~One Dark and Perverted Night~
PART 2: "Is it a Felony if You're Friends?"
Rei looked around at everybody slightly pleadingly. She missed the conniving glow in Haruka's eyes, instead focusing on pinning each fellow warrior with a glare. "Well I don't know about everyone else-" a pause, where the other three Inners gulped at the sudden and intense fire creeping onto Rei's expression- "but I'm sick of the original Truth or Dare. Especially when subjected to victim status... considering no one else had to endure being licked."
She chose to leave out "play it or else", but all present heard the hidden threat hanging in the air. Rei packed quite a hefty fire supply, and it was incontrovertible that there was truth to Usagi's favorite "pyro" insult. Rei got very scary when she was mad... even Ami felt the urge to crap her pants when the priestess met eyes with her using that tone!
"Errrr, alright. In light of Rei-chan's opinion, we'll switch up the rules a little bit," Ami said to Haruka. Best throw some ashes onto that fire before someone got hurt!
"So, I'm going to dare *all four* of you to do something, and in return, you can dare Michiru and I to do whatever your whims desire. Is that fair?" Haruka asked. There was the evil glint in her pupils again.
"It... sounds fair," Minako said uncertainly, glancing around at her comrades. "Wanna do it, guys?"
"I'm game," Makoto eagerly intoned, cracking her knuckles.
"Anything to pay Haruka-san back for savoring my feet," Rei agreed darkly, and the aforementioned sandy-blonde threw up her hands.
"Hey! Hey! Take that up with Ami-san, Raven!"
Rei grimaced at the new nickname, but sent telepathic daggers Ami's way. The blunette blushed, but it was hard to become furious at such an innocent, inexperienced Truth or Dare tyro.
"Looks like they all concur. Haruka, Your Highness of the Sick and Twisted Mind, what dare are you going to bestow on our young Senshi?" Michiru inquired playfully, lazily watching as the wheels in Haruka's brain spun up a delicious scenario.
"I dare the four of you," Haruka began, catching the quartet with a steady eyesweep, "to stake out for one night in our dear Prince Endymion's closet. WITHOUT being caught. How you get in there is up to you, but I'll be checking up with Mamoru-san the next day to see if anything suspicious happened. I'm sure finding a few magically endowed adolescents in his closet would be a source of discussion and query on his part, wouldn't you agree?"
Silence reigned for a full minute after that disclosure. Michiru was the one to finally break it with delirious laughter.
"Yeesh, lighten up, girls! You're all acting as if Haruka's just sentenced you to death by disembowelment! It's just a dare, and a pretty easy one at that, if you ask me! I'm sure the *great Sailor Senshi* can last a night undercover! You're trained for stealthy espionage, right? My, you'd be letting Luna and Artemis down if you don't follow through..."
"Not to mention miss the opportunity to dare us, be forever labelled 'chickens', and, uh... go down in our history books as cowardly Sailor Senshi!" Haruka tacked down on her fingers, exaggerating a little bit on the last one. She really didn't want them to flounder out of this experience! No, the stories afterward would send her into hysterics for days!
Minako whined a little. "I don't wanna be a chicken!"
"Right, because it'd pop that fragile little ego of yours," Makoto rolled her eyes at the flaxen. "Sure."
"B-but," Ami stuttered, staring at Haruka with something akin to horror smeared across her countenance, "what if we see Mamoru-san n-n-naked?"
More quiescence, then Rei's room erupted in raucous chuckling.
"Oh, Ami-chan! So innocent..." Rei sighed, shaking her head.
"Isn't that sort of the point, Ami-chan?" Minako leered, standing up and swaying her hips seductively in mockery of the ebony head whose closet they'd be inhabiting. "Getting to see our Prince in his birthday suit... blackmail Usagi-chan... it's all good!"
"Besides, you can just cover your eyes if you catch sight of something that'd scar your mind," Makoto snickered. "We can warn you if you want."
"Oh, this is gonna be so much fun! Suddenly I'm looking forward to this little dare!" Minako giggled.
Ami just sighed, resting her chin on the crook of her palm.
This was not heading in the proper direction. Not at all.
"Poor Usagi-chan," she mumbled. "A band of immoral, lecherous, whores-for-Senshi behind her. What a great lot we are."
Meanwhile, Makoto and Minako were dancing around the room behind her, taking up a chant. "We get to see Mamoru-san in his hot-'n'-sexy-birthday-suit! We get to see Mamoru-san in his hot-'n'-sexy-birthday-suit!"
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"Could someone remind me again... *why* exactly we're doing this?" Ami panted- or rather Sailor Mercury- as the girl jumped from rooftop to rooftop. The Sailor Senshi really needed to work out more; when the adrenaline that accompanied battle wasn't rushing through her veins, this was actually *hard*. Hey, you try bounding fourty feet in one go! It's terrifying flying over Tokyo at night!
"Because," Sailor Mars grunted as she tagged along behind the pedantic, "this is a chance for revenge, and our two whores back there are giddy at the chance to see our Prince naked!" Jupiter and Venus were a little farther back, quarreling about something that sounded suspiciously like 'Mamoru-san' and 'I thought *you* were supposed to bring the camera!'
"Hurry up!" Mars hollered impatiently. "We haven't got all night!"
"Correction," Mercury fairly interrupted. "We do." Mars just rolled her eyes. Both teens lagging behind scowled darkly, but hastened their pace. Everyone stopped when Azabu Apartments came into view, perching themselves on the edge of an office building. From this vantage point, they could almost see into Mamoru's darkened bedroom. No doubt the man was still hard at work... working. In whatever area he was focusing in now. Venus rallied for modeling, but Mercury disagreed- she believed he was at class, studying to become a doctor. And Jupiter had a hankering that he was a waiter still. Mars just grumbled; she said they'd ask Usagi the All-Knower of All Things Mamoru (except of course his own birthday) later. Right now, she had a more pressing issue to broach.
"One," Mars scolded, "there will be no cameras involved tonight. Do you know the trouble we'd get into if Usagi ever set eyes on those photos!?"
"But blackmail-" Venus whined, and Jupiter finished eagerly,
"...is fun!"
"*No*. And two, how the *hell* are we getting into Mamoru-san's bedroom unseen, might I ask?" This query was directed more at Mercury than anyone else. Mars didn't even want to *know* the dirty and utterly implausible ideas her other comrades harbored.
"Well, one possibility is going in donned as civilians. But, that raises many a question with the doorman. I'm sure he'd bring it up with Mamoru-san if four women attempted breaking and entry," Mercury reasoned logically, tapping her cheek. The Senshi sighed. This was *so* much harder than it had seemed earlier. Mercury suddenly gasped.
"Oh my God!"
"WHAT!?" everyone shouted in concern, worried when their friend suddenly went pale. She was gazing rather listlessly- seeing and not seeing- into their Prince's apartment.
"Is it Mamoru-san?"
"Did he see us?"
"Is he naked?"
"Is it big?"
"Is it hair-"
"Okay, okay, we don't need to get specific!" Mars yowled, covering her ears. "My mental images are growing incredibly graphic!"
"It's just..." Mercury breathed, chewing ravenously on her lip, "we're going to be breaking and entering! That's like... a felony!"
"We're Sailor Senshi, Ami-chan!" Jupiter chuckled, patting her friend on the arm. "We can't be arrested! At least... I don't think we can... Hmm, we need a rule book. Like, 'we save the world's arse every fricking day, so therefore we can't be put in jail'... yeah, that'd be sweet; open many a door... heh heh heh heh...." The brunette stared off into space, daydreaming about all the crimes she could commit if her book became a reality. Venus unfortunately took up where the brawny one left off.
"Besides... it's not a felony if we're friends with the guy, right? Mamoru-san wouldn't mind... not *really*, at least..."
"Hmm, then you go ask him if we may watch him from the innards of his closet then," Mars sniffed. She eyed the anxious Mercury kindly; consolingly. "Don't worry. If we get arrested that means Mamoru-san caught us, and if Mamoru-san catches us word will spread to Haruka-san, and I won't let Haruka-san find out so therefore we won't get caught!"
"Bravo! A run-on sentence that made little to no sense! I congratulate you on your brilliance, oh mage of Fire!" Jupiter mock-commended, returning from fantasy. "It's high time we stopped wasting moonlight and get into Mamoru-san's closet before he comes home."
"Agreed," Mars said, and she dragged Mercury along. "We'll use the balcony- safest way- and pick through whatever lock's there. I'm sure Mako-chan knows how-"
"What? You'd assume that of *me*!?" Jupiter cried, affronted.
"You know I'm right," Mars pointed out, raising her brow.
Jupiter grinned. "Got me there."
"What other secrets have you been hiding from us, girl?" Venus prodded, and Jupiter blushed.
"Nothing!" she replied, voice a little too high-pitched to be believable. "I've never been to jail! I'm still a virgin! I- hey, why are you guys coughing and snickering like that! I am a virgin... I am!"
The pronounced hacking behind gloved hands escalated violently.
"Oh, shut up. Enough about me! Let's go commit a felony!" the green-eyed warrior cheered.
TBC
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