Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters exhibited in the following
piece of digital typing. Kajishima Masaki created Tenchi-Muyo! and Pretty
Sammy, and Naoko Takeuchi created Sailor Moon, which some plot was ripped
from, shredded, then glued very messily together. Other long Japanese names
also own one-shot characters that I can't remember how to write at the
present time. Please don't sue me.
There is a prologue to the following fanfiction at my webpage,
http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Spa/3125/
Please enjoy!
Note: If anyone has Sasami's mother's name from either the OAVs or Magical
Project S, please e-mail it to me. Until then, she is Ikkuko.
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"I'm gonna be laaaaaaaaaaate," moaned Kawai Sasami, as she hastily shoved off
her night clothes, while eying her alarm clock. The damned thing never seemed
to wake her up in time. After putting on the everyday essentials, she moved
on to her closet.
"Hmmmm, which outfit to wear today," she thought. All of a sudden, a little
voice she had never heard before spoke up from the dark recesses of her
infrequently used mind, "Why choose? They're all the same anyway! Hurry up or
Sunano-sensei will be really pissed. You'll get more than the hallway this
time."
"Crap," thought Sasami, "what is my subconscious doing, suddenly talking to
me? It's right though, about the clothes."
She finished her thought and chose an outfit to from her closet to wear to
school. It contained an unrevealing, white, collared, button-up shirt, that
puffed up around her shoulders and ended at a hem halfway to her elbow. The
skirt was dull brown, and had shoulder straps to hold it in place, along with
a black belt.
Taking a look in the mirror, she readjusted her hair to have two blue,
perfectly-shaped streams, curving up after the red ball tie, and dropping
down to her knees. Everything was perfect, she realized. Still, there was the
problem of time, as Sasami peered at her clock and decided to call in a dust
cloud to follow her to school.
She was halfway out the door when she heard her mother. "Sasami," Mrs. Kawai
stated calmly. Sasami stopped mid-stride, and she coughed in agony as her
conjured dust cloud filled her lungs. "Good luck on the test, Sasami.
Tomorrow, maybe you'll even wake up in time to go to school and get your
grades back up."
Sasami nodded, while responding with a quick "Hai," and a puppy-dog look that
would make the stingiest man in the world buy her ice cream. Sasami coughed
out the last bit of dust left in her system, and ran like crazy. She had 10
minutes to make is inside school grounds, or else. Sasami shuddered at the
thought of her teacher and the punishment she would receive, if she was
caught outside the looked school gates, again.
Sasami's mother had definitely gotten the message through to her daughter.
Sleeping late was definitely causing Sasami to get on Sunano-sensei's nerves.
The message stuck, for the next several minutes, anyway. Almost at the school
gate, Sasami saw her close companion, Amano Misao.
"Oi, Sasami. slow down," Misao said in a voice that sounded almost load
enough to be a pin dropping. Almost.
Sasami obliged, much to Misao's discontent as she experienced a coughing
routine that had already been performed that day, for the same reason. "Gomen
ne, Misao. Well, if you're not in school already, I won't be late."
Misao thought deeply to herself, "How nice, dependable little me, an example
of excellence. Never late, never missing a class, never doing anything wrong.
Dream on, Sasami. I wish I were more like you, athletic, popular, cute." The
list went on and on.
"You seem preoccupied, Misao. Something bothering you?"
"Hmm? Oh, no, nothing at all, just thinking."
"Come on, if we walk at this pace, sensei will have our heads, or at least
mine." With that said, the girls ran inside, unwilling to be late for class.
Sasami was amazed at herself. She wasn't late for school. This would put a
funny face on Sunano-sensei's face.
The school day went by, and Sasami blinked in and out of her math, english,
and science classes. She didn't really caring about what her sensei was
saying or what was being taught. The first break came, and Misao, Sasami, and
a group of five other girls went to talk and eat. They talked about life in
general, which was a discussion that Misao left herself out of. Then the
topic of boys came up. All of a sudden Misao snapped into a fit of
uncharacteristic giggles and gasps, as the latest teenager's magazine was
passed around. All of the girls were confused.
"What," asked Misao, "I'm not allowed to have crushes on guys seven years
older than me, twice my weight, with huge lumps of built-up muscle, and hair
so dreamy you could just die running your fingers through?"
Needless to say, Sasami and the other five girls had their faces covered with
a huge sweat drop that slowly trickled down their faces. The bell rang before
anyone could, or would say anything to a very perky Misao, as they headed in
to take their kanji test.
Sasami had a bad feeling about this one. She knew that she was done for when
she picked up the paper. Leave it to Sunano-sensei to give her the hardest
kanji in today's group of words.
The day was soon over, and Misao walked with Sasami out of the school. Sasami
spoke up, "By the way, Misao, where did that sudden burst of energy come
from? Are you taking something I should know about? Also, there are plenty of
hunks right in our class. Why Trunks?"
"Besides his great body, cool purple hair, and rich background," she muttered
to herself, "and, he's going to be MY sempai."
Misao was shocked at her friend. "Sasami," she replied with bitterness in her
tone, "Why can't I just be a little crazy sometimes? I know that I have no
chance at those guys. But why is it so strange for me to act that way? You
and the others do it all the time.It's hard enough on me to live with my
mother, who is never at home. I can't always be Little Miss Perfect, and I
don't want to be!"
Misao proceeded to run off in a fit of tears and coughs, as she ran away from
her best friend for the first time in her life. "Misao, gomen nasai," said a
pale Sasami, too softly and too late for Misao to hear.
>From the top of a wall near the sidewalk, a small, furry creature tried to
hide itself. "That's her!" she thought, "The one I've been searching for.
Kawai Sasami. I still can't believe how much she looks like the Queen's
daughter."
The creature then revealed herself to the world. She was a strange looking
rabbit, with light brown fur and a bushy, white tail and long, floppy ears.
Embedded in her forehead was a red jewel. Her eyes were sparkling like the
sun as she stared at her future pupil. "How should I introduce myself?" She
reasoned, "Hi, I'm a strange creature thought to be extinct on Earth for a
millenium, and you are going to save the world. No, it needs to be more
subtle. Maybe I can get her to take me in as a pet, then I'll vocalize. Yes,
that's the way."
As Ryo-Ohki's thought concluded, she looked up. To find a street devoid of
Sasami. The person in question was nowhere in sight, but thankfully, there
was a trail of coughing people that would lead Ryo-Ohki right to her target.
Unfortunately for the cabbit, Sasami ran much faster than her paws could
carry her.
By the time she had reached the Kawai household, dinner had already started.
Ryo-Ohki leapt onto a windowsill to get a good look at Sasami's family. From
what Ryo-Ohki could see, the family wasn't incredibly well to do, but got by.
The mother was a very stunning woman, probably in her 30's but hiding 10
years behind masses of make-up. Her wavy pink hair was held by a black
headband, and travelled down her back to stop around the shoulder blades. She
was wearing a blue sweatshirt with a rainbow and microphone on it, in
addition to a tan skirt. Sasami's father appeared a very casual man, sporting
a loose T-shirt and khakis. His hair wasn't combed, or at least the style
didn't appear to be from Ryo-Ohki's vantage. Still, there was something about
him that Ryo-Ohki couldn't but her paws on, perhaps it was the fact that the
man constantly was looking around at the very spot she was peeping from.
Fearing discovery, Ryo-Ohki jumped off the windowsill to the second floor.
She opened the window to a room that looked like it belonged to a
preadolescent girl, and walked inside. "Terrible," Ryo-Ohki thought to
herself, "How could ANYONE be so messy? Magazines everywhere, artwork and
manga flung about like rubbish. This will definately be one of the first
things she does upon becoming Juraihelm's champion." After her briek
monologue, Ryo-Ohki cleared a small area on the bed, and dozed off.
Meanwhile, Sasami was having a little trouble explaining just how poorly she
had done on her kanji test. "Sasami," Kawai Ginji began, "A 60 isn't all that
bad! Why, when I was in the fourth grade, I did much worse than a 60 on kanji
tests!"
"Ginji, what are you saying?" The pink haired matron stated as she stood up,
kareoke microphone in hand, with well-timed music "Dancin' With a Demon" from
Phantom Quest Corp. playing in the background from the stereo system. "A 60
is means something is wrong! It's really nothing to kid about. A barely
passing grade reflects...That the parents have the quality of negligece."
The music stopped abruptly, as the high-tech stereo equipment printed out a
paper reading "No kareokeing for the purpose of pity." Mrs. Kawai clenched
her fists, muttering, "Damn that Biff Standard!"
"Ikkuko, we've been bad parents, haven't we?" Ginji rushed over to his wife
with tears falling down his face. She shared his emotional state, and they
embraced each other, while Sasami sweatdropped.
The weeping session continued, until a lightbulb appeared over Sasami head,
"If I don't say something, they're going to keep doing this. I'll flatter
them, even if I know they're faking it." She tried her best to produce tears
on command, but only a few dribbled out. Sasami moved over to her parents and
said as convincingly as she could, "Mom, Dad, you haven't been bad parents.
It's me, I'm to blame! I'll do better, I swear!" She polished her act off by
running up the stairs to her room, sniffling all the way.
"Yes!" The two parents whispered in unison, while slapping each other a quiet
high five.
A red haired woman clutching a crystal ball sat in the middle of a dark,
gloomy cavern. Her extravagent garments consisted of a green undershirt and
yellow dress, with an occasional red stripe. The woman's eyes were golen
yellow, as were the marks on her forrehead. She was surrounded by an
immeasurable number of shadows. "Ramiya!" she screamed at the top of her
lungs, "Get over her this instant. I've finally pierced the trans-dimensional
vortex. Operation: Destroy Tsunami and her stupid Juraihelm can now begin."
A black hole appeard in front of the woman, and a green bird fluttered in
through it. The bird's eyes glowed for a second, then it transmorphed into a
young, brown haired boy wearing a pink shirt, green cape, and gray pants.
"Sis, I mean Queen Ramia, wasn't our plan to take over Juraihelm and us it as
a base to conquer the universe?"
"Shut up, little boy," a voice that came out of nowhere said. A number of
cherry blossoms popped into existance, and as they swirled around, two
figures appeared. The first was a very tan blonde who had a very naïve
face. The second was caucasian and had straight, jet black hair held back by
a red ribbon, and which came down to the small of her back. Both were wearing
black pants and a black full length shirt that clung to their bodies. Over
the shirt was a blue vest with a number of red and yellow achievement blacks
signifying the 1st Class Detective rank. The black haired one spoke, "There
is no need for Juraihelm anymore. The Galaxy Police HQ can provide us with a
better arsenal, and people all over this galaxy trust them, the fools. Not to
mention the whole police system as already been infiltrated by Mihoshi and
myself."
"That's right Rumiya," Mihoshi said with a smile on her face, "Juraihelm is
completely, um, what's the word, Kiyone?"
"Useless, you idiot, just like you!" The other responded, as the whole cavern
grew a sweatdrop.
"Yeah, Juraihelm is useless."
"Honestly, Mihoshi, what was going through your head when you forgot that
word?"
"I'm hungry," Mihoshi said as she rubbed her stomach.
"Enough, you two," Ramia shouted. "Rumiya, they are correct. Juraihelm is no
longer of use to me. All I need now is the power to obliterate it, for good.
Which is where you come in."
"Me?" the boy asked, "But you said you pierced the trans-dimensional veil,
can't you just go and destory it?"
"No," Ramia said calmly, "I can't just go and destroy it. Do you have any
idea how much energy it takes to destroy a planet? A lot more than I've got,
that's how much. Now, as I was saying, you will go and find Pixy Misa's host,
and reawaken her. She will undoubtably have some of those Love-Love Monsters
I'm so fond of ready to suck all the energy out of the inhabitants of Earth."
"Excellent plan, Queen Ramia," a shout from the shadows resounded in unison.
"I know," she said, then began to laugh, uncontrollably. She peered at the
other three distinguishable characters in the cavern, and they began to laugh
concurrently, as did the entire wall of shadows.
"Yes, now Rumiya, I believe your little feathers have quite an adventure
ahead oh them," the queen interrupted the evil laughter session.
"Sis, can't you just kick me through a dimensional portal like you used to?"
"Oh, why the hell not!" Ramia said as she magically shined her shoes, and
Rumiya morphed into his green bird form. A small, black portal appeared
behind the bird, and Ramia expertly kicked her brother through it.
Misao closed the door behind her, and lit the room with the switch next to
the door. "Typical," she thought, "Why can't Mom ever be home when I come
home from cram school? It's just not fair."
She walked routinely from the door to the refrigerator, where a note was
taped. It read, "Misao, I have to work late tonight, again. I promise to come
home early one of these days. Dinner is in the microwave, just press 5
minutes and START."
"Thanks, Mom," Misao's thoughts continued. After consuming her microwave
dinner, Misao sat down by the grand piano in her living room. An unfinished
piece titled "Misao" was lying across the stand, ready for playing. "No,"
Misao said aloud, while averting her eyes, "Not tonight."
Still feeling depressed from her escapade with Sasami that afternoon, Misao
walked out onto the balcony overlooking all of Tokyo. "Truly, Sasami," she
whispered, "I really want to be like you." A tear formed in Misao's eyes, and
it traveled in a glittering path down her cheeks thanks to the city lights.
"A normal life with normal parents, well, maybe yours aren't quite normal,
but it's better than not having any to speak of. Not a care in the world."
The tears came more rapidly now, and soon a small pullde formed on the
balcony edge where Misao stood.
"Kaa, kaa," a noise came from behind Misao,forcing her to turn rapidly. It
came from a strangely colored bird.
"Just a bird," Misao thought. She took a closer look at said bird, with its
green feathers, red marked forehear and stripped wings. "Strange, your eyes
almost look human," she said so it.
The birds blue eyes glowed red, and a strange sensation passed over Misao, as
she clutched her head as if experiencing a migraine. A bright, yellow flash
of light englufed the immediate area, and in Misao's place was a blonde,
orange eyed, smirking girl wearing black skimpy clothing. She held a metal
object that appeared to be a knife merged with a boomerang.
"Pixy Misa, welcome back," the bird said.
"Ah, Ruyima! Thank God. You have no idea how annoying being in that
depressing girl's head is. But now, I'm out," Pixy Misa sain in a
psuedo-French accent, and raised her weapon above her head and let out an ear
piercing laugh.
"You are to gather energy from the people of Tokyo," Rumiya noted.
"Not a problem! Let's go, Mystic'a'rang!" She brought her weapon above her
head and spun around, green light spewing from it's edges. "Calling Mystics!"
she cried, as a 50 foot tall, female shaped, gelatenous blob appeared on the
street below. Misa jumped onto it's shoulder, and immediately began to sink
into it. "Jello Girl! Don't suck on me!"
"Ah, sorry, Miss Pixy Misa," Jello Girl apologized, as Misa began rising out
of the blob.
After regaining her balance, Misa pointed her Mystic'a'rang forward with
commanding, "Let's get energy!"
"Cat!" Sasami shrieked. Ryo-Ohki rose off of her sleeping position on
Sasami's bed, rubbing her eyes from the short nap. "No," Sasami said after
more thought, "You're a rabbit, aren't you?"
"No, I'm a cabbit, rabbit-cat crossbreed," Ryo-Ohki claimed. Sasami turned
pale, while Ryo-Ohki's paws jumped over her mouth. "Damn," she thought, "Way
to go, stupid. Last hope of Juraihelm, and you go and screw up! No use hiding
it now, i suppose."
"That's right, Sasami! I can talk. You have been chosed by a monarch one
millennium ago to rid the universe of Queen Ramia and her evil forces!"
"Let me get this straight," Sasami stated, "You know my name?"
Ryo-Ohki fell face first to the floor, thinking, "This could take a while."
One lengthy question and answer session later, finally understood that the
cabbit could talk, knew her name, and that she was chosen by some dead queen
to protect innocent people. Well, sort of understood. "That's a good one,
Ryo-Ohki!" Sasami giggled, "Save the world. Me with magic powers! Ha!"
"Um, Sasami, I'm not kidding, I thought I said that five times already."
"But it's too funny!"
Ryo-Ohki sighed, "This could take a long time. Again."
But it was not to be explained, as Ikkuko called up to Sasami, "Sasami! The
TV report said that some green thing is tearing up downtown Tokyo and sucking
people's energy. Want to come with Daddy and I to go take a peek?"
"Sucking people's energy?" Ryo-Ohki asked, "It's got to be Ramia. Sasami,
let's go!"
"Coming, Mom."
Jello girl was having her fill by swamping civilians in her body and
absorbing their energy. "Yes, Jello Girl, more energy," Misa demanded.
"Rumiya, what do you think so far?"
The bird looked from Misa's shoulder into the villainess's orange eyes,
"Great, Misa, keep it going." Rumiya looked depressed, though, "I don't think
it's right to take these peoples lives," he thought, "What kind of evil
sidekick am I?"
"Ginji! There it is! You have the camera, right?" Ikkuko yelled as she ran to
the base of Jello Girl. "What kind of song fits this situation? I know,
"Monster Mash!" Immediately Ikkuko was in a spotlight with chosed song
playing in the background while she sang lead vocals. Or she would have, if
the green blob hadn't sucked her into it, and began absorbing her energy.
"There will be NO singing," Misa shouted to the helpless woman.
"Ikkuko!" Ginji yelled out to his wife. "Don't panic, Ginji. Someone will
help. Someone always does." He glanced at Sasami, who had finally caught up
with him. "Sasami, I'm going to get help, stay here on the street where no
one is watching with the nice big creature while I'm gone, OK?"
Sasami didn't look like she wanted to, but with a nudge from Ryo-Ohki, she
agreed. Ginji ran off into a nearby alley. "Now, Sasami, transform!" the cabbi
t commanded.
"Transform?" she asked, "With what? You didn't tell me anything about
transforming." Just as Sasami's complaints continued, a white and pink baton
appeared in front of her. Sasami gaped at the intricate heart headed object.
"Beautiful," she trailed off as she touched it. With her touch, the heart on
the top of the baton shone pink, and a multitude of cherry blossoms
surrounded Sasami, turning her clothes into a pink vest with long, baggy
green arm coverings, a white mini skirt, and pulled up yellow socks with
black shoes. Finally, her hair pieces turned into tulips and a cherry blossom
absorbed itself into her forehead, somehow making a chain reaction that
formed two green triangles on her head.
"You are Migical Girl Pretty Sammy," Ryo-Ohki commented, "Now, beat that
monster with the baton!"
"I have to make a speech first."
"A what?"
"A speech, it's magical girl standard."
"I'm putting you on a manga rehabilitation program when we get home, but
hurry up with it."
"You villain," she began, pointing her cute baton menacingly at the blob,
"You've taken on more than you can chew if you think you can harm my city. I
am Juraihelm's Pretty Sammy, protector of all that is good!"
The blob kept on it's path of destruction, not paying any attention.
"No fair, not paying attention to me. I need to teach that thing a lesson,"
Sammy complained. "What's my spell?"
"Make something up! The stupider, the more powerful."
"Okay, Ryo-Ohki, if you say so," Sammy grinned, as she raised the baton over
her head, twirling it around, "Blossomic Cherry Sucker Implosive Magic!" she
uttered.
Nothing happened, but Misa did notice that someone down below was attempting
to use magic. "Hey, weird looking girl," she said, "Don't you know that
beginners need to focus attacks by using their own name in their attacks?
God, what kind of magical soldier are you?"
"Misa, shut up, she's got that whole baton thing going for her," Rumiya said.
"Who cares," Misa laughed.
"Sammy, she's right. you need to focus with a the word "Pretty". It activates
the baton," Ryo-Ohki instructed.
"Why didn't you tell me that before? What kind of instructor are you? Not
giving me my transformation item, not telling me the attack activation.
Honestly, no magical girl in the history of magical girls has had this much
trouble on her debut."
"Shut up and cast the spell, that blob is getting closer!"
"Right," Sasami nodded as she raised to baton above her head. "Pretty," she
intoned, and the heart glowed pink once more, surrounding the entire block
with light, and majestic wings erupted from the baton. "Coquettish Bomber!"
Sasami concluded as a large pink heart shrank to fit inside of the one in her
baton. With a mightly swing, the heart exploded out, destroying Jello Girl,
and scattering all the absorbed energy back to the people it was sucked from.
"This is not a good thing," Misa said, as she began her 50 foot descent,
Rumiya hovering above. She landed as gracefully as possible, which included
causing a same crater in the pavement. I'll be back, Pretty Sammy! Don;t
forget the name of Pixy Misa," with that she ran off into the horizon,
laughing all the way.
"Good job, Sammy," Ryo-Ohki congradulated Sammy as she released the baton
into her subspace pocket, and detransformed into Sasami. "Wow, mastered
subspace, too. You're definately the one."
"Think so, Ryo-Ohki? You'll need to tell me more about this Juraihelm, if I'm
supposed tobe it's protector."
"Let's go home, okay, Sasami?"
"What about Daddy?"
"He'll make it back on his own."
"Alright, let's go."
Misao woke up in her bed, warm cloth on her forehead. Her raven haired mother
was standing over her. "You're up, honey. You must have exerted yourself too
much. I found you asleep on the balcony."
"I'm OK, Mom. Goodnight."
"Alright, Misao, see you tomorrow morning." The door closed behing Mrs. Amano
as she left the room. Outside the window, a green bird perched, looking at
sympathetically at Misao, then flew off into the sky.
"Just a dream," Misao reassured herself.
On top of the building where Sammy had her battle with Jello Girl, an obscure
figure appeared from the stairwell to the roof. "Thanks for waiting,
everyone!" The black and yellow spandex clad man said. From the few openings
in the full body costume, the man apparently had tan skin. He also had a
rather typical adult male superhero physique, and messy, short black hair and
no mask on. He looked a lot like Kawai Ginji. "Tokyo Knight is here to save
the day," he trailed off. "I've got to get into this stuff faster. I knew
someone would beat me to the punch. But who?" He looked down onto the street.
"And I thought I told Sasami to stay where she was."
TO BE CONTINUED...
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