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"Me either. It’s too hard. I wish they all didn’t look so good," Yuki sighed.
"I know what you mean…no wait…I want that one!!! The cutest one!!" Annika said stretching a long finger in the direction all the other girls were now watching.
"Oh no you don’t! I saw him first, he’s mine!" Oola yelled, scrambling over the white-haired Senshi. The sight of any kawaii boy has been known to drive a female Sailor Jedi crazy. And watching them walk by was a particular treat. Today was no exception.
The boy in question was tall, possessing deep blue eyes and jet black hair. He had his hands in his pockets and was lazily strolling down the main thoroughfare on Naboo. Yuki and Kyoko turned to each other, "That can’t possibly be..." they said in unison.
"Who?" Audra wondered. She was sitting directly behind Mori, eating blue Gungan water candy. Quite noisily, at that.
"Mamo-chan!!!" again they yelled in unison. The two girls scrambled to their feet and started running. They had to catch Oola and Annika, who were getting closer to the poor boy. Audra shrugged her shoulders, then turned her attention back to her box of candy.
Out of breath, Oola reached him first, taking him by surprise. "Ex…cuse…me…but…my…name…is…-" She didn’t have time to finish her introduction before a pair of hands shoved her out of the way.
"Hi…I’m…Ann…ika….it’s…nice…to….-"
Shove. A slightly more in breath Yuki stood in front of the shocked boy. "Oh, hello. I’m Yuki, remember me from Earth, that one time? Remember? What are you doing here?"
Shove. "Ignore her, Mamo-chan. She’s been drinking too much nectar. I’m Kyoko."
He shook his head, his black hair tousling about his head. "I think you have me mistaken with someone else. I’m sorry."
"Oh, don’t be silly, Mamo-chan. Of course it’s you."
He smiled, "I’m sorry. Really, I am, but you have me mistaken. My name is Miharu. But, it’s nice to meet you anyway." He walked away, leaving them mystified.
"You know, he was a little taller than Mamo-chan, plus he had a British accent," the ice blue haired Yuki stated with a frown.
"Do you know what this means Yuki?" Kyoko said, her eyes lighting up.
"What if there’s a Mamoru on every planet?" They sighed dreamily.
"Oh, where did the handsome man go?" Annika frowned brushing her clothes free of grass.
"I bet you they scared him away!" Oola said, also getting up.
Yuki looked frustrated. "I think we all scared him off. Four crazy girls, running up to him like that… Oh yeah, we spooked him good."
"Plus, he’s not who we thought he was," Kyoko shrugged.
"Who cares? He was gorgeous!" said Oola.
"So let me get this straight. He looked like Mamoru, then your four
circus clowns terrified him into running away?" Kairiku furrowed her
brow.
"No. Well, sort of. But it’s not my fault!" Annika wailed.
Oola sat with her arms crossed. "You know, we definitely had some chemistry going before you three butted in!"
"Chemistry? Oola, you looked like a panting lunatic!" Kyoko said, folding her arms too. "Anyway, he was making eyes at me."
"What?? Are you crazy? You? I don’t think so…" she trailed off. Six of the girls were sitting in a small local cantina. They were trying to enjoy a performance by local boy band, N’aboo, before the conversation turned to that morning’s incident. Kyoko, Oola, Chikako, Annika, Kairiku, and Ippin turned their attention back to the music and begun arguing once again over the cutest member of the group.
"Jason is the cutest, by far!" Annika said.
Ippin put her palm to her forehead and sighed, "Oh Annika. Could you be any more wrong? Greg is totally the hottest."
"No way! Look at Jason’s blonde, curly, afro! That says it all!"
"OK, the afro not withstanding-" Ippin began. Oola stopped listening the minute she saw Priire and Kousotsu enter the building. Her heart felt heavy as lead at the sight of the man she loved. She watched as they took a private table in the corner. It’s not fair, she thought. Why does she get to have him? One day he’ll love me the way I love him. She got lost in daydreams and failed to realise Priire had come over to say hello.
"Priire to Oola? Hello?" Oola looked up to see the blonde pilot’s glowing face. The face of a girl in love.
Oola frowned. "Oh. Hi Priire." She threw on a happier face. "How are you?"
"I’m fine. I was bored, so I dragged Kousotsu to this place. I remember you guys saying you would be here. Even though I detest boy bands I thought I’d give it a go…just this once," she laughed.
They chatted for a bit longer before Priire excused herself. Oola didn’t notice, and if she did, she wasn’t sure she would have moved her foot that was casually extended. Priire tripped and fell, crashing into a nearby table. Blue milk poured down her new dark purple shirt and her head became a new home for a warm plate of noodles and nerfballs. Kousotsu rushed over to help her up. Oola apologised profusely. "I’m so sorry Priire. I didn’t know you were walking there…I didn’t mean to…" She fought back the amusement in her voice. She was friends with Priire; she loved her as a sister. But Priire had the one thing Oola wanted more than anything else, so to see Priire embarrassed every once in a while in front of Kousotsu was splendid.
The music had stopped and groups of young girls were shooting evil stares at the senshi while they cleaned off the very mad Priire.
"I’m going back to the Dreamer to change. I can’t sit here smelling like a waste disposal," Priire stated.
"Oh, you smell worse than that!" Oola mentioned. Priire shot her a look. "Sorry."
"I’ll come with you," Kousotsu said.
"No, no. You stay here and enjoy this, I’ll be back." She turned and stomped out of the venue, insulting people on the way. Kousotsu made a face at the band; this music wasn’t exactly his favourite. He only came to spend time with Priire, which was now ruined. He pulled up a seat and sat next to Oola, who almost squealed out loud. The band was testing their instruments again, getting prepared to sing their biggest hit, "See ya later, See ya later, See ya later." The first few notes played and the band started their ‘puppet-on-a-string dance’ that accompanied the beginning strains. Oola rolled her eyes. Kousotsu noticed and asked her, "You don’t like this stuff either?"
"No," she smiled at him.
"Good. I didn’t want to leave by myself. Let’s get out of here. We can take a walk." Oola’s legs shook as she stood up from the table. The other girls didn’t notice they were gone until a few minutes after they left.
Priire came back wearing a long sleeved black shirt and, as always, her matching black gloves. She tapped Ippin on the shoulder to ask for the whereabouts of her boyfriend.
"Huh? Oh, he and Oola left. They don’t like this music. Can you believe that?? They have NO taste! I think they mentioned something about a walk." Priire turned around to leave to go find them when Ippin grabbed her arm.
"No, Priire…Stay with your sister!"
"I don’t think so, Ippin. I hate this…oh, don’t make sad baby Ewok eyes at me! Don’t! Oh…all right, I’ll stay. But just for a minute." A minute ended up being the whole show.
"Admit it, you liked them!" Chikako teased.
"Um…no."
They started singing the chorus of one of the songs,
"Don’t really wanna make it tough
I just wanna tell you that I’ve had enough
Might sound crazy, but it ain’t no lie,
See ya later, see ya later, see ya later."
"That doesn’t even rhyme!!" Priire was exasperated. Kousotsu and Oola were walking up the street holding books. Oola frowned when she saw Priire and realised her fun with Kousotsu was over. His eyes lit up and he smiled when he saw the blonde pilot standing with her arms crossed.
"And just where we you two?" she asked jokingly.
"We ditched the - I guess you call it music - and went to the bookstore." He kissed Priire on the cheek. "Look what Oola found."
"Oh that’s right!" She smiled as she held up a calendar. "Look, it’s an us calendar! The Senshi have a calendar! And look at this other stuff, I found Sailor Jedi playing cards, fans, a magazine, and some manga!"
"Manga? Sailor Jedi manga? Hoth!! Let me see!" Kyoko exclaimed, snatching it from the Twi’lek girl.
"Where did they get all these pictures of us?" Chikako wondered. She flipped the deck of playing cards around in her hands. "Hey, some of these are drawn…by an artist!"
"Really? Who?" Annika asked.
"I’m not sure, but whomever it was signed their initials. C.M."
Oola spun her head around to see Kousotsu and found him standing under a street lamp with his arm around Priire. Destined love stinks, she thought. Kairiku hooked her arm around Oola’s free one and dragged her off to talk about the boy band. Despite herself, Oola laughed and had a good time watching the other girls fawn over the boys and sing their songs.
"Where was that bookstore, Oola? I just have to get my own calendar! Can you believe the Chibis got April? It’s that great?" Kairiku said, still pulling her along. Every time Annika tried to read over Kyoko’s shoulder, the blue-haired girl would shoo her away. Chikako was still amazed by the cards, and Ippin was admiring her pretty face that adorned one of the fans.
They sang into the long into the night, occasionally adding songs from other artists, "Uh-oh, I Must’ve Done it Once More" by Critney Jeers and "Gungan in a Bottle," by Blisstina Gagulara.
"I’m a Gungan in a bottle baby, come, come, come on and let mesa out!" they belted.
"Shut up!" Oola laughingly yelled, covering her ears with a pillow.
They sang louder while Priire fired up the Black Fire Dreamer. Annika came in with a big bowl of pudding right as the Dreamer lifted off, causing her to fall and dump the pudding on her head.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!" the girls laughed.
Ippin started singing, "Uh-oh, you must’ve done it once more, you fell on your butt, got pudding on your head, oh baby, baby, you really look like a dunce, ‘cause it came from aboooove, you’re not that careful!"
Even Oola laughed at that.
