this falls into the category of, "What happens when you talk story ideas 
with folks while on an upset stomach".  Gomen nasai.

Sailor Moon belongs to lots of folks that ain't me.  If any of them read 
this, I'm a dead man.

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* A New Hero    *
*   A SPAMfic   *
*   by Freemage *
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Minako burst into the temple.  Rei and Usagi stared at the out-of-breath 
girl.  "You guys are not going to believe this!  We've got another 
protector!"

Rei looked at the Senshi of Venus somewhat skeptically.  "Another 
protector?  You mean like Tuxedo Kamen?  Are you sure about this, 
Minako?"

The blonde nodded her head so vigorously she reminded Rei of one of 
those bobbing-dog statues.  "Yup.  He showed up and drove off a Youma 
that had me and Ami pinned."

"Okay, but that doesn't mean he's a protector...."

"No?  How about this, then?  He wears concealing eyewear and evening 
clothes, strikes funky poses _and_ has background music!"

Usagi jumped up with a squeal.  "Ooohh!!  I'm so lucky to have so many 
hunks out there, protecting me!"

Rei couldn't let that one go past.  "What makes you so sure he's here 
for you, anyway?  Maybe one of _us_ is going to--"

"Oh, like he's going to pick you?  I don't think--"

The impending cat-fight was averted by the frantic beeping of all 
three's communicators.  "Guys!  Help!" came Ami's voice.  "Makoto and I 
are in Nerima, and we're getting beat, badly.  Hurry!"  The transmission 
was cut short when a nasty looking black energy swept across the screen.

The three girls mobilized quickly.

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Usagi grimaced.  The fight was going poorly.

The Youma had turned out to be a necromancer, able to animate corpses.  
It had worn them down with one wave after another of the residents of 
the pet cemetery they had been fighting in.

It was down to her and Rei, and they were cornered against a mausoleum 
by the skinned zombie of a panda.  Suddenly, a projectile screeched 
across the panda's path and it crumpled to the ground.

Usagi stared at the object now embedded in the soil:  a portable 
microphone?  She traced the trajectory back (she could do that, even if 
she couldn't spell "trajectory" right), and her eyes fell on their 
savior....

He was clad all in white and gold.  A white shirt, open to the waist, 
exposing chest hair and a plethora of gold necklaces.  White power-flare 
bell-bottoms with a gold-buckled white belt.  White patent-leather shoes 
and gaudy gold rings.  He stared at her through his gold-rimmed 
sunglasses.  "Yo, babe!  You've got to believe in yourself, if you want 
to be Stayin' Alive!" he cried, striking a pose, finger pointing at the 
sky.  "I'm with ya, toots, for I am... Polyester Kamen!"

As the disco beat arose in the background, Usagi leaned over to Rei and 
whispered, "You can have this one...."

******

End



I'm really going to Hell for this one, aren't I?

--Freemage


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