"Eh?" said Happosai, sitting upright.
"Don't worry, I've erected a barrier to keep Cerebrus from interfering," said the woman.
Happosai liked cute. There was absolutely NO chance he was glomping or groping this woman. Some of her teeth looked positively shark like, she had tusks, red glowing eyes, a figure that was muscular and scarred, and a complete and utter lack of cute. She wasn't simply 'uncute' - she was more 'anti-cute' in nature.
He glanced away, seeing a transparent dome - outside of which a size Huge three-headed mastiff was prowling.
"Not that I'm ungrateful for keeping the beast at bay, but I'll be running along now," said Happosai.
"No," said the woman.
"No?" asked Happosai.
"I am Kali," said the woman. "Perhaps you've heard of me?"
"Oh hell," said Happosai, revealing that he might indeed have heard such a name.
"A sister, of sorts," said Kali. "Now, Happosai. I want you."
"Can't we just be friends?" asked Happosai.
"No, you are going to be my agent in opposing Amaterasu. She will attempt to make the world a better place, new age of enlightenment and prosperity. You will help me destroy her - incidentally the mortal world to become a charnel house of despair and exquisite suffering."
"What's in it for me?" asked Happosai, who didn't see the appeal.
"I will allow you a pick of women to be your personal bodyslaves and restore your youth upon completion of your assignment," said Kali.
Happosai shook his head. "Nah. I'd rather grope 'em and leave 'em. The whole harem thing just doesn't work that well - too much of a permanent attachment."
Kali studied her target as he went back to thinking.
"How many girls can I choose?" asked Happosai after he'd pondered a bit more.
Sailor Pluto drooped. There went the future pristine Crystal Tokyo. No more hope for humanity's future. No shining utopia. Nope.
"Puu!"
No more Small Lady either. Chibi-usa wouldn't be born. All because of a pigtailed future-wrecker.
"Puu?"
Hope had died a lingering and painful death. Now everyone was doomed because of a party on the lawn of a shrine.
"Puu-chan?"
She could even hear the voice of Small Lady, no doubt pleading for her future to survive.
"I hate doing this." WHACKUM! "Puu!"
Rubbing the back of her head, Pluto wheeled to reprimand the person doing it. Instead she ended up staring. "Small Lady?"
"Why do you call me that old name?" asked the pink haired girl in a red Chinese banner dress. "I'm only six centimeters shorter than you, and I'm at least eight centimeters more 'American' than you."
"Gah?!" said Pluto, glancing at the girl's bustline and noticing that development.
"I know you didn't want me coming back to this time, but I had to see what sensei was like before he had all the kids," said not-so-Chibi Usa.
"GAK?" asked Pluto.
"You haven't been doing those double-espressos again, have you? You know those make you irritable," chided the future princess.
"Gik," said Sailor Pluto.
"It's not like those days when we had to fake the whole 'Dark Moon' thing to avoid paradoxes," said Princess Usagi. "It really stunk having to lose to those weenies when we could have just made guacamole outta them."
"Gurk," said a wide-eyed, hair-turned-to-wild-cowlicks, paler than normal, Sailor Pluto.
"You don't look so good, auntie Setsuna," said the future Princess. "Sit down. I'll get you something to drink."
"Eeep," said Pluto, trying to sit down on a bench and missing.
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