Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Phases ❯ Chapter 2
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By: shanejayell 
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Samurai | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 03.14.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 402 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Samurai | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 03.14.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 402 | Status: Completed
Makoto’s armor was heavy with sweat and caked on filth as the warrior princess strode through the camp. The chakram at her side bounced against her leather skirt, her long black hair swinging as she walked.
“M’lady,” the serving girl nodded as Makoto reached the tent, her skimpy dress hugging her sexy form.
‘Minako?’ Makoto blinked even as she heard herself ask, “Is the bath ready?”
Minako smiled respectfully, “Of course, ma’am.” She drew the flap of the tent aside to release sweet smelling steam, watching with interest as Makoto entered, “Would you like some assistance, mistress?”
“No,” Makoto said flatly, well aware of the woman’s hungry gaze. Undoing the straps and buckles of her armor a slight smile teased her lips as a thought occurred to her, “But stay nearby. I may call.”
“I live to serve,” Minako bowed again, slipping out of the tent with her graceful hips swaying seductively.
Hanging up her breast plate Makoto stripped off her leather armor, setting it and her weapons in easy reach before she slid naked into the hot water with a happy sigh. Bruises and cuts were soothed by the heat as she simply soaked, letting her aches flow away. After a time she pulled herself to a sitting position and began to wash, scrubbing away dirt and grime.
“Ho, girl,” Makoto called out gruffly as she rose, dripping from the water.
“Yes, ma’am,” Minako hurried in, scooping up a long towel as she saw Makoto’s nakedness. “Should I...?” she gestured with the cloth.
“Go ahead,” Makoto nodded as she stepped from the now cooling bath.
Gracefully Minako wrapped the towel around Makoto and began to dry her, her hands roaming over the taller woman’s sculpted muscles and strong flesh. Minako stepped closer as the smaller woman worked, her own sweet, sweaty scent a pleasant contrast to Makoto’s usual scents of leather and blood.
“Careful little one,” Makoto purred out a warning as the girl pressed up against her, the woman’s thin robe barely hiding her own sweetly shaped body, “teasing a tiger can be dangerous to your health.”
“Oh?” Minako’s look showed she was well aware of the teasing, and also hopeful of the possible consequences.
Makoto growled as she stopped the girl’s roaming hands in their stroking of her breasts, drawing her into a tight embrace. Her kiss was fierce, possessive, and Mikako seemed to almost swoon in Makoto’s strong arms. Uncaring where they were Makoto laid Minako on the ground nipping at her neck as Minako moaned breathlessly.
“They call you the conqueror,” Minako gasped as Makoto tore at her dress, “show me the truth of it!
....with a gasp Makoto came awake, sitting up in her bed as sweat soaked her body. “Minako?” she blurted, blinking as she tried to process the new memories.
Vividly Makoto remembered both the taking of the camp girl in the tent AND the nights that followed as Minako became her new favorite. A blush colored her face as some of the more explicit moments flash before her eyes and she groaned.
“I just pray Ami and the others aren’t having dreams like mine,” Makoto sighed as she got up from her sweaty bed and went to have a shower.
Phases: A Sailor Moon Fanfiction
Part Two
Ami Mizuno pushed up her glasses as she strode down the hall, her long hair in twin ponytails to go with her Chinese garb. She looked up as she saw and felt a familiar presence, opened her mouth to say Makoto but instead, “Morning Kanna.”
Kanna Kirishima smiled back at her, the slightly rumpled looking fighter yawning sleepily as she answered. “Morning Li.”
‘Li, yes, that’s me,’ Ami thought as she smiled back and impishly asked her, “So, had a rough night?”
“Sumire and I got into a fight again,” Kanna shrugged with a simple casualness, “we were arguing all night.”
‘Arguing?’ Ami wondered as she saw the red bite mark on Makoto’s neck and felt a startling surge of jealousy. ‘If they were fighting at all it was on the battlefield of a bed,’ she thought to herself as she said to her warningly, “You’d better watch it, Ogami might get upset if he finds out.”
“The Lieutenant doesn’t mind,” Kanna waved that off as she sauntered off, “now if you don’t mind, I need breakfast.”
Ami watched her go, cheeks flaming as she considered what Makoto and her lover might have been doing last night....
...then with a low moan Ami awoke, gazing up at her ceiling as a alarm clock loudly chirped away nearby. “I almost wish I had been able to hear the rest of it,” Ami sighed as she got up and got dressed.
Later that day, Ami finished relating a somewhat censored version of her dream. ‘I wonder what has Makoto so flustered?’ she thought, gazing at Makoto over the edge of her cup of tea.
“Well,” Luna said after a moment, the black cat blinking.
“I’m not sure if I should be embarrased or not,” Ami quietly admitted, her short blue hair swept back from her face.
“So who was it that Makoto sleeping with?” Minako asked the question that was on everyone’s mind.
“Mina!” Rei gave her a scolding look.
Minako quickly defended herself, “Hey, I’m alowed to be curious.”
“I’m pretty sure it was Michiru,” Ami said with a half smile.
“What?” Minako squeaked, clearly surprised.
“As far as I can tell,” Ami took off her glasses to rub at her eyes, “she was an actress named Sumire.”
“I bet Haruka wasn’t happy,” Rei noted after a moment, :”assuming she was even there.”
Makoto had that ‘inward’ look that both she and Ami got when they were searching their inherited memories. “I think she was,” she frowned.
“Maria Tachibana,” Ami agreed.
“The Russian gunslinger,” Makoto nodded in agreement
“And were the rest of us there?” Usagi asked eagerly.
“Yes, but you were a man,” Makoto noted with some amusement.
You could have heard a pin drop as everyone in the now silent room tried to process that startling idea.
“What?” Rei asked faintly.
“Ogami,” Ami agreed, “the Ensign who led us into battle.”
“Wow,” Mamoru blinked. The young man was still catching up on the whole reincarnation discussion, and he looked a bit stunned.
“So, we’re reincarnating as a GROUP?” Usagi asked quietly.
“It... kind of makes sense,” Artemis conceded after a moment.
“The souls of the royalty of the moon kingdom are connected,” Luna admitted, “it seems possible that you may have been drawn together in various life times.”
“Remind me to talk to Setsuna,” Ami noted, “as Sailor Pluto she might be able to offer some insight.”
“I assume she’s being reincarnated too,” Mamoru noted.
“Yeah,” Makoto blinked, the oddest look passing over her.
“What?” Rei asked impatiently.
“Maria Tachibana,” Ami said slowly, “was seeing a female officer....”
Makoto finished, “Who I’m pretty sure was Setsuna’s incarnation.”
“This just gets better and better,” Minako purred, nearly bouncing in her seat.
“Mina!” everyone shouted scoldingly.
To be continued....
Notes: The first sequence is, of course, a riff on the ‘Xena the conqueror’ period before the Xena Warrior Princess series started. She was a BAD girl and didn’t care who knew it. Heh. The second bit is a homage to Sakura Wars, another lovely almost all girl anime.
“M’lady,” the serving girl nodded as Makoto reached the tent, her skimpy dress hugging her sexy form.
‘Minako?’ Makoto blinked even as she heard herself ask, “Is the bath ready?”
Minako smiled respectfully, “Of course, ma’am.” She drew the flap of the tent aside to release sweet smelling steam, watching with interest as Makoto entered, “Would you like some assistance, mistress?”
“No,” Makoto said flatly, well aware of the woman’s hungry gaze. Undoing the straps and buckles of her armor a slight smile teased her lips as a thought occurred to her, “But stay nearby. I may call.”
“I live to serve,” Minako bowed again, slipping out of the tent with her graceful hips swaying seductively.
Hanging up her breast plate Makoto stripped off her leather armor, setting it and her weapons in easy reach before she slid naked into the hot water with a happy sigh. Bruises and cuts were soothed by the heat as she simply soaked, letting her aches flow away. After a time she pulled herself to a sitting position and began to wash, scrubbing away dirt and grime.
“Ho, girl,” Makoto called out gruffly as she rose, dripping from the water.
“Yes, ma’am,” Minako hurried in, scooping up a long towel as she saw Makoto’s nakedness. “Should I...?” she gestured with the cloth.
“Go ahead,” Makoto nodded as she stepped from the now cooling bath.
Gracefully Minako wrapped the towel around Makoto and began to dry her, her hands roaming over the taller woman’s sculpted muscles and strong flesh. Minako stepped closer as the smaller woman worked, her own sweet, sweaty scent a pleasant contrast to Makoto’s usual scents of leather and blood.
“Careful little one,” Makoto purred out a warning as the girl pressed up against her, the woman’s thin robe barely hiding her own sweetly shaped body, “teasing a tiger can be dangerous to your health.”
“Oh?” Minako’s look showed she was well aware of the teasing, and also hopeful of the possible consequences.
Makoto growled as she stopped the girl’s roaming hands in their stroking of her breasts, drawing her into a tight embrace. Her kiss was fierce, possessive, and Mikako seemed to almost swoon in Makoto’s strong arms. Uncaring where they were Makoto laid Minako on the ground nipping at her neck as Minako moaned breathlessly.
“They call you the conqueror,” Minako gasped as Makoto tore at her dress, “show me the truth of it!
....with a gasp Makoto came awake, sitting up in her bed as sweat soaked her body. “Minako?” she blurted, blinking as she tried to process the new memories.
Vividly Makoto remembered both the taking of the camp girl in the tent AND the nights that followed as Minako became her new favorite. A blush colored her face as some of the more explicit moments flash before her eyes and she groaned.
“I just pray Ami and the others aren’t having dreams like mine,” Makoto sighed as she got up from her sweaty bed and went to have a shower.
Phases: A Sailor Moon Fanfiction
Part Two
Ami Mizuno pushed up her glasses as she strode down the hall, her long hair in twin ponytails to go with her Chinese garb. She looked up as she saw and felt a familiar presence, opened her mouth to say Makoto but instead, “Morning Kanna.”
Kanna Kirishima smiled back at her, the slightly rumpled looking fighter yawning sleepily as she answered. “Morning Li.”
‘Li, yes, that’s me,’ Ami thought as she smiled back and impishly asked her, “So, had a rough night?”
“Sumire and I got into a fight again,” Kanna shrugged with a simple casualness, “we were arguing all night.”
‘Arguing?’ Ami wondered as she saw the red bite mark on Makoto’s neck and felt a startling surge of jealousy. ‘If they were fighting at all it was on the battlefield of a bed,’ she thought to herself as she said to her warningly, “You’d better watch it, Ogami might get upset if he finds out.”
“The Lieutenant doesn’t mind,” Kanna waved that off as she sauntered off, “now if you don’t mind, I need breakfast.”
Ami watched her go, cheeks flaming as she considered what Makoto and her lover might have been doing last night....
...then with a low moan Ami awoke, gazing up at her ceiling as a alarm clock loudly chirped away nearby. “I almost wish I had been able to hear the rest of it,” Ami sighed as she got up and got dressed.
Later that day, Ami finished relating a somewhat censored version of her dream. ‘I wonder what has Makoto so flustered?’ she thought, gazing at Makoto over the edge of her cup of tea.
“Well,” Luna said after a moment, the black cat blinking.
“I’m not sure if I should be embarrased or not,” Ami quietly admitted, her short blue hair swept back from her face.
“So who was it that Makoto sleeping with?” Minako asked the question that was on everyone’s mind.
“Mina!” Rei gave her a scolding look.
Minako quickly defended herself, “Hey, I’m alowed to be curious.”
“I’m pretty sure it was Michiru,” Ami said with a half smile.
“What?” Minako squeaked, clearly surprised.
“As far as I can tell,” Ami took off her glasses to rub at her eyes, “she was an actress named Sumire.”
“I bet Haruka wasn’t happy,” Rei noted after a moment, :”assuming she was even there.”
Makoto had that ‘inward’ look that both she and Ami got when they were searching their inherited memories. “I think she was,” she frowned.
“Maria Tachibana,” Ami agreed.
“The Russian gunslinger,” Makoto nodded in agreement
“And were the rest of us there?” Usagi asked eagerly.
“Yes, but you were a man,” Makoto noted with some amusement.
You could have heard a pin drop as everyone in the now silent room tried to process that startling idea.
“What?” Rei asked faintly.
“Ogami,” Ami agreed, “the Ensign who led us into battle.”
“Wow,” Mamoru blinked. The young man was still catching up on the whole reincarnation discussion, and he looked a bit stunned.
“So, we’re reincarnating as a GROUP?” Usagi asked quietly.
“It... kind of makes sense,” Artemis conceded after a moment.
“The souls of the royalty of the moon kingdom are connected,” Luna admitted, “it seems possible that you may have been drawn together in various life times.”
“Remind me to talk to Setsuna,” Ami noted, “as Sailor Pluto she might be able to offer some insight.”
“I assume she’s being reincarnated too,” Mamoru noted.
“Yeah,” Makoto blinked, the oddest look passing over her.
“What?” Rei asked impatiently.
“Maria Tachibana,” Ami said slowly, “was seeing a female officer....”
Makoto finished, “Who I’m pretty sure was Setsuna’s incarnation.”
“This just gets better and better,” Minako purred, nearly bouncing in her seat.
“Mina!” everyone shouted scoldingly.
To be continued....
Notes: The first sequence is, of course, a riff on the ‘Xena the conqueror’ period before the Xena Warrior Princess series started. She was a BAD girl and didn’t care who knew it. Heh. The second bit is a homage to Sakura Wars, another lovely almost all girl anime.