As the silence drew, the battle had finally come to a close. One titan was destroyed, the other now sleeping as his magical armor worked to heal the massive injuries from before. But for now, all was calm.
“Seriously … can’t breathe … help me … bright light!”
… Well, except for Sailor Moon, who had made the mistake of standing in the spot the Knight of Sol had collapsed onto.
“You know,” Terra spoke, looking over the scene of the duo—for which she would tease Sol followed by extortion, “from what I recall, usually she needs to use the Ginzuishou to pull off a Deus Ex Machina like that.”
“Huh?” asked Mars, who was closest to the irritating Senshi.
“Well, none of us could reach through to him,” Terra continued. “Yet she changes to a ball gown, and all of the sudden, he can’t hurt her, listens to her, and falls asleep.
“Can anyone explain just how she did that?” If she knew, she could use it whenever the bad kitty came out later.
And given the fact she knew they were likely to run into two talkative cats, it probably would be soon. She liked her tone ass in the living flesh, thank you.
“She…” Mercury began, only to pause. A look of intense concentration came over her face. “Actually … Sailor Terra, was it?”
Nodding her head, the newest Senshi was quick to reply, “Yes. Call me ‘Earth’ at your own risk,” she quipped; her smirk manifesting itself as the blunette became a little flustered. Now normally, she wouldn’t necessarily pick on someone like the warrior of Mercury, but the woman’s looks reminded her so much of Akane that it was reflex that spurned her on.
“Well, um … yes, Sailor Terra…” the blunette coughed into her gloved hand. “As I was saying, that is a good question. In the back of my mind, I’ve always chalked it up to her being the princess and just having the inherent ability to do such.”
“Indeed,” the tall viridian-tressed Senshi butted into the conversation, red eyes firmly fixed on this so-called ‘Sailor Terra’. “The Ginzuishou is the artifact of the Serenity Line; the very item which preserved its ancestors and followers, protecting them from the travesties and horrors of the Sailor Wars that befell the galaxy entire eons ago…”
Raising a hand, Terra couldn’t help but roll her wrist in a circular motion, waving the words off. “Yes, yes, I know all of that, and I’m sure you all do too…” She took a deep breath and replied with an almost theatrical sigh, “But wouldn’t it be nice for her to know how to use it whenever she wanted rather than awaiting us to be on the verge of death or a horrible, horrible maiming?”
“… The newbie’s got a point,” Uranus blurted out.
“Is that … you, great … grandma?”
“And even then, it still doesn’t explain how she turned off Mr. Armageddon here,” she stated, pointing at Sol Knight. “You know, there were always rumors that there had been some sort of magical geas within the Senshi…”
Actually, that had been a point of several fanfic she had read, but why not finally get some answers?
Damn flamers probably wouldn’t believe her. But that’s what photos were for … and whatever magical attack she had.
Pluto’s eyes narrowed even more. “The line of Serenity did not and does not control the other Senshi!”
“Just what a controlled Senshi would say,” spoke Venus, before she leaned over to paw the hunky knight assist their leader.
“Wow, this guy is heavy!” she gasped, using her knees to try and lift him.
Seeing what Venus was doing, Jupiter decided to come get some lend her ally in Love and Justice a hand with the unconscious canned beefcake before Sailor Moon needed a World Reborn Revolution to get her back up to snuff. “Allow me to give you a hand, Sailor Venus,” she replied, getting to the other side of the unconscious Knight of Sol.
Looking up at her fellow with a twitching eye, the blonde Senshi replied, “No, no, Jupiter. I got this!” she almost snarled as her hand reached under to grope herself some solar-powered sausage.
Too bad the armor covered that.
“Oh, no, no! I insist!” the ponytailed brunette glared back, trying to move his back towards the orange-fuku-ed Sailor Senshi to allow herself better access.
Glaring at the two most hormonal of the Inner-Senshi, the Guardian of the Time Gates turned her gaze back towards this insufferable woman. “I repeat, Terra … there is no such geas implanted within the Sailor Senshi. We ruled and gave aid to the line of Serenity of our own free will.”
“Really?” Terra practically cooed. “Is that why you sat by the Time Gates for thousands of years? You felt it was out of personal duty? You could have gone out and lived your life a little amongst the world … anywhere in the world … at any time. Hell, I’m sure the nineteen-sixties of the United States was more lovely-dovey than the Silver Millennium was!” she smirked and added loud enough for Jupiter and Venus’ ears, “And they had a lot more sex too!”
“… Just where were you in the 1960’s?” asked Neptune with a smirk.
“I was doing my duty,” Pluto stated with certainty.
“Not unless the Gates have a bathroom, cause I’m sure every century or so, at least, you might have to tinkle,” Terra stated, looking at her nails … which was redundant, as like the others, she had on long white gloves.
“Um, guys,” Endymion stated, looking about nervously, as a few civilians came nearer to the battle site, now that they weren’t about to be ended by either fire or ice. “Maybe we should continue this somewhere else, preferably where we might not be questioned by local law enforcement about the new crater?”
Blinking and looking about—except for Venus and Jupiter, who were still in a tug-o-war with Sol Knight, and Moon who was currently debating if the choir heavenly had a nice beat—the group noticed not only the curious civilian, but also the approaching lights and sirens of emergency vehicles.
“Agreed,” Pluto muttered. “But we will continue our discussion,” she stated with certainty, glaring at Terra.
“Wouldn’t miss it,” Terra smirked. “Now, let’s make with the Sailor Teleporting … unless you’d like to possibly open a portal through space and time?”
“Teleporting would be fine,” Pluto stated, almost in Terra’s face. She didn’t know what was going on, but there was no way in Hell she was letting this bitch anywhere near the Gates of Time.
The fact she somehow knew about them when such information was a closely guarded secret in the past, only set her suspicion off even more.
With that little snap, the brunette decided she could continue her heckling once they were safely out of ‘lawsuit range’. “Well, all right then…” Terra said firmly as she held out a hand to the viridian-tressed woman.
Raising an eyebrow, Sailor Pluto looked down at the hand as if it were some sort of trap before raising her head to stare at the so-called Senshi of Earth. “What?”
“Hey, don’t these Sailor Teleports work a lot better when we hold hands and form a circle; preferably around the fallen princess and armored knight?”
Twitching, Sailor Pluto was quick to call, “Jupiter! Venus! Hold hands with Terra!”
“But I’m busy!” the blonde with a bow in her hair whined as she struggled with Jupiter in who was facing Sol’s backside; Moon being crushed underneath as her body was the fulcrum for such movements.
“NOW!!”
In a flash of light, twelve beings emerged into the living room of the home belonging to the Outers.
Terra just blinked her eyes, releasing the hands of the two Inners—well, they sort of released her to resume their argument—and considered her first teleport. Aside from the flashes of colors like she was on drugs, she was fine.
If I fake a seizure, who could I sue…?
Endymion sighed, before deciding to actually help his beloved.
“By Atlantis, how heavy is this armor?” he asked, hefting the sleeping Knight up enough to roll him off Moon, and onto the carpet.
He only blinked in shock as he audibly heard the floor mats creak under the weight.
“AIR!” cried Moon, as she gulped oxygen at a rate and deep rate.
“Sailor Moon!” Endymion called out as he hugged his beloved now that she was free from the weight of a comatose berserker in magical armor. “Are you all right? Can I get you anything? Food? Drink? Ice-cream!?”
Yes, it was odd to see him get so protective over the princess—because usually when he got this protective, he ended up emotionally breaking her. Fortunately, such physical problems weren’t the issue right now.
“Mamoru,” Pluto firmly replied, using the male’s civilian name to get his attention. “She still needs to breathe.”
The man blinked his eyes once, twice … and realized his girlfriend’s skin had gone pure blue and her eyes were rolled into the back of her head.
“And we have other issues at the moment,” she continued, as the reborn prince fanned his reborn love.
Eyes closed, Terra considered her position, considered what she knew from the series, and considered the best way to do what was right: save her ass.
Dropping her current state to return to her civilian form—and a little shocked at really how easy that was—she set about attacking on two fronts: keeping them off-balance and looking as little as possible as a threat. “Yes; we do…
“And I for one think we should all have our answers now.” With that, she turned, pointing a finger at the kneeling Venus, who was in a glaring contest, beside Sol, with Jupiter. “Venus!”
“Whuh?” asked the blond, blinking.
“What happened out there?” Nabiki demanded. “What happened to your magical pen, the one you used to form current weapons to mow down the Dark Syndicate like a 1930’s American mobster?”
“She WHAT!?”
“What?”
“What?”
“You’re kidding!”
“What’s that?”
“What?”
“Wazzat?”
“The fuck!?”
“SATURN!”
The blonde on her knees beside the unconscious knight blinked her eyes once, twice, thrice…
… And then pounded her right fist into the palm of her left hand. “Oh! OH YEAH! That’s right! I completely forgot about that!” She then reached said right hand behind her head, scratching the back of her neck. “Man, it’s been so damn long since I thought of that stuff, back before I teamed up with you guys and everything.”
It was with a scholar’s interest and curiosity that Mercury was the first to reply. “Wait? You meant Sailor Terra is serious? You … you used guns?”
“Yeah! When I started out as Sailor V, it was only me and Artemis, so I really had to work with everything I had to keep myself alive,” the orange-fuku-ed Senshi explained. “I discovered the Disguise Pen also creates ‘props’ to enhance your image, such as a pistol on a police officer or an AK-47 when you turn into a G.I.Jane in Camouflage…
“Shoot, it even allowed me to make a small ray gun to use with my Sailor V disguise!”
It was then the air became wavy, the originator being that of the sandy-haired blonde. “We … we could use guns … AND YOU NEVER TOLD US!?”
“… You never asked,” Venus replied. “And besides, it is all in my Sailor V games.”
“Those are items you pick up,” Moon weakly replied, as her color improved.
“And just where is your share of all the money from the merchandising of your former persona?” Nabiki asked.
Venus opened her mouth to respond, before clicking it shut. “… I have money?” she asked.
“You know,” Mars muttered, “this could explain her sudden case of ditz attack a little after Beryl.”
“You mean they mind-swabbed me?”
“… Wiped, Venus,” Mercury sighed. “They mind-wiped you, and no, I don’t believe so.”
“You expect us to accept she suddenly forgot she was worth perhaps billions?” Nabiki asked.
“This is not what I wanted to discuss!” yelled Pluto, startling the girls. “I wished to discuss what the princess did!”
Nabiki nodded again. “Right; I think it is far past time for us to know who Princess Serenity’s original father was.”
The others just stared at her.
“What?” she asked. “We know all about Queen Serenity, but we know nothing of our Princess’s father from the past.”
“… I had a space-daddy?” Moon asked, before returning to her base form, a move soon followed by all the other Senshu and Knight—aside from Pluto who still was itching for a reason to blast the girl, and the recovering Knight of Sol.
“Of course,” Nabiki replied. “Everyone has a daddy—or at least a test-tube sample—which I doubt was the case for Princess Serenity, which means her mother really had no place wearing a white dress.”
“HOW DARE YOU SPEAK OF QUEEN SERENITY LIKE THAT!?” the Senshi of Pluto roared, light flashing behind her red eyes.
“Well, come on. Obviously she didn’t WANT to share her power with a King, so she never married,” the middle Tendo replied, hoping to lead the Senshi on. “Which means to secure an heir, she had to have a tryst … or ten… with her body guards or some OTHER consort,” she smirked and looked back and forth between Usagi and Minako.
“Why, with just HOW much those two look alike, I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re actually half-sisters, with the King of Venus having been the princess’ baby-daddy. I mean, it would make sense as to WHY Serenity would go out of her way to afford Sailor Venus an advisor and not any of the other Senshi; one still marked with the Moon Sigil at that…” she then sighed in a theatrical fashion. “I guess familial duty is just too hard to ignore.”
“… WWAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! I’M A BASTARD!” the odango-haired cutie wailed as all this made too much damn sense.
Reaching over, the other blonde patted her friend/half-sister(?) on the shoulder and comfortingly told her, “There, there … that’s just the way the Fig-Newton trickles.”
“Crumbles,” Ami managed to correct, her voice having a far-away tone from how surprised she was. “Cookie crumbles…”
“… But Fig-Newtons are fruit and cake, so their filling trickles out!”
“There was never a king of Venus!” growled Pluto, eye twitching.
“WAA~AAAH! I’M A BASTARD TOO!” Minako began to cry.
“YOU ARE NOT BASTARDS!” yelled Pluto.
“Then who was our daddy?” the blonds cried together.
“THIS ISN’T ABOUT YOUR PAST-LIFE FATHERS!” Pluto yelled back.
“They didn’t have papas?” asked Hotaru, eyes downcast. Even if Professor Tomoe had turned into an evil, sadistic ass; he was still her papa.
Taking several deep, calming breaths, Pluto counted to ten, looked at the expectant eyes before her, and counted again.
Finally, when she was relatively certain she wouldn’t forget her duties and blast them all, she focused once again on the newest Senshi. “These are topics for another day.”
“Must have been a public embarrassment then,” Nabiki offered.
“STOP IT!” the Senshi of Time yelled. “We are not here to discuss this!”
“Don’t you know who our past-life-royal-space-daddy is?” asked Usagi, sniffling.
“Not. Part. Of. The. Discussion!” the Senshi of Pluto almost snarled, feeling a migraine throbbing in the back of her head. Of all the idiotic lunacy to come her way, this was taking not only taking the cake but robbing the bakery’s cash register!
“But,” Minako whimpered, “we’re Princesses … and we want to know who are daddy is!”
Suppressing the full feral deviousness of her smile, Nabiki politely interjected, “Minako has a point, Pluto. Even if the Moon Kingdom is in absolute ruins along with the rest of the Milky Way... the fact is, there’s still Magellan Castle.”
“Magellan Castle?” more than one person questioned; Pluto’s pupils merely dilating into pin-pricks in shock.
“Well, yes,” Nabiki replied. “It’s the Castle of Venus; in fact it’s Minako’s castle. And it’s still working, orbiting the planet like a Satellite, the last working outpost of the Silver Millennium,” she shrugged her shoulders. “I mean, Minako has had access to it since the beginning. Shouldn’t you people have been using it as a base of operations?” then off-handedly, in an almost joking fashion, she offered, “I mean, what have you been doing? Hiding out in a Shinto Shrine because you chose to ignore a fully prepared base of operations from which to plot the downfall of your enemies using advanced technology?”
With the Exception of Pluto who was trembling with barely restrained rage, and Sol whom was passed out cold, all eyes turned to the blonde with free-flowing hair once more.
“… I forgot?” she offered honestly.
“… We are so going to have a long talk after this,” Rei stated, eyes showing that any answer but ‘yes’ would not be accepted.
“We are severely off-topic here,” Pluto snarled.
Nabiki ignored her, focusing on the others. “Yep, and don’t forget to ask Pluto how come in the future, only one of you has had a child in a thousand years.”
The straight Senshi turned towards Pluto, questions in their eyes.
Haruka waved it off. “Gay and loving it, kind of missing what is required for that, and not really caring.”
Fanfic don’t fail me now, Nabiki thought. “You do realize—as proven by what our princess calls the ‘pink-haired spore’, that Senshi powers are mainly based through a matriarchal line.
“This means, of course, that you, my dearest Haruka, will indeed need that missing part sometime in the future, unless you want the powers of Uranus to end with you.
“Of course,” Nabiki stated, tapping a finger on her chin, “that could explain why Pluto was the only Outer left in said future.”
Now the lesbian couple was looking at Pluto.
“Please tell me I’m not going to be a thousand year old spinster,” begged Makoto.
“This is not the time for this!” Sailor Pluto replied, trying to get topic back to where it needed to be: just who were Sol and Terra!? “We need to get back to the main point! Don’t you see this woman is just guessing!?”
“Of course, Pluto,” Nabiki agreed, her cunning and guile honed over years of scamming students and martial artists aiding her considerably as she decided to derail the woman’s train of dialogue. “I am only guessing that both Usagi and Minako are bastards,” she said firmly.
Both blondes perked up considerably.
“In fact, both may even be outright sisters in full!” Nabiki declared firmly.
“WHAT!?” was the genuine consensus/Pluto rage.
“Well, think about it,” she stated, before she pointed to Minako. “When you first started as Sailor V, didn’t you think you were the Moon Princess? Your head even had the Sigil for the Moon on it; even Artemis called you it.”
“He did … he did,” the blonde said slowly, “until we went to Greece and we found out that I was not the Moon Princess but her double,” she sighed sadly. It was kind of nice having thought herself as the true princess.
“Really?” the insidious brunette inquired. “And you never mentioned this … why?”
A sweat-drop trailing down the side of her head, the blue-eyed blonde culd only humbly answer, “… I forgot?” Minako weakly offered in a small voice
“Hmm … seems to be A LOT of forgetting on your part,” the wily middle Tendo said with a demanding tone. “Powers, Castles, Royal Blood … MONEY!” she said that last one firmly as money meant everything to her. “How could a woman that took down an entire syndicate of evil aliens by herself … suddenly become so incompetent and cloud-headed?”
She then turned about and proclaimed, “I’LL TELL YOU WHY! BECAUSE OTHERWISE A TIME PARADOX WILL BE IN EFFECT!” She then pointed her finger at Pluto in a way that would have made Phoenix Wright proud. “ADMIT IT! YOU KEPT MINAKO FROM TAKING HER PLACE AS THE TRUE PRINCESS TO SAVE ALL OF REALITY!”
Pluto blinked her eyes once, twice, thrice. “… Oh, that is BULLSHIT!”
“Is it?” the brunette cooed. “Didn’t Chibi-Usa come back in time because not only had she stolen the Ginzuishou, but one of your time keys?” she asked in an accusing fashion. “Time is not supposed to be set, and yet in her coming back in time and bringing back enemies who were not supposed to be encountered yet, she created an absolute paradox! She would have caused the world to crash and burn if things weren’t allowed to play out correctly!” Her finger pointed again. “ADMIT IT! YOU HAD TO SCREW WITH MINAKO’S MIND TO DEVELOP A STABLE TIME-LOOP TO SAVE REALITY AND GUARANTEE CRYSTAL TOKYO AND THE SPORE!”
“Why would you do that, Pluto-mama?” asked a sniffling Hotaru.
“Man, I need popcorn,” stated an excited Haruka—this was better than anything Springer had done.
Rei was rubbing her forehead, trying to decide which blond might be better to follow into battle … and encountering her own Loop of logic.
“ENOUGH!” bellowed Pluto, loud enough to shake a few knickknacks.
“Maybe we should ask her about the Great Freeze, what causes that, and why you aren’t actively trying to—MURF!” Nabiki spoke, before being cut off by Pluto’s gloved hand clamping tightly over her mouth.
“Okay, now,” Pluto stated in a normal tone—showing just how far her patience had snapped, “you will be quiet, I will ask my questions, and if I don’t get answers, if I get one more insane, inane, question, I will seriously find out if our homeowner’s policy covers magical attacks and blood on the walls.”
Seeing everyone was quiet—and a little scared for their lives, at least enough to quietly finger their transformation items, she spoke once more. “Now, who are you, because I know for damned sure, that there were no plans for a Senshi of Earth, and I can assure you there was never any plans to create a warrior for Sol, Senshi or Knight.”
Nabiki gave her a hooded glare, before looking down at the hand on her mouth.
“If I remove this, will you try and distract us with another stupid question?” asked Pluto with a smirk that was just begging to unleash a violent act.
Nabiki shrugged.
Pluto growled in disgust. She was about to lower her hand when Minako spoke up.
“Even if she was trying to get the attention off of herself … she makes a good point,” Minako said firmly staring at the Senshi of Pluto. “How come I never thought to bring this stuff up to my friends before? At the very least, where the hell DID all my money go?”
Twitching irritably Pluto just glared at the brunette, who’s face she started squeezing.
Nabiki just gave the viridian-tressed Senshi a hooded glare in response.
“Minako, remember what I said just now?” Pluto asked, slowly focusing on the Senshi of Love. “Do we need to … chat, at this moment?”
“Nope!’ the blond squeaked, now hiding behind Makoto. She’s scary!
“Good,” Pluto purred. “Now, I will only ask this once, Ms. Nabiki Tendo, what—”
“WAIT!”
Slowly, Pluto focused her Doom Gaze on the princess. “… Anyone else, even Hotaru or Little Lady, would be dead and broken right now.
“So, what is so important that you needed to stop my Q&A?” she asked. Oh, she hoped it wasn’t a speech about being nice—she wasn’t sure she could take it at the moment.
“I get it!” Usagi stated, pounding her fist in her hand, ignoring the fact that Death was literally checking to make sure he had the right address before knocking. “Nabiki Tendo, Ranma Saotome; I know why those names sound so familiar!
“You are named after those characters in Ranma ½!”
Nabiki raised an eyebrow curiously. “Murrma nnhfff?” she questioned back.
Eyes going wide, it was Rei who was the first to pick up on just what Usagi was getting at. She looked back and forth between the brunette and the unconscious raven-haired and her violet-eyes, remembering how he had changed into a busty, shorter redhead, and her went wide with understanding. “Kami-sama! Usagi is right! It’s them! It’s Ranma and his true fiancée’s sister!!”
At the looks she looks she received from the others, Rei was quick to explain, “You’re looking at a card-carrying member of the, ‘Knights of the True Fiancée’! I have the entire collection of manga signed by writer and artist Rumiko Takahashi. I’m a HUGE fan of it; it was one of the best Shonnen Jump titles of its day!”
“… You expect me to believe we are dealing with characters from a comic?” Pluto asked. “Even more, that these characters have become true flesh and blood, entering reality, and all on top of you making them Senshi!?”
Rei shrugged. “In the series, Ranma changes gender due to hot or cold water due to a magical curse, and Nabiki is … well,” Rei stated, waving towards the brunette.
This of course caused Nabiki to narrow her eyes.
“What?” demanded Rei. “You were a one-dimensional ice queen with a black hole that sucked in all money. Don’t blame the reader, blame the creator.
“And as a Knight of the True Fiancée, I must support the Ranma/Akane pairing, and work against all that would impede such … namely your fathers and yourself, the other fiancées come in second.”
“… Does anyone else find it strange and wonder, perhaps, how two characters from a manga got here?” Michiru asked.
“I want to know how a character from a manga knew so much about us!” Pluto stated firmly. She looked towards Nabiki, demanding to know, “Will you answer if I release your mouth, Miss Tendo?”
Rolling her eyes, the brunette nodded her head slowly.
Smiling, the viridian-tressed woman asked, “There … was that so hard?” her gloved hand lowered from the woman’s mouth. “Speak.”
Glaring at Pluto a moment more, Nabiki turned her attention to look over the gathered Senshi. “Very simple. Where I come from, you people are a manga.”
Silence answered her as everyone just STARED at the comic character brought to life. “So what is it called, “Sailor Senshi”?” asked Makoto
“Actually, it started off as Pretty Soldier Sailor Moon by Naoko Takekuichi. It was decent enough, if a bit touchy-feely.”
“… What?” Rei dead-panned. “The series is named after the odango-head?”
“How do you think I feel have my series named after the aquatransexual jock?”
“I don’t know about the rest of you,” Mamoru started, “but I’m a little concerned about how easily we’re accepting that they’re story is true.
“I mean, we have no idea how they got here, or if perhaps—and I’m following the odds here—they are some new enemy after something from us.”
“Is it any more ‘out there’ than any of the other things we have faced or witnessed?” asked Ami.
“… Point.”
“But they’re Senshi now!” Usagi offered.
Mamoru rubbed his chest. “So was Galaxia.”
“But Sempai saved us … twice!” offered Hotaru.
“Right before he tried to rip us apart,” countered Haruka.
“To be fair,” Rei offered, “I’m betting he was going after Nabiki.”
“I still want answers on how you got here, assuming your story is true,” Pluto countered.
Smiling, Nabiki held out her hand. “¥,10,000 please.”
“…”
“Hey, can’t blame a girl for trying to make a living in a strange, distant land, far from all she knew, as she—GURP!”
“… If Pluto hadn’t covered her mouth, I would have,” Rei stated.
“Wow…” Usagi whispered as she looked at Nabiki. “It really IS like in the manga. Out to only cause trouble and scam people of their money and everything...”
Crossing her arms over her chest, Rei nodded in a very sage fashion. “Very true. We’ll need to be wary from now on... after all, Rumiko Takahashi stated there were only three truly evil people in Ranma 1/2: Happosai, Pantyhose Taro … and Nabiki Tendo!”
“… So I should hit her with my healing attack?” Usagi asked.
“… Couldn’t hurt,” Rei replied. “But we’d better get you stronger. Her darkness may surpass all our enemies, combined.”
Growling, Nabiki removed Pluto’s hand from her mouth. “That’s going to cost you, priestess; and I don’t mean that rocker boytoy you kept at the shrine.”
“Perhaps, we should not even have her answer,” Haruka spoke calmly. “If we want answers, ask the guy who can’t lie.”
“…” was all that came out from the surrounding people, except the light snore from Sol.
“What?” asked Haruka.
“Probably shocked that you suggested a well-thought out plan, considering how often your ideas required violence, leading to failure, and then Usagi reviving you,” Nabiki offered with a smirk.
Rei, however… “You’re a harem-option, aren’t you?” Damn perverts couldn’t just go with the true match-up!
Haruka shrugged. “Actually, I prefer the Ranma and Ryoga yaoi—they make a meaningful and happy couple,” she smirked. “Although there was this one ‘Hooker Ranko’ fanfic I read that was so sexy awesome!”
As everyone stared at her, Usagi chimed in with, “I actually am a supporter of the Harem-Option. Ranma is enough of a man to make everyone happy and they’d all be together forever!”
Moving close to her fellow blonde, Minako questioned, “Does this mean we can all have a turn with Mamoru?”
*GLOMP*!
“STEP OFF BITCHES! HE’S MINE!” the dual pony-tailed blonde hissed as she hugged her boyfriend tightly.
Rei just shook her head. Sure, everyone was fine with the harem option … until you were in the majority gender of that pairing.
Besides … didn’t Akane deserve a harem after all she put up with?
… Nah! Look what she has to choose from!
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