Disclaimer: The concepts of Spiderman are trademarked by Marvel Comics 
inc. Sailor Moon is the creation of Nakao Takeuchi. No money is being 
made from this and no such intent should be inferred.

I think this is the second draft, its been so long since I worked on 
this. Author's note at end.

"Popeye drops his trousers in front of Bluto. 'Sailor Moon!'"
-My friend after I told him about this fic.
"John? Honey?" *WHACK*
-His wife after he said that.

One week later...

"Your gramps is on the warpath." Usagi said without preamble as she sat 
down across the lunch table from Ami. Ami looked up from her bento.

"I'm sorry?"

  She handed Ami the paper. "Page seven, under the editorials." Ami took 
the paper and opened it to the appropiate page.


Tokyo Under Siege.
By J. Jonah Jameson, Publisher.

What is Tokyo coming to? First this Sailor Moon comes from nowhere, and 
now we have someone calling herself Spiderwoman beating street scum into 
so much pulp and leaving them for dead, taking it upon herself to 
administer justice.

Do either of these women have any respect for the law? Do they care that 
their actions are forcing the police to take time to try and find them 
when they should be keeping the city safe? Have they been deputized? Do 
they answer to anyone except for themselves?

Does anyone know anything about these women? Where do they come from? 
Who are they? Why don't they come forward?

I'll tell you why. Because they are no better then the scum they purport 
to be fighting. Anyone who takes the law into their own hands is a 
menace as great, if not greater then then, for example, a Tsunami, or 
some other disaster.

I love Japan, I love Tokyo, and I, for one, refuse to sit idly by while 
these terrorists run rampant.

I will make you, my fellow citizens, a promise. And that promise is 
this: I will use all the resources I have to unmask these lawbreakers 
and bring them before the bar of justice they thumb their noses at.


"I...see..." Ami said as she handed the paper back to Usagi. "That's 
very interesting."

"Aint it though?" Usagi asked and set the paper aside. "You doing 
anything Saturday night? That's the night the amusement park is open 
twenty-four hours so Naru and I are gonna go and we're not leaving until 
we've hit every ride, shop and food stand, or we pass out,  or until 
they throw us out at sunset Sunday, whichever comes first. It's dutch 
treat on the tickets, everyone pays for their own. You in?"

Spiderwoman hesitated. Saturday night would be a good patrol night. Lots 
of people blowing off steam, lots of scum she could take off the 
streets. But she also had to maintain the fiction that was Ami. She 
hated the time that being Ami took away from her mission, but there was 
no help for it.

"Sure, Ami said. "Sounds...fun."

"Great. Meet us by the admission gates at five."

****
Naru was singing the theme to Magic Knights Rayearth when she entered 
Usagi's room. "So why did I have to meet you here?" she asked when she 
finished. Usagi pointed at the black cat seated on her bed. "What? Luna? 
You've had her for years."

"No," Usagi said. "She talks."

"A talking cat?" Naru smirked. "Usagi old girl, I know we've 
collaborated on some whoppers, but pulling that off is beyond even our 
genius."

"No, she really talks. No joke. Come on Luna, say something."

The black cat looked up at Usagi with an innocent expression. "Meow." 
Usagi stared at the cat for a moment and then whipped a pillow off her 
bed and hit Luna with it. "What was that for?!" Luna yelled and then 
cringed.

Molly stared in genuine shock. Before her eyes, a crescent moon had 
appeared on Luna's forehead and her eyes gained a fierce intelligence. 
"What the hell?" She blinked a few times and then looked at her friend. 
"Wait. Cute talking animal...please don't tell me you're a magical 
girl." Usagi nodded mournfully. "Oh how the mighty have fallen," Naru 
said melodramtically as she sat backwards on Usagi's desk chair. "So 
what's your magical girl name? Wait, lemme guess...um, Sparkling 
Generation Magical Girl Pretty Valkeryie Miko?"

Usagi shook her head. "Nope." She leaped onto the bed and struck a pose. 
"I fight for love and justice. I am Pretty Soldier Sailor Moon!"

"Sailor Moon? You're the one kicking ass all over Tokyo?"

"I've told you, Usagi," Luna said reprovingly. "You are not Sailor Moon 
to..." she shuddered. "Kick ass. You're supposed to find the Moon 
Princess. She's the only one who can find and unlock the full power of 
Ginzihozu, the Moon Crystal."

"So what else is new?" Molly said, waving a hand dismissivly. "Tell me 
the good stuff. Who's the awesomely bishie hunk that your destined to be 
with for the rest of eternity?"

Usagi closed her eyes and pretended to swoon. "Tuxedo Mask. He's brave, 
daring--you should see how his tuxedo fits him--and oh so mysterious."

"No shit?" Naru asked and Usagi nodded. "It's Chiba." Naru said after a 
moment. "He's Tuxedo Mask."

"Very funny, Naru."

"Think about it. You keep bumping into him, you're always fighting, and 
then there's Tuxedo Mask, who--let me guess -- shows up whenever you're 
in trouble, right?" Usagi nodded mournfully. "Standard issue Magical 
Girl stuff," Naru said airily. "Take off that mask of his and you'll see 
Mamoru Chiba. I guarantee." At Luna's questioning look, Naru rolled her 
eyes. "His name's Tuxedo Mask. Of course he has a mask. Duh."

"Awwwww...."�Usagi beat her head against the bed. "Why did it have to be 
him?"

"Hey, I don't make the rules," Naru said. "But since he's your destined 
to be, what are you gonna do?"

"Kill him and hope his replacement has a better personality?"

"Nah. He's that way for a reason and you'll probably need him later."

"For what? To persuade me to get a lobotomy?"

"Oh come on, would it really be that bad to wake up next to him every 
morning? Besides, you're fifteen. You got plenty of time to train him 
before the wedding." Naru flung an arm around Usagi's shoulder. "But for 
now, harken unto thy pocketbook, me transforming lass, for it is thee 
who shalt be paying for our tickets."

"Me? What happened to dutch treat?"

"The ticket is my fee for keeping my mouth shut about your fall from 
grace into the castrated hell that is magical girl shojo and Ami's 
ticket is your good deed for the millenium."

Usagi's reply was a resounding rasberry.

****
"What kind of vitamins are you eating, girl?" Usagi asked. She and Naru 
were starting to hit their limit, but Ami was still very bright-eyed. 
"Its almost one in the morning, and you look like you've just had a good 
night's sleep."

"All the walking I've done, I guess."

Usagi let out a snort, elbowed Naru to wake her up, and lobbed her empty 
drink cup into the trash can behind her without bothering to look.

"Hey! Meatball Head!"

At the shout, Usagi turned to see Chiba standing by the table next to 
the trash can. He had her drink cup in his hand and was scowling. At the 
table, a tall, sandy-haired young man was attempting not to snicker. 
"Watch where you're aiming," Chiba growled.

Usagi stared at Chiba for a moment, trying to picture him in a tuxedo. 
"I don't see it," she said, "there's no way he's him."

"He is," Naru said with the self-assured air of someone who knew she was 
right. "You can't fight destiny, Usagi."

"This is tweed," Chiba said, indicating the green sport jacket he was 
wearing. "Do you know how much dry cleaning will cost me? I have fees to 
deal with!"

"Well wear a collar," Usagi shot back.

Chiba blinked at that, and opened his mouth to respond when his friend 
grabbed his arm. "Come on, Mammy. Arguing aint worth it."

"'Mammy'?" Usagi giggled.

"Motoki," Chiba asked, pain in his voice. "Did you have to do that?"

"No, but it was fun."

"Oooh, I like him," Naru all but purred when the two young men had left.

"What? Chiba? You can have him."

"No, his friend."

"Down, girl."

"Down? Do I look like some Akita?"

"Only in the mornings."

As Tsukino and Okasa continued to babble their inanity, Spiderwoman 
silently gritted her teeth and forced herself to endure as Ami sipped 
her coffee. But when more then a minute had passed and the cousins had 
started trading insults while speaking in bad irish accents, Spiderwoman 
knew she had to either break up this farce or kill them both.

"Um, Usagi?" Ami asked. "If we want to get to the Jet Hurl, we should 
probably go now."

"Ah yes, vomit fun for everyone. Forward!" Usagi took a step forward 
only to be hurled backwards as the souvienr stand nearby exploded, 
hurling hats and cheap plastic doodads every which way.

 From the fire came some kind of horror. It was human shaped, but built 
like some kind of demented scarab beetle.

Usagi swore under her breath. "Ami, Naru?"

"Ami's gone," Naru said as the monster began to rampage. "Must have run 
off. Can't say I blame her."

"Go find her, I'll deal with this."

"The hell I will." Naru said and picked up the remains of a chair.

"Naru. Please. Go find Ami. I'll meet you guys by the gates."

"But I can-" Naru started to say when Usagi inturuppted her.

"Ami can't."

Naru flinched and then nodded and darted off.

Diving behind the wreckage of the tables, Usagi concentrated on her 
clothes said the magic words.

"Moon Power Make-Up."

The light washed over her and then passed. Sailor Moon stood up and 
studied herself in the remains of the glass. She was dressed entirely in 
black. Black turtlenecked tunic, black pants, black gloves, heavy boots 
and a black leather trench. A gold tiara encirled her forehead and her 
odangos bore red jewels. It looked good on her and damnit, she looked 
good in it.

"Trinity, eat your heart out," she said to herself and vaulted over the 
tables to where she knew the youma could see her. "Hold it, creature of 
darkness," she called out in ringing tones. The youma turned and stared 
stupidly at her. "I am Sailor Moon, champion of Love and Justice and--" 
she broke off as something fastened on her trench and yanked her bodily 
into the air. "--Yaaaahhhhhhhh!" she screeched and then stopped as a red 
gloved hand grabbed her shirt. She stared into black lensed eyes set 
into a red mask. The mask was part of a form fitting costume worn by a 
woman crouched on the light pole like some kind of predatory insect. The 
costume was red and blue, pouches were set on the thighs and the right 
arm had some kind of spider on it. The two front legs were pointing 
forward onto the back of her hand, the two middle legs were wrapped 
around her wrist and the two back legs pointed towards her elbow.

"You waste time speaking," the woman said in cold, emotionless tones. 
"That will get you killed."

Below, the youma resumed its rampage.

"And just who are you, Sunshine?" Sailor Moon demanded, crossing her 
arms. The effect was slightly ludicrous, but like she was going to flail 
her arms and legs looking for a nonexistant something to stand on? No 
way, buster.

"Spiderwoman."

"Well, I'm-"

"A fool," Spiderwoman cut her off.

"You know, that's a very nasty habit you have." Sailor Moon pointed out. 
"You got a pen and paper? My friend has this aunt who teaches ettiqute, 
wonderful lady. You go see her, she'll help you break your habit of 
inturrupting, and-" a scream inturrupted her and they turned to see a 
gang of young men tearing at the clothes of a schoolgirl and her friend. 
Spiderwoman let go and leapt towards the rape in progress even as Sailor 
Moon fell to the ground some twenty feet below and immeditly sprang back 
into the air towards the youma, delivering a flying kick that knocked it 
over. As it struggled to its feet, Sailor Moon glanced over to where the 
girls had been attacked. Spiderwoman was leaping around, several of the 
young men were on the ground...and there was way too much red stuff on 
the pavement and walls to be spilled paint or someone's spilled soda.

"Kuso," Sailor Moon breathed in shock and horror and then ate pavement 
as the youma plowed  into her from behind. "Asshole!" Sailor Moon 
screeched, lunging to her feet and  whipping around to drive her fist 
into its abdomen.

The youma made a huffing noise and stared at her for a moment before its 
claw whipped back and slammed into her like a freight train.

"Shhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiit!" Sailor Moon cried as she flew across the 
footpath to total the fruit stand. Wiping custard off her face she 
glared at the youma. "This is expensive leather!" she yelled, "watch 
it!" She did not, however, get to her feet. As Sailor Moon, she was 
consideribly tougher and stronger, but there were limits and it was all 
she could do to sit up. Her ribs were probably broken and she wouldn't 
be surprised if she was bleeding internally.

Staring at her for a few more moments, the youma suddenly turned and 
lumbered back towards the small shops it had been tearing apart earlier.

'Its stupid,' she realized suddenly. "Spiderwoman! Don't attack it!" She 
yelled out, seeing the red and blue clad woman swinging towards the 
youma. Almost impossibly, Spiderwoman changed direction in mid-air and 
swung towards her.

"What do you mean?" Spiderwoman asked.

"A hand up?" Sailor Moon asked acidly, holding out her hand. Spiderwoman 
grabbed her wrist and yanked her to her feet. "It only attacks what's 
attacking it," she continued, somehow manging to keep the revulsion out 
of her voice as she glanced at the blood stains and bits of brains and 
hair on her sleeve where Spiderwoman had grabbed her. "If we don't 
attack, it ignores us and just destroys stuff." She spat out a lump of 
colagulated blood, wincing as she felt her ribs finish knitting 
themselves back together.

"Logical."

"I'll assume that means you agree with me. Now listen, I can take care 
of this bastard, but it has to be weakened some more first. Any ideas?"

"Lead it towards the Jet Hurl," Spiderwoman said. She stuck her hand in 
the air made some kind of gesture with her fingers, and a stream of 
something gray was launched into the air. Grabbing the end, she sailed 
into the air, disappearing into the shadows.

"Lead it towards the Jet Hurl," she says," Sailor Moon mocked as she 
picked up a length of pipe. "Bitch."

****
With an roar, the youma disentigrated and the tiara rematerialized on 
Sailor Moon's forehead. The evil was defeated, but at (in Sailor Moon's 
opinion) a far too great a cost.

"You could have told me you were planning to pull the Jet Hurl down on 
its head," Sailor Moon said. She kicked at a piece of steel. "Never even 
got to ride it."

Spiderwoman didn't answer, but instead raised her left arm and again 
made that strange gesture.

Sailor Moon grabbed her right arm and felt something give. With a 
whisper, Spiderwoman's costume suddenly seemed to flow, retracting into 
the spider, which then changed into a oval shaped watch. "Woah," Sailor 
Moon said and looked into Spiderwoman's face.

The world seemed to wildly lurch, heave, buck and finally swing a 
sledgehammer at Sailor Moon's world, shattering it. "Ami?" Sailor Moon 
asked in a sick voice.

She was looking at Ami, but it wasn't Ami looking back. The face before 
her was empty of emotion, of life, there was only a deathly coldness in 
those ice-blue orbs. It was like staring at a thing that had chosen for 
some perverse reason to wear her friend's face like a mask.

"Ami?" Sailor Moon tried again.

Without a word, the Ami-thing jerked her arm free. Touching the watch, 
her face vanished once more under the costume. Then she swung away, 
leaving Sailor Moon to stand there amid the remains of the coaster.

****
Somehow, she managed to get home, dodging Naru's questions and apologies 
for being unable to find Ami or why Usagi was white as a sheet.

For the rest of Sunday, she lay on her bed, staring at nothing. Vaugely, 
she was aware of Luna trying to talk to her, and of her phone going off 
repeatedly, but she ignored them both. Like a vision, she kept seeing 
Ami's face dancing before her eyes as her memory replayed the events of 
the past few months, suddenly putting what had been formerly unrelated 
facts together with what she knew about Ami. What emerged was what was 
probably Carl Jung's wet dream.

As the sun set, Usagi got up and walked to her computer and fired up the 
high speed acess. Ignoring the ten or so e-mails in her inbox, most of 
them from Naru, she began studying everything the net could teach her 
about psychology.

****
"Let me see if I get you here," Naru said as the cousins neared the 
Academy's front gates. It had taken most of the walk for Usagi to 
explain her theory. "You think that doodad Ami was holding when Flash 
shoved her gave her spider powers, which was why she has anime babe 
curves, and she blames herself for Shinny's death, so she went stone 
cold killer and only pretends to be Ami because its convientent for some 
reason."

"Pretty much, yeah."

Naru hit her cousin across the back of the head. "Get real! That has to 
be the lamest ass theory I've ever heard. What could possibly make you 
believe that insanity"

"My twelveth birthday party," Usagi said.

"What about it?"

"We were watching some anime and we swore that if either one of us ever 
became a magical girl--"

"The other would shoot herself in the foot," Naru finished. "All right, 
all right. So let's say you're right and Ami's using the Misato 
Katsuragi method to clean up Tokyo. What do we do? Ask her to stop?"

"I wasn't planning on asking," Usagi said grimly and then spied Ami 
sitting on the school steps reading a book.

"I don't see it," Naru said and took a deep breath. "What's the plan?"

"The usual."

"Make it up as we go along. My favorite." As plans went, it was fairly 
easily. The cousins thought alike for the most part and it made it easy 
for them to improvise.

Ami glanced up as Usagi and Naru sat down on either side of her.

"Hi, Ami," Usagi chirped.

"Mornin," Naru put in.

Ami stared at them. "Hello," she said hesitantly.

"Ami, you have got to see this thing Naru got online. Just came this 
morning."

"Totally unbelievable."

"Come on," Each cousin grabbed Ami's wrist and pulled her off the steps 
and around the corner of the school. As soon as they were out of sight, 
Usagi grabbed Ami's shirt and pushed her against the school wall. "Okay, 
Spiderwoman, let's chat."

Naru stared as Ami's face seemed to suddenly change. It was like Usagi 
had described it. As though something was wearing their friend's face 
like some kind of mask because what was behind it was to unthinkable to 
gaze upon. It wasn't even really a mask, it was like Ami had suddenly 
been replaced by something that looked like Ami, sounded like Ami, but 
was completly alien.

"What do you want?" Spiderwoman asked. Naru shivered. She even talked 
different and her voice...so cold...empty.

"Listen carefully, because this is the only time Sailor Moon and 
Spiderwoman are going to have this talk in their civvies. You want to 
play protector of Tokyo, fine. I have youma to worry about." Usagi 
pulled Spiderwoman close until they were nose to nose. "But if you kill 
again, if you take even one human life, no matter what they did, I swear 
to God I'll hunt you down myself and unmask you before the whole damn 
city. Even if it means the youma win."

"The revalation of my identidy is an empty threat. Ami Mizuno died in 
the park two weeks ago. I use her identidy because it is convenient. 
You're wasting my time."

"You really want to fuck with me, Spiderwoman? You wanna go right here?"

The two stared at each other for several minutes. "If it will prevent 
further conversations like this, then I accept your proposal," 
Spiderwoman said.

"Good." Usagi said and released Ami, straightening her shirt and 
smoothing out the wrinkles. "Come on, Ami," she said, throwing her arm 
around the other girl's shoulders as the bell rang. "Lets go get us some 
edumacation!"

****
Author's note:
It was either another chapter of ASW or write "Ryouga Hibiki vs The Care 
Bears".

At this point, my fanfiction will be going on hiatus for a while so that 
I can devote my energies to webcomicing. Those interested in reading the 
webcomic or just wanting to know when I resume fanficing, should visit 
my livejournal.

www.livejournal.com/users/pandoras_closet

-Steve "Komodo" T.
http://livejournal.com/users/pandoras_closet


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