Sailor Who? steffan I don't own any of these characters. I'm just borrowing them for a bit. Anybody wants to sue me. well, you can't get blood from a turnip. I also don't know if I'm going to do anything more with this, especially since I don't really know enough about the characters involved... But there are definite possibilities here. Anybody who wants to continue or improve on this is free to do so. Sailor Moon sat up and put a hand to her head. It hurt. Her last coherent memory was going up against yet another youma with the rest of the Senshi. then a bright flash, and then... an headache. She opened her eyes. She and the other Senshi were sprawled in an alley. At least they looked like the other Senshi, they were dressed in Sailor fukus, at any rate, and only the Senshi would willingly dress like that. She certainly wouldn't, if she'd had the choice. Someone groaned. She looked around to see Sailor Mars sitting up and holding her head. She blinked. There was something odd about Sailor Mars. The fuku was right, but... that wasn't Rei Hino in Sailor Mars' uniform. It was... "Kuso," someone hissed. Sailor Moon and Mars turned to see Sailor Jupiter staring at them. But it wasn't the Sailor Jupiter that either of them knew, it was.. Blue eyes stared into eyes of blue. "Kuso," Sailor Moon agreed. "We are in definite trouble." The Senshi crept up the alley toward the street. It seemed to be midafternoon and all of them could swear they knew where they were. "I," Sailor Mercury stated, "still wanna know who brought us here and why." She consulted her Mercury Computer. "Especially since there seems to be another Ginzuishou in this city. And it's coming this way. I'll give you three guesses who has it, too." Sailor Pluto smirked. "I'll pass." "Never mind that," Sailor Mars said. "It still bothers _me_ that we make a whole team." She gave Sailor Terra a sidelong glance. "With additions." Terra snorted. "Yeah, right," she said. "_Somebody_ has a really nasty sense of humor." Sailor Moon frowned. "Never mind that just now," she said. "We still need to know where we are." "You're kidding," Sailor Uranus said. "You should know this alley as well as the rest of us. That," she pointed, "is the school, and... Oh, maaaan." She stared at the street. The others turned to look. The Senshi stared at a young couple walking down the street. A girl in the uniform of the local high school, a blue jumper and white blouse, walked on the sidewalk. Her short black hair gleamed in the sunlight and her smile captured the hearts of the watching Senshi. Her companion, who wore a red Chinese shirt and black pants, strolled on top of the fence. His black hair was gathered in a pigtail at the nape of his neck. Unfortunately, as usual, the peaceful scene wasn't meant to last. "RANMA, PREPARE TO DIE!!!" "HALT, FOUL SORCERER!!!" *ding* "AIREN!!!" "SHAMPOO, LET GO OF RANCHAN!! HE'S MY FIANCE, DAMMIT!!" "RANMA NO BAKA!!!" *splash* "Hey, whad'ya do that for??" "PIG-TAILED GODDESS!! I WILL SAVE YOU FROM -urk-" Sailor Uranus gave Sailor Moon a lopsided grin. "That answer your question?" Sailor Moon gave Uranus a sidelong look. "Hey, Terra," Moon said. "What was that you said about somebody with a nasty sense of humor?" "Yeah," Terra said. "I think we should find out who did this and pound them." "Good idea," Moon said. "So do we announce ourselves now or wait?" "I say we wait," Mars said. "Kuno's still out there." "Good point," Uranus said. "SWEETO!" "Happosai," Mars growled. "_Now_ we go out." "Right," Moon said. "Let's go pound the pervert." "Gonna make the speech?" Terra smirked. "She's right, ya know," Uranus smirked. "It's in the contract." Moon sighed and hung her head. "I really really _hate_ this, ya know?" "We know." Bokken, Mallets, Umbrellas, Combat spatulas, Bonbori, Water, And now the old pervert. Ranma's afternoon had started out all right -- for once Akane wasn't mad at him -- but everything else had rapidly gone downhill. What else could go wrong? She was about to punt the Master into Low Earth Orbit when she heard -- her own voice. "STOP!" Ranma-chan turned to look at... herself. Ten times over. Ten... redheads... In... leotards... with... bows... and... ribbons... and... skimpy skirts... and... high heels... and... tiaras... and... Her brain threatened to stop working. "Ranchan? What...?" Ukyo said, lowering her spatula. "Airen...?" Shampoo choked, lowering her bonbori. "Ranma...?" Akane fumbled, lowering her mallet. "Pigtailed girl...?" Kuno mumbled, lowering his bokken. "What the fu...?" Ryouga blurted, lowering his umbrella. At least, Ranma-chan thought numbly, she wasn't alone in her delusions. The redhead dressed like Sailor Moon stepped forward. "Y'know," she said, "we were in a bad mood to begin with, and we don't know how we got here or why. but pounding Happosai is the one thing we all have in common. We are the beautiful sailor-suited warriors for Love and Justice, the Sailor Senshi, and in the name of the Moon, you old fart, we are gonna kick your ass up around your ears!" She grinned at Ranma-chan. "Hey, bro, wanna play skeet-shoot? Toss him over here!" Ranma-chan shook herself and found herself mirroring Sailor Moon's grin. "Hey, old fart, I think they wanna play." She grabbed Happosai by his collar and threw him into the air. Ten voices chorused, "MOKO TAKABISHA!!!" The resulting chi blasts sent Happosai soaring out of sight. I don't know where I got this idea. Might have been all the Ranma/Sailor Moon crossovers and fusions I've been reading on RAAC lately. Some of which, by the way, exhibit professional-quality writing. :) C&C are always welcome. flames are cheerfully ignored.