Yes, the title is true. I went and wrote a fic based on it.

*Listens to the anguished Screams*

Disclaimer: Sailor Moon is the creation of Naoko Takeuchi and all such rights 
belong to her. No money is being made from this fic and no such intent should 
be inferred.

Author's note at end.

-Steve "Komodo" T.
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"In all of nature, there is one universal truth that applies to every race in 
the animal kingdom: the female is always the deadlier 
 of the species."
#Save only the Botswannian Assassin Wombats, but they're a special case.

--Solomon Paine

-From some C&C by Miashara

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Entry #114

Mom graduated from medical school today, I'm so proud of her. The ceremony 
was very moving. I still feel kind of bad though, she put it aside when I was 
born and it's only recently that she went back to finish. But what's done is 
done. Now she can begin her residency. She hasn't said where yet though. Dad 
sent flowers, but mom threw them away without even looking at the card.

I hope we stay in Saint Paul, I love the winters here. I've said it before 
and I'll say it again. Ice is nice.


Amy Lynn Angela Anderson, sighed as she stepped out of the elevator onto the 
seventh floor of the condo building. Here she was, the best student in 
school, honors program, band, and volunteer at the boys and girls club 
mentoring young scientists, and her math teacher was still giving her only 
mid-level calculus. Where was the challenge? Trig, at the very least, some 
physics would be nice too.

"Or at least give me time in the chemistry lab," she muttered to herself. 
"She had been brushing her teeth yesterday morning when it suddenly occurred 
to her that a nine-volt battery, xenon gas, and the cheese on the pizzas in 
the cafeteria could be combined to create fake muscle tissue that the human 
immune system wouldn't reject. She had rushed back to her room, sketched out 
the formula and presented it to Mr. Carson, the chem lab teacher, he had 
looked at it, turned white, told her that it was very nice, and then took a 
bottle from his desk drawer and began taking long gulps from it, his hands 
shaking almost violently as they had since she had made the lab table float 
in mid-air.

She hadn't meant to make it float, but the chemical spill right before it had 
been sort of her fault. If only Doctor Knight of Pacific Tech wasn't so damn 
good at explaining particle physics. She could almost hear his voice.

'Amy Lynn, would you like to help me probe the Universe?' Protons, quarks, 
Doctor Knight explaining fusion in...intimate detail while demonstrating how 
to probe the universe on the Accelerator...Amy Lynn's mouth began to water 
and she felt her knees began to buckle. 

And Doctor Knight was fairly good looking as well she supposed. If you went 
for that sort of thing.

Pulling her key out of her pocket, she unlocked the front door and was 
startled to see her mom packing things into boxes.

"Mom?"

"Good news dear, I found a residency, we're moving!"

*****************
Amy Lynn stared out at the scenery as her mother's convertible whisked them 
down the back road.

"Where are we going again?" she asked.

"Juuban Hollow," her mother replied. "It's where I was born."

"Juuban...Mom, Juuban is a Japanese word."

"I know, dear. After the Interment camps, many Japanese headed south-east to 
found their own community. The locals migrated in, and eventually the 
community became a small town that merged with Garic's Hollow. The town 
doctor is getting ready to retire-such a dear man-and I made arrangements to 
have my residency in Juuban Hollow. When it's over, Doctor Jackson will 
retire, and I take over his practice. Not to mention my student loans get 
paid off."

"But why? Mom, it's not even cold down here."

"You'll adjust, dear."

*****************
Juuban Hollow proved to be a single street lined sporadically with old wooden 
buildings on both sides. Only one thing caught her eye. A blond haired girl 
sitting on the roof of an old pickup truck parked by the side of the road, a 
big black Great Dane sitting on the ground next to the front wheel. For just 
a moment, Amy Lynn's eyes met those of the blonde and she felt the chill of 
recognition. Then the moment had passed and the girl and her dog were far 
behind. 

At the far end of town, her mother pulled into the driveway of a large wooden 
structure in better condition then most. A second story rose from the back 
and in the distance, she could see a hill and what looked like a mansion atop 
it. A mule was grazing on some grass near the front door and regarded them 
with curious indifference before returning to grazing.

The front door opened and an elderly white-haired man dressed in a white lab 
coat and overalls over a plaid work shirt came bustling out, grinning broadly.

"Janice!" He cried out grabbing her mom in a huge bear hug. "It's good to lay 
these old eyes on you once again."

"Hello, Arthur," her mom replied, returning the hug. "It's good to see you 
too." She indicated Amy Lynn, who obediently came around the car. "And this 
is Amy Lynn."

Doctor Jackson hugged her as well. He smelled of apples...and some kind of 
sterilization chemicals.

Her Mother handed her a twenty. "Go down to the general store, dear, buy 
yourself a soda and a snack." She turned back to Doctor Jackson. "I'm looking 
forward to this, Arthur."

"Not much to look forward to, I'm afraid," Doctor Jackson replied. "Most 
injuries the people prefer to treat themselves, even severed limbs. "You're 
not going to see many patients and the few you do see are usually from Black 
Mountain Plantation where they have a little more sense then to treat an 
injury by drinking more beer."

They vanished inside, leaving Amy Lynn to her own devices.

*****************
The general store lay in the middle of town, a ramshackle old building with a 
neon open sign in the window that was half burnt out. The painted sign on the 
front read "OKASA P General Store" in green and gold letters that had been 
faded by the sun. A tall, blonde-haired man wearing a white apron, jeans and 
an old T-shirt was sweeping the front walk and he gave her a friendly smile 
as she went past.

 A Great Dane lay on the front the porch, and it's ears flicked as she made 
her way up the steps. Now that she was closer and could get a better look, 
she realized that a small scar, shaped like a crescent moon adorned the dog's 
forehead. Amy Lynn held out her hand for the dog to sniff and when it didn't 
growl at her, she scratched it's head between the ears before heading inside.

Inside was a few tables, unoccupied, shelves of groceries and a long L-shaped 
counter with faded red leather stools. Sitting at the far end, a 
blonde-haired girl was perched on one of the stools, chewing on a long blade 
of grass. Behind the counter, a brown-haired girl leaned against the back 
counter, arms crossed talking quietly to the blonde-haired girl. Another 
brown-haired girl, perhaps twelve or thirteen was stacking cans on a floor 
display.

"Welcome to the Okasap general store," the girl behind the counter said. Her 
voice was slightly nasal, with a New Yorkish accent. "What can I get you?"

"Something cold," Amy Lynn replied, taking a seat on one of the stools.

"How about a Root-Beer float?"

"Sure."

The girl grabbed a glass from under the counter, opened another cupboard, 
which was revealed to be a small freezer, and took out a tub of ice cream, 
which she began to spoon liberally into the mug. "So where you from?" she 
asked.

"Saint Paul, Minnesota," Amy Lynn replied. "We just arrived."

"Arrived? You're moving here?"

"Yes, my mom is a doctor. She's taking over as town doctor when the old one 
retires."

"Ah." She turned to the soda fountain and began adding root beer. "We've been 
wondering when she'd get here." She set the glass on the counter in front of 
Amy Lynn. "Go tell Mister Peters he owes my mom twenty bucks," she called to 
the girl stacking cans. "Doctor's arrived." The girl nodded and ran out.

"You bet on when my mom would get here?"

"Nope. Mister Peters did. Bets on everything, that man. Mom's the only one 
willing to take his bets." She held out her hand. "I'm Molly."

"Amy Lynn," Amy Lynn replied, shaking the offered hand.

"And that's Serena Usagi Ann Tsukino," Molly said, indicating the blonde as 
Amy Lynn realized that it was the same girl she had seen sitting on the roof 
of the truck. "But every one calls her Bunny."

Bunny was slender with round curves and her white shirt and raggedly jean 
shorts hugged them tightly. An old, dirt-spotted work shirt was over the 
white shirt and her feet were covered by work boots. The white shirt had been 
tied under her breasts to show off a flat midriff tight enough to bounce a 
quarter off of and her arms were leanly muscled. As Bunny turned at the sound 
of her name, her work shirt moved and Amy Lynn caught sight of the handle of 
a Machete on her far side.

Molly, on the other hand, was shorter, but more slender. Her shoulders were 
narrow and her face freckled. Her shoulder length brown hair parted in a 
widow's peak over her forehead and she wore a light blue shirt with the 
sleeves cut off and jeans under a starched white apron.

Amy Lynn took a sip of the float and smiled. The ice cream and root beer was 
cold, and felt good as it slid down her throat.

*****************
Entry #120

We arrived in Juuban Hollow today. It's a really small place with not much to 
do. Molly, who's mom runs the general store and her friend Bunny showed me 
around.

I lie. This place is horrible. The library's books are out of date and 
there's not even any cellular service so my wireless modem won't work.

I HATE THIS PLACE!

****
Author's note:

Or if you prefer, last words before my execution by flame mail. =)

Juuban Hollow is in no particular portion of the South. Rather, it is a sort 
of generic town fueled by too much Jeff Foxworthy and Country Music. I know 
the reasons behind the name seem cliche, but otherwise, it seems like a 
gaping plothole to have a town named like that.

Special Thanks go out to Myron Kinnison and Harold Ancell for their tips on 
keeping it Southern and special thanks to Harold for supplying an exhaustive 
list of names, possible backrounds for this version of the Senshi and friends 
and other such bits.

-Steve "Komodo T.

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