Okay, thus far I recieved ONE response on my story, but
continue I shall due to the fact my life is on the line if I
don't.  This story is supposed to be funny,(If slightly grim
in a way I can't help) and not at all a Mamoru-hate stroy,
this is just for fun, I harbor NO ill feelings towards ohers
who may have taken Mamoru's place. (This is directed at my
friends who said Seiya was the coolest the first time they
 ever saw Stars and are now changing their tune.) Hope you enjoy the story.

Title: Let Us Remember...hmm? (Part two)
Author: Enchantress Wyrm (bwendel@svn.net)
Rating: PG to PG-13 for language @$%^$#!
Disclaimer: These things are as trite as writing "Have a great
Summer" in someone's year book.

***On With the Show!***

Mamoru slammed his fist against the wall feeling the shock of
impact all the way down his arm.  He enjoyed the feeling,
he deserved it.  After the way he treated her before was
bad enough, but last night...
He resisted the urge to slam his fist again, knowing the last
thing he needed was irate neighbors beating down his door.
He got his wish.  It wasn't his neighbors who came calling. . .

***Hikawa shrine***

The air crackled with the heat of the fire.  Only minutes
earlier it had crackled with the intense anger that was in
the room.  Rei, Ami, Makoto, and Minako's tempers had been
quieted to a reasonable level.
For the moment.
"I *cannot* believe the audacity of that guy." Ami said. The
others nodded their heads in agreement, even though half
hadn't understood.
"If it was *my* old boyfriend-" Makoto began.
"You'd never recognize him because you are constantly
comparing him to guys who probably don't look a thing like
him."  Minako said practically. "You just like to flaunt the
fact  you've had a boyfriend at all."
Makoto cracked a rueful grin. "Got me there." She said good
naturally, then her expression changed. "But I would *still*
pound him so flat you could cook him as a pancake. 'Cept you
Minako-chan," She said to the blonde. "You'd just burn him to
a little black scrap."
Minako took in the comment with pointed silence.
"Besides," Rei practically growled. "You can't burn bacteria like *him*."
Minako and Makoto nodded enthused.
Ami looked doubtful. "I don't know," she said uncertainly.
They all looked at her in shock. She gave a grin to match
Makoto's. "We should support bacteria- they're the only
culture some people have, after all."
Everyone gaped at Ami's joke. "That's the clincher," Rei said.
They looked at her. "We officially have to do something drastic
when even Ami is calling for blood."
Ami tinged slightly, but nodded her head vigorously.
Minako got a wicked grin. "Hey, gather round," She motioned
the girls in closer. "I have an idea. . ."

*** Mamoru's apartment***

He tried to concentrate on the words in the book he was
reading, but they eluded his grasp as his vision blurred in
what he refused to identify as tears.  He didn't deserve to
cry over what an idiot he'd been to the angel he would never
see again.  The Irony gods were having a field day with this one.
His thoughts were crashed by the sounds of his doorbell.  He
just prayed to whatever deity that might still pity him that it
wasn't Usagi as he reached for the knob.
He opened the door to something completly unexpected.
Four steaming, barely controlled, angry, to say the least, senshi.
'This is what I get for falling in love with a girl who has strong
female warriors as friends.' Maybe there was still an out for him.
"I'm sorry, I don't buy Girl Scout cookies." He commented lamely,
refusing to open the door all the way.
"You'd be getting *Sailor senshi* cookies if we hadn't promised
our estimed leader we wouldn't fry you then and there." Rei
growled. He'd seriously pissed off the senshi of fire and soul
with that one.
"Well, it is hard for me to tell if you're Girl Scouts or not," he
said casually, wondering what the hell he was doing here. "I mean,
with the outfits and all." 'I am a dead man.' Mamoru's thought
informed him.
Makoto sneered. "You need proffessional phyciatric help, Mamoru."
she practically spat.
"I didn't know there was ametuer physciatric help, Makoto."
He replied as calmly as he could.
"Cut the crap." Ami said bluntly. Everyone gaped. "Let us in, or
will just kill you now and deal with the consequences later."
Mamoru stood aside in shock to allow through the determined
warriors, and one very baffled looking Ami.

That's it for now, hope you like it. E-mail: hopefully the word is
no stranger to you. It would be to me, if it not for mars04
(What else  am I supposed to call you?).  Many thanks also to
Sailor Lyra who taught me how to submit a story in the first place!
Enchantress Wyrm
^_~