The Renewed Queen
Started By: Beryl 2/11/00
Players: Beryl, Guardian, Zoisite, Knight Nuclear, Kunzite, Nephrite
Sandra Tenson smiled broadly as she stepped out from behind the bleachers and straightened her skirt, pulling the hiked up garment down and covering lace under garments that a second ago had been visible to all. She wiped her chin and exited the gym, leaving the unconscious boy behind her. *These teenagers. So full of energy, energy focused and magnified so much during sex that it is beautiful. I may have to have sex with these boys, but the energy I extract is remarkable, and unlike my Generals, posing as a student gives me more freedom than Kunzite or Nephrite have as students.* She smiled a bit wider, *And they don't even their queen is posing as one of the school's sluts.* Sandra kept the smile plastered on her face as she walked down the hall, anticipating the fun and energy she'd gather with this cover identity.
Jeremy pushed himself up, his hands leaving the ground and clapping before catching his weight and lowering himself back down. Up and clap. Up and clap. He repeated the process until satisfied with the sweat caking his body. He glanced about the other students gathered in the weight room, to them he was some freak who wore a glove going up past his elbow in his tank top and shorts on his left arm. To them he was the kid that had half his face scarred up and was missing one eye. To them he was also the unofficial school enforcer, when bullies or upper class men tried to pick on someone, initiate them, beat them up, or anything along those lines, he never failed to get involved. Many of those same weight lifters had been on the receiving end of Jeremy's abilities once or twice. He was tall, skinny, but solid muscle, and tougher than he looked. He ignored their stares of contempt and moved to the wall, moving into a handstand against and began to lower his head to a mere centimeter above the floor and then extend his arms, working his muscles.
Freak was the right word. That was something that bothered Tashande since he had become one of the senshi. They were all a bunch of freaks. He liked Minako all right; but that messed up guy and the blue-haired chick were definitely weird. He tried not to think about, just kept pumping weights.
Freak was more than an adept description for what Zoisite thought of those that spent all their time concentrating on their muscles. To him, being smarter and faster made all the difference. Then again, the one bully that had tried to break Zoisite in half had somehow mysteriously vanished. Mortals usually didn't fare too well against a Dark Kingdom general. Settling himself on the edge of one of the stone walls that ran about the school's property, he tugged Sun Tzu's "Art of War" out, opening the books lowly. Glancing over the students and teacher still wandering about either going on or coming off of their lunch, he shook his head softly. He hated his isolation in one manner, yet cherished it for the wall of safety it kept between him and others. Flipping a page of his book, he fell into reading.
Riona grumbled. She was getting tired of having just ice cream for lunch. She left the Basin Robins and headed back for school. On one of the walls she saw a man sitting, reading. The wall was very high and she couldn't see any visible way of getting up there. She had to ask. "Excuse me!" She called up, while shielding her eyes from the sun. "How'd you get up there?"
Zoisite blinked his jade eyes down at the female, a puzzled expression on his face. How did he get up there? Jumped as always... Once again, his inexperience showing since mortals rarely leapt as high or with as much agility as he could. Trying to find a good answer, his delicate features took on an almost childlike expression of a small boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar and trying to explain just how it snuck in there all on its own. Nibbling on his lower lip, he offered Riona one of his angelic smiles, "Ummm... I climbed the tree?"
Riona smiled back. "Oh, I thought you were going to say you jumped or something." She looked at the book the guy was reading. "'The art of war'? When did that become an art?" Riona asked frowning.
Blinking at the girl he was once again astounded by the idiocy of mortals. Sun Tzu's book had been written back in the days of feudal Japan and his theories and thoughts still applied to the world today. Shifting his form so that he lounged catlike across the slender top of the wall, a faint smirk crossed his face, "Everything in itself is art. There's an art to peace and an art to war. It all moves in a circle and it all depends on who plans better than the other does. Sun Tzu's best theory, as far as I can see, was to have the emperor's concubines trained as warriors in case something or someone tried to attack the ruler during... intimate relations. They were to be capable of defending him as well as being more than just a pretty face and body. War... or conflict in general... is never just a mass of chaotic happenings. Some say that all the wars are planned anyway by a group of international bankers. Wars are profitable. Someone makes money off of everything to fight it, and those that win plunder everything from the loser... weapons, artifacts, knowledge..." Lifting his thin shoulders in a shrug, Zoisite closed his book, the black cover so dark against the yellow gold image of the rising sun emblazoned across it. A faint blush tinged his cheeks as his words dried up, that being more than he had spoken to nearly everyone since he'd arrived in the Earth Realm. "It all depends on how one views it, I suppose."
Michiru walked into the gym. "Oh my my." she said watching Sandra walk away. "Been busy again I presume. I've heard about you. The new transfer student that's been selling her body to any devil who can pay. Better be careful dearie, one other girl tried that and got caught, then expelled."
Sandra smirked at Michiru, "At least I make money instead of just spreading my legs for every Tom, Dick, and Harry in the school."
Riona's face turned thoughtful as she thought about what Zoisite had said. "Hmm..." Her brows came together in thought as she tried to get around the idea that war was good. "I guess you're right. I never really thought about it before, just went by what everyone said." She smiled, clearly over the thought of wars being anything else than hurtful. "Sort of a necessary evil then huh?"
Zoisite smirked faintly, folding his hands across the cover of his book, crystalline nails gently tapping against it in some long forgotten tune. "Here's another view to think on. Take the Senshi... you know, those superhero types that are either real or an urban legend? Let's just say for the sake of argument that they are real. Now they run about doing what is right, ne? Who are they to say what is right? What if the other side had a reason for what they do as well, consider themselves right, and look at the Senshi as the villains? It's all a matter of perspective in one way. If the Senshi were real... what makes them better than your ordinary, average murderer? Because they have a cause they believe in? When a terrorist blows up a building or something for religious purposes or the IRA for their cause, we call them insane psychotics. What makes the Senshi any better? Don't those that the Senshi destroy have family, lovers, or those that care about them? Did the Senshi ever weep for those that they kill in the name of love and justice, or are they just zealots by this point, convinced that their power makes all they thinks, say, or do right?"
Riona arched an eyebrow. "Ya, but the senshi, real or not, only hurt the ones they attack, where as the Dark Kingdom hurts the senshi, and the inhabitants of earth. Now weather what they think is right or not, it doesn't matter. The needs of the many out way the needs of the few. Now unless I've miss counted, there's like 32 billion people on earth, that's 32 billion that will be hurt if the Dark Kingdom achieves what it's going out to do. The senshi don't fight for what they think is right, they fight for those they love, and to protect those who can't protect themselves." She took a breath and heard the bell ring. *Good thing I have a spare... This is interesting.*
"You know why the Senshi fight or why they tell you they fight... perhaps you should know the other side of the argument before you condemn them out of hand. One thing that Sun Tzu talks about is knowing your enemy... and finding out if they really are the ones in the wrong before applying the labels of good or evil. It's easy to call something you don't understand or different 'evil'. It makes it easier to callously kill or destroy it... at least as far as one's conscious goes. The Inquisition is a perfect example of that. Learn the motivation before you condemn the action. Nothing happens without a reason... and don't believe all the propaganda that's thrown at you. That's just brainwashing on another level."
Leaping down from his perch with catlike grace, Zoisite landed about a foot or two from her. His 5'3 height was over towered by her easily, his cupid doll like features far from being intimidating, "Think for yourself for once... and I do find it funny that you would know of the Dark Kingdom when I've never heard the name on the news reports." Tucking the book back into his backpack, Zoisite easily vanished into the crush of students winding their way back into the school, heading for Kitsune's class. At least his day had one highlight.
Kitsune was spending the much needed break in planning. Not planning another torturous lesson, as some students think, but planning out his moves in a far more dangerous environment. He had given up the idea that his pretending to be human was any form of escape, Beryl-hime had all but admit that she knew that he was spending time on earth instead of training green youma. Of course, he wasn't surprised that she knew... Somehow she seemed to be able to know everything that went on, to a certain extent. But despite his lack of energy gathering, she seemed smug about something, as if she knew that he wasn't going to put much effort into it and she wasn't worried in any case. Why was that? He puzzled it out, doodling on a piece of paper while chewing on a nail, his small portable boombox pounding out a harsh song about some dark land, fitting enough considering who was listening to it.
Lingering in the doorway of the classroom like a ghost of a forgotten memory, Zoisite's jaden gaze traveled over Kitsune's form, admiring the outline of the man beneath the cloth. Ignoring the music that poured from the contraption beside the teacher, Zoisite's head tilted curiously, one delicately sculptured hand lifting to brush an errant strand of hair back behind one ear. Had he known the ice king's thoughts, he would have been alarmed. Beryl-hime rarely had time for the youngest and comparably weakest of her kings, preferring to have him mentored under Nephrite since he seemed the least busy. Lost in his own thoughts and daydreams, he continued to simply stare at the other man with his intense gaze.
Kitsune was jerked out of his thoughts by the unpleasant feeling of being watched. Almost without thinking, he gathered energy to blast the fool, but then he remembered where he was and aborted the power before he did something really stupid. The pen that he was doodling with was melted from the energy surge, and with a muttered curse, he tossed it into the trash. Showing none of his emotions, he said, "Come out of hiding. I know that you're there."
Michiru smirked at that comment. "But at least I can say yes or no, and I can force my play toys to wear a certain form of protection. You have no say in any matter. You're just a slut who sells herself because she can't make it with a real job. I beat you don't even know what real pleasure is." she hissed.
Sandra smiled and walked by, "I assure you that it is much more pleasurable without the plastic on. As for your habits with other women, that is by far more pleasurable if five or six are involved." To accentuate her comment she smacked Michiru's butt and walked on, keeping an eye on her back.
Riona watched Zoisite disappear into the crowds. *Stupid!* Riona cursed to herself and headed back towards the school. She entered the library and put her head phones in her ears. She opened her book, but didn't pay attention to the words on the page. *Who's really right...?* The beat of the music turned into one of her favorite songs. "The Devil You Know" By Face to Face. The words actually seemed to mean something this time. One line in particular stuck out in her mind. "The devil you don't know is still outside..." She started to think hard. *Why do they fight...?* She frowned in thought.
Remaining as still as a statue, Zoisite continued to stare at the other man. Had he been seen, Kitsune would have called him by name. A flick of his eyes behind him told him that there was no one about to enter the classroom. Opting to avoid being seen by attempting to dart back out of the room, a whirlwind of sakura blossoms encased his slender form, erasing his features behind the curtain before it dropped into nothing more than a few pinkish white petals on the floor and the faintest scent of cherries still on the air. Reappearing a block from the school in one of his favorite reentry points given the desolation of the area, Zoisite started running for the school. If he was going to keep his record of not being late for a class, it was going to be close.
After a few moments of waiting for a reply, Kitsune got up from his desk and walked around the room carefully. Finding the cherry petals, he nudged them with a toe and frowned.
Michiru narrowed her eyes on the retreating form. *Something about her I don't like at all..not at all.* she thought and walked on to her next class.
Shaking his head slightly, a smile slowly spreading across his face, Kitsune scooped the flower petals up and returned to his desk. He put the petals into a drawer and tidied things up for his next class.
Zoisite glanced down at his watch as he raced for the school. The seconds were ticking by entirely too quickly. Right now, he found himself desperately wishing that he had teleported somewhere closer to the school. Damn Nephrite and his restrictions on how near the school he could use his abilities. Nearly losing his footing as he slid around the corner of one of the freshly waxed corridors, he snarled to himself as the bell rang.
Michiru watched as a blonde student slide by her. She blushed at his appearance. *Oh its that shy new guy.* she thought excitedly. "You alright?" she asked with a smile.
Zoisite winced as he finally stopped his wild slide against a set of lockers. Couldn't anyone make these things softer for landings? The tardy bell shrieking out overhead did little to nothing to make him feel any better about the entire situation. That wild teleport out had made him late, now... there was that female again. Didn't she have some dark haired male to hang all over. Rising back to his feet with his usual catlike grace that he didn't bother to disguise, one lithe hand dusted his clothing off... just a casual seeming silk shirt and blue jeans today, his other arms scooped up his scattered books. "I'm fine, just late as usual. If Kitsune doesn't skin me alive than my brother will..." He could see it already, and with things failing left and right, Nephrite was getting inventive with his punishments. Offering the girl a faint angelic smile, he turned his gaze and footsteps towards Kitsune's closed classroom door, trying to sneak in without being detected by the teacher.
Kitsune looked up from his book as Zachary tried sneaking through the door, and said in slightly bored voice, "Three minutes late. Congratulations, you get the door prize. While everyone else has a simple pop quiz to work on, you get to write five page book report on the war of 1603 and hand it in by the end of school tomorrow."
Zoisite groaned as he slunk shamefacedly into his seat. Five pages? Five Pages?! How in the name of the Gods of Darkness was he going to type up five pages of information about a war that happened while he was sleeping? He'd always bitterly resented the fact that while the other kings may or may not have been up and active during the thousand years between Serenity's banishment of them at the end of the Silver Millennium and his reawakening. He had merely slept in those thousand years, at times, vaguely aware of other standing over him or speaking to him, touching his hair or face. He's heard stories that in those years all three of the others had walked the Earth, but they could have been just that... stories. Slumping dejectedly in his chair, he idly picked one of the pinkish white cherry blossoms off of his shoulder and wound it through his fingers.
Michiru watched the guy walk off. *What a beautiful smile..remins me a bit of Darien." she thought as she causally walked to class. "I'm already late, why bother running and get all sweaty." she muttered.
Sandra leaned back in her chair and glanced at the late student, *Young Zoisite. Impressive...two generals in the same room and none of them have a clue that their Queen is right here.* "If you are done with your test, Sandra, turn it in and start work on your homework. Just because the others haven't caught up doesn't mean you get to loaf around," Kitsune said, glancing up at her. "Hello, Michiru, since you're just as late as Zachery, the two of you can work together on the report to make up for your test."
Michiru smiled at the teacher. "Late? Oh no, my watch battery must be broken. My watch says I'm five minutes early. Please, I'll stay after class to make up the test, just not a report." she pleaded. *with an incredibly handsome guy..oh I'm so lucky..maybe he'll double my work!* she thought.
Sandra glanced up at Kitsune, *Oh if only you knew.* Instead she simply turned to her homework, knowing that it wouldn't take long, and that if she choose she could just find the answers by getting some geek to do it for her in exchange for a quick screw. Her eyes rested on the young scarred man, he had managed to maintain an A average in the class and already both his test and homework was done, but from what she heard, she dare not ask him to do her work for her. He was renown as a fighter and one who respected rules.
Arching a brow at the star eyed expression on Michiru's face, Zoisite growled to himself. Lowering his head back to his work, even he had to marvel at the dark anger that was seeping into his system at the girl. Wasn't it enough that she had every other male in the school? Did she *have* to go after the one that he wanted... even if it was only in fantasies at present. Trying to control his temper, he batted irritably at the edge of his text book as a flame flickered there briefly. Still trying to control his abilities wasn't the easiest thing he'd ever done, especially when his infamous temper took over. Calming himself quickly as Nephrite's thirty or so lectures had told him, he returned to scribbling, trying to make his atrocious writing legible.
"Really?" Kitsune looked up from his book (War of the Worlds, one of his favorites). "That's the first time I've heard a student requesting detention instead of extra homework. It's up to you, of course, it's just that most students rather have an assignment than get stuck in a school room all afternoon." He turned to look at Zachery. "Would you rather have detention too or the assignment?"
Zoisite nibbled his lower lip thoughtfully. He might only have Kitsune in his fantasies, but damn it all, they were his fantasies, and the school slut was not going to ruin them. Nothing like spoiling a whole scheme by a female, and who would notice a few more sleeping students in detention when he collected up energy anyways? A faint smirk/smile on his rosebud lips, Zoisite replied in his usual dulcet tones, "I think I would rather stay for the detention if you don't mind explaining to my brother why I'm late. I've got... work to do tonight." *Like doing the usual rounds of checking Beryl-hime's youma forces.* he mentally tacked on.
Kitsune shrugged and penned a quick note on a piece of paper. "If you insist. It's no skin off my nose if you stay or not."
Mentally grumbling to himself over his teacher's casual dismissal of the entire situation, a sigh worked its way out of Zoisite. Now he just had to explain this to Nephrite.
Michiru smiled triumphantly behind her text book. *Alone with the mysterious and handsome new student. Oh I can't wait.* she thought as she set to work.
As the bell finally rang, Zoisite remained in his seat, hoping against hope that the cheerleaders or some worthless team would keep Nephrite busy until he got out of detention. He had to admire and respect the star king in his own right... no one could be that good looking and completely worthless. Propping his chin up on one hand, Zoisite's thoughts shifted more towards Kitsune, falling into his favorite daydream. Twirling his pencil idly through his slender fingertips, a brief dreaming smile curved his rosebud lips... the aspect of an angel given to one of the cruelest devils in existence.
Kitsune dropped off the note explaining Zachery's absence in the coach's message box when classes were over. He went back to his class room, pulling off both jacket and shirt, then rummaged around in his book bag for his t-shirt. He pulled it on and dropped into a seat to wait for the two students to arrive, wondering all the while why they would rather take the detention.
Still sitting in his seat in the classroom, the sakura glanced up from his book and daydream as the teacher walked back in. The breath caught in Zoisite's throat as Kitsune just started casually stripping off his shirt. Uttering a strangled gasp that sounded much like a drowning man going down for the third time, all Zoisite could do was stare blankly. Blinking a few times to assure himself that he wasn't dreaming this, shades of pink and red of a blush suffused his normally pale features. Yep... this was it... he was in love.
In the middle of pulling his t-shirt over his head, Kitsune heard the gasp. He looked over and met Zachery's dumb-struck gaze, winked and continued ever so slowly, letting him get as good a view as possible. Fully clothed, he dropped into his seat and repressed a smile at his teasing. *How interesting... and how lovely. Let's see how this develops.*
The already consuming shades of red flowing over Zoisite's face turned an even darker shade, making him look almost human for once. Unable to pull his gaze away, he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, seeking to rearrange himself to hide his excitement. Finally able to drop his eyes back to his open book as Kistune replaced his shirt, Zoisite's entire form felt as if he had molten lava flowing through his veins instead of blood. Keeping his head down, Zoisite took a weak breath, trying to calm himself. *Gods of Darkness... thank you for making men like that* One might guess that he was also thankful for some new footage for the erotic film that ran in his mind constantly.
Michiru stopped what she was doing when she heard Zachery gasp. "Oh my my." she whispered with a devillish smile. *Who would have thought that the professor was so built!* she thought. She put her pencil down and watched the professor with cat like eyes. *This could get even better!*
Sandra narrowed her eyes through the window, it was disgusting to see one of her Generals sitting in detention, a detention enforced by another of her mighty warriors. They had yet to learn she had come to Earth, the way she planned to keep it. She smiled slightly and glanced about, spying a lone butterfly, and unleashing her energies, evolving it into a humanoid youma. She smiled, and gestured at the window, "Take care of the fools within." With that she teleported herself away, to her sanctuary as the butterfly-winged monster crashed into Kitsune's classroom.
Zoisite yelped as he was showered with glass, he and his desk going spinning across the floor. Having been lost in his daydream of Kitsune and himself in other activities, he never saw the attack coming. Impacting with the other wall, his eyes opened to slits. With the mortal girl here, he couldn't launch a counterattack without revealing himself. Rising shakily to his feet... one had to keep up mortal appearance... he ignored the pain radiating across his arm and side from the fall. Keeping his hand down and low to his side, an razor edged ice crystal spun itself out of thin air into his palm. Keeping his body between it and Michiru's sight, his other hand lifted, fingertips waving in the classic 'come on' gesture to the youma. It wouldn't be the first he'd slaughter for having the stupidity to attack him, and he had to protect Kitsune.
Michiru screamed as glass cut her arm. "What the.." she started to say and looked up at the youma. "A monster." she whispered. She looked at Zachary trying to play hero and shook her head. "Hey pretty boy, stop trying to be heroic and get out of here." she said making her way towards the door. *And me without the chance to transform and kick this things ass! And the unfortunate situation of being unable to call for help. What a day.* she thought.
Kitune was shocked out of his daze by the sound of glass and the sudden sight of a youma charging straight into the room. Rolling up and over the chair, he landed in a crouch behind it, all his senses stretched to find any other little surprises. Sensing none, he grabbed the chair and flung it at the youma before pulling out a wicked edged butterfly knife. In human disguise or no, he wasn't about to let a youma best him yet.
As Kitsune threw the chair, Zoisite crouched to the ground. A flickering of color streaked behind that chair, hopefully mistaken as flying glass by the mortal. His ice shard always had been one of his best and most efficient weapons. Being his size, there was no way in this world or the next that he was getting within grabbing range of that loathsome thing. ~Nephrite... we have problems... and if you sent this youma for me, expect a rattlesnake in your bed or car this evening...~ he telepathically sent to the star king. Shoving one of the desks towards the creature's legs, Michiru was going unnoticed for the moment.
A distraction was all Kitsune needed. While the youma howled in pain from the ice shard and tried to regain its feet, he ran close and shoved his knife into the back of its neck. A surge of energy accompanied the knife, turning brain matter to mush even as it backslapped him off. Bruised slightly by hitting the wall, Kitsune rolled to his feet, his knife stained by black icor, and a thin trail of blood tracing down his chin from a bit lip. He wiped it away quickly before anyone could notice its icy color and switched knife hands. "Come on, man!" Kitsune snarled, playing street-tough. "That was a baby's slap! If you plan to play with the boys, start hitting like one!"
Nephrite swerved in the middle of the road at the message. ~Zoi-neko, you better start explaining yourself better! What do you mean if I sent a youma after you, why would I do that?~ he asked.
Michiru stayed under the desk. *Better let these guys handle it. Oh...I finally get to play the damsel is distress...that's a change* she thought with a smile.
The youma howled in pain as it fell to the floor, its brain nothing more than a mush. It lay motionless as it faded to dust.
In her throne room Beryl laughed. Silently she reached out touching each of her General's minds, ~Report back to the Dark Kingdom ASAP, WITH OUT blowing your covers.~