Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ The Moon, Mercury, and Manchester ❯ Locker Room Revelations ( Chapter 2 )

With that, she was off.

 

I went off the field and down the tunnel into the Manchester United dressing room, where Amy Anderson (apparently, she'd already made her secret identity known to the team) stood in the center. She was now clad in oxfords and a royal blue sleeveless knee-length summer dress with a white collared long-sleeved shirt under it for the English cold.

Roy yelled, “Here comes a man of the match! Come on, Carlo!”

The room cheered. Amy looked up at me and smiled widely at the players in my direction, and I grinned back.

 

The other players were talking amongst themselves excitedly while taking glances at Amy.

“My word, what an attractive lass.”

“She looks like she's a nice Japanese girl dressed in Irish clothes.”

“Do you see her face, Rio?”

“Yeah. She looks good when she's smiling with her mouth open!”

“Oy, Scholesy, do you have some of her makeup on your lips?”

“She didn't have lipstick, Phillip. And anyway, I snogged her on the cheek, not the lips.”

 

“Is everybody here?” Amy asked. The room fell silent, and some people nodded. She said, “The reporters need time to regroup, so they've moved the press conference back by at least 15 minutes. That should give us plenty of time for you to find out just what's going on.”

We looked half apprehensive and half excited.

I introduced the other players to Amy, with those who had fought the youma coming first. “By now, I'm sure you know me and David, but here's Ryan Giggs, our Team Wales midfielder/forward, midfielder Paul Scholes of Team England—I think you've seen him—”

“I have.” Amy said, smiling at David and Paul. “I went to the Argentina-England match in Sapporo last year at the World Cup.”

“You watched us play the Argies?” Paul asked, shocked.

“Oh, what a game that was!” I said. “Is that how you know him?”

“That's how, all right. He was Man of the Match!” Amy replied.

“Thanks!” Paul answered, going a tinge red.

“Oh, come on, Paul, don't get embarrassed over it, everybody I listened to about that game says you didn't have a touch that went wrong!” I said before continuing the introductions.

“And there's Ruud van Nistelrooy, our star striker. He plays for Team Holland-provides some deadly finishing, I'll tell you.” I said. “Last is Roy Keane, our skipper-used to captain Team Ireland. Okay, so he's got a bit of a temper, but you give that guy a challenge and he'll put some real effort into it.”

I finished introducing the rest.

Amy sat back. “Not a bad lineup! You say everyone who fought the demon is or was a member of a national team?”

“Everyone but me.” I said.

 

Paul said, “Excuse me.” Amy responded, “Yes, Scholesy?”

The whole room laughed at Amy knowing Paul's nickname, even Paul himself. When the noise had died down, Paul asked, “Who are you and why are you here, Amy?”

“It's a long story.” Amy replied. “Carlo, you seem to know the most about the Scouts' general mission, so could you introduce it?”

 

I said, “Okay.” I cleared my throat, got up, started walking around, and then began. “A few of you guys may have heard of a bunch of girls known as the Sailor Scouts who've been fighting evil in Japan. The Scouts are girls who've lived past lives as princesses throughout the solar system, from what I've heard. They have been warding off threats from an interstellar terrorist group known as the Negaverse for the past few years, serving as their sworn enemies.”

 

I stopped and looked at Amy, who nodded and stepped forward, surveying the room. She said,

“Now, what I am about to tell you is a secret that is paramount to our safety and the safety of your fans, so do not use it whatsoever in casual conversation until the threat is removed.”

 

The room expressed its assent, and I took a deep breath and looked at Amy. She said,

“I am Sailor Mercury, one of the Sailor Scouts. That also makes me the Princess of Mercury.”

 

Gasps ensued all around the room. Gary Neville paled and asked Amy in a stunned voice, “Oh, my giddy aunt. You're royalty?”

“Yeah.” She said.

The whole United locker room sat in stunned silence.

 

Amy continued, “A week ago, we learned that Queen Beryl, one of our first rivals, might be reincarnated to begin a new reign of terror in England, and we think that tonight's action was something of her warning shot, though even that was dangerous.”

David cut in. “Indeed. But why'd they hit Old Trafford, Amy? Why'd they go after us?”

Amy replied, “Your deaths would've caused a great moral blow to the public, and Queen Beryl would've seized the opportunity while your fans were paralyzed with grief. Also, there was the opportunity of wiping out about 60,000 people at the very least. Adding to that, I'm arguably the weakest Sailor Scout in terms of brute strength, and they wouldn't have missed the chance to try and take me out of action when I was alone. That makes what you did tonight possibly that much more crucial.”

 

The silence sank in even more to the point that you could have heard a pin drop onto one of the benches. Every eye in the locker room was now on Amy. Coach Sir Alex Ferguson spoke up and said, “Well, Miss Anderson, it's a pleasure to have you with us, even in this dark hour. We play the winner between Juventus and Barcelona here in a week-what do you want us to do?”

 

“Juventus!” Amy exclaimed. “Juventus of Turin, you mean?”

“Yeah.” I said. “Juventus, Juve, call it what you like. But what's with that?”

“Well, Carlo, it's time I dropped another bomb on this room.” Amy said, grinning slightly. “I'm not the only Sailor Scout on active duty in Europe. Another one just arrived in Spain to suppress another possible attack at the Juventus-Barcelona match.”

“Good God!” I exclaimed before I could stop myself. “Let me guess-you're telling us that Sailor Moon's in Barcelona as we speak?”

“Yeah.” Amy answered. “Nice guess.” She grinned slightly.

The room erupted into a commotion.

“Wait a moment!” Paul yelled above the noise. The room quieted quickly. He asked, “Amy, who's this Sailor Moon that Carlo's talking about? Is she a friend of yours?”

“She is.” I said. Paul looked at me, and I continued, “Sailor Moon is the Sailor Scouts' skipper.”

“Blimey.” Paul said. “How good is she?”

“Very good.” Amy replied. “She may not seem the part, but she's our best girl.”

“Wicked.” Paul said tremulously.

“Hang on, Amy.” Ryan said, holding up his hands. He seemed to have caught on to the whole business. “So you're also telling us that there could be a meeting between you two here in Manchester?”

“Yes.” Amy answered.

“Good God, this is like, unreal.” I said.

If you had told me this was going to happen, my answer would have been, “I wish, but man, that would be cool.” But it was happening: in the span of twenty minutes, we'd dusted Real Madrid from behind, met Sailor Mercury, helped her repulse a Negaverse attack on Old Trafford, and now she was telling us that Sailor Moon was in Barcelona in the event of an attack during the Juventus Vs. Barcelona match tomorrow. The sheer shock of it all had me just reeling, and I don't think I was alone by any means to say the least.

 

“What does this Sailor Moon look like?” David asked.

“Very pretty, if she looks anything like Amy!” Roy said.

“Want to see?” Amy said, and she pulled something aquamarine out of her pocket.

“What is that?” David asked.

“Watch and see!” I said.

 

It was her mini supercomputer. We heard some typing noises before Amy turned it so that it was facing David. “There she is, Becks. This is my friend, Serena Tsukino.”

 

David, Roy, and I all leaned in to look.

“Blimey, you don't see a girl fix her hair like that every day.” David said.

“I'll say.” I said, understanding his reaction to the unusual double-ball-and-ponytail hairdo.

“Wow, she doesn't lack much in the way of beauty, either!” Ryan said.

 

In the next chapter—"Standing United and Enter Juventus":

The Red Devils are becoming increasingly nervous over the Negaverse threat, but none more so than their 15-year-old American ace, narrator Carlo Santos. Will one of his heroes in Amy be able to help?

Also, Sailor Moon takes the field in Barcelona-along with Juventus. Expect Alessandro Del Piero, Edgar Davids, Pavel Nedved, David Trezeguet, Lilian Thuram, Ciro Ferrara, and another young star like Carlo.