an emergency scout meeting here around eleven.”

“But here?” Seiya asked, his voice doubtful. “He’s bound to think that’s suspicious, especially since you guys normally hold the meetings at Rei’s.

Usagi shook her head. “No, he won’t because I’m going to tell him that Rei’s grandpa is performing a spiritual cleansing in the temple, and that meetings are being held here until the temple is officially rid of all unwelcome spirits.”

“And why here?” asked Seiya, putting down his notes to regard Usagi curiously.

“Because I’m the leader,” she responded. “And because Rei ordered me to as punishment for always eating too much.”

“That’s punishment?” asked Seiya, his eyebrow raised.

Usagi shrugged. “Well, it’s better than Rei firing a flame sniper at me.”

Seiya nodded, knowing how accurate Usagi’s words were. Rei’s attacks, when fueled by her temper, were almost more painful to experience than Usagi’s glare o’ death.

“I have to say that it’s a really good plan. I’m pretty sure he’ll fall for it.”

“Thanks, which reminds me…I better go ahead and call him. Sometimes he goes to bed a little early to ‘protect his face,’ and I want to catch him before he does,” said Usagi as she bounded up off the couch and headed toward the phone, tossing the last few words over her shoulder as she did so.

“Oh, okay,” said Seiya as he watched her pick up the phone. “You know, I knew he was vain, but not THAin,”in,” he said, leaning back on the soft couch.

Usagi paused in the act of dialing the phone and looked over at Seiya, smiling as she did so. “You’ll get used to it eventually. Do you know, he used to be worse than this?”

Seiya raised his eyebrow in surprise. “He used to be worse and you actually made it so he wasn’t such a pain in the ass? Wow.”

Usagi smiled in response and nodded. “Yeah. All I had to do was threaten to shoot him and he crumpled. Couldn’t stand thoughought of potential damage to his face,” she said, pausing to giggle. “Now, hush. I need to call him,” she said, her fingers dancing over the keypad while she dialed.

Seiya sat comfortably on the couch as he listened to the phone ring. It was amazing that he could hear the phone even from across the room. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hear every little detail of the conversation, but at least he would be able to make some things out.

Usagi kept the phone propped against her ear as she waited for Mamoru to pick up. She listened to the phone ring several times, and was about to hang up when, finally, Mamoru answered the phone.

“Hello?”

“Mamoru? It’s Usagi,” she said, her fingers tapping against her arm in slight annoyance when Mamoru dit ant answer.

“Usagi? Why are you calling? Aren’t you supposed to plotting my death or something?” Mamoru asked, his voice suspicious.

Usagi sighed, already wanting to strangle him, but deciding not to in favor a very satisfying revenge. Strangulation was all well and good, but the feeling of victory was only short-lived. She wanted to be able to gloat for years afterward.

“Yes, but this call was necessary, so the girls made me call a very temporary truce.”

Seiya raised his eyebrow. A truce? No way. She would never do that, not as mad as she was. He wondered if Mamoru would be stupid enough to fall for it.

“Yeah, that’s right. A truce. I have temporarily called off my plan to torture you in ways that are illegal in thirty-seven countries.”

Seiya sighed. He shouldn’t be surprised. Mamoru may have a high IQ, but he had little to no common sense.

“Yeah…Only for tonight…Right…”

Seiya listened attentively to her side of the conversation. Unfortunately, he couldn’t hear Mamoru because Usagi was standing too far away, but he could pretty much tell what was going on anyway so he guessed it didn’t really matter.

“Oh, why? Because we’re having an emergency scout meeting.”

Seiya eyed Usagi as she lied to Mamoru. For someone who was the owner of the Ginzouishu, she could lie like a pro.

“Yeah, tonight at eleven…No, we’re not having it at Rei’s house,” said Usagi, idly twirling her hair ugh ugh her fingers.

“Why? Oh, because Rei’s grandpa is trying to vanquish some evil spirits, and he needs privacy to do it.”

Seiya strained his ears as hard as he could, but, unfortunately, he could only hear Usagi’s end of the conversation.

“Yeah, eleven tonight at my house. Yeah…Yeah…Alright, bye,” said Usagi, and with that she hung up and put the phone down.

Seiya whistled appreciatively as he regarded Usagi. “Well, you pulled that off rather nicely.”

She grinned as she planted herself on the couch, looking at Seiya with twinkling blue eyes. “Thanks. I’m rather proud of myself.”

Seiya smiled and reached over to write down the next phase of their plan. “You should be. That was a rather remarkable performance. I’m surprised you didn’t lose your cool.”

Usagi stretched and leaned back into the couch. “I almost did, but the more I talked to him the more set I became on getting revenge. And the idea of finally getting even made me really happy, so, naturally, I didn’t yell at him. Yet.”

Seiya rolled his eyes. Sometimes she could be so predictable. “So,” he said, slightly changing the subject, “what’s next?”

She tilted her head and thought about it. Hmm…What was next? She’d taken care of how to get Mamoru over here, now all she had to do was….Hmm….Take care of…Of….Oh! Take care of the scouts! She had to get them out of the way for the night! She couldn’t believe she’d almost forgotten! She grinned sheepishly at Seiya. “I can’t believe I almost forgot this, but I need to call the scouts and set up the slumber party tonight.”

Seiya looked at her and blinked. “There’s going to be a slumber party?”

Usagi nodded.

“How are you going to arrange that? There’s so many of them it will be New Year’s before they all know that there’s a slumber party.”

She smiled and looked at him. “True, but luckily I don’t have to worry about it, because tonight is our traditional movie night.”

“Damn,” said Seiya, impressed despite himself.

“So, all I have to do is tell Rei that it’s me and Mamoru’s anniversary next week, and it will instantly turn into a slumber party. And, since Yaten and Taiki are too injured to do anything we won’t have to worry about them.”

He thought about it and then paused. “Wait a minute. It’s your anniversary next week?”

Usagi grinned. “Yep, it’s been a year since he proposed, and I’m hoping that we’ll finally set a date for the wedding.”

Seiya’s jaw dropped. “You’re engaged and you didn’t tell me!?” he shrieked in a voice that reminded Usagi of Seiya’s senshi form.

She smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, I didn’t want to bother you or anything. Plus, I thought you would have expected it.”

“Yeah. I don’t know why I’m surprised. Wait… Is this why we’re doing this tonight? Because your anniversary is next week?”

Usagi turned slightly away from him, getting up and retrieving the phone as she did. “Well…”

“So, let me get this straight. You’re doing this now, so that by the time your anniversary comes Mamoru will no longer be pissed at you and he’ll buy you a great present.”

Usagi nodded, not looking guilty at all.

Seiya thought about it for a second. “Well, makes sense to me. Let’s call the other senshi so we can finish setting this up.”


“Okay,” Usagi said, and began dialing Rei’s number. “Hello? Rei? Hi, It’s Usagi. Yeah…I’m coming over. Later though. Yeah…I’m going to be late.”

Seiya watched as Usagi winced and held the phone away from her ear. The one thing he’d learned about Rei was that she had a temper that no one else could match.

“It’s not like that Rei,” Usagi said in a very high pitched voice. “I swear I’m not playing Sailor V game. No, I’m not. Because…Because me and Mamoru’s anniversary is next week and I need to think about what I want to get him,” Usagi yelled, trying to make herself heard.

He watched as she slowly put the phone to her ear. Hmm…Rei must have calmed down. That was quick. Damn, he was impressed. He didn’t know anyone who could withstand Rei’s temper AND calm her down in less than five minutes. Maybe he should take notes…

“Yeah. Of course I was going to ask you guys for help. Yeah…Okay, I’ll get everything together and come over…I promise…It’ll be a couple of hours though…All night? But…I don’t wanna…”

Seiya blinked as her voice became a full out whine. It was amazing to see the normally innocent and gullible Usagi act incredibly sneaky. He should really take notes…

“Oh, all right. I won’t forget, I swear…Okay…Bye.” And without another word Usagi hung up, and turned to face him with a smirk firmly planted on her face.

“Now, am I a genius or what?” she asked, bouncing back over to him.

He nodded, still unable to believe that she could be that devious.

“Okay,” said Usagi. “Let’s get to work. We have a lot to do before Mamoru gets here.”

“Yeah,” he said, scratching his head. “I hope we’ll be able to finish before Mamoru arrives.”

She nodded confidently. “We will, but the sooner we get started the better.” And with that, she stood up and headed into the kitchen to begin the final preparations for the prank.

Meanwhile…

Setsuna threw another popcorn kernel in her mouth as she watched Seiya and Usagi finish setting up. She’d been right in thinking that tonight would be amusing, especially with the letter that Usagi had sent her.

“So, are you going to do it?”

Setsuna glanced over at the young woman next to her, who was currently popping more prn irn in the microwave. “Of course I am. I did in the future, didn’t I?”

The woman smirked and looked at her. “Yeah,. but I wanted to see if you would change your mind.”

Setsuna sniffed. “As if I would give up the opportunity to get even with Mamoru.”

The young woman sighed and leaned against the microwave. It’s amazing how many people want to get even with him. I think the only person he’s managed not to piss off is Artemis, and that’s because of how much catnip he eats a week. I swear that cat has got a problem.”

Setsuna nodded. “Mamoru does have a talent for pissing people off.”

“Yeah, he does,” the woman said, as she reached into the microwave and retrieved the popcorn with a style that Setsuna just had to envy.

“Have you tried rehab for Artemis?” Setsuna asked, taking the super large bowl of lightly buttered popcorn once the woman was near the couch.

“No, not yet. Maybe that will work,” she said, plopping down on the couch as she threw a handful of popcorn into her mouth.

“It should,” said Setsuna. “It’ll just take some time.”

“Okay,” said the woman, as she reached for another handful of popcorn. They sat in silence for a minute as they both ate the popcorn and watched Seiya and Usagi. For them, it was a peaceful moment that very rarely came to them. Since one was the Guardian of the Gates of Time (it was so nice to see her title capitalized) and the other was a mentor and idol to a countless number of people (and it really was countless because she hadn’t gone out and counted every single person in the universe yet) it was particularly difficult to get any free time. So, of course, they enjoyed the silence while they could.

Finally, however, the silence was broken by the woman. “Hey, Setsuna?”

“Hmm..?” murmured Setsuna, too involved in watching the show to do anything else.

“Can I help? It’s been awhile since I’ve done something like this, and I feel like get inv involved.:

Setsuna tilted her head to the side for a minute, and then nodded. “Alright, but we must not let anyone know who you are and why you are here. It would destroy any chance of me living in peace and quiet, and I happen to really like my privacy.”

The woman grinned and put her arm around Setsuna’s shoulder. “Sure, I understand. Nobody needs to know that I came back to the past to get a vacation. I’ll keep it a secret, I swear.”

“That means that everyone will know by tomorrow,” Setsuna said wryly, but nodded in thanks and settled back into the couch, ignoring the woman’s cries of protest. Sometimes it was good to be the Guardian of Time. You could get in remarks about people when no one else could. Despite the neverending duties she had, this job had a lot of perks.

“Alright, then,” exclaimed the woman, after she finally settled down. “Let’s get back to watching the show.”

And with that they both reached for the popcorn, settled back in the super comfortable floating coach, and waited for the fun to start.

An Hour Or So Later…

“Hello? Is anyone here?”

Mamoru’s voice echoed throughout the house as he cautiously went inside. He hadn’t really wanted to go outside looking the way he did, but he knew what would happen if he missed the meeting.

Rei would tear into him, and there was no worse punishment than that. Earplugs weren’t able to block out her yelling. Hell, a concrete wall ten feet thick wasn’t able to block out the banshee-like screeching.

So, naturally, he was on time.

But it seemed that everyone else wasn’t because the house was dark and no one was answering him. He snorted. It figured that Usagi would be late to a meeting held at her own house.

“Hello? Odango? Are you here?” Mamoru yelled, slowly making his way through the house as he did. Mamoru strained his ears, but only silence greeted him. Now that was weird because he would have figured that someone would be here, particularly Ami. She was always on time, and the fact that she wasn’t seemed odd.

Too odd. And if he didn’t know better he’d say that Usagi was trying to play a prank on him. But since it was an emergency scout meeting he knew that it wasn’t. Usagi hated going to those meeting, especially late at night, and the one that always organized them was Rei.

So, since it obviously wasn’t a prank, he continued to make his way throught the house. It was odd though that Ami wasn’t here, or anybody else for that matter.

“Hello? Where is everybody?” Mamoru called, but nothing but silence greeted him.

Okay. This was weird. And, he hated to admit it, but he was really starting to freak out. Especially since the house was completely dark. It felt like a tomb except…for that small light…

Mamoru squinted as he tried to make out where it was coming from. It looked like…it was coming…from…the living room. Mamoru thought about the possible dangers of going in there alone, and decided that it was probably better to find out what was going one, despite the risk to his good looks. Plus, he thought, dangerous or not, there was no way he was staying in the dark part of the house by himself.

He slowly made his way to the light, while he kept his eye out for any possible threat. Not that he could see much, but still…

Time seemed to freeze as he made his way to the light. He moved closer, inch by inch, step by step, until finally he was at the light. Well, sort of. It seemed to be coming from somewhere else. He followed it with his eyes, and after a few minutes discovered that it was coming from Usagi’s living room.

Mamoru took a deep breath. “Well, here it goes,” he muttered and, not knowing what kind of evil being would jump out to kill him, stepped into the living room to the source of the light, which, surprisingly, happenedbe abe a small ball that was floating in the middle of the living room.

He raised an eyebrow at that, but decided to move towards it. As he got closer he saw that it was actually pretty. Well, pretty in a haunting, creepy kind of way, but still it sparkled and shined and made him want to come closer.

So, of course, he did. He wasn’t a man to ignore his impulses after all.

He edged forward until he was within arm’s reach. The orb was beautiful. The lights danced and shimmered and if he looked closer it looked like there were galaxies in it.

So beautiful.

Unable to help himself, Mamoru slowly reached out a hand to touch it. Closer and closer his hand crept, as he held his breath. He didn’t know why, but he had the strangest feeling that something would happen if he touched it.

He shrugged off the feeling. Touching that orb wouldn’t do anything, he was sure of it. He stretched out hisger,ger, and, while holding his breath, he touched it.

Surprisingly enough, nothing happened.re wre were no alarms, no evil youmas jumping out at him; nothing. Hmm…Must be broken. He let out a sigh, Too bad it was broken, but, hey, it worked for him.

Mamoru went to step back, only to jump in shock, however, when the lights suddenly turned on, blinding him.

He blinked, trying to seem but ended up having to cover his eyes at the intense light. He started to move backward to turn off the light when he heard a strange sound that made him stay completely still.

“Sunai wa tay so mataka…” intoned a voice in a dronelike chant.

Mamoru listened as it went on, and though he tried to move, he found that something was holding him in place. So, of course, he used his next option; he tried to yell for help, but to his surprise, he couldn’t make a sound either.

Mamoru mentally groaned as he realized that he was being forced to stay completely still and wait for whatever was going to happen to him.

He knew he should have been a doctor, because then he knew he wouldn’t have been kidnapped on account of his good looks.

Or maybe not.

Mamoru listened as the chanting continued. It seemed like forever, but after several minutes he found that his eyes no longer hurt. So, not knowing what was in store, he opened his eyes and looked around.

Only to see what had to be the shock of his life.

The first thing he noticed was that he was completely surrounded by a wall of light. The next thing his gaze landed on was Seiya, dressed in his…er…her Sailor Senshi uniform. He, currently she, was inside the wall of light, floating a few feet off the floor and chanting.

Mamoru gritted his teeth and glared. So Seiya was the one responsible for his immobility. That’s it. He was going to kill him as soon as he was free. No one forced him to do anything.

“Hi, Mamo-baka. Glad you could make it.”

Mamoru’s eyes widened at the sound of the familiar cheery voice and he glanced in the other direction. It couldn’t be. She wouldn’t.

But, considering who’s house it was, he had not reason to be surprised. So, when his eyes landed on Usagi, dressed in her Sailor Senshi uniform, he felt a mixture of anger and fear. Anger for his stupidity, but…he was a model. Being stupid was in his job description. And fear for what she would do to him in order to get revenge.

Because it was obvious she was going to get even. She wouldn’t be doing this otherwise.

“Now, I know you’re upset, but this is for your own good,” said Usagi, standing next to Seiya with her Ginzuoishu floating in front of her.

Mamoru glared, trying to her via glare that this was NOT good for him. She was going to do something horrible to him, he knew it, and he had no wish to find out what it was.

“It won’t be as bad as you think, Mamoru. You won’t die, I promise,” said Usagi cheerfully as she briefly glanced at the chanting Seiya. It sounded as if he was almost done with the spell, which meant that they were going to teleport any second now.

Good.

Usagi smiled at Mamoru. “We’re about to leave, so I can’t take the spell off of you, but the minute we get to our destination I promise I will.” She relished Mamoru’s look of shock. She had been quite aware that Mamoru had no idea how powerful she was, which was why he hadn’t expected an immobilization attack from a small floating ball. She really had to thank ChibiUsa for giving her that idea.

Usagi opened her mouth to speak again, but stopped when she saw Seiya nod slightly.

Damn. It was time to go. She had wanted to scare the living daylights out of Mamoru, but it was obvious that it wasn’t going to happen.

“Alright. Time to go,” said Usagi cheerfully..

And without another word, there was a great flash of light, and when it subsided there was nothing left in the living room but a tiny glass orb on the floor.

They were gone. Back to the Silver Millennium where Mamoru would definitely wish he had never heard the word ‘prank.’

Meanwhile…

“Hey guys?” asked Minako, munching on a cookie as she looked at yet another dress Usagi could wear for her wedding.

“Hmm?” murmured Lita, going over cake designs.

“When’s Usagi going to get here?”

Ami paused, and looked up from her computer screen that was littered with possible decoration styles for the church. “I’m not sure. I suppose when she remembers.”

The others nodded and went back to planning Usagi’s wedding. Sure, it was her engagement anniversary next week, but they all knew that the wedding date was going to be set soon. So, obviously, they had to start planning. Planning a wedding took a lot of work, and if they didn’t start now they might give Usagi the idea that she was supposed to plan the wedding.

And if that happened, well…the consequences were too horrible to even think about.

“Hey guys?” asked Minako, eyeing a beautiful medieval style dress. “Will the cake be chocolate or vanilla?”

“Vanilla,” snapped Rei. “Now get back to the planning and stop talking!”

They all went back to work, and Makoto, eyes wide, quickly scratched out chocolate cake on her list of foods to make, and put vanilla instead.

End of Chapter 6!! I hope you liked it, and please review. Thanks so much!