Hallo! I am a FFML newbie. Allow me to introduce myself.
My name is Steve, though I write under the pen name of Komodo. I'm 22, I
live somewhere near a computer with a modem and no matter what the rumors
say, my mind is NOT controlled by my cat.
I write mostly SM fanfiction, I use the American versions as that is what I
am most familar with. As the saying goes. Write what you know.
Regardless, I do have a fic to post along with this message. Its called
Molly's Secret and its a SM/Guyver fusion. If it rings a bell, its because I
found the "Naru-Chan fights back" Spamfic on the website of Mark Doherty(sp?)
and it started me thinking.
Enjoy!
Hoping Mark doesn't mind,
-Komodo
http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Keep/5268
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Part 1
They came, just like they always did. Five females in costumes with energy
powers.
Like always, there was horrific battle, the enemy destroyed and the costumed
women left, leaving the Police to clean things up and explain things to the
media.
Molly Naru, age nineteen, was sick of it.
She sat on the rock next to the lake in Central Park, her knees pulled up to
her chest and her arms keeping them there.
Glumly, she watched as policemen and women stood there, scratching their
heads in confusion. Eventually, it would be blamed on mass hysteria, gas, or
bad food, the claims of monsters and women in sailor suits with superhuman
powers dismissed as illusions.
Hallucinations.
Just like last time. And the time before that. And the time before that.
You idiots! She wanted to scream. Don't you think that there might be some
grain of truth? Don't you think that so many mass fainting spells combined
with monster stories might be more then just a coincidence?!
They wouldn't listen, why would they? She was just a Gaijn, a foreigner, and
not even an important one. Just the daughter of a jeweler.
Molly felt her hands curl into fists as the hot tears rolled down her cheeks.
She wanted so desperately to fight back, even to the point of taking up
Martial Arts.
That had been no good.
The tears flowed faster as she unwillingly remembered how the youma had
simply laughed and then drained her of energy. Just like all the other times
before.
The tears became a flood, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed.
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why did they always seem to come to her?
She raised her eyes up and looked at the lake.
So cool. So inviting. All it would take would be one little movement, the
shock of hitting the water would stun her, her weight would drag her under,
the cold would numb her.
They wouldn't find her body till tomorrow, or even the day after.
No more pain, no more youma.
No more. . .
She looked up at the sound of shoe soles on rock.
"Hey Moll." Said the shoe's owner, a pretty blond haired coed with her hair
in a most peculiar hairstyle.
"Hey Serena." Molly said, her voice flat and devoid of emotion as she resumed
staring at the lake.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm sick of it."
"It?"
"The youma. The endless fighting," Molly waved a hand at the controlled chaos
at the other side of the lake. "The way they go on like sheep because they
don't want to think of what might really be going on." She sighed. "I'm sick
of being attacked, I'm sick of worrying about my friends, I'm sick of
answering questions from the police." She exhaled loudly, her breath forming
into steam as it hit the night air. "I'm just sick of it."
"You think we aren't?" Serena asked. "Not a day goes by that I wake up and
wonder if today's the day when I'll be required to give my life up to keep
the Earth safe. The others are the same way. We're sick of it too. But we do
it because its got to be done."
Molly let out a chuckle. "What's so funny?" Serena demanded.
"Just thinking that six years ago you never would have said something like
that." Serena smiled.
"No, I suppose I wouldn't have." Serena admitted. "I guess I've done some
growing up."
"Everyone has." Molly said as she looked at Serena, her question clear on her
face.
"No." Serena said.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive." Serena said. "We even asked Pluto. I'm sorry Molly, there is no
Sailor Sun, Earth, Asteroid, Comet, Cosmic, Red, or anything like that. None
of us had a sister back during the Silver Millennium. Nothing."
"So that's it then. I'm doomed to a life of being youma chow." Serena said
nothing. There was nothing she could say.
"Hey." She said at last. "How about some hot fudge sundaes at Tomoe's? My
treat."
"Sure." Molly said as she stood up. "Why not?"
#--#
Late afternoon, The Lake in Central Park, Two Weeks Later. . .
Molly sighed as Melvin continued to babble about the latest project in his
biotechnology class. Gradually, he realized she wasn't even listening and
trailed off.
"Hey Molly? Something wrong?"
"I'm just sick of it all. Life, school, Youma."
"Youma? Molly, have you been getting enough sleep?" Molly then remembered
that Melvin had never been told and that therefore the mysterious "Central
Control" hadn't released him from what Mina had, for God knew what reasons,
dubbed "The Matrix", which was a field projected across the world that kept
people from being too interested in what was going on in Tokyo.
The thought that there was an entity out there capable of that kind of feat
made Molly shudder and she tried very hard not to think about it.
"Yeah Melvin." She said, forcing some humor into her voice as she screwed her
face up into a somewhat rictus grin. "Youma. And they work for these aliens
that want to steal all the life energy on earth." She waggled her fingers at
him and made moaning noises.
"You read to much Manga." Melvin said. Molly hmphed and turned, walking away.
She hadn't gone more then a few feet when a pair of arms wrapped around her
waist from behind and she heard Melvin's voice in her ear.
"Bah, I'm a Youma, give me your life energy." He made slobbering noises.
"Oooh Help!" Molly said, laughing, unable to help herself. "A big mean scary
youma! Oh help!" Squirming, she broke free of his grip and starting running,
Melvin in hot pursuit.
Laughing, she led him across the park and into the woods surrounding it,
where he finally managed to bring her down in an isolated part, known
affectionately as "Love Alley."
Still laughing, Molly squirmed until she was lying on her back underneath
him.
"Oh Mister Youma," She said, making herself sound like one of the brainless
female leads in a movie. "Now that you have me what will you do with me?"
"I'll think of something." Melvin replied.
"Just," She said breathlessly, "just keep it short." Then she fluttered her
eyelashes at him
"Short?" He smiled his best evil smile. "Never." He promised as he kissed her.
"Good." Molly said, returning the kiss as she pulled him down, her body
arching up into his. "Mmmmm"
#--#
The Sun was setting by the time they emerged from the woods, hand in hand.
Both were faintly flushed and several people gave them knowing grins.
They walked until they reached the rock by the lake and there they stood,
watching the sun slip beneath the horizon.
"Melvin? Have I told you that I love you lately?"
"Hmmm, I believe the most recent thing you said to me involved some loud
moaning." Melvin said, his tone of voice mockingly serious.
"Well," She said, leaning against the rock as Melvin came closer. "I love
you."
"Say it again." Melvin said, leaning against her.
"I love you." Molly whispered.
"I love you too." Melvin whispered back and they kissed again.
Things were just getting interesting when Melvin pulled away and put his hand
in his pocket. "I got something to show you," He began when they heard
shouting. There was a flash of color and some sounds that sounded like an
animal growling.
"Oak Evolution!" Someone cried. There was a blinding flash and Molly suddenly
found herself hurtling through the air. She saw the water coming up fast,
there was a jolt of pain and everything went black.
She drifted in the blackness. A voice was talking to her and Melvin. Melvin
insisting that the voice save her. There was a roaring noise and she felt
something envelop her.
#--#
Her head was breaking the surface. Coughing, she tried to keep afloat even as
she took her bearings.
It was definitely nighttime. She was somewhere in the middle of the lake and
she could see bright lights of what looked like a work crew at the lake's
edge. Grateful for her choice of clothes, she kicked her sandals off and
struggled out of her jacket, letting it all sink to the lake bottom before
she struck out for shore.
Looked like it was time to find out if all that time she put into swimming
back in the Brownies would pay off.
#--#
She was nearly to shore before somebody spotted her. Shouts soon went up and
she was helped to shore.
"What happened to you?" A Paramedic asked as he put a blanket around her
shoulders. "Did you get caught in the Tornado?" Molly took the cup of hot
chocolate and had some in her mouth before his question registered and she
spat the liquid out
"T-Tornado?" She asked, wiping her mouth.
"Yeah. Weirdest thing anyone ever saw. Freak Tornado ripped through the park
tearing up everything. Conspiracy nuts are blaming the Americans."
"Y-yeah. Those crazy Americans." Molly took another drink of hot chocolate to
buy time to get her emotions in order. When she looked up again, she saw
Serena, Amy Raye, Lita and Mina standing nearby. Mina had a bag slung over
her shoulder and she could see Luna and Artimes peering out.
Setting the Hot Chocolate aside, Molly wrapped the blanket tighter around
herself and walked over to them.
"Hey guys." Molly said, smiling brightly until she noticed that none of them
were smiling back. "What's wrong." Nobody said anything for a long moment,
then Serena indicated something with a jerk of her head.
"I'm sorry." She half whispered.
"Sorry for what?" Molly asked, turning to see. All she saw was Paramedics
loading a body into an ambulance. Then the stretcher hit a bump and an arm
fell out from beneath the sheet.
On the wrist was a distinctly familiar wristwatch. A watch she had given to
someone very special on his eighteenth birthday.
"NOOOOOO!" Molly cried, half running and stumbling towards the ambulance.
Shoving the startled men aside, she tore the sheet aside and stared at
Melvin's face.
He was bloated and blue, his face covered with cuts and bruises. "No." She
whispered, clutching his hand and holding it to her face. The tears flowed
down her cheeks and his arm.
"Um Miss? Ma'am?" Molly didn't hear the paramedic. She didn't hear anything
except Melvin's voice telling her that he loved her. She didn't feel anything
except his hands moving over her body, or see anything but his eyes, locked
with hers. The only thing she tasted was his lips on hers.
But she did feel it when the Paramedics pulled her away so they could load
Melvin into the ambulance.
"No! Wait!" She cried, reaching out for him. "Don't take him from me!" Then
Serena was there. "They took him Serena!" Molly wailed, sinking to her knees,
"they took him!" Serena held the trembling girl as she looked up at her
friends.
#--#
One week later, A cemetery in Tokyo.
"And so, we commend the body of Melvin Umino to the earth. Let us pray."
Molly bowed her head, but did not pray. Instead, her eyes were staring at the
diamond ring in her hand, which her mother had given to her.
"He bought this only a few days before. I think he'd want you to hold on to
it." She had said. He had never even gotten a chance to ask her.
"I would have said yes." She whispered under her breath.
#--#
6 months later. . .
"Molly!" Serena cried, running up to her. You look terrific!" Molly gave her
best friend a smile and twirled. She wore a light blue silk thin dress, cut
low, the ring Melvin gave her now on a twenty four karat gold chain that she
wore around her neck.
"I'll second that." Said the tall, dark haired man who came up behind Serena.
"Its a shame I'm already taken." He teased just before Serena's elbow dug
into his ribs. "Ow. Take it easy Meatball Head." He protested, rubbing his
side.
"You'll pay for that later." Serena said, her tone of voice promising that
the payment demanded could be interesting if he played his cards right.
"Yes Ma'am." He said, tossing off a mock salute. "How about I get you ladies
some punch?"
"Thank you." Molly said and resumed staring out the window at the Garden.
The girls were at an inter-school mixer held at the beautiful Asasho Gardens
mansion, formal wear required.
"Still miss Melvin huh?" Serena said.
"Yeah." Molly said. "Every day it become easier to deal with but I still feel
like I'm betraying him every I so much as look at another guy."
"Aw come on Moll." Serena said, grabbing the redhead's arm and leading her
towards the crowd of people. "You know Melvin would want you to find someone
to be happy with." Molly let herself be led, mainly because deep down, she
knew she was right.
It was at that point that Destiny made a roll of the Cosmic Dice.
Snake Eyes.
The roof over the band all but collapsed as the youma burst in. It was a
snake headed beast, with a sword in each hand.
"Ethka." It hissed as the sword blades began to glow, drawing in energy.
Molly, concealed behind the safety of a plant, curled herself up in a fetal
position. She could hear the Senshi getting their butts handed to them.
Closing her eyes, she prayed silently, trying to ignore the pounding sound in
her ears.
Opening her eyes, she saw Sailor Moon hit the wall and fall, not moving.
The pounding in her ears became a roar that drowned out everything else.
Now. Whispered a voice in her mind.
#--#
Jupiter, Venus, Mars, and Mercury were in trouble and they knew it, Tuxedo
Mask and Sailor Moon were both down for the count. Venus had the Moon
Crescent Wand, and not a hope in hell of being able to use it.
"This is it guys." Mars said. "Last call."
"We can't give up." Venus said. "All we need is a plan."
"All we need is a Miracle." Jupiter retorted.
Destiny Made another roll.
Two Sixes.
The youma raised its swords high, intent on fullfilling prime directive
number one: Terminate the Senshi.
"And Lo." An electronically filtered voice said. "There shall come a warrior,
clad in living armor, and all that the warrior faces, shall fall."
Recognizing the words from a recent fantasy flick, the Senshi turned.
Standing in the doorway was a figure, the body shape suggested a female. She
was clad in what looked like living armor. That is, the armor seemed to
resemble the hard carapace of a beetle or perhaps plates of bone.
"And you are?" The Senshi looked at the Youma, surprised. It was the first
time a youma had ever talked in its true form.
"Just a concerned citizen." She said, looking at the ball of energy that was
forming in her hand as though she had never seen it before. "Warrior will
do." Almost casually as her arm snapped forward, hurtling the energy ball
across the ballroom to smack the youma on the chest.
It staggered back, hissing loudly.
"I'm here to kick ass and take names." Warrior said as blades slid forward
out of her forearms and over her hands.
"What's that supposed to mean?" It demanded, dropping into a fighting stance,
swords at the ready.
"It means," Warrior said as she started forward at a steady walk. "That I've
had a really bad day. You're about to have a worse one." At that, she broke
into a run, leaping into the air, twising as she jumped, and landing on the
youma's shoulders, driving the blades into into its brain.
The youma howled, jerking back, swinging the deadly blades in an attempt to
find its oppenent, but Warrior was already moving, leaping off of the youma's
shoulders to land behind it. Spinng on the balls of her feet, she slashed at
its back, cutting a strip across its spine. The Youma howled again as it
spun, bringing both swords down. But Warrior had backflipped out of harm's
way, landing in a spiderlike crouch.
"Not bad." The youma said, breathing heavily.
"Thanks." Warrior said, rising and taking a fighting stance. The youma also
took a fighting stance. For a long moment, they faced each other, each one
sizing up their oppenent.
Then, seemingly as one, they moved. Their arms were a blur, a whirlwind of
flashing blades.
There was no room for mistakes. No room for even the tiniest error. Even
Jupiter's trained eye had trouble following the battle. But it did pick out
one thing. Warrior, intentionally or not, was buying them time.
As one, they raced back to where Sailor Moon groggily lay.
"Sailor Moon!" Mars cried, falling to her knees as Mercury grabbed the prone
girl's other wrist, and began counting under her breath even as she was
looking over Sailor Moon's face.
"Pulse is good, everything looks normal, how are you feeling?"
"What happened?" She asked, sitting up slowly.
"New kind of Youma." Jupiter said curtly.
"Where is it?"
"It found a new playmate." Venus quipped. "Rather energetic one too."
"Who is that?" Sailor Moon demanded, catching sight of the armored figure who
had the youma's attention.
"Dunno, as she put it, and I qoute; 'Warrior will do'" Jupiter said, helping
Sailor Moon to her feet.
At that point, the youma made an error so slight even Jupiter couldn't be
sure it was an error.
Swinging its swords, the youma lunged with one, the other one held up to
block. But it had over extended its reach just a little to much. Warrior
feinted, batted the blocked sword aside, chopped off the outstretched arm
then ran her blade right into where the Youma's heart roughly was.
The Youma howled, glowing brighter and brighter, before crumbling into dust.
Sitting on the dust was a brightly colored jewel with a black upside down
cresenct moon. As they watched, the color faded.
Warrior picked up the jewel and looked at it for a moment, then her fingers
closed tightly around the jewel, triggering a distinctive crunching sound.
When she opened her hand, there was only dust.
"Warrior?" Sailor Moon called. The helmeted head turned to look at them. "I'd
like to thank you for your help."
"Unessacary. They all have to die."
"Yes. Well. . ." Sailor Moon said, obviously taken back by Warrior's
bluntness.
"Stay out of my way." Warrior snapped and then lept into the rafters, from
there, out the hole in the roof.
Running to the window, the Senshi saw Warrior leap over the wall.
"Damn." Jupiter breathed out as the distant sounds of sirens reached their
ears.
"Lets get out of here." Venus said.
#--#
The Next Morning
Though she no longer lived at home, Molly did have a decent loft apartment
near her mother's Jewelry store. The building was owned by a family friend
and Molly got to live there virtually rent free.
She lay on her stomach, bare back to the ceiling trying to process what the
ringing sound in her ears was.
At that point, the ringing stopped and Molly heard her own voice.
"Hi, this is Molly's phone. Leave a message at the beep."
"Molly? Its Serena. Again. There's a meeting at Raye's temple today. We could
use some input. Molly, if you're there please pick up."
Molly's flaiing hand finally managed to find the button for the speakerphone.
"Serena?" She asked, her mouth dry and feeling like it was full of cotton.
"Molly?! Thank God! AreyouokayWecouldn'tfindyouafterthepartyI've
calledlikefifteentimesalready!"
"Party?" Molly asked. Then she remembered, along with the weird vision. "Oh
yeah. I hid in the plants."
"Oh. Okay! Well the meetings at five today. I'll see you then!" Molly hit the
off button and rolled over in bed, her eyes falling on the clock on her wall.
"Three in the afternoon?" She groaned as she sat up. "I hate youmas."
#--#
The Dark Kingdom. . .
The man who walked through the hallways was not happy. He was tall, athletic
man, with bright red hair, and cruel eyes. He wore a vest over his bare
chest, green pants, and boots.
He bowed respectivly to the man and woman sitting on the thrones as he
entered the throne room through the double doors.
The woman was all woman, tall, lush, with ripe curves and thick red hair.
But there was nothing human about her eyes. All that had been stolen away
millenia ago.
The man lounged in his chair, a wine glass in his hand, laconic expression on
his face. But his eyes were bright and alert behind half closed lids.
"Well?" The woman demanded.
"The youma/droid hybrid worked well." The man reported. It collected more
then enough energy to create another of its kind."
"Then where is it?" Demanded a third voice. It was a woman's voice and the
man in the vest raisied his eyes to the crystal behind and above the thrones.
"There was unexpected interference."
"You let the Senshi interfere again Rubius?" Demanded the redhaired woman.
"No." Rubis gestured and an image of the female in the strange armor battling
the hybrid appeared. "She calls herself Warrior."
"A Guyver Unit!" Hissed the man on the throne.
"Guyver Unit?" Asked the voice from the crystal.
"A device created by a long dead alien race. They were sent to planets that
either had or possessed the potential for sentient life. They're a type of
bio-armor and they fuse with lifeforms in a symbiotic relationship, providing
protection and physical enhancement in return for some of the host's life
energy."
"Interesting." Said the redhaired woman. "If we could get our hands on such a
device, it could prove most useful."
"Then you shall have it Beryl." Said the man. "Rubius. Do whatever it takes
to get the Guyver Unit!"
"Yes Prince Diamant." Rubius replied.
#--#
Yawning, a cup's worth of cofee in her stomach, Molly stepped into the shower.
The dream she had still haunted her, it seemd so real.
"Must have been the caviar." She said to herself as she began to soap up.
Not exactly, said a dry voice in her mind
"Who?" Molly gasped, throwing open the shower door as she dropped into a
fighting stance, her eyes darting around the loft.
I don't have a name, at least not one that would make sense to you. Said the
voice. Suffice it to say I am you.
"What? You're some alternate personality? I've gone skitzo?"
Not exactly. Why don't you make us some breakfast and we'll see if I can't
explain it better.
"You'd better." Molly growled as she put on her robe and headed for the
kitchnette even as the rediculousness of what she had just done hit her.
Great. I'm arguing with a voice in my head. I must have flipped.