Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Diamond Dog ❯ A Kiss On The Hand Can Be Quite Continental... ( Prologue )

(A/N: Well anyhoo, a fair warning: This fic is....well....not your average DBZ/SM crossover. It is dark, and in some ways, a bit depressing. It is kind of based off some neighbors of mine that used to live across the street from me. You'll see what I mean as you read on. So, I don't own either anime, and with that said READ ON!!)

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The black stretch limo pulled up to the alley corner, and came to a halt. The back door opened and a petite blond woman was shoved out. She watched as it sped away. She stood up and tried to shake some of the dust off her red cocktail dress. She took her hair out of it's slopped buns, and get out the smell of sweat and past incidence. She looked at all the scratches and cuts on her fore arms and cringed. Her last client hadn't been very gentle. But she remembered the wad of hundred dollar bills that were wrapped around her fingertips, and smiled. It as all worth it to her, anything was worth the money......anything.

"Damnit, I told that Son of a bitch to drop me off before 7:00 so I could take a shower before my first hour class," she muttered to no one in particular. The sound of her sandals clacked as she walked down Bridgewood boulevard.

"Mr. Son is going to kill me if I'm late to another one his classes..."

The nineteen year old waved her hand to flag down a taxi. The driver checked her up and down and gave a perverted chuckle.

"Hey baby, this one's me."

She gave a combination of a sneer and a smile, and got in the backseat. She was, indeed, a looker, even she could admit that. Her almost silver hair fell down in waves, originally set in the double buns that she was known for. Her eyes shimmered and sparkled like a pair of sapphires that seemed to reach inside and examine your very soul. Her lips were the shape, the color, and the softness of rose petals that flittered in the air as they were torn from it's stem. And it all pulled together to fit her peach-skinned face. Yes, she was quite known for her beauty, and it was what she lived off of.

The driver turned around. "Where to?"

"K.O. University, it's around the corner two blocks-"

"-Off of Fistine Avenue? Got it."

She smiled and looked out the left window at her passing surroundings. Tree, car, car, bus, tree, tree, bus, car, car, university building. She quickly got out of the car and shut the door.

The driver stuck his head out of the window. "So what about you and me get a moche after your class?"

Usagi smiled. "So what about you just get bent?"

She gave a scoff as the driver flipped her the bird and drove off. She climbed the stairs, changed in the bathroom, and made it to her first hour class all within the whole of five minutes.

Gohan dropped his piece of chalk. It was his second week of teaching. He himself had just graduated a year ago. It was surprising enough when he got a call from his old collage, but to ask him to teach! Especially since the subject was mythology, one that had never interested him very much. It was only a part time deal, with little pay, but any income was better than none. He and Videl had finally gotten an apartment together, and they needed some fuel for the fire.

"....So does everyone get the metaphor behind the story of Icarus? Miss Tsukino? Usagi?"

He had noticed the blond girl in the front nodding off to sleep. Why wouldn't she? She had been up all night with "work." Gohan shook his head and picked up three near-by textbooks and dropped them to the floor, instantly waking up the sleeping rabbit.

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't sleep through the middle of one of my classes."

Usagi was only half-awake, so hazy that she wasn't really sure of who she was talking to. So she said what she usually said to people she didn't know.

"Fuck off."

Gohan's eyebrows narrowed as a chorus of "ooos" went through the classroom.

"Excuse me?"

Usagi's view finally came in focus as the image of her mythology teacher appeared in front of her.

Oh shit.....I'm in trouble....

"Do you think you stay awake now?" he asked, his fingers rapping on the desk.

She nodded very quickly and stuttered a "yes." Her eyes attempted to divert back to her textbook.

He walked back to his desk. "Now on the subject of Hephaestus......"

Usagi breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn't afford to screw up this class, it was her last chance. She needed this to complete her number of collage credits needed to graduate with the rest of her class.

She glared at her mythology teacher.

Who does he think he is? He's only two, three years older than the rest of us. He's just a little punk behind a big desk, with a nice title. He doesn't know anything about the real world. He doesn't know how it feels to lose the people you love, realize your "destiny" is a crock, and become a hero to nothing within the whole of a year. Little twurp. I'm sure he's saved the world....

Of course Usagi didn't know how very wrong she was. Gohan had kept his little secret of his Saiyan identity well kept. To the rest of the world he was just another regular Joe. The rest of the class Usagi had managed to keep herself awake by counting the number of times the boy on her left would scratch the back of his head. At the end, Gohan called Usagi up to the front of his desk. He seemed a little nervous.

"Miss Tsukino, I'm concerned about your current grade. Right now you're on the border line of failure. Your little slumber in class didn't really help either. I'm going to suggest a tutor."

Usagi rolled her eyes.

Not this speech again.

How many times had she heard this? Usually when a teacher told her she needed "tutoring," the only tutoring they were ever serious about was in the bedroom. An 'A' for sex.....worth it.

She sighed. "Where's your house?"

"Why? I was talking about one of these people off the volunteer tutor's list."

Usagi's face flushed.

Wow, he was actually serious....

Gohan raised an eyebrow. "What did you think I was talking about?"

"N-nothing, I gotta go," she stuttered, and exited the room.

Gohan shook his head, he didn't know what was wrong with that girl. She always looked either insanely hyper, or looked like she was dieing. She somehow managed to interrupt his classes at least once a week with some kind of business. There were rumors constantly surrounding her, he didn't think she'd ever get her act together. But he thought, no, he knew she was hiding something, or lots of things. Just like he was.... But only one thought could ever enter his mind every time he looked at her.

She has got the most beautiful blue eyes....

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Usagi decided to take the bus instead of a cab this time, she might actually haave to pay for the running meter this time. She sat in the very back, so no one would notice her shaking. It was uncontrollable, but she knew why. It was her own damn fault.

That stupid needle.....how did I ever get hooked on that thing....

She watched impatiently out the window, waiting for her bus stop. She had calls to make, things to do. After what seemed like hours, (though it was only minutes), the bus finally departed a block from her house. She hurrily raced up the steps to her rat-hole apartment. She threw open the door to her living room, if that's what you want to call it, only to find her three year old daughter asleep on the couch, the television blaring to the theme song of Blue's Clues.

Usagi came down and sat next to her, gently stroking her hair. She hated leaving her all alone in the apartment the entire afternoon, but she could never find a babysitter.

Rei was constantly running the shrine.

Ami had become a neurosurgeon.

Makoto always had her appearances on the cooking channel.

Haruka had become the first woman to compete in NASCAR.

Michiru still had her concerts.

Puu was still...well...Puu.

Hotaru wasn't even ten years old yet.

And Minako....Minako, she hated with all her heart. Yeah, sure, now she was making Sailor V movies left and right, but she hadn't always been that way. She had once been just like her, she was the very person who had gotten her into all this mess. But Minako had gotten out, leaving the poor little bunny behind to eat her dust.

Some talent scout had discovered her in a coffee shop one day. He said she had a beautiful body, and the makings of a star, which she did. However, the talent scout was totally unaware that she was an ex-superhero, now prostitute, but that didn't stop him from signing her up anyways.

Now Usagi was the only one left in Crossroads with an unstable flow of income, failing her collage courses, left as a single parent. Social Services had already stopped by her apartment about a week ago when they heard a three year old was staying completely by herself all day long without any supervision. Usagi was sure it would only be a matter of time before they took Chibi-Usa away from her. They would look through her record and find out about her "occupation," and why there were so many punctures on her left and right forearms.

Despite all the serious issues, there was only on thing she could really keep her mind on: Her mythology teacher, Son Gohan. Even though she did think of him as a wanna-be substitute, behind the suit and tie, he did have some cuteness factors. He was, though he looked much older, only three years her senior. She also knew there was something else about him, something abnormal.

She remembered one day in class, he was furious at some dopey kid named Mike. Mike was known for his klutziness, and that day it shone. He somehow managed to knock down every single bookcase in Mr. Son's study. Because Usagi's eyes were so quick, she was probably the only on to notice a very small beam of light flash from his hand and take out a large chunk of the building. He had his secrets alright, and she was going to find out every one of them.

She had a plan, a very deceitful plan, but never-the-less a plan. She knew he didn't make very much money as a teacher, but his fiancee was loaded. Her father was Mr. Satan, the richest dude in town. Usagi knew that Gohan was secretly attracted to her. The way he would take a glance at her, then look away like had been thinking something completely innocent. Usagi could work off that attraction with a little flirtation. She knew, that with her looks and powers of seduction, she could become his mistress in two weeks, three tops. The money he got from Videl, she could get from him, and give up this soulless existence of a whore. And with all that money, she might be able to keep her daughter, the only thing she had left.

She smirked to herself as she thought of how much she reminded herself of Sigourney Weaver and Jennifer Love Hewitt in the movie Heartbreakers.

Who said Minako's the only one who can act?"

Her smirk turned into a smile as her daughter nuzzled into her chest, her pink hair clouding her face.

"My little girl....you were suppose to be so much more. You were suppose to be a princess. I don't know how the gears of fate got off track, but they did. If only your father hadn't put that revolver to his temple..."

Usagi still remembered that day when Pluto came, telling her that Crystal Tokyo was no more. That Mamoru's death had completely dissolve the future. Usagi felt a bit sorry for Puu, always the bearer of bad news. But Usagi tried to put on a happy face, and think of her plan again.

"You'd better watch out Mr. Son....Hurricane Usagi is coming through...."

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To Be Continued.........

(A quick note from the authoress) THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT!! *Yes people, I know, I have completely screwed over the character of Usagi Tsuskino. I know she wouldn't (most likely) become a whore-on-heroine, but your allowed to make people a little OOC, right? Isn't that the point of Fan fiction, that it's suppose to be FICTION? Plus, I'm getting a little tired of the standard DBZ/SM crossover. Usagi/Serena somehow falls into the DBZ dimension through a video game, or a microwave, or whatever. Or that she wishes on the Ginzushou/Silver Crystal to find her "true soul mate."

Then she falls hopelessly in love with her dream guy (A/N: Trunks, Vegeta, or Gohan....occasionally Goku). Then they train her and find that she's a long, long, long lost Saiyan, and that Queen Serenity (the first) slept with the King of Vegeta-sei or something. Then Usagi and Trunks, or Usagi and Vegeta, or Usagi and Gohan go off to fight evil Mamoru/Darien and evil inners (the outers never seem to be evil in any of these).

Usagi always comes off as perfect, can do no harm, the most beautiful person on the face of the Earth. Has anyone stopped to think that she isn't? That she can screw up as easily as the next person? Everyone has their faults, EVERYONE, which is precisely what this fic is about. I wanted to twist Sailor Moon's character. Now, fellow authors, please do not be offended by what I've just written. I'm a thirteen year old with frizzy hair that bitches about everything. I didn't mean to insult anybody if their fic is sort of like the summary of the one above. I just wanted to explain why Usagi's character is so warped. So there, I've warned and given an explanation, so if you still want to leave a flame, go ahead. I dare 'ya. I think I've talked enough now, so I'm going to leave the rest to you.*

"Don't compromise yourself, you're all you've got...."

--Janis Joplin

~Flirtatious Flamingo~