Jeremy actually breathed in sharply as he glanced throught he script, he knew the story, it was a story of one of his greatest failures. He kept is face stone cold and let no looks shock appear, the sharp breathe was too much as it was. Silently he glanced at the writer, *Is the Dark Kingdom behind the story or is something else at play here. Surely they wouldn't risk this becoming known to the Senshi, the retrieval of their memories of the Silver Millenium can add strength to them...* his thoughts paused...*or confusion to their minds as two sets of memories merge making them ripe targets. Nice strategy, if that is the purpose.*

Nephrite responded. ~I'm in the cafiteria, trying to figure out of this meat is edible or not. A few of the students are betting its part of some science experiment and I'm about to agree with them. What do you need?~

Upon entering the school for the second time, poor Blake was suffering from coffing convulsions. "Need... stop... smoking..." Weezing he sat with his head between his legs, trying to breathe again. "No... running... please..."

Glancing back to Kunzite, smiling faintly to himself as he watched his lover for a moment, Zoisite slipped out of the auditorium. Heading towards the cafeteria, he was determined to get some answers. A quick scratch was given to the collar about his throat, something that never strayed far from mind when he was dealing with Nephrite. ~I want some answers about this play, Neffy!~

Jarkin looked back. "Oh, sorry. You know smoking's bad for you. I'll help you quit. Give me all your packs of cigerettes right now." she said with a smile holding out her hand.

Nephrite faced Zoisite. ~Why, whatever do you mean, Zoi-neko?~ he asked innocently.

Zoisite met Nephrite's gaze steadily, watching his sometimes lover as he claimed complete innocence. One slender brow rose in undisguised disbelief. ~Care to explain this?~ he asked mentally, shoving a copy of it into the star king's hands. ~Now tell me... if Kunzite-sama didn't tell them, and I didn't tell them... who did? Just what are you up to and does Beryl-hime know>~ It was a scare tactic, yes, but Zoisite was getting desperate given what Nephrite could be doing with exposing them like this.

Kunzite stood shock still, staring at the script he was reading with open shock, an angry flush staining his cheeks. Growling under his breath, he flipped through the pages, pausing every few pages to read a line. Snapping it closed, his fingers digging into the thick stack, twisting and tearing the topmost pages as he took a breath, then another, trying to cool his temper. It wasn't working. ~Nephrite..~he growled, slapping the script against the palm of his hand.

Darien whistled softly and shook his head. Reading the script over Michiru's shoulder, he wrapped a comforting arm around her waist and gave her a light kiss ont he cheek. "Sort of like a Shakespearian play. No one wins and everyone dies at the end. Or at least they all get sent into a better future. See, it says so right there under narator."

Nephrite continued to play with his food. ~I don't know what you're talking about. I just hlped bring out the boy's creative influence~ he replied.

Michiru leaned into Darien. "Its just..this story sounds...familar." she replied.

Zoisite settled in the seat beside Nephrite, one finger tugging at the collar about his throat in nervousness. ~Nephrite... you clearly based that play on what happened long ago! We're going to be sparking every senshi in the area's memory and bring them down on us. Please... think about this, Neffy-okami~ he pleaded with the other king, one hand sliding onto the other's arm.

Hotaru finished reading the play, it had such a sad ending....but it seemed somehow familar...like a memory long forgotten. Her thought's were echoed by Michiru's words, and she glacned up. "Yes...I feel the same way, Michiru...like a very faint and dim memory..."

Nephrite smiled at Zoisite and patted him on the head. "Little brother want some..uumm...green stuff?" he asked. ~And if they do come down on us at the school, then we know which ones are here and which ones aren't. Which makes our job so much easier. And besides...the only people who will read the play before it is performed is the actors, which narrows down our choices even more.~

Michiru nodded. "But the end..its...not the same?" she asked.

Jakurin waited, hand outstretched, with an 'I'm-so-kawaii' grin plastered on her face. Blake was definitely her type... well, if he'd cut out the smoking. And the drinking to get drunk. And maybe built up a little tan or something... 'He'd look a bit like Ace,' she thought with a sudden change in face. Her smile dropped as her eyes became worried. Although she had ran into his friend, Joey, a few times (who was a looker himself) in and out of Tokyo, she had only 'heard' about how Ace was; "Fine." And seeing how she now attended school for kicks and had no qualms about grades or schedules and the like, she was dwindling back down to the "no-social-life" that she had save Tudo's. ~Pheh, Tudo's... I haven't been _there_ in almost two weeks; Ureshii must be going out of mind trying to find out where I'm at!~ she thought guiltily, her brow beginning to furrow. Her thoughts began to block out the outside world as she went over the events in her mind - becoming a senshi, getting her memories restored... somewhat by a beauty known as Lady Gaia, being saved by countless males, and being thrown about like a bag of trash by every Godzilla that happened to be touring the city. Her face took on a slight annoyed appearence as she said aloud, "I really suck at what I do." She blinked suddenly, and then laughed nervously as a million tiny sweatdrops appeared overhead. "Err, gomen nasai, I spaced out! Now, about those smokes --" she wagged a finger at him, then glanced at her watch. "HOLY SMOKE! We need to get our scripts!" she cried, standing up abruptly.

Staring coyling at the girl, Blake grinned. "Yeah... I.... Bet.... We.... Should." He was still huffing, and quite pittifly too. He handed over his cigarettes with a frown. If she wanted him to quit, he would.

Zoisite settled beside Nephrite, gazing up at him for a moment, just studying his features. It was odd for him to find the same lustful tendancies that he generally had for Kunzite alone trying to edge into his thoughts. Pushing that away, he examined the greenish goo that it looked like the star king was trying to eat. "Umm... I'll pass. Thanks all the same." ~It's too dangerous of a game, Neffy-okami. What happens if we're found out? What will Beryl-hime say? I'm sure Kunzite-sama is probably in a blue rage by now...~

"I don't know...It's so hard to grasp the memory..." Hotaru said, closing her eyes, trying to concentrate. "I...I think...the Queen did something... I'm almost certain that if I'm really remembering that this happened before, that it didn't end like this....something happened that's not in this play..."

"Something about a.. white light..?" Darien added, face screwed up in concentration. A gentle, sad tune started playing and without thinking, he reached into his pant's pocket and pulled out a small locket. "Something about.. a dark cloud too?"

~Blue rage is an understatement!~ Kunzite growled, coming up to Nephrite and Zoisite. Throwing himself into a seat, he twisted the remains of his copy of the play around and around, rolling it up into a tight tube. ~It might help us find the senshi, but what if it triggers other things as well? Think about that blasted crystal! What if it awakens and makes the senshi more powerful?~

Nephrite sighed. ~We won't have to worrya bout the crystal as one. The only people who can put the crystal together is a member of the female royal court of the Moon. And last I checked from Beryl, she's dead.~ he sent back. ~Weak hearts never won fair maidens. If we just sit around and wait ntohing will ever happen. If the three of us can get out hands on those crystals we can over throw Beryl and take over the Dark kingdom ourselves.~

Michiru shook her head. "I'm getting a head ache over this. Its just not right for the story to end in such a sad way." she complained. "I'm goign to tell Mestro that right now and have him fix it."

Jakurin entered the auitorium with Blake right behind her. "We're here. Peter Pan and Cap'i'tan Hook here to sign in. Where's our parts!" she cried from the back.

Getting drug arround seemed to be Blake's greatest acoplishment. Even though he had just given Jaku-sama his ciggies only about two minutes before, he was feeling the withdraw anyway. This was going to be harder than he thought. "Yeah!" Wow.... Blink.... That was the best reply ever. Perfect, really. Walking towards the stage, Blake watched the collecting students and teachers... a few of them looked highly... confused almost. He almost turned his cheek on this entire play thing... he was getting weird vibes from this all. "Can I like... have my script?" It was quiet, unsure. He needed to watch out for this one...

Zoisite snapped back to Nephrite telepathically as he slumped down in his chair, brooding over the entire situation. ~Its not going to work, Nephrite and I don't like it.~ he said and looked over at Kunzite. Zoisite stuck the tip of his kittenish tongue out at Nephrite. Grumbling to himself, the sakura crossed his arms, brooding silently until Kunzite made his call.

Grinding his teeth together, Kunzite stared at Nephrite then flung his script across the table. ~Go for it then, but don't complain to me if something happens. And by the way, when are we all going to get together again?~

Nephrite smiled. ~After the play, we can all celebrate our victory over the senshi.~ he replied. He then got up and left. Michiru backed away. *What is going on here. I've never seen him this upset before* she thought. "I didn't mean to offend you I just..." she started to say but was cut off with a slap in the face.

~You're pretty sure about that,~ Kunzite grumbled as Nephrite walked away. Sighing, he rubbed his forehead and wished for an asprin. "Gods of Darkness," he moaned. "Why do I have a bad feeling about this?" Jeremy's eyes narrowed on the young director as his hand connected with Michiru. After reading the script and seeing this display he was sure that the Generals were behind this, which meant trouble on opening night.

Sandra calmly finished her script and sighed to herself, *Those idiotic Generals. I wonder which of them came up with this one.* She shook her head, for now she would let it go, let them revel in their mistakes, for now. Now though she had other thoughts, all she had to do was go find someone to carry them out.

Glancing up at Kunzite, Zoisite shook his head. "I can't believe he's making me Beryl, and you Endymion. Where is the justice in that?" Thumping his head against the table, the sakura groaned. The last he wanted to do was pretend to be the Queen of the Dark Kingdom. He didn't even like her, much less want to be her. ~And I swear that if you kiss whoever is playing the Moon Princess, I'll cut her throat one stage, Kunzite-sama.~

Dunican looked up from his own script to the up coming scene that opened in front of him. *A director that hits his players for suggesting something? How rare.* thought Dunican. Walking over to the bulletin boerd he checked to see what parts he would be playing. *Lets see...the King of the Moon! Cool!* thought Dunican and turned around and walked back onto the stage.

Michiru grabbed Darien's hand before anythign else happened. "No..its alright...Darien..its alright." she said gently.

Nephrite watched the display from afar before walking foward. "Alright, enough of this. Let get to work, we only have a few weeks to get this done." he said clapping his hands loudly. "Mestro, go report to the Dean's office, hitting a female is intolerable."

Jakurin looked at Blake. "Can you belive the nerve of that guy!" she said. "I'd like to punch him too!"

Jeremy's crisp, steady, emotionless voice carried towards Coach Sanjourin, "I would suggest in the future you word that type of phrase more carefully. You just made a sexist statement stating that it was ok to hit a male, but not a female, in the present that is grounds alone to have you loose your teaching license." That was one thing that could drive Jeremy nuts, thinking women were less then men, he knew better.

Blake watched Mestro with a very pissy glare. "Yeah. The nerve." In Blake's little world, fighting was for losers, or for the senshi and the enemy. It was never to be between civilians. "I think that little fuck-head has a little lesson to learn..." Cracking his knuckles, Blake followed the little upstart.

Nephrite turned and faced Jeremy. "Twisting my words again?" he asked with a snicker. "Very well, Mestro, report to the Dean's office, fighting in school is intolerable. There..happy? Now why don't you go get the wood from shop so we can build this set?" he suggested and turned to bark orders at the other students.

Mestro turned and walked out. "I'll be helping with the direction of the play...so you better get it right." he said to the cast and left.

Jarukin clinched her fists. "Guys like that really want to make me just drop out of this stupid play." she said.

Michiru nodded hearing her words. "same here, but something...unknown is drawing me to the story line." she said softly.

Jeremy turned and merely headed towards his destination, but not before reaching out towards Blake and setting his hand on the boy's shoulder and speaking as he always did, "You're new here so I'll give you this warning once, you follow him and start trouble you'll deal with me." With that he headed down the hall towards the shop to gather the wood, *I'm not sure about some of these kids anymore, it's starting to appear as if unreliables are popping up all over.

Sandra watched the entire display with a smile, *Interesting. The scarred one has a vast amount of determination, he stands up to teachers in his own unique, subtle way with no fear. And the one that wants to go after the director, so full of fire and fight. This is all quite a perplexing cast, I wonder if the Generals' plan will fail due to the students bickering.* Her smile widened, *Although if I arrange my own little plan I could collect the energy from all of these students at once, and they all seem to be full of it.*

Blake didn't even flinch at what Jeremy had to say. Hell, he didn't even hear him. It was almost as if he was being drawn to this kid.. in all the wrong ways.

Michiru turned back to Darien with a sigh. "What are we going to do? I really don't like this at all. Mestro is acting wierd, Jeremy is ready to kill the Coach, though i can't blame him. It just smells of trouble." she whispered.

Mestro stopped half way down the hall and looked at a group of students. They were just standing there talking. In his heart anger burned bright and he leeched out at them, screaming. His hands clasped around their necks. "QUIET! A master mind like me needs quiet." He shouted. As he tightened his hands, energy from the students entered his body. He began to laugh like a manic.

Nephrite's head jerked up. *Oh boy.* he thought as he felt the surgeof energy.

"Wh-what the--?!" Jakurin exclaimed as the students suddenly hit the floor. "That's not in the script!" "J-Jakurin," stammered Blake, both pissed and nervous, "we gotta leave this joint." "I agree!" said Jakurin, already backing up a few paces, then whirling as she hit the costume racks. "Hey, wait," said Blake, as the pandemonium behind them increased. He glanced at the sequins and fabric, then a crazy grin crossed his face as he whispered in her ear. Her face went from a puzzled smile to a look of almost utter insanity. Making sure they wouldn't be missed, they tore into the clothes piles, and were soon buried underneath.

"I'm not sure," Darien replied, frowning at the crazy writer. "But I ain't going to stand here and take any more of his crap. Let's go get some fresh air or something."

In front of the would-be script writer, a sudden blur of green and yellow grabbed him by the shoulders. Suspended by three wires, Jakurin saluted Maestro. "Okay, buddy, let's fly to Never-Never Land," she cracked, her Peter Pan outfit giving her the look of a taunt gymnist. The boy was shocked as Jakurin grabbed him in a waist "choke-hold" (she's upside-down, what can I say). "Arrrrrr! Looks like I got me a treasure trove, said 'Captain Hook', who began pulling the two up with another student towards the stage balcony. As the two rose upwards, Jakurin's smile dropped. "What's wrong with you? Didn't get enough energy with your breakfast?" she whispered snidely. "I know I haven't been in school all that long but I thought the rules were to beaten up or to do the beating, not making students faint at the drop of a---!!!" It was then that Jakurin realized that she could be holding onto a youma, posing as a classmate. "Oooooooo, shoot...."

Michiru took Darien's hand. "What is going on. I didn't know Peter Pan grabbed people when he flew..isn't that..uumm...dangerous?" she asked.

Nephrite let his head fall into his hands. "This is just wonderful." he said softly. "Jarukin, get down from up there...and Don't drop that student. We don't need a law suit over a silly stunt." he shouted.

Mestro grabbed onto Jarukin and smiled devillishly. "That's right, little girl....don't let go." he said and started laughing again as he started the energy transfer once again.

Jakurin let out a short scream before she was hanging lifelessly. She was only a few feet above the stage as her hands left Maestro's body, causing it to plunge unto the stage. Her pale skin was a contrast to the brilliant yellow and green, and her hands hung stiff over her head (she's upside down, 'member? ^^). Jakurin was a limp rag doll, a puppet on a string. ~I should...have known....the first time....~

"JAKURIN!!!" shouted Blake, ripping off his eye-patch and shoving the other student aside. Adrenline rushing, he quickly pulled both ropes, bringing Jakurin to the balcony. When he could reach her, he dragged her over the side and laid her down on the wire mesh catwalk. "Jakurin?...Jaku-chan?" he cried, snapping his fingers and shaking her shoulders. Jakurin gave no reply. "Dammit!" growled Blake. "Watch her!" he ordered the other student as he rushed off the catwalk and into the wing, then left the auditorium altogether. ~Seems someone needs an illusional kick in the ass!~ thought Blake as he made for the men's room.

Jeremy sighed inwardly as he set the wood down, having caught the tail end of the entire scene, *These Senshi need to learn to wait, bide their time. They lack direction, they lack focus, they lack training.*

As the girl fell, Zoisite clung to Kunzite's side, staring upwards as he whispered, "This is getting out of hand. Something needs to be done before the senshi get interested, Kunzite-sama..."

Michiru stopped. "Oh hell she's hurt." she muttered. "Darien, come on we've got to get her down from the catwalk." she yelled. *Why do all the attacks happen at this school. Are we the center for freaks r us or something.* she thought as she high tailed it up to the cat walk.

Mestro plumted down the the stage and landed with cat like ease. He stood slowly and started laughing like a maniac. Power was building in his hands. The power and energy he just stole from Jakruin. "With these hands...with these hand I create plays that put Shakespear to shame. With these hands I will dominate the entire theatical world and everyone will love me." he announced. A few students started whispering behind Mestor. The words "Crazy, and over stressed." rang out the most.

Nephrite jumped onto the stage and rushed Mestro, tackling him to the ground. "You need to lay off the caffinee." he said and took the energy from the student. "That should calm you down for a while..I hope." he said as he got up, leaving a limp student on the ground. "I believe I hit him a bit too hard." he said shaking his head and sitting on the stage. "How am I going to explain this one? My student got possessed? No that won't work. This place is a nut farm." he was muttering to himself, acting like most teachers would in his position. ~Get him out of here...please. Or think of a really good excuse why I had two students flying from the raptors and now both are unconious from exushtion.~ he sent to Zoisite and Kunzite.

Zoisite scowled. If it was one thing he hated, it was cleaning up Nephrite's messes, especially when he told the star king that this was a really bad idea. If it hadn't been for that collar right about now, he would have lashed back at the baka for this all. However, the collar was locked about his throat and even thinking about torturing Nephrite hurt enough. Sliding an arm about Mestro, he gently pulled the still mumbling idiot to his feet. With one last glare shot up at Nephrite, he turned to pull the boy to the infirmary, murmuring something about nerves and exhaustion.

~You are really going to give the game away, Nephrite,~ Kunzite growled as Zoisite took the one student away. He walked over to Nephrite and patted him on the back, muttering soothing words like a fellow teacher trying to calm down an upset college. Each pat was barely held in check, something that the star king would noticed, having been on the receiving end of Kunzite "love-taps" in practice before. ~This was too close for my liking. What if there were senshi in the crowd?~

Following behind her, Darien looked down at the teacher that tackled the one student and shook his head. "Looks like they took the one guy away," he said as the reached Jakurin.

Jakurin was falling, falling, falling. Yet she weighed nothing. Falling through mists, she heard a voice that was old, yet familiar... ~Lady Gaia?~ No, it sounded far away... ~Another sailor? Where am I?~ She opened her eyes to face a mirror, realizing that all her clothes had been shredded, somehow. Inside the reflection was her alter-ego, who looked rather intense, in pain. ~What's wrong with me?~ she asked silently. Jurei-Jurei seemed to respond postively as the sign on her forehead glowed. The white comet looked to be giving a boost. Jurei-Jurei had her hands raised upwards to accept it. When, all of a sudden, a cold energy blew past Jakurin, causing her to shiver. The black mist swirled around the mirror, then entered it as Jurei-Jurei's smile turned to horror. She back up a step as it trapped her arms, legs, and began to choke her. Jakurin gasped, and sent herself forward, beating upon the mirror. In her mind, she was screaming for help, for the black mist to stop, but her mouth moved with no sound. Jurei-Jurei suddenly went limp, as she thrown into a box the mist had made for her, as Jakurin watched helplessly. A great shaking occurred, as the mirror cracked. Jakurin heard her first sound, hideous female laughter, as she backed up from the mirror. It suddenly exploded, sending shrapnel all across Jakurin's unprotected body. She screamed, as a mask grinned in her face. ...and bolting upright, she screamed again, clinging onto Michiru's and Darien's arms, on the catwalk of Juuban.

The Benefactor watched through his mirror. His right hand was held onto a sword like a cane. The metal of the sword glimmed in the little light that shined into the room. "It is time to tell them," he said and closed his eyes, raising his left hand into the air.

In the theater a sudden fog appeared, covering the area. All the Senshi and Knights disappeared and all reappeared in the chambers of the Benefactor. All dressed in the attire as Sailor Senshi and Protection Knights. "Welcome back," he said to them.

Venus Knight looked around the room. "The Benefactor?" he said as he noticed everyone else was here. "What do you want?"

Jurei-Jurei blinked and let out a whoosh of air. "Well, if that trip don't beat all..." she said slowly, glancing around. There were senshi!! And knights! Jurei-Jurei beamed with pride, then blinked. Who was the man in front of her? And who was everyone else? And why the freakin' hooajoo couldn't someone let her go back and get her camera?!

Illusional Knight had already transformed and was heading back to create hell on that Maestro jackass when he was suddenly surrounded by fog, and then standing stiff as a board next to- "J-jester?" he stuttered, glancing her up and down. ~Whoa, 'Benny kinda reaching for the stars...~ Jurei-Jurei turned to face him. "My name is Jurei-Jurei. I'm not a senshi, though..." she said. "I'm kind of a distraction..." "I'm the Illusional Knight. I basically kick ass whenever I can." Jurei-Jurei grinned. "Nice to meet you."

Sailor PeaceKeeper looked down at her arms, where she was just holding Jarukin and saw nothing. "What..." she whispered. Looking atthe faces of those all around her almost filled her with fear. Fear that they knew something she didn't. "Why are we here?" she asked the Benefactor.

Nephrite watched the fog roll in and roll out. "Kunzite." he whispered and looked around for the students. "That power, a strange power, what was it?" he wondered softly.

Jeremy simply sunk into the shadows of the auditorium, *All of them gone. Michiru's disappearance almost guarantees that whoever's responsible is the Senshi's mysterious Benefactor. Confirms my suspicisions on a couple of them as well.* *The Heartstone's kept me hidden from him as far as I know so far, and hidden from the Senshi. Now the only question is who is this Benefactor and why is he so keen with the Sailor Senshi.* *As long as I remember a Senshi's power came truly from within, never did they need to be granted powers by some being and his/her/whoever's crystals. I've only overheard a few things being said of this Benefactor, nothing more, nothing less. That's truly what worries me of him.*

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