Figured I'd post this now, see what the FFML thinks of a Pretty Sami fic.  BTW:  C&C IS NEEDED, BEGGED FOR AND REALLY REALLY REALLY DESIRED! ^_^

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Warriors of Magic

By K'thardin

Standard Disclaimer:  Pretty Sami is property of someone else.  I'm just 
borrowing the characters for a time.  Any characters I make up, are mine, and if 
you don't know the difference you need to go watch Pretty Sami!  Heh.

Authors Forward:  I think this will be the second truly Pretty Sami fic out 
there.  It may be the first one posted someplace, but I know of one pure Pretty 
Sami fic that was started way before this one (and I look forward to it's 
completion...along with his other projects!)  This one came about when we 
realized all current Pretty Sami fics were either parodies or crossovers (with 
either the original series or something else).  I would like to thank Happosai 
and various others for their invaluable assistance in the completion of the 
first part of this particular chapter.  Thank you all, it means more than I can 
say.

Child Warriors

<Opening Theme: Please Don�t Go - KWS>

	"...and you shall rue the day you dared trifle with me!  Bojour!"  With 
that, the blond girl, couldn't be more than 9 or 10 years old, clad in the 
strange leather outfit, that showed quite a bit more skin than a girl her age 
should, jumped from the rooftop into the street below, from there disappearing 
to only God knows where.  God and one young man.  A young man who happened to be 
magically disguised as some sort of exotic bird.  The bird, however, only 
appeared to be exotic upon initial inspection.  If one were any kind of expert 
at all on birds, one would instantly tell, this was a bird that has NEVER 
existed on this world.
	A man though?  No, not man, really.  He himself couldn't be much older 
than the girl he had watched jump from the roof.  But you'd never be able to 
recognize a child, if you looked into his eyes.  Children did not have eyes like 
he did.  Eyes that reflected a suppressed pain, and anger that no child should 
ever know.  And the pain was one of having innocence ripped away by those who 
didn't seem to care one way or another about him.  Only of what use he would be 
to them...HER.
	He looked back toward the blonde's opponent.  This girl was of about the 
same age as the other one.  Long, very long, blue green hair, tied into two 
ponytails, was her most striking feature.
	That and those bright pink eyes that held a fierceness and determination 
in them that he had only seen in one other...that being the blonde girl this one 
had just defeated.
	No that was wrong too.  He used to have that look in his eye.  It seemed 
an eternity since those days, when he and R...try not to think about him, he 
told himself.  Those days are long over, and will never come again.
	Despite what he told himself, the memories flashed briefly through his 
mind, of those days when it was just him and his friend training in magical, 
martial, and other arts under the watchful eye, and sarcastic smile, of Sensei.
	Poor sensei, the bird chuckled to himself momentarily.
	This was no time for woolgathering, he reminded himself.  Shaking his head 
slightly he took off from his perch, unseen by the blue haired magical girl. He 
needed to rejoin his partner, his charge, his lo...I'm not even allowed that, he 
mused sadly as he flew through the sky.

	Sasami Kawaii, aka Pretty Sami, aka the girl with the blue hair and pink 
eyes watched the blonde jump from the roof and into the alley below.  Previous 
experience had taught her that it would be futile to follow.  One of these days 
though, she would corner Pixy Misa, and then...
	Actually she hadn't thought that far into the future yet.  Obviously it 
would be something that would need to be considered in case she were ever to 
find herself in that situation.
	It had to end one day though.  Somehow, someway.  People always got hurt 
in these fights.  Most notably the people around her seemed to be the favorite 
targets of Misa.  Fortunately not this time.  She had managed to stop Misa 
almost before she had started changing people to LoveLove monsters (who came up 
with those names anyway? she wondered), but what about next time?  She had to 
end this before someone got killed.
	Absently she used the heart attachment on her paddle shaped baton to 
scratch the back of her head.  Why do I have to do this?  It's too much for a 
fourth grader!
	"What's wrong Sami?"  She started then focused her attention on the source 
of the voice.  The cute little furry creature that looked like some weird cross 
between a cat and rabbit, who was also her companion, and source of invaluable 
assistance when it came to being a magical girl.  At this moment he looked 
worried.
	"Oh...I was just thinking, Ryo-ohki."
	"About?"
	Sami sighed, and let her arms hang loosely at her sides.  "I was just 
wondering when this was going to end."
	Ryo-ohki tried to smile reassuringly, hoping that his own misgivings 
didn't show through.  What she needed now was someone to tell her it was all 
right, and that everything would be fine.  What he would give to tell her that, 
to tell her anything at all, in his truer form.  What he would give that she 
would believe him in any form.  Despite the courage of this remarkable girl 
showed, she had a major confidence problem.  Worse...she was beginning to loose 
hope.
	"Hey c'mon.  It'll all turn out fine.  You'll see."  Damn you Tsunami.  
Why did you have to involve such a kind and compassionate girl in your little 
'test'?  Silently he berated himself for such thoughts.  Those are exactly the 
qualities she was looking for; exactly what Tsunami needed in a girl to make 
this world a better place.
	And by doing so, he knew she would secure her place on the throne of 
Juraihelm, a position both Tsunami and Ramia had been in training for all their 
lives.  Tsunami, the one innocent and na�ve to a fault.  Ramia, the one power 
hungry and tyrannical.  Not to mention she was a total bitch.  He felt pity for 
a certain friend of his that had to deal with her day in and day out.  He just 
wondered if their sensei was right in his belief that all she really needed was 
a good...how did he put it?  A good...night's work?  Something like that.  
Perhaps one day he would figure out what sensei meant by that.  Heh...whatever 
sensei meant it would most definitely prove to be entertaining, considering that 
man's sense of humor.
	In all actuality, given a choice between the two, he would still choose 
Tsunami over Ramia, despite the fact his best friend was called back early to 
take service with Ramia three years ago.  He sure as hell wasn't going to leave 
him there with that...woman...alone.  Though he did not take service with her, 
as she didn't want nor need another for that job.  So he had offered his 
abilities, small and undeveloped though they may have been and still are, to 
Tsunami.  She surprised him, and everyone else, by accepting.
	The reason he would choose Tsunami over Ramia was not only because she was 
kind and forgiving, where Ramia was cold and merciless, but because she let him 
stay there with his friend.  That alone said something about her character.
	Unfortunately duty to Tsunami had caused his separation from his friend.  
Ryo-ohki hoped he was doing ok without him.
	He turned his attention back to the Sami, who also appeared to be lost in 
thought.  "We should go now.  You're mother and brother are probably worried."
	"Hmm? Oh...right."  She raised her baton in preparation to transform back 
to Sasami.  She stopped however and looked at her clothes critically.   "Have 
you ever thought that Tsunami has really bad taste in uniforms?"
	Ryo-ohki looked at the outfit.  Pink blouse, white armlets, and short 
white miniskirt.  Affords very little in the way of protection.  He nodded.  
"Yeah, but think of it this way...you could be wearing a sailor fuku."
	Sasami shuddered.  "And to think I used to LIKE that show."
	Ryo-ohki chuckled.  On the up side it does show off those nice legs of 
yours quite well.  It was probably a good thing he kept that last part to 
himself.

	Pixy Misa collapsed in one of the back alley's around her home 
neighborhood.  Breathing very hard as the pain in her chest intensified for a 
moment then slowly began to fade.
	"D...Damn it..." she gasped.  By will alone she forced herself to take 
slow even breaths in an exercise experience had taught her would stop her 
hyperventilating, and bring her breathing back to normal.
	"Misa...we've got to get you back into your real form."
	She weakly looked up at Rumia who was perched on a brick fence across from 
her.  She nodded to him in agreement.  "In a moment...Mon..mon ami. L..Let me 
r..rest for a s..econd."  After a few minutes she was able to fill her lungs and 
exhale normally.  Rumia jumped off the fence and glided to the ground next to 
her.  "Well that was fun.  I think I actually got in a few good licks in that 
fight.  I'll get her next time."
	Rumia said nothing as he watched her get some of her strength back.  Pixy 
Misa had a very big problem Rumia had found.  Misao, her true form, was a sickly 
girl and so didn't have that much endurance.  Her alter ego, Pixy Misa, shared 
all of Misao's weaknesses.  Though her magical power could compensate for most 
of it, when pushed to the limits as had happened in this fight, Pixy Misa became 
susceptible to all that Misao suffered.  Asthma being one of the worst.
	Another problem was how hard Pixy pushed their shared body.  While the 
magic in Misa's body compensated for a lot of the energy that Misao didn't have, 
again when pushed to the limits, Misao's lack of endurance came back on 
them...and worse still when she changed back to Misao, Misao would be completely 
wiped out, and weak for days afterward.
	It was beginning to show on both of them.  She was beginning to lose 
weight she couldn't afford to, and the bags under her eyes had grown deeper and 
deeper in the past few weeks.  She couldn't last much longer like this.  In fact 
he wasn't sure she'd last the next fight despite her bravado.  He couldn't allow 
Ramia to keep using this sweet and innocent girl like this.  Somehow he had to 
stop her or his beloved Misao would die.
	"It's time." He said emotionlessly.
	She rolled her eyes and *pshawed*.  "Do you know how much I hate going 
back to being like that?  Misao is so weak and repressed.  I LIKE being strong 
and free.  Free and wild!"  Yes, Misao is weak and repressed Rumia agreed 
silently.  All you are, is what is underneath that.  Scratch the surface of 
Misao, and what you see is Pixy Misa.  She looked at him imploringly.  "Don't 
you like me like this too?"  It's a part of you.  I lo...care about all of it.
	"If you don't go back to normal and really rest you may not last much 
longer."
	"Yeah, Yeah, I know.  Help me up."  Closing his eyes he concentrated for a 
moment.  A shimmering light flowed around him turning his form to a liquid 
moving energy.  The energy reshaped and reformed itself into a striking looking 
boy of red hair, and very strange clothes.  She raised her hands to him, and 
wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her to her feet.  For a moment 
they just stood there holding each other a lot longer than was really necessary 
for just helping Pixy to her feet.
	Then Rumia began to glow again, and something seemed to pass between them.  
Blond hair grew dark as it turned raven black.  The fiery red colored eyes grew 
dark, then changed to green.  The last thing to revert was her clothes, as they 
changed back to a simple fuku, her school uniform.  Misao Amano's eyes focused 
on Rumia briefly.  He thought he saw a smile in them, when she saw who was 
holding her, or perhaps that was just wishful thinking.  In the next second, she 
went limp in his arms as she passed out from exhaustion.
	As carefully as he could manage he lowered her back to the ground.  
Propping her up as gently as he could against a brick wall, a tender expression 
came over him.  Slowly he reached out and smoothed the bangs from her eyes.
	"MISAO!"  Oh, no!  He knew that voice.  She saw me, he thought in fear.  
Sasami ran up to them.  "Who are you?  What did you do to her?!" she demanded.
	Take it easy Rumia, she doesn't know who you are, he told himself.  "I 
just saw her back here and was wondering if she was all right."  He looked at 
Sasami's worried face before something else caught his attention.
	He stood stock still, eyes wide, totally, and completely shocked at what 
he saw.  That which he was watching, not only was watching him back, but was in 
the same condition.
	Ryo-ohki.  Oh no.
	For a tense the two waited for the other to make a move.  Finally Sasami 
broke the tension herself and roughly pushed Rumia out of the way so she could 
check on her friend.
	As Sasami put a cool hand to Misao's forehead, the unconscious girl 
stirred.  Her eye's fluttered open and focused on the blue haired girl above 
her.  "Misao!  Are you alright?"
	"S...Sasami." she mumbled,  "I don't feel so good."
	"Here!"  Sasami grabbed one of Misao's arms and pulled it over her 
shoulder.  With strength that would surprise anyone who had been watching, 
Sasami pulled Misao up to her feet, and shouldered most of Misao's weight 
herself.  "I'll get you home don't worry!"  Misao nodded weakly.
	That's when she noticed Rumia.  She looked at him curiously.  For his part 
he looked almost as a dear caught in headlights, as her gaze simply held him 
fast.  "You are the boy who helped me."  She stated softly.  "Thank you."
	It took him a moment to break free of the spell she held him in, a spell 
far stronger than anything he had ever imagined he would face, before he could 
answer.  "It..It was nothing.  Please...let your friend get you home."
	"C'mon Misao, he's right.  We've got to get home."  Misao nodded.  As the 
two turned to leave the alley Misao cast a quick glance back in his direction, 
almost not expecting him to be there any longer.  Yet he was still there...still 
watching, but not her it seemed.
	Ryo-ohki and Rumia locked eyes again.  And stayed that way, until Sasami 
and Misao disappeared from sight.
	Rumia didn't think.  He didn't have to.  He knew what would be coming 
next.  As sure as he knew his duty to his sister, he knew...Ryo-ohki would be 
looking for him now.  And when they inevitably met...
	Rumia transformed back to a bird and flew off in a direction.  Didn't 
matter which one.  No matter what, he'd find his way back here.  Back to Misao, 
Sasami, and...to what would need to be done.
	
	As he had many the many nights before Ryo-ohki watched Sasami sleep.  Not 
as a cabbit, but as a boy, a boy on the virge of becoming a young man.  And had 
been a man in mind long before he would become one in body.
	Sasami shifted in her sleep and mumbled something about math and ice 
cream.  The corners of Ryo-ohki's mouth lifted as mirth threatened to overcome 
him.  His fangs flashed in the moonlight as he moved from her chair to her bed. 
Carefully, so as not to wake her, he reached over and pulled covers that she had 
knocked off in her slumber back over her shoulders, and over her feet.
        Rumia.
	He looked with wonder in his eyes upon the girl, almost not believing such 
an angelic person could exist in any world.
	Rumia.
	Quietly he walked around Sasami's bed, and sat down next to her.  She 
looked so peaceful and untroubled by all the cares of the day.  At night he 
could just watch as her face untightened, as her muscles relaxed, and she let 
everything go while she slept and dreamed.
	Rumia is here.
	She was gorgeous like that.  The moon's light reflecting off her bright 
blue hair.  Her face glowing in it's radiance.  Blue hair...it showed that 
Tsunami had a lot more to do with Sasami than Tsunami had yet revealed.  Who 
knows what though?  Such thoughts began to fade as he continued to look at 
Sasami this night.
	Rumia is here.
	She was more than pretty.  Though still a girl, she showed signs of being 
extraordinarily beautiful when she became a woman.  As beautiful as Tsunami and 
Ramia were, which would be an amazing thing considering THEIR looks.  Though 
greed and envy twisted Ramia's beauty.  And quite possibly something else, 
considering what Ryo-ohki knew of his mistress.  Again mirth threatened to 
overtake him.
	Rumia is waiting for me.
	How he longed to see that woman she would become.  To hold her then.  
Hell, to hold her now.  Absently he touched his lips, that still remembered the 
feel of her's upon them when he shared his power with her to defeat that alien.  
He wanted that touch again.  He wanted her to know him as the Ryo-ohki the man, 
not Ryo-ohki the Sailor moon cabbit sidekick.  He ground his teeth in distaste 
at that thought...because that is exactly what he had become.
	Rumia is waiting for me.
	Briefly Ryo-ohki allowed himself to imagine Sasami and him together in the 
future.  She no longer burdened by this magical girl business, and he standing 
proudly at her side as her husband.  Where he would not fear to show her his 
affection...his love.  To just hold her all night long.
	How he burned to do this now.
	Rumia must be confronted.
	How he damned that it could not be so.  How he damned that even if he did 
show her what he really was...there was no telling how she'd react.  As much as 
he fantasized, wondered, and even wished for, there was no guarantee that she 
would not hate him.
	Especially when she discovers that a boy has been sleeping with her for 
all this time, he thought wryly.  That could get me killed.
	Rumia must be...YEAH I KNOW! he thought savagely, suppressing the part of 
himself that kept reminding him of his new problem.  Rumia must be confronted.  
He shifted his weight ever so slightly in preparation to stand when he heard her 
speak.  "Ryo-ohki?"
	He glanced down in worry, but relaxed when he saw she was still asleep.  
"Yes?" He replied softly.
	"Don't leave."
	He closed his eyes, and sighed softly.  "I won't." he lied.  Rumia was 
here...and a lot of little things began to make sense.  He knew Ramia was behind 
Pixy Misa, but until today he had no idea either who she was or how she infused 
the power into said individual.  It should have been obvious to him from the 
start.  The same way Tsunami did with Sasami, and used him as the keeper of the 
power when she did not need it.  Except in this case it was that frail girl, who 
just happened to be Sasami's best friend, Misao.  And Rumia was the keeper of 
her powers.
	How could he do that to such a girl?  How could he be a part of doing this 
to anyone?  He has disgraced his teachings...and worse, disgraced himself.  He 
must be stopped, before he and Ramia kill that girl.  After that I'll need to 
tell Tsunami about Misao.  He gritted his teeth again.  Assuming she'll believe 
me.  If not I may have to go to sensei, and if he won't do anything I'm on my 
own.  Ryo-ohki rose from the bed, causing a slight murmur of protest from 
Sasami.  He walked to the wall, and phased his body through, pausing halfway to 
look back on Sasami who was still fast asleep.  This fight is not for you 
Sasami, Ryo-ohki thought sadly.  Goodbye.

	Ryo-ohki walked through the neighborhood.  His destination was the alley 
he had seen his old friend.  Turning a corner he finally came upon it, and Rumia 
was there waiting.  As Ryo-ohki knew he would be.
	Rumia looked up from his seat on a trash can and acknowledged Ryo-ohki's 
presence.  "I've been waiting."
	"I know."
	Rumia jumped down and landed easily on his feet.  A slight breeze billowed 
through the corridor like passage between buildings, his cape fluttering in the 
wind as it passed.  Absently he swept his bangs from his eyes, and looked 
intently into Ryo-ohki's.
	They locked gazes for a time, saying nothing, as nothing needed said 
between them.  All that was needed to be communicated, all of it was said in 
this stare.  Finally Ryo-ohki looked away, and his clothing blurred and reformed 
itself into a loose fitting karate gi like garment of soft brown and a grey 
belt.
	Ramia clothing had undergone a similar transformation.  His was blue with 
a grey belt.
	"Promise me one thing."  Ramia said.
	"What?"
	"If you survive, promise that you'll take care of Misao."
	Ryo-ohki nodded.  "I promise."
	"Thank you, old friend."
	They charged each other soundlessly, and the battle was joined.

<End Theme:  It�s a Kind of Magic � Queeen>

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