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19/6/1993

Solve one problem just to find another. I finally got the expanded greenhouse figured out-

Yay!

-but there's an issue with, well, a number of things. Specifically in how it interacts with the rest of the world. The internal dimensions are significantly larger than its external dimensions and this reality at least gives lip service to the notion of the conservation of mass and energy. The way these facts meet means that forces acting on the outside of the greenhouse are diluted across the internal dimensions.

So, sunlight is significantly weaker inside. It also means that the greenhouse itself acts like a sort of thermal battery. It took a lot of time for it to heat up with the door closed throughout the day and, at the same time, it's taking a long time for it to lose heat during the night.

Which is honestly fascinating but its an entire direction of pros and cons I hadn't even considered possible.

The temperature is an easy enough thing for me to handle. One of the most basic spells I know allows for the manipulation of temperatures and a bit of work allows for fine control. I've got the floor in my other greenhouses treated with that spell and there's this trick where you kind of twist it and warp it and it can be made permanent but you really need to be familiar with the spell to do that. So, the temperature in all of my greenhouses has a bottom range of eighteen point three degrees Celsius.

It's a little cooler than some plants like but most are comfortable there and it's right in the range for the optimal night time 'resting' temperature.

With that part taken care of, I need to figure out the light situation. Magical lights would be the most obvious solution but the problem there is that most magical lights are either illusions, which won't work, or the ones that I actually know are attack spells.

Which definitely won't work.

I use incandescent over in the normal greenhouses but those are good as supplements, not core resources. They let me extend the daytime hours during winter and actually produce a lot of heat, bringing the temperature up to the twenty, twenty-two range.

With the size of the new greenhouse interior, I'd need a lot of lights to achieve a good 'daytime' brightness but remember the part where I said they were good supplements and not replacements? That's got to do with light wavelength. Incandescent are really strong in red light but weak in the blue range and that imbalance can really stress the plants out. They'll grow long and thin to the point they sort of collapse under their own weight.

Blue light causes the opposite problem. And at high enough intensities it gives me headaches. Plants grown under lights that have a heavy mix of blue in them tend to be smaller and denser, which is its own mix of problems.

Now, there are some expensive options I could pick up for home growers. I saw a specialty store for that over near Furinkan while I was digging around for magical trash. But that's expensive and you would not believe how much money I had to spend on materials to get the space expansion enchantment figured out.

Wizardry. Nobody ever talks about how expensive magical research is.

I think I'm going to have to use a mix of incandescent and fluorescent for now since LEDs can't be manufactured in white yet. That's a simple enough solution, honestly, and the fixtures I'll need to pick up aren't that expensive.

The issue after that is going to be electricity.

I've got options for that, though. I can just manually charge a battery bank with a weak electricity attack spell. That's a simple and direct one. Alternatively, I can figure up some kind of generator.

Hur dur, turn da crank.

I've made something like that before, actually. In my last life. But I don't have access to my workshop at the moment and there were a lot of parts to it that had to be made with some very exacting specifications.

But Fabricate!

Look. That spell is incredibly broken. It is. But it quickly runs into issues when it comes to taking the place of an entire factory or workshop of specialized tools.

Use it to bake a cake? Sure, fine.

Swords? Knives? Armor? Also fine. Those are all things that can be manufactured from raw materials by a single person. They take specialized training, and I learned a lot by failing, struggling and then spending an afternoon with a forge-god.

Cool guy. Hope he's doing alright.

But if I don't know how to do something with the materials I've got, if there's some step where I'm just not educated in how to make something, Fabricate fails. And in the modern world, that's actually covering a pretty significant list of things people would want to make. Like semi-conductors? I don't know how to make semi-conductors.

And if there's some part where I know I'll need to personally examine every single piece for deformations or warps that could cause the whole unit to self-destruct? I won't be using Fabricate.

So no Fabricate for Tesla Turbines for me.

Honestly, it's a bit much considering I'm just looking at running, like, two-dozen rows of lights and a few water pumps. I can just use the same basic premise, an everfull flask of water on top of a platform running a water wheel with gravity, out of... an everfull flask of water and the electric motor salvaged from a washing machine.

I can find one of those pretty easily. And there are a lot of old, broken car batteries sitting in abandoned vehicles from the last world war. Not as good as modern batteries but, really, they don't need to be.

There we go. I'll just keep an eye out for an old washing machine and see about salvaging some of the scrap that I've seen buried in some of the abandoned parts of Japan. It'll probably take me a few weeks but it's not like I need to get everything done -tomorrow-.

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Areru put his pen down and stretched as, elsewhere, his other half handled a rather curious order.

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"You know this isn't going to work," Areru said as he stepped into the Nekohanten, bags in his hands, directly into a circle made of salt.

"Feh!" the tiny woman said from her perch on the counter. She reached into the sleeve of her robe and tossed something at the teen.

Tiny white grains sparkled in the fading light of dusk as the salt she'd thrown at him did... nothing.

"Well..." Elder Ke Lun said with a small shrug. "I tried."

"Can I ask what brought this on?" Areru, well, asked as he stepped out of the circle and began to place the bags he'd brought on the counter.

"Oh, the Tendos are throwing a bit of a fit," the old woman explained as she rummaged through the bags to check her order. "The middle child bribed old Happosai and the fool went around stealing those advertisements you were handing out a while back. She was quite upset to see even more of those."

Which explained a little... and didn't explain a lot.

Areru had no idea who 'Old Happosai' was.

"And then someone gave the Saotome elder quite the beating," the elder continued with a quiet, wheezing cackle. "It's even worse than the Ultimate Weakness Moxibustion. Years of training, conditioning and knowledge all... broken. It's like no technique I've ever seen."

Areru waited quietly, humming agreeably as the woman talked.

Was he supposed to be bragging?

"Not many in this part of Japan that practice magic," the woman said, her bulbous eyes rolling to stare into Areru's. "No 'Delivery Ghost' today?"

"She found out that one of her soaps is running reruns on a different channel," Areru explained. "So it's just me for today."

"...Sono toki Hātowa nusumareta?" Ke Lun asked, her lips spreading in a toothless grin.

"Tokyo Love Story, actually," Areru admitted with an amused shake of his head.

"Xian Pu loves that one," Ke Lun told him as she finished checking her order with a satisfied nod. The old woman shuffled over to the till and opened it, swiftly counting out the total owed in small bills. Areru accepted the money with a quiet thank-you but the old woman held onto Areru's hand. She looked up, her beady gaze locked with his own. When she spoke, her voice was quiet and serious. "What was done to the old panda... can it be undone?"

It took a brief moment for Areru to understand that she was talking about the elder Saotome but the man had carried a curse upon him. One that the dragon had been too busy to examine when they'd met.

"...No," Areru said, finality in his tone. "It cannot."

With a deep sigh, Ke Lun released her grip and allowed him to leave. He didn't turn around to look at the old woman as he did so but, even as he closed the door and walked away from her teahouse...

He could feel her eyes, watching his back. And he could smell the subtle, sour stench of her fear.
 
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20/6/1993

Video games.

Areru knew about video games. He'd tried sharing them as a hobby, with mixed results, with the people he'd cared for. And he remembered that, well, whatever memories of his first life didn't translate to his second.

The Playstation his first friend in that world liked to play? It hadn't existed, not in that world. There was the Waynestation disc console, and its major competitor the LexBox, but things like the Playstation, the Nintendo Entertainment System or the Super Nintendo didn't exist in those realities.

But they did exist in this one.

Which begged the question; Was this the set of realities that Areru initially came from?

His gut said 'No' but it was surprisingly hard to prove a negative.

The teen, lacking any answers, shelved the line of inquiry. He was in Shibuya, in between deliveries, and looking at options for the game consoles and the various titles offered with them. Unfortunately, the gaping hole where his memories would have been only offered up a scant few impressions.

He remembered trying to introduce a game called Chrono Trigger to a green shapeshifter, once, but the boy had been adamant that he didn't play knock-offs. And he'd literally handed the secret of his former strength over to a bunch of teens and crazy people that wore skintight fetishwear.

But Areru wasn't sure if Ryoko would enjoy a game that seemed so... slow.

On the one hand, the ghost liked her teledramas. On the other hand, she liked referring to violence and often suggested blowing things up. On the third hand...

Areru didn't have a third hand.

Still, it wasn't like most of the games that Areru remembered even existed, really. Or maybe they would, eventually? It wasn't as though he'd memorized any release dates...

Pointing at a few boxes behind some glass cases, Areru began to count out his money as the attendant put his order together.

He hoped Ryoko enjoyed at least one of the three games he picked up. He had a good feeling about Megaman X but he was a lot less certain about Final Fantasy Four or Dragon Quest Five.

Picking up his bags, Areru headed out of the hobby store in the heart of Shibuya and turned down an alley, fading from sight as he Teleported home.

He had bags to drop off, bags to pick up and someone, he didn't know who, had just placed an order to a new address in Nerima.

Today looked to be a pretty good day!

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Bags in hand, Areru felt confused as he approached an empty plot of land in the Furinkan district of the Nerima ward.

He was at the right address, he was sure enough of that. There just wasn't a building attached to the address. Just a fence with a big sign that pronounced 'Coming Soon!'

Unfortunately, unlike the confusion on his origin, Areru soon felt a number of people closing in on him. The teen quietly sighed and pulled the receipt out of his pocket, confirming, again, that he was at the right location.

"You!" someone, a girl, shouted. Turning to the source, Areru saw a short, red-haired girl with a surprisingly large bust pointing at him. "What'd you do to my pops!?"

"...Who?" Areru asked as several more people came out of the woodwork. An older man with a mustache. The hammer girl with the godawful mushroom-shaped haircut. Some other girl with slightly browner hair in a helmet cut. The Chinese cat girl. The honkler. Pig boy...

...Did they seriously put together a posse? Was Areru about to get run out of town? He'd never had that happen, before.

"Don't try and play dumb!" the redhead shouted- right! That was Ranma's other form, wasn't it? This literally marked the third time Areru had seen them and, last time around, Areru was a little more focused on the whole Nekoken thing. "The ol' ghoul told me all about what you did!"

"...Who?" Areru repeated, doing his best owl impression.

He was reasonably sure he hadn't encountered any ghouls. Areru wouldn't have left such an abomination to its unlife, especially not one that could talk.

Those things were obligate sadists to go along with their diet of fresh, human flesh.

"So I'm callin' you out!" Ranma shouted, her finger still aimed directly at Areru's face. "This is an official challenge, from the Saotome School of Anything Goes martial arts! You an' me! An' when I win, you're gonna fix pops!"

"...I'm confused," Areru admitted. He hefted the heavy bag of vegetables in one hand to emphasize it. "Are you the one who placed this order?"

The girl dashed forward. She was quick, to be sure, but not so fast that Areru actually had a hard time tracking her. She lashed out, snatching the bag from his slackening grip before bouncing back to her starting position.

"Hah! Not so good when you ain't sneakin' up on people, are ya?" the girl gloated ungraciously. "I win, you fix my pops. If you win? Then you'll get your money!"

"So..." Areru watched her turn away, one of his eyebrows raised in consideration. "You're just a thief, then."

Which was annoying, to be sure, but hardly anything new.

But his words caused Ranma to freeze before the girl sent a scowl his way.

"...Nobody questions my honor," Ranma hissed with a dark, angry glare.

Areru was swiftly getting tired of this little game of posturing the accursed teen was putting on for their viewers.

"Hello, honorless," Areru said as he put on a wide, fake smile. "I'm nobody."

"...That's it, pal. I was gonna let you decide when you were gonna challenge me. But this?!" Ranma shouted as she dropped the bag of groceries to spread her feet apart. Tucking her elbows in, she took a surprisingly heavy stance. "You're in for it now!"

"One question, alright?" Areru asked as he held up his hands placatingly. "What, exactly, do you consider honorable?"

"It's a martial artist's duty to defend the weak," Ranma declared. Her knees were bending, slightly, and her balance was shifting forward. She was getting ready to lunge.

"I wonder where you learned that?" Areru stated more than asked as he turned and... began to walk away. "After all..."

Ranma's feet hammered against the pavement as she closed in on him. When she was only a few steps away she hopped and twisted, lashing out with a foot towards Areru's face. It struck, with enough force to crack stone-

And Areru didn't so much as flinch.

He reached up and poked Ranma's foot with one finger, pushing it, and her, away from him.

But, so close to him, he could see the scars littering her arms, her hands and her face. Scratches, claw marks, puncture wounds from teeth and so many more. Old, stretched and thoroughly faded, many of them had to have come from Ranma's childhood.

"Nobody protected you."
 
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20/6/1993

Ranma ripped forward, his fists flying as he cycled through style after style, each punch, each chop and each thrust accomplishing more of the same;

Nothing.

And this guy? The guy who crippled his pops? Who took the Art away from the old man?

He was just staring at him. The same cold, impassive gaze. He'd barely twitch or flinch sometimes when Ranma's fists hit a spot that he knew should have hurt but those yellow eyes just kept on staring at him.

Full of pity.

Goken, Mantis Style, Martial Arts Ballet, Martial Arts Figureskating, Martial Arts-

Ranma leapt back and tried to focus, to project his confidence as he lunged forward with one fist and shouted "Mōko Takabisha!"

A sphere of force, the expression of Ranma's ki, the Pride of the Fierce Tiger slammed into the yellow eyed creep and blasted across the still figure-

Who remained unmoved, the blast washing across the guy's still form and all Ranma saw happen was the creep's hair get pushed back.

"...Are you done?" the guy asked as he lifted his left hand up and flipped it over to look down at a wrist watch.

"...Ranma's best attack didn't even phase him," Akane, one of Ranma's fiances, whispered from the sidelines.

"I've never seen such raw defense," Old Man Soun commented back, at a far more regular volume.

Ranma could hear Ryoga snickering and Mousse was chuckling, laughing at Ranma's failure.

"...Who are you?" Ranma asked, his hands balled into trembling fists. "What are you even doing here?!"

"...A bit late for introductions, don't you think?" the guy asked before shrugging. "If it's all the same? You can call me Genji. And you would be Saotome Ranma? If you don't mind my asking-"

"Yeah, 'Genji'!" Ranma interrupted as he pointed one finger right at the guy's face. "I do mind!"

"...If you don't mind my asking," Genji repeated, a touch more force in his tone. "What do you think I'm here to do?"

Ranma's eyes, already narrowed into a glare, thinned into a pair of barely visible slits. What was Genji's game, here?

"Cologne says you're here to steal our martial arts!" Ranma declared as he resumed a ready stance. "That what you did to Pops was just the start!"

"..." Genji failed to enunciate. Ranma watched the guy's jaw work to the left, then the right as his lips twisted into a brief scowl. "...No. If that was my goal? I would -not- need to have handled your father the way I did."

Genji's glare, irritated rather than angry, slid past Ranma to settle on Mousse and Shampoo before he woodenly turned to look directly at Ranma.

"In the northern reach of Iwate, close to the border between it and Aomori, there is a pit," Genji began to explain, slowly. "That your father dug out. And filled with cats. And-"

"What's the Nekoken gotta do with this?" Ranma demanded, tremors running down his spine at the mere mention of the 'C' word.

Genji's head tilted to the side at the interruption and Ranma hated how the edges of the guy's eyes softened back to pity. It was the same way school teachers would look at Ranma when they first met him, when he tried to explain what all he knew to 'em.

"You screamed, didn't you. You begged your father to let you out. And he didn't." Ranma's stance broke and he stepped back, swallowing heavily as Genji spoke. "He kept you down there. In the dark. Where the starving, frenzied animals were clawing and tearing at you until you broke."

"I ain't broke!" Ranma shouted, his voice cracking into a higher pitch. "I'm fine! Men- Men don't break!"

"How many corpses were left in that pit?" Genji asked, ignoring the way Ranma backed away. "How much of you was left in that pit?"

Genji exhaled, softly, and seemed to shrink a bit as he did so. He turned away from Ranma, his jaw working from side to side in clear frustration for a moment before it calmed down.

"Your father created a tortured spirit with that stunt, Ranma. And the local spirits have been hunting after him for years."

"The life of a martial artist is fraught with peril," Tendo Soun cut in, repeating the words that Ranma had heard from Genma time and time again. "Ranma is well aware of-"

"Your koans do not justify the torture of children or small animals, old man," Genji harshly interrupted the distinguished martial artist. "The Saotome patriarch and I had this disagreement. You saw how it went for him."

Genji took one step forward, towards Ranma, and Ranma...

Stepped back. He kept stepping back as Genji slowly walked up-

And leaned down to collect the forgotten bag of vegetables.

"You said that a martial artist is honorable when they defend the weak?" Genji asked, getting a hesitant nod from Ranma in turn. "Your father went out of his way to harm those who were weaker than himself. He has no honor."

"You can't talk about my pops like that..." Ranma blustered.

Or, at least, he tried to. Even he could feel how empty his words were.

"You can't stop me," Genji said as he turned on his heel and began to walk away.

Ranma stared at Genji's back, a coil of something dark twisting in his gut. He wanted to keep arguing. He wanted to keep denying what Genji said.

But...

Ranma knew he wasn't the smartest guy around. But he knew he weren't stupid, neither. Ranma believed what he said, he believed in the idea behind a martial artist's honor. His pops had drilled it into his head since before he could walk.

Except, when Ranma was hurt? When Ranma was facing off against enemies that his pops had gone and made?

Genma turned tail and ran.

Genji... Ranma could tell that Genji said what he meant. He coulda been wrong, Ranma wanted him to be wrong, but being wrong and being a liar weren't the same thing.

Ranma knew a thing or two about liars.

Genma was a big ol' fat one.

Ranma turned away, opposite of Genji and started to walk away.

If a martial artist was s'posed to defend the weak?

What'd that mean about Ranma's old man, a man that Ranma knew took every opportunity he could to lie and steal and fill his belly with someone else's food?
 
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22/6/1993

Gotta say. Nerima?

Getting tired of the place.

Needed a minute to calm down from the other day, get my thoughts in order. Yesterday was good for that. Got an order from a Shinto shrine in Chiba. Three girls that wanted a lot of sweets.

I didn't stick around and wait for a reaction after getting my fee. I'm not that needy for validation, but they were loud enough when they started shouting about how good the strawberry cream cake was that I heard it from halfway down the road.

So. Nerima?

One of my better customers went out of her way to rile up a wild horse (Pun intended) and aimed them at me. Why? I don't know. A deniable asset, I suppose? Or else she wanted me to do to the kid what I did to his parent, and rip away his experiences to leave behind a blank slate.

Don't know. Ke Lun is old and apparently treacherous. Her idea of dealing with people honestly and 'honorably' doesn't seem to extend to 'outsiders' like myself or the kid she sicced on me.

I despise that about this country, you know? Everyone I've ever met that talked about honor? They tend to be the most two-faced, backstabbing bastards around.

I thought Ke Lun was a good apple. Upstanding business woman. Maybe a bit mean-spirited, but you get old, your plumbing don't work so good, I get it. Now I found that apple's got a worm in it.

I think I'm mixing up my metaphors, here.

Point is, she tried to have me attacked. And I don't like any plan that involves me being attacked. They're bad plans.

But haven't I made such plans in the past?

Just because I think of something does not mean it's a good plan.

And whatever goal Ke Lun had, or goals maybe, I hope I short circuited by, y'know, not getting into a random punch-up with her catspaw.

I do feel bad for the guy, though. Or girl. I don't know which form is the original. Tortured by their parent into having some kind of psychotic break slash spiritual episode and now they've got a split personality of a very, very temperamental cat.

Unfortunately, there's nothing I can do for them on that front. I'm a student of the arcane arts and that sounds like some kind of Totem Warrior, maybe? Communing with the inner beast to gain control and balance sounds more like a Nordic art than an Eastern one.

Odin might know something, actually. Problem there would be calling him. The nature spirits here are sensitive about things on a good day and bringing the Dark One to the material plane might be a bit much.

I'd pay to be a fly on the wall of the Kyoto Onmyodo when they detect him, though. I could probably build myself a nice, big house with all the bricks that would be shat.

Going back to Ke Lun, though. I haven't decided how I want to handle that.

Ban her from my services? Oh, that's the easy part. Called the Nekohanten yesterday, got the cook, some guy named Xian Bao. Just left a nice little message that Sunny Greens will no longer be providing services because they decided to endanger one of my delivery personnel.

I debated going there in person. Or, more like, in person, in dragon and with a small army of Wraiths. Not to destroy the place, which would be easy enough on a good day. I kind of thought about going in and 'letting them know' that the dragon form was the 'owner of Sunny Greens' and that they were being banned as customers. I was going to cover the Wraiths in Penumbral Disguise and take all of the seats and do the creepy thing where dozens of shadows are actively and intently watching Ke Lun.

But as satisfying as that might be?

First off, I'm not going to let a Chinese traditionalist know I'm a dragon. Or any Japanese practitioners of any traditional arts.

The blood of a living, physical dragon (As opposed to the various river spirits that are living but not physical) is an incredibly potent and valuable magical reagent. People would start actively hunting me and I'd have to respond.

Which would not go well for them considering I am, in fact, willing and able to just Teleport someone straight up. Not sure what my maximum range is, now, but I was clocking in excess of a full light minute last time I actually checked.

I did debate curses. I've got a solid Curse spell that just halves all of what a person is. Half as strong, half as fast, half as clever...

But Ke Lun is old and decrepit. Halving her vitality would probably just see her dead.

I'm irritated, not wrathful. I'm considering a little bit of elder abuse, not elder murder.

So I'm considering a slightly different angle. On one hand, I want to inconvenience her. On the other, whatever I do needs to be useful outside of just harassing an annoying old woman.

I think I'm going to take some of my free time, now that I'm not working on figuring out the magical expansion charm, and work out the Unseen Servant spell. I remember considering it in my last life before discarding the idea because there wasn't any easy way to access its upgrade, the Spirit Ally.

Unseen Servant was a simple enough spell, only needing a few bare dregs of magic to create a sort of weak, invisible, immaterial force that could accomplish basic tasks. Its duration and ability to linger were based on the strength of the caster clocking in at a total of twenty hours and able to go as far as twenty-five meters away from the caster at full strength.

Spirit Ally was an Unseen Servant that could grow as much as six times stronger, depending on the strength of the caster, and was permanent. But that permanency came at the cost of the ability to upgrade or alter Spirit Ally in any way other than the caster growing stronger.

The unseen force created by the spell may not be particularly strong. And its ability to follow directions is incredibly limited.

I know, it's not impressive. But it doesn't have to be impressive. And it's weak enough that it should slip under the radar of the local mage associations.

It just has to be able to do some simple, basic tasks. Like lacing soy sauce with sugar. Or opening the fridge at the Nekohanten while I'm passing by to buy noodles at the shop across the street.

May as well have called it the Unseen Mischief for what I'll be doing with it.
 
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26/6/1993

"Thank you!" Tsukino Usagi called as, in one hand, she held the box that the scruffy looking delivery boy had just given her whilst the other waved towards his retreating back. The boy raised one hand over his shoulder to wave back at her.

"Come on, meatball head!" Hino Rei, one of the actual residents of the shrine shouted from behind the girl. "Don't just stand there! I want to see it!"

Closing the door, Usagi, flipped around in a huff to look at her two friends. And her cat.

"You don't need to be mean, Rei," a much quieter voice stated. Usagi's narrowed gaze widened immensely as she turned and beamed at her other, much nicer friend, Mizuno Ami. "We all want to see it."

A wide, hungry grin spread across Usagi's mouth as she gently placed the box she'd been given on the table between her two friends. Carefully, between her thumb and pointer finger, she grabbed hold of the string holding the box closed and slowly, slowly tugged on it-

Until the string came loose and the box opened, the sides falling out to reveal a large, luxurious cake. Three layers of light, fluffy sponge with carefully arranged fruit slices between each layer. Strawberry, mango and pear slices all lay within their own beds of rich, fluffy cream frosting. And, topping off the decadence, eight apple slices lay along the edge of the top layer. A rare apple, one that Usagi had never seen before with dark purple, almost black skin that contrasted sharply with the pale, crisp flesh of the fruit.

"...That almost looks like it was worth it," Rei said, her voice barely above a whisper.

It was a sentiment that Usagi fully disagreed with.

That absolutely looked like it was worth it.

The three girls had split the cost, using most of their weekly allowance, to pay for the cake. Between the price and the delivery fee, it was four-thousand, five-hundred yen.

"...If you girls are about ready to focus?" the black cat asked with a voice fit for a mature woman and not some tiny slip of fur. "We do have a very important task ahead of us."

"I'm listening..." Usagi whined as she took a plate and fork from Rei. "I can eat and listen, see?"

No, actually she couldn't.

Plating a slice of cake, Usagi barely heard Luna talk about some kind of suspected Youma at the cinema. Which was just mean. The cinema was a really good spot to go on dates with cute, older boys and hold hands and maybe kiss!

Luna was talking about some odd behavior or something, Usagi got kind of distracted when she slid her fork through the cake with practically no resistance, slicing out a segment of sponge, frosting, strawberry, sponge, frosting, mango, sponge, frosting and pear.

It was big. Too big for her to fit into her mouth-

But Usagi did it anyway!

Shoving the cake into her mouth, her cheeks bulging as the tart fruits, creamy frosting and angelic sponge cake hit her tongue and-

"Mmm!" Usagi moaned, her mouth full and frosting covering her lips. "It'sh sho good!"

"Usagi!" Luna caterwauled. "You need to focus!"

"I'm showwy," Usagi lied, still trapped in the throes of gastronomic bliss.

"Forget it," Rei said as she leaned over the table and took a slice for herself. "You know we're gonna have to figure everything out for ourselves when we're actually at the theater. I don't see why we spend so much time trying to make up strategies when we just end up blasting the Youma anyway."

"That's not the point," Luna growled, her tail whipping back and forth in clear agitation. "When the Dark Kingdom begins fielding their proper agents instead of these scouts? Proper strategy and technique will be vital to our victory!"

"But, Luna?" Ami's quiet voice interrupted the furious feline. "You... haven't actually taught us any strategies. Or techniques."

Usagi chewed on her tasty treat as Luna's growls grew silent and the cat's ears drooped.

"I've... been hoping those memories might come back," the cat admitted. "If we find the Moon Princess, I mean."

Usagi put her fork down on her plate and reached over to rub her furry friend's ears, getting Luna purring in short order.

It wasn't Luna's fault that she didn't remember things. The ancient cat's memories were damaged by the process that saw her safely into the future. She only just remembered her basic mission, to find the reincarnation of the princess of the moon, and the fact that the Sailor Senshi were connected to it.

Luna was doing her best.

And it would be up to Usagi, Ami and Rei to do their best to beat the Youma and find the princess!

It may not have been an easy task, but it was simple. Do their best and keep their eyes open!

Usagi was sure it would all work out.

Especially with Ami and Rei at her side!

With her spirit perked back up, Luna got to talking and the girls got back to eating the sweet, delicious, expensive cake.

And, all the while, Usagi tried to figure out just what kind of inspirational speech she could give about love at the cinema!
 
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26/6/1993

Areru wasn't really fond of the whole 'roof hopping' thing that a lot of heroes did in media. He could do it, his Jumping skills were b-e-a-utiful, but he still didn't like it. The start-stop-jerking motion along with the lack of control when he was going up or coming down was a serious risk because it threw highly predictable motions right into the hands of his enemies.

...Which, at the moment, made up a rather short list. Areru had been trying to avoid making enemies. So, the only two people that were actually on the list was a little old lady that ran a tea shop and possibly his own grandfather, who may or may not have been guilty of killing his fellow countrymen during World War Two because Okinawans weren't really Japanese, according to most of the rest of Japan.

So, flying high in the skies over Tokyo, his gaze turned down towards Chiba?

Areru didn't have too many enemies. If things went smoothly, he wouldn't be adding any to the list.

If things didn't go smoothly? He'd be revealing at least traces of his existence to whatever force was behind the Youma. Which wasn't ideal, being an ambush predator carried far more advantages than disadvantages, but he'd deal with the issues as they arose.

As it were, Areru was currently watching the outside of a movie theater that he was fairly certain had been converted into another harvesting facility by the demonic entities.

The creatures, Areru had determined, lacked subtlety. They insisted on something similar to a 'charm' approach, they preferred to draw people to them rather than actively hunting. Like a rafflesia or a pitcher plant, they would set out bait to draw in the unwary before using magic or technology to extract their life force.

So far, nobody had been reported as dead. Whether that was the reality of the situation or not, however, Areru did not know. The news was not entirely reliable and he knew the police would be putting pressure on the reporters to keep silent on anything that made them look bad. Bodies piling up would be pretty high on that list.

The Youma, so far as Areru had been able to determine from his efforts to read through the Azabu newspapers during the day with one half of himself whilst the other went to school, did not have a human comprehension of value. One of their most notable attempts had been a jewelry store where they'd been handing out flyers for earrings and necklaces that were unbelievably cheap.

The shop had still been in place, last Areru had checked. It had a nice little piece of paper over the door warning people away because it was part of an ongoing police investigation. Sneaking in one afternoon, the mage had found that most of the products were still in their glass cases. Beautiful, shiny baubles made of gold and inlaid with rubies, sapphires, emeralds and even diamonds. All labeled at rock-bottom prices.

The shop was empty, now, and Areru had quite a lot of material he needed to examine. He wasn't able to put any significant amount of time into it, not yet, but he'd noticed that every single piece of jewelry was enchanted. With what, he didn't know, but he had a feeling that it was related to the way the video cassette players that he'd confiscated from another such operation worked.

Frustrating as it was, the two clues that he had simply were not enough to unravel whatever secrets were hidden behind the Youma.

But he did have a pattern.

The 'daycare' he'd broken up by killing the Youma in charge had been advertised, in the newspapers, as providing world class services at rock bottom prices. Similar to the jewelry shop. And there'd been a yoga fitness class that Sailor Moon broke up which had been advertised in the newspapers a week prior.

And on and on and on. The only serious clue that Areru had was that someone was advertising through the newspapers and the teen had even caught a few innocuous things advertised over the radio a time or two that, in hindsight, had been revealed to be a Youma plot.

The newspapers were entirely unwilling to give him the name of whichever clients were sponsoring the Youma. And the radio DJ, J Dite, wasn't accepting calls when Areru tried. Which Areru wished he could say was suspicious enough to justify a bit of snooping but J Dite also ran advertisements for sales at the local mall and had dedicated ad time for Mos Burger.

But. The movie theater that Areru kept his draconic eyes locked on to? They'd just opened the week prior and had been running ads like 'Buy one ticket, get a second one free' or 'All concessions, half-off!' and if that last one wasn't a red flag?

Areru's name was Richard.

And it's not.

Watching a woman in a red business suit enter the facility through a side door, Areru took that as his cue. Extending his wings fully, Areru's momentum bled off and he began to descend. Once his forward momentum was fully gone, the dragon re-oriented himself and teleported up and then again, once his ascension hit its peak and he began to descend again, he teleported to the ground, in the alley that his key suspect had just used to enter the theater, where he landed with a light *Whumph*.

He'd made some critical errors in judgement regarding momentum in the past. Errors he didn't necessarily want to revisit, thank you very much.

Transforming back into a human, then Repairing his clothes, the mage considered the door and what he might find within.

The building was packed full. He'd been watching and waiting and counting. Starting a fight inside would be a very, very bad choice...

With another flex of will and magic, Areru's features shifted. His hair straightened out, his eyes darkened from yellow to nearly black and his clothes shifted from the cotton shirt and hardy denim jeans that his mother had sent him to the black slacks and black school jacket that was the standard student uniform all across Japan.

The hallway was empty, Areru noted as he slipped into the building. His eyes flicked down, to a row of boxes labeled 'Salted popcorn', and he paid special attention to the lack of shadows before going up to the lights that were turned off.

True Sight, a fantastic boon from one of his less than fantastic adventures, allowed him to see in the dark as though it were perfectly clear and well lit. The downside was that he would not be aware that he was in the dark without checking for other context clues, such as shadows.

Now that he was in the theater, he needed to figure out if it was, in fact, a Youma front. And, if it were, how they were collecting energy and, if he could swing it, why they were collecting energy.

Food would be Areru's primary assumption but...

A 'low and slow' operation spread out a bit further would be far more successful. Instead of these big, ill-planned schemes that just followed the same story beats, time and again.

Now, the teen thought as he slipped through a door marked 'Employees Only' and began to walk up the stairs, the draining aspect of the Youma did not need to be direct. But they still had to interact with their victims in some fashion. He'd yet to find a Youma with a syringe for a hand, which would have been incredibly obvious. And the enchantment on the jewelry that Areru had confiscated did match with the crystals in the VCRs that he'd already disassembled and analyzed.

Unless those were passive methods and the Youma could use active, faster ones?

Areru frowned in frustration.

Too little data to work with, unfortunately.

Coming to a long hallway with three doors spread far apart along one wall, the teen walked up and opened the first door to find...

A perfectly normal projector. The reels were spinning, light was shining through and he could actually hear the video it was playing.

Areru closed the door. He hadn't felt any magic, nor did he notice any drain. It was a perfectly mundane video projector.

Walking down the hallway, Areru opened the door to the next room and froze with his hand on the doorknob.

There was a woman in the room, sitting on a high-backed chair with a bucket of popcorn next to her. There was a video projector on a small cart, but it had been pushed to the side of the room.

Instead, a beam of light appeared to be coming from the woman's chest. Or right about that area.

Areru couldn't tell from behind. Instead, he could tell that the woman had her jacket open and her undershirt pulled up to her neck.

Silently, he pulled the door mostly closed and slowly, carefully relaxed the doorknob to silently relatch things. Making his way back to the room with the other, actual projector in it, the mage made himself as comfortable as he could while he waited.

He'd found the Youma. Now, he just needed to find an opportunity to ambush her. He needed to get a chance to capture her and interrogate her without causing any significant amounts of collateral damage. And preferably do so in a way that leaves as big a window as possible for her disappearance, to make it as hard as he could for her colleagues or handlers or whoever was financing the Youma to know when, specifically, it disappeared.

Keeping the door cracked so he could hear whatever happened in the hallway, one half of Areru checked his watch while the other, in his house, checked the advertisement for the theater in the newspaper before sighing in quiet frustration.

The Youma was playing Ohikkoshi. And it was two hours long.
 
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26/6/1993

Ami crept past the crowd of people moving in and out of the cinema in between movies as Usagi and Rei both did their own parts.

Talking to people.

Ami could do it. In a pinch. If she really needed to. But her voice was too quiet, too soft. People overlooked her, talked over her and, if not for Usagi, Ami was sure she would simply be unheard.

Ami's part was different to theirs. While her friends talked to the various patrons coming and going, Ami was... sneaking in to check on the equipment. Something that she could certainly argue was just because she was shy and curious about the equipment because she may or may not have had a friend in a movie club in school.

She kind of hoped she did but Ami couldn't remember the last time she'd talked with Adachi.

Still, Ami had a job to do. Some Youma would absorb the vitality and energy from people directly, some used cursed charms or tokens and still others would create devices to do the work for them. There never seemed to be much rhyme or reason as to how any particular Youma would operate but some were distinctly stronger than others.

The Youma that would personally drain people were often the strongest, according to Usagi, while the ones that would use charms tended to create minions or try and manipulate their victims into acting as shields. The ones that were connected with technology, in some form or fashion, tended to be the weakest but also the trickiest.

The pictures Ami had seen on the news of the hidden Youma cell, called in by an unknown individual from a public payphone near an alley with a beheaded Youma... one that nobody had noticed, that nobody had suspected. One that had targeted children...

Her mother, Saeko, was a doctor. And she'd been one of the many that had been called in by the police to help handle the aftermath of the discovery. None of the little boys or girls that the Youma had spirited away had died, thankfully, but they'd been sickly and lethargic for weeks following their rescue. Physically whole, better than they should have been, according to her mother, Saeko, but the children all had trouble staying awake or focusing until they'd fully recovered.

Slipping through a door marked 'Employee Only' by the bathrooms, Ami silently crept up the stairs. She soon found herself in a long hallway, spanning the length of the building, but only marked by a trio of doors.

Trying to listen, Ami couldn't really make anything out over the sounds of people in the facility downstairs. Instead, she was going to have to rely on what little she could see in the dimly lit hallway.

Fumbling for the doorknob of the first door, she slowly turned the knob until the door unlatched and then she slowly, carefully pushed the door open. Peeking through the growing gap, she found... nothing out of the ordinary. There was just a projector set up near the front of the room, right in front of a small window that led down to the viewing theater below.

Perfectly normal.

Closing the door, Ami crept further into the building and stopped with her hand on the next doorknob. She could hear something going on inside but she couldn't make out what. Turning the doorknob, Ami slowly pushed the door open-

Then froze when she saw someone in a black school uniform was busy wheeling a projector over to the window. She watched for a long moment as the boy busied himself with putting a film reel on the device.

But Ami saw something else. A chair, or part of one, was visible. And there was someone slumped over in the chair.

Pushing the door open a little more, Ami barely avoiding squeaking in surprise when the boy in the room froze before his head jerked towards the her. She scrambled back when the boy started to walk towards the door and she rushed as silently as she could down the hall to fumble with the door to the empty room from before.

She slipped in, failing to close the door behind her. Ami's heart was pounding in her ears and she couldn't tell if she actually heard footsteps in the hallway or if it was just her imagination.

Waiting, maybe waiting too long as her heart calmed down, Ami eventually poked her head out through the door and looked down the hallway but there was nobody there. Creeping out, she checked on the door to the center room and found it fully closed.

Testing the doorknob, though, she found that it opened easily enough.

But there was nobody in the room. The projector was running and there was an empty chair in the corner, but no people. Which shouldn't have been odd but Ami had seen two people in the room before, one of them up and on their feet while the other probably wasn't. And moving someone insensate was normally an awkward, difficult feat at the best of times.

Once stairs got involved, it turned into a nightmare.

At least, that was what Ami's mom had to say about it.

So, if the situation wasn't adding up. And there was at least some suspicion of Youma involvement...

Ami closed the door behind her as she stepped into the room properly. She felt giddy as she reached for something deep inside of her, a warmth in her chest that had always been there but she'd always been blind to.

"Mercury Prism Power..." the girl whispered as ethereal trails of water flowed around her. "Make up!"

The costume of the Sailor Senshi was optional, but still the default form. Channeling the power of her planet could be done in a way that was more subtle, less attention grabbing. And, aside from giving the young girl an awareness of magic and water, it unlocked access to her lesser powers and tools.

Opening her eyes, Ami felt power coursing through her limbs. The world felt... lighter. She felt lighter. And, as she reached one hand up towards her temple, a blue, transparent visor formed over the top half of her face.

Looking around the room, her visor saw things that she didn't. Strange energies, once invisible, were made apparent. One filled the entirety of the room, a murky haze of corrupted magic and life energy that was unmistakably a Youma. However, within the heart of the foul fog was another energy signature. One that was quickly fading.

Ami's lips thinned into a frown as her visor tried to make sense of the dwindling ethers. It was new and uncategorized, failing to match any records that had been made so far.

That was... concerning. She didn't know if it was good or bad but it was definitely noteworthy. Unknown meant something new and the Youma having weapons or tools that the Sailor Senshi didn't know about was absolutely something they all needed to worry about.

Clenching, Ami cut off the flow of extra-planetary magic that suffused her, body and soul, and nodded to herself. She had information and now it was time to come up with a plan.

She just needed to get Usagi and Rei.

...Who were probably busy, flirting with boys. Or, in Rei's case? Accidentally menacing boys that she's trying to flirt with.

...Yay.
 
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26/6/1993

Areru hummed quietly to himself, the sound barely audible over the still-busy activity of the city below, as he dragged a stick made of beeswax and powdered silver along the rough concrete of the square rooftop he'd chosen as a secondary location for the Youma he'd captured.

Which was an awful thing to call any location, sadly, but one that was entirely accurate. The Youma were, so far as he could tell, predators that actively hunted humans by means of imitation and traps. They would also, like any actual predators, happily alter their target preferences if a suitable piece of prey was available.

The entities were inhuman, in form and function, but they did seem capable of reason and speech. Ideally, that meant that they could be reasoned with.

Completing the circle, Areru stepped back towards the edge of the roof to examine it before pursing his lips and nodding decisively.

The Magic Circle series were a decidedly flexible group of spells. Yes, they could weaken anything that was elementally aligned against them but they also universally proved hostile to possession and, with just a bit of modification and effort, they could even be turned into a binding circle capable of containing spirits, ghosts or outsiders.

Provided, of course, they were aligned in opposition to whichever circle had been drawn. Which was not always as clear-cut or simple as Areru would have liked.

Taking a glance at the Youma he'd teleported to the roof alongside himself, Areru confirmed that she was still asleep before he began working on another spell, just a bit outside the circle.

The man that he'd been hadn't believed in torture. Not of people, not of animals. Not even monsters. He'd come close to the line a few times as he desperately searched for an answer to problems where lives hung in the balance but it was a line he'd never crossed.

And it was a line that Areru refused to consider. He wanted answers, and he was working to extract them, but...

The mage hissed in quiet discomfort as his fingertips scraped across rough stone before he adjusted his grip on the stick of silver and wax, finishing the sigil that he'd been drawing. Then, with a quiet sigh, he placed the mostly-expended implement in his pocket.

Refining scrap silver into nuggets and then further into powder was a tedious process. Mixing that into softened beeswax, which didn't readily accept the material, was also a slow and tedious process.

Honestly, Areru grumbled as he charged the Zone of Truth. He could've been a fireball-flinger. No thoughts, head empty, just toss and burn. Simplicity itself. But no~o, he had to have things like 'morals' or 'utility'.

Shaking his head, the mage picked up the Youma in a bridal carry and gently deposited her in the center of the Magic Circle Against Evil before he stepped out and touched a finger against the wax and silver circle.

With everything in place?

Areru snapped his fingers and cast Esuna on the Youma, breaking the Sleep spell he'd put her under. With a jolt, the woman-shaped entity shot to a sitting position-

"Where am I?!" she demanded, her head twisting to and fro as her eyes roved wildly across the barren environs of the rooftop. "Who are- Do you have any idea what you've done?! Who I am?!"

"Setsuna Sona," Areru answered, his head nodding towards her purse, left in an untouched corner of the roof. "At least according to that expertly faked ID of yours. But you're a Youma."

"I am," the woman agreed with a sneer. One that quickly morphed to confusion, then to fear. "What-?! I didn't mean-?! What have you done?!"

The woman shot to her feet, her body shimmering briefly before the disguise faded and revealed... something that looked like a horribly mutilated doll. The flesh was gunmetal gray and the entity only had a few sparse tufts of hair atop its head. Its left arm was longer and thinner than its right and, from the center of its chest, between its breasts, what looked like a camera lens poked out.

"...You've screwed up," Areru explained as the thing lunged at him, just to run into the barrier created by the circle. A vaguely shimmering dome appeared, implacable and unmovable as the Youma's misshapen fist slammed into it. "I can't imagine your master will be particularly happy with you. Not after this."

"Lord Jadeite will come for me!" the Youma screamed, offering up an oddly specific name that Areru filed away. "He will come and you will suffer!"

"You seem very sure of that," Areru observed as he began to slowly walk around the circle's perimeter. "But who is going to save your Jadeite?"

"...The other generals," the Youma said before she froze, going very, very still before a wide, ugly smile stretched across her thin lips. "And you would be an absolute fool if you think you can stand against the might of Queen Beryl!"

So. A number of unknown generals and they all fell under some mysterious queen. Which wasn't much, honestly, but it was more than Areru had before.

"Aww, what's the matter?" Areru chose to say, to taunt his prisoner. "None of your sisters care enough to come and save you? You need a big, strong man like Jadeite to-"

"Movies are supposed to be a means of entertainment and joy!" a girl's voice cut Areru off. The teen turned towards the source of the voice and saw a silhouette, standing on top of a tall antenna and backlit by the moon. "A way for men and women and children of all ages to experience the world from the eyes of someone else! To add layers to the cakes of our shared world! In the name of the moon? I will punish you!"

...Wut?

Areru stared as, for whatever reason, the girl took her tiara off and it hovered over her hand. It turned into a golden disc as the girl began to do a slow pirouette and scream "Moon... Tiara... Action!"

She spun about, balanced precariously on the antenna, and flung her hyper-magical doom frisbee-

Areru's clothes exploded into rags around him as his body expanded, scales covered his flesh and claws ripped free of his fingers. Quick as a flash, he lunged to the side and ripped the magical frisbee out of the air by biting on to it like a particularly eager dog.

The spell tried to escape from him, tried to pull its way free, but Areru did not let it go. He turned, his head twitching as he fought to control the spell, until he was looking directly into the confused, frightened eyes of Sailor Moon.

Who clearly did not understand gun safety, in the slightest, if she was throwing around big magical attacks with people nearby!

Areru bit down, his teeth penetrating through spell and magic and metal-

And, instead of shattering?

The magical frisbee of doom exploded.
 
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26/6/1993

Usagi was, legitimately, confused, baffled, unsettled and uncertain about the series of events that she'd just witnessed.

They'd found a Youma, which made sense because they'd gone looking for a Youma. Ami had been the one to notice two 'pulses' of the same unknown energy that had left some traces behind in the theater. And, once Sailor Moon had taken to the rooftops, she'd been able to find the Youma. It'd been glaring at some guy, so it must have made off with him to drain him in secret!

Perfectly normal Youma behavior. Usagi had seen it, like, two dozen times already!

Except, beating the Youma was where things stopped making sense.

Because the guy she was trying to save?

He just... exploded out of his clothes. And his shape changed into some kind of giant reptile. And he grabbed her Moon Tiara Action in his mouth, like some kind of guard dog. And it... stared at her. Right in the eyes. Just before her Moon Tiara Action exploded, which she'd never, ever seen before!

The explosion released a lot of light and energy, enough that Usagi was nearly blasted off of the radio antenna that she'd commandeered for her attack!

When her vision cleared enough to see, she could see scorch marks blasted into the roof the Youma had been on. The Youma itself was gone, a pile of scattering dust remained, and-

"Hahh!" the... lizard, guy, thing was screaming. As much as it could with, uh...

With half of a face.

Usagi felt an uncomfortable twinge travel down, through her navel, as the creature thrashed and bled on the roof, blood... spraying out of the hole where its jaw used to be as it burbled and screamed and basically rolled on the roof, its claws clutching at its ruined face.

"Moon!" Mars shouted as she jumped up to join her, though on a lower branch of the antenna. "What did you do!"

"I just-" Usagi tried to say as she waved towards the bloody spectacle. "I tried to take care of the Youma! And that thing- It was a person, Mars! Until it changed and- and- and it grabbed my Moon Tiara Action!"

"Wait-" Mars demanded as she turned her dark eyes to the screaming creature. "Is that thing a Youma?!"

"No," Mercury said as she joined the duo, though she had to shout to be heard from her position at the base of the antenna. "Whatever that is? It's no Youma!"

The creature, still screaming, stretched its long, black neck up into the air and Usagi watched in horrified fascination as... bones, broken and shattered, cracked and broke away, were pushed out as new, fresh bones grew out of the pulverized meat of the creature's face.

"Ah-ah-Aahh!" the thing's screaming just got louder and more hysteric and Usagi could see tears actually leaking from its eyes as tissue started to creep up and out from the ruined mess.

"Is it... healing?" Rei asked, her voice quiet as she took in just how much -red- had come out of the thing.

"It is," Ami said, a quiet tremble in her voice as, with new flesh covering the creature's freshly regrown jaw, it collapsed on its side and panted heavily. Finally quiet.

That... probably only took a minute or so. Which was not normal.

Even Usagi knew that.

Chewing on her lip in indecision for a moment, Usagi made her decision as she leapt forward, landing at the (clean) edge of the rooftop where the Youma had been and the creature remained.

"...Hello?" Usagi called out, freezing for a brief moment when the creature's head turned, slightly, and fixed one sharp, yellow eye on her. "Can you... understand me?"

The thing inhaled, slowly, a hissing, pained wheeze escaping its throat as it did so.

"...Yess," it eventually whispered, its claws and wings twitching as black scales visibly wormed their way out of the flesh of the creature's chin and neck.

Usagi swallowed thickly, the iron stench in the air turning her stomach.

"What are you?" Mars demanded, her voice and demeanor far more harsh as she landed on the roof at Usagi's side. "What were you doing with that Youma?!"

"Quess... tions," the creature slowly enunciated, wincing every time its jaw moved. "I..."

The thing stopped talking and started coughing, hacking wetly as more and more blood came out of its mouth. Blood filled with flakes that glowed, softly, with the same gold of Usagi's Moon Tiara Action.

"The... You-ma. Where it came from. Who comm-and-ed it." The creature stood up, unsteadily, swaying all the while, and Usagi finally paid attention to more than just the head and the blood.

The creature had wings, great big ones, and a tail that was long and thin. Its scales were jet black and darker than night but for small, strange little white dots that seemed to move even as it stayed still.

"...Are you a dragon?" Ami asked, the Sailor Senshi landing on the roof at Usagi's side, opposite of Rei. "You look-"

"Dragon, yes," the dragon said, its jaw flexing slightly easier. "Youma- Focus!"

The dragon, who'd never said his name, shook his head with a low, keening noise coming from the back of its throat before it fixed its eyes on Usagi's. It raised one claw and all three of the girls tensed, ready to split apart to fight the creature from different angles-

But it just snapped its fingers before dropping its hand back down to the roof.

"The Youma," the dragon said, its voice much clearer as it somehow spoke without moving its lips. "She mentioned that she served under a General Jadeite. That there were more generals besides him. And, most importantly, that they all served under a woman known as Queen Beryl."

Sailor Moon blinked in surprise. That was more than they'd managed to find out, and she'd been working on it ever since Luna turned up in her life!

"And that... is all I know," the dragon admitted with an aborted shrug of its shoulders. "I was interrupted before I could question the Youma further."

"...Didn't you say you were dating someone named Jadeite, Mars?" Mercury whispered to the red-clad Senshi around Usagi's back.

"For a day!" Mars whispered back, her tone harsh. "He just disappeared after a single day!"

The dragon... slowly closed its eyes and inhaled deeply through its nose.

"Ugh..." the dragon groaned. "My nose smells different, now..."

"I, ugh..." Usagi nervously shuffled from one foot to the next. "I'm sorry about, uh, blowing your face off? I was, um, aiming for the Youma?"

"...And I will accept your apology," the dragon said, its head tilting slightly, kind of like Luna's when she sees something interesting. "But not right now."

"What?!" Usagi shouted. "But I didn't mean to!"

"...I know. And, really, it's mostly my fault. But right now? I just want to go home and cry myself to sleep." Okay, that was a lot more honest than Usagi was expecting.

"Real men don't cry," Rei cut in, her tone and demeanor as harsh as ever.

"And that's why you dated a psychopath," the dragon answered, cool and collected like it hadn't just been rolling on the ground and screaming in agony just a few minutes ago.

"Hey!" Mars started to shout, her fiery temper rising to the fore. "What do you know about-"

But her tirade was cut short as the dragon... disappeared. It, and all of the blood and gristle and bone that had just covered the rooftop.

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Ryoko silently hovered over Areru's sleeping form. Quiet and still, barely lit by thin slivers of moonlight that poked through the curtains of his window.

She'd been playing one of the games he'd gotten for her and he'd been watching, offering her advice that really hadn't been helpful. It had been... fun. It had been nice.

And then, with no warning, Areru's face had just... exploded. The way he'd screamed, as much as he could without any vocal chords, the way his blood bubbled and burbled in the ruined remains of his throat as he'd blindly stumbled around the room, it...

It reminded Ryoko of the things she'd done, centuries ago.

Except this time, she'd felt fear.

It was strange and new, being afraid for someone else. Being confused and scared as the one person she cared about suffered in excruciating, agonizing pain.

Somehow, Areru had managed to stumble his way into the bathroom where he'd leaned over the sink. She could still hear his breaths coming out in wet, rasping gasps as he leaned over the sink and his face... rebuilt itself.

It had been fast, once Areru's body evicted the ruined materials. His bones and teeth had clinked loudly as each tiny piece dropped into the red-stained porcelain. First had been the bones, rapidly stretching out and growing before her eyes, then had been the veins and nerves before muscle and skin covered the rest.

It wasn't like Ryoko's own regeneration, instant and clean and painless. His had involved screaming, lots of screaming. Especially when the newly-regrown nerves had been fresh and new and exposed.

He hadn't offered her an explanation, even after he'd finished healing. The teen's shoulders had just kept shaking, his eyes distant as he'd touched the pale, discolored skin with his fingertips.

Ryoko almost felt as though her non-existent heart came to a stop when he just disappeared a few seconds later, but she noticed that the teeth and blood had disappeared, too.

And then he just walked right in through the front door. Both of him. Though, one was wearing clothes that barely clung to his body, being torn and ruined as though they'd suffered through an explosion or two. The look in his eyes, desperate and distant, hurt something deep inside of her.

He'd smiled at her, his teeth sparkly and new, but it hadn't reached his eyes, and he made an aborted attempt to say something to her before simply shaking his head. Both Arerus went upstairs, splitting apart so they each went to one of the two bedrooms.

Something hurt him. Severely. And Ryoko was worried.

Reaching out, no glove covering her hand, she ran her fingertips along Areru's face. She couldn't feel him, not without her gloves. And he had to look directly at her with his eyes open to see her. His other senses, even the strange one that let him know where things were outside of where he should be able to see, couldn't detect her at all.

Ryoko hated feeling this way. She hated being trapped, so close but so far away from the living world. She hated feeling helpless and weak.

But...

Somehow?

She couldn't bring herself to hate Areru for making her feel that way.

She just wished...
 
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27/6/1993

Note to self: Do not eat magical moon pies.


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Areru was immensely glad that today was a Sunday. He was tired, he was still hurting from the night before and, all in all, he was not okay.

He would be. Eventually. But today was not that day.

The teen stood outside of his home in a set of good, durable work clothes. Boots, heavy pants and a long-sleeve shirt despite the increasingly warm weather.

He had a significant amount of magical defenses, leftover from his previous life. Some weren't active, he hadn't needed them in ages. Others were entirely passive, they'd protected him throughout the years without his active knowledge.

He'd always healed faster than normal, as an example. And his tolerance for temperature extremes was, well, extreme.

Last night, the moon frisbee had ripped through Areru's passive defenses. Then it ripped off his jaw and he could only imagine the damage it had done to his insides.

But he had regeneration. Multiple sources of regeneration. His former self liked to experiment with magic and a few forces that were magic-adjacent and... well, those didn't always work out well.

Which was the key reason Areru was even still alive after his stunt last night.

The teen shook his head and turned back to what he was doing, what he was thinking.

He... was out of practice. It'd been more than sixteen years and a whole iteration of his existence since he'd been in a serious fight. Ambush tactics and the element of surprise had been his bread and butter but last night he'd been served a nice big slice of humble pie.

He needed to get back into shape. Polish the rust off of the instincts that had kept his old self alive.

Technically, the transition between his former self and his current self didn't include dying. It was more akin to... Areru wasn't sure, some kind of a seal? Regardless, both past and present despised seals and sealing things away without any further plans to handle an issue.

'Oh, sure! Let's just seal a demon into a tree! It's not like trees get old or die or anything... Actually, let's seal a bunch more into the same tree! There's no way this could ever go wrong!'

The teen exhaled sharply. His mind was running in circles and not actually accomplishing anything. His vague goal of 'get back into shape' was great. Really. But he needed to figure out how to do that.

He needed to retrain his magic, that was a given. Areru had a library of spells burned into his brain and soul, from various levels of utility and destruction. He could clean the dishes with one spell and go on to punch a hole through a mountain with another. Or he could condense that mountain-puncher into a much smaller, more focused spell so it would destroy something the size of a person instead of causing the cartographers to curse his name as they had to redraw the map.

Or, if he needed even more oomph, for some inexplicable reason, he had skills, things that weren't quite magic but were definitely not 'mundane', which sapped at his vitality and life to selectively erase anything hostile to -him- with nearly a kilometer of range. Or one could turn into a beam that could blast Japan from the face of the Earth. And another, an imitation of the Lord of Wrath, that...

Well. Being aware of such ridiculously powerful options was nice and all. But actually practicing with them was... difficult.

And. Well. The Chaos between dimensions had certainly noticed when he tried to use those options to fight back but, in the end, they hadn't helped him.

Areru inhaled deeply, noting how wrong the air smelled to his regrown nose, and walked around the back of his home to a small pile of scrap lumber he kept under a tarp. Idly, he cast Repair on the fading piece of plastic, restoring it to a bright, vibrant blue as he flipped it over to consider his options.

Besides. Those big, flashy attack spells were fairly advanced and Areru needed to rebuild his basics. He needed to practice, get his instincts back to some semblance of useful.

Picking up a long, thin piece of wood with a nasty crack running through it, Areru pursed his lips and turned it over in his hands.

Casting repair on a flawed piece of material did nothing to remove the flaw, unfortunately. To fix that, he'd need to completely rework something and that defeated the purpose of purchasing materials.

Slowly, the wood began to turn black under his hands and take on the reflective sheen of metal instead. And then, still slow as Areru flexed the power of Transmutation in a way he hadn't touched in a long, long time, the split plank began to shift and mold in his hands like softening clay. He slid his hands apart, the metal lengthening and thinning as it followed his directions until he had a staff, as long as he was tall with a rounded ball on one end.

An easy weapon to learn but one that could take a lifetime to master.

Supposedly, anyway. Areru, in either lifetime that he could remember, had heard the same spiel from just about every martial artist in one form or another. The only exception had been the one time, the only time he'd seen someone try to use nunchucks and knock themselves out.

With a staff of black steel in his hands, Areru considered some of the other wooden scraps before selecting one that was close to the right length that he needed. It went through the same process as the staff had, changing in color and shape under his hands until he had a blunt, heavy straight sword. Leaning the staff down against the wall of his house, Areru tested the grip a few times until it felt comfortable in one hand or two, as he needed.

Walking back around the building, the teen considered the tools in his hands. They'd be fine for his use, though painful. Something he certainly wasn't looking forward to, at all.

Headgear would be a good idea. It would take a lot of work for either weapon, blunted training tools that they were, to break through his shields. But he really didn't want a concussion when that did, eventually, happen.

Catching sight of Ryoko coming from one of the greenhouses, her gloves stained with dirt, the specter focused an unreadable look on him. Her gaze slid from his face, to the staff, then down to the simple sword.

"...I need to get back into shape," Areru answered when her eyes slid back up to his face. "What happened last night was because I followed my natural instincts. I bit something I shouldn't have. And I don't intend on repeating that."

Areru was a tool using, sophont individual, damn it! The whole point of having a cognizant mind was to reject instincts and make intelligent choices!

Hovering over to him, Ryoko reached down and motioned towards the sword he'd made.

Handing it over, he watched as the woman lifted the heavy weapon as though it were made of bamboo instead of steel. She tilted it back and forth before adjusting her grip and nodding.

"You know swordplay?" he asked. In response, she took one hand off the hilt and waved it in a so-so gesture. "Alright. Well. I'll need a sparring partner. You feel up to that?"

Ryoko stared into Areru's eyes for a long moment before a wide, toothy grin spread across her face. A grin filled with sharpened teeth and malicious intent. She lifted the black sword and pointed over his shoulder, to the nearby woods, and nodded her head.

Well, the woman's intent was clear enough.

For some reason, however, Areru got the distinct feeling that he might have made a mistake...
 
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