Title: Of Devil Teachers and Moon Princesses Part 2
Author: Dark Day For Anime (Mark A Page)
Email: ayanami@merlin.net.au
ICQ: 9845111
IRC: DDFA on DALnet and Austnet, Nueno_M on EFnet
Fic Rating: PG (low-level violence)


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Kono yoni wa meni wa miemai yami no juunin tachi ga iru...
yatsura wa toki toshite kiba o muki kimi tachi o osotte kuru...
kare wa...sonna yatsura kara kimi tachi o mamoru tame
jigouku no soko kara yatte kita--seihi no shisha--nano kamo shirenai


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OF DEVIL TEACHERS AND MOON PRINCESSES
a Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon/Jigouku Sensei Nube Crossover
by Dark Day for Anime

Both BSSM and JSN are owned by the people and companies who created
them.  I'm just using them for purposes benign.  (And if you believe
that, you'll believe anything ^_^)

Part Two
Devil Detection, Devil Detention


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	"Now my stomach is starting to hurt....  I wish he'd never 
taken that gluttony spirit away from meeee...."

	Luna sighed, rather more loudly than she wanted to, but she 
saw no other avenue of expressing her feelings to Usagi, who was 
lying, face forward on her bed, hugging her pillow.  "Honestly,
Usagi....  If you're THAT concerned about this strange, new teacher,
wouldn't it be a good idea to check him out at his home address...."
She paused.  "As Sailormoon, of course."

	"Oh, of course."  Usagi clenched her pillow more tightly.  "I
don't really know.  It's silly of me to feel this way about someone 
I barely know....  And he IS so good looking...."  Usagi turned, 
lying flat on her back.  "Anyway, he dosses out in a room at the 
school....  Sort of an unpaid caretaker, if you will.  He rarely 
goes back to his apartment.  At least, that's what this Miki girl
told Minako."

	"Even better."  Luna paced the floor.  "There isn't likely to
be anyone to disturb you, then, is there?"

	"But what if he DOES turn out to be some kind of evil 
monster?"  Usagi sat up.  "What if he is too strong for me?  I 
mean..."  Usagi paused, then threw her hands and legs in the air, 
falling back against the bed.  "Oh, you KNOW what I mean."

	"Yes.  You're a coward."  Luna smiled, deviously.

	"Am not."

	"Chicken."  Luna teased, Usagi tossed her pillow at the cat,
but Luna was too quick, jumping aside.

	"I am NOT scared.  At least, I don't THINK I should be scared.
He seemed really nice, and all...."

	"Past enemies have also pretended to be nice."  Luna jumped up
onto the bed and walked up onto Usagi's front, staring her in the 
face.  "Or have you forgotten?"

	"No, I haven't forgotten.  But for some reason, I just don't 
WANT to find something wrong with Nube."

	"Nube?"  Luna frowned.

	"Nueno-sensei.  It's the nickname his old students gave him,
and it's stuck ever since....  Everyone in the school calls him 
that."  Usagi sighed.  "Let's face it, if he has THAT many admirers
amongst students, past and present, there can't be anything wrong 
with him, can there."

	"There is nothing as seductive as evil, Usagi."  Luna settled
down on Usagi's front.  "That is one of its greatest powers....  The
ability to seduce the subconscious.  You really begin to LIKE evil
without knowing it."


	Usagi's expression became solemn.  "He'd be in the school, 
now."  She stared out of her bedroom window at the dark night sky.  
"It's such a big, lonely place at this time of the night.  I'd never
be able to stay there without feeling freaked.  All those dark, 
empty corridors....  I wonder what he sees in it...."

	"A perfect place to perform nasty rituals and deeds without
anyone knowing."  Luna pressed her nose into Usagi's face.  "Now,
are you going to check up on him, or should I add a few notches in
your face?"


	Usagi nodded, mutely.

----o

	Meanwhile, within the dark and eerie depths of Juuban High
School, an evil ceremony was underway, commonly referred to as the
drinking of tea.

	"Ah, that's better."  Nube put down his cup on the small 
Japanese table and turned to the television.  "Funny..."  He pointed
at the screen for the benefit of his two students.  "I thought I saw
that woman earlier today...."

	"Kanzaki Natako?"  Hiroshi leaned across the table, attempting
to grab a handful of potato chips from a bowl.  His efforts were 
immediately stopped by a rap over the back of the hand from Nube's
other student, Kyoko.  "Ow!  What was that for?"  He turned to 
Kyoko, holding his hand.  The girl stuck her tongue out at him.

	"You're always hogging the food.  Learn some self-control."

	"But I'm hungry...."  Hiroshi whined.  Nube turned and 
contemplated the odd pair.  Hiroshi was a thin, athletic sort with
short-cut dark hair and a permanent expression of hyperactivity.  
Kyoko had light, strawberry-blond hair, tied up in a pair of 
ponytails that dangled over the floor when she was sitting.  She was
pretty, but rather thin and small.  The pair had been Nube's 
students since before they had entered junior high, and he had done
everything in his power to keep watch over them, since they had the
unerring tendency to be the target for any spirit that cared to 
exist, as well as having learnt some of his skills as an exorcist.
He'd placed a lot of capital in their upbringing.

	"Kyoko is right, you know."  Nube smiled as he grabbed himself
a handful of the chips.  Kyoko sat, open-mouthed as he packed them 
in with almost no thought.

	"She's always having a go at me.  Especially of late."  
Hiroshi huffed.  "She keeps telling me I'm getting fat."

	"Well you are."  Kyoko ground her teeth together.  "The ratio
between how much you're eating and how much you can work off is 
starting to become rather unbalanced."

	"Is not.  I'm a growing boy."  Hiroshi put his arms behind his
head and lay back on the padded floor of the small room that Nube 
called his own.  "This isn't as good as the last place, Nube.  I 
think this school is going cheap on you."

	"It's the best they could do."  Nube said, after swallowing
the mouthful of chips.  "At such short notice, of course.  Besides,
I think it's rather comfortable."

	"You have strange tastes."  Hiroshi smiled.  Nube shrugged and
leaned over to Hiroshi, picking up the gluttony spirit that was 
sitting on his back, much to Hiroshi's surprise and consternation.
"What the hell?"

	"Ah, it's this one....  I was wondering where it might get 
to."  Nube wagged his finger at the near-invisible spirit.  "I 
thought I told you the last time....  Stop hitching rides on 
peoples' backs."  He let the spirit go, which moped its way through
the ceiling.

	"What was THAT all about?"  Hiroshi slammed his hands on the
table.  "How on Earth did I end up being possessed without my 
knowledge?"

	"That's the point of possession, isn't it?"  Kyoko asked, 
wryly.  "Otherwise, what would be the point?"

	Hiroshi sat back down, folding his hands in his lap.  "You 
should know.  You've had a lot of experience."  Kyoko stuck her 
tongue out at him, again.

	"I pulled that one off the back of one of your fellow 
students, earlier today.  Miss Tsukino, I think her name was...."
Hiroshi and Kyoko stared at Nube, then burst out laughing.  "What's
so funny?"

	"Don't you know?"  Kyoko put a hand to her mouth.

	"Know what?"

	"Tsukino Usagi is a legend in this school.  She holds the 
record for the biggest lunch consumed in the shortest period of time
in all of Tokyo."  Hiroshi clapped his hands together.  "Ah well, I
had a feeling she was being bolstered by an outside source."

	Nube sighed.  "Well, now I know how it feels to have killed a
legend."  He crossed his arms.

	"So, anyway...."  Hiroshi picked up his cup of tea, staring
blankly into the light yellow-green liquid.  "Are you going to tell
us why you invited us to share tea with you, this evening?"

	Nube nodded.  "It's about Tsukino Usagi.  In fact, it's about
her and her close group if friends.  What do you know about them?"

	Kyoko blinked, and looked in the air, thoughtfully.  "Well, if
you'd wanted all the gossip, it might have been better to call in 
Miki, rather than us."

	"No criticism of Miki's information-gathering talents...."  
Nube paused.  "....But she has not always proven the most reliable
source of information."

	"Well, they're a pretty active crowd in this school.  There's
Aino Minako....  The girl Miki has fallen in with.  She's pretty 
good at sports and such, although not all that smart.  Putty in 
Miki's hands, I say."  Kyoko rubbed her chin.

	"Yes....  I know which one you mean....  The blond with the
ribbon in her hair....  She spent most of her time, in our 
encounter, trying to crack onto me."  Nube cleared his throat at the
expressions on the faces of his students.  "The girl couldn't help 
it.  She had a lust spirit riding on her shoulders....  Mind you, I
couldn't say that in front of her friends.  She'd have never 
forgiven me, I'm sure."

	"Yeah, and I bet it made you feel young, again."  Hiroshi 
giggled like an idiot, stopping only when Kyoko bopped him one over
the head.

	"So what are you going to do?  Just leave the thing on her?"
Kyoko huffed.  "She'll be doing all the boys in the gym changerooms,
next thing you know."  She turned back to Hiroshi.  "Don't you get
any ideas."

	"I didn't say a thing."  Hiroshi rubbed his head.

	"You didn't need to.  I saw you eyeing her out the other day.
You men are incorrigible."

	Nube shook his head.  "Rest assured, Kyoko, I'll deal with the
thing in time."  He took another sip of his tea.  "So, what about 
the others?"

	"Well, there's the big one....  Kino Makoto....  She's kinduva
mixed up chick....  She doesn't know whether to be into sports or 
into Home Ec...."  Hiroshi reached forward, this time managing to 
get his pound of flesh in potato chips.  "She's also kinda mean, if
ya not careful....  I saw her beating up some gangsters, who'd been
hanging around the school gates.  They didn't come back."

	"Mako-chan is not mean."  Kyoko crossed her arms.  "You boys
always say she's mean and nasty.  She's a nice, kind girl 
underneath."

	"You didn't see what she did to those guys.  Man, was she fast
with the old fist and foot...."  Hiroshi stuffed the chips into his
mouth, much to Kyoko's disdain.

	"Hmph...."  She changed the subject.  "There's also Mizuno 
Ami.  She's the quiet, smart one."

	"Too smart if you ask me."  Hiroshi grinned, teeth full of 
half-chewed chips.  Kyoko cringed.

	"Eewww....  Don't do that."  Kyoko put up her arms, like a 
shield.

	"What about the dark-haired girl?"  Nube placed his cup gently
on the table.  Both his students looked at him, blankly.

	"Dunno....  Not seen one hanging around with them in the 
school."  Hiroshi frowned.  "No, waitaminute....  I do remember 
there being some student from another school....  A friend of theirs
for a few years now...."

	"Ah, yeah....  The Priestess at the Hikawa Shrine."  Kyoko 
snapped her fingers.  "Apart from that, I don't know anything about
her."

	"Seen her, now and again....  Usually waiting for them at the 
gate, or in the coffee shops in the main street...."  Hiroshi 
sniffed.  "Why do you want to know all this, anyway?"


	"I've been feeling strange emanations from those girls, ever
since I was transferred to this school...."  Nube's heavy, black 
eyebrows lowered over his sharp eyes, deep in thought.  "At first I
thought they might carry some kind of psychic powers, like you guys
have, now and again....  But it seemed more than that....  Then just
the other day, I felt something.... dark.... trailing them wherever
they went.  Not all the time, of course, mostly when they were out 
of school....  But I've been following them, with a little help from
a friend, of course."

	"Who?"  Hiroshi and Kyoko asked in unison.  The question was
answered in seconds, as a young-looking blue haired woman, dressed 
in an old-style light kimono, came flying through the outer wall of 
the room, like a ghost, wrapping her arms around Nube's neck.

	"Nuuuubeee-chaaaaan."  The woman pecked Nube on the cheek, 
turning him into a shivering, freezing wreck.

	"Yukime....  Remember...  Be careful...  Will freeze me..."  
He stammered through chattering teeth.  Yukime smiled and let him
go, producing a bottle of sake and some instant cup ramen from 
wherever ice spirits keep their belongings in storage.

	"It's not much, but I thought we could liven things up with 
this, ne, Nube-chan?"  She waved the sake in front of Nube's face,
rubbing up against him.

	"Aheh....  ahehehehehehe....  Yukime....  We're in the 
presence of my students."  Nube blushed beetroot red.  Yukime gave
Hiroshi and Kyoko a cursory glance, still smiling.

	"Well, they can join us.  The more the merrier, eh?"


	Hiroshi and Kyoko sweatdropped, laughing nervously.

----o

	Sailormoon stood alone, outside the front gates of Juuban High
School, feeling, basically, very stupid for allowing Luna to 
threaten her into something she saw as unnecessary.  Luna sat atop 
the school wall, checking out the grounds.  "I can see a light in 
one of the windows.  That shall be his abode."

	"Well, of COURSE it will be his... abode.  It stands to 
reason, doesn't it?  I mean, the only other lights are the damn 
security lights, so by a process of elimination...."

	"Sailormoon!"  Luna barked, turning to her.  "There is no need
to be facetious."

	"Whatever that means."  Sailormoon strode up to the partially-
open front gates.  "He must have visitors, tonight.  Usually he 
shuts the gates until 7am...."

	"Comrades in arms, maybe..."  Luna crouched, spotting 
something in the grounds.  "Shh...."

	"What is it?"

	"I can see someone, running towards the main building."  Luna
paced herself along the wall, slowly.  "Someone wearing what looks 
like a ninja outfit...."

	"Ninja?"  Sailormoon felt her knees knocking together.  "I 
don't like this game, anymore....  Can I go home, now?"

	"But he might be an enemy."

	"That's what I'm afraid of."

	Luna rolled her eyes, collapsing on her side.  "Why do I even
bother?"

	"PUT YOUR HANDS UP, NOW!"  The sudden, unexpected voice caused
Sailormoon to leap a good two feet in the air, twirl around and face
the young woman holding what looked like a bamboo gun.  Luna got to
her feet, as if about to pounce on the newcomer, but she was wise to 
the move.  "Don't even think about it, talking cat.  You're dealing
with a professional, here...."

	The young woman was wearing a rather revealing sailorfuku, 
altogether inappropriate for someone her age.  She had to have been 
in her late teens, if not early twenties....  She had long black 
hair, with a reddish tinge, and an attractive, mischievous face.  
Sailormoon put up her hands looking from side to side, nervously.

	"Are you talking to me?"

	"Who else would I be talking to, Sailormoon?"  The girl 
sneered.  "Don't you move an inch, you foul miscreant."

	"Foul what?"  Sailormoon scratched her head, nonplused.  
"Anyway, who are you?"

	"Who am I?"  The young woman looked shocked.  "You pretend
not to know who I am?"

	"No actually....  I really don't know who you are."  
Sailormoon sweatdropped as the young woman fell to the ground in
disbelief.  She  quickly stood again, ranging up on her quarry.

	"My name is Hazuki Izuna, professional Oni Hunter.  Surely,
even you, Sailormoon, have heard of me."

	"No....  I can't say I have.  What's with the outfit?"  
Sailormoon pointed at Izuna's sailorfuku.  Izuna replied with a
dubious stare.

	"You ask ME what's with the outfit?  Can you get those wings
any bigger, girl?"  She held the bamboo-gun in Sailormoon's face.
"I was told, by my employers, that something big was going down at
this school.  I didn't imagine I'd catch the likes of you, here."  
She ran a hand through her long hair, casually.  "So, what evil 
deeds are you planning to commit against the innocent students of
this establishment?"

	"I'm not planning any evil deeds.  I'm here to check something
out."  Sailormoon peered nervously down the barrel of the bamboo, 
not really understanding what such a device could actually do to 
her.  Izuna looked down at the bamboo, then slung it over her 
shoulder, smiling.

	"Ah well....  I suppose I'll have to let you go.  See, I can 
be a merciful individual when I want to be."  She sniffed.

	"Sailormoon...."  Luna said in a strangulated screech.  "I can
see the figure in the school grounds, again.  He's moving from the 
main building to the one where the teacher is staying...."

	"Figure?  In the grounds of the school?"  Izuna put her hands
on her hips.  "Just what kind of figure might this be, eh?"

	"It's nothing to do with you."  Luna snarled.  "This is for
REAL crimefighters.  Not two-bit operators like you."

	"What did you say?"  Izuna clawed her hands, as if preparing
to leap on Luna.  Sailormoon patted her on the shoulder.

	"She pisses you off, too?  Join the club, girlie.  She's been
doing it to me for years."  Getting behind Izuna, Sailormoon pushed
her towards the gate.

	"Sailormoon!  What are you doing?"

	"I'm letting a REAL crimefighter deal with the problem.  I'm
going home.  I'm starting to feel hungry, again."

	"Oh no....  You're not going anywhere..."  Izuna spun and 
gripped the front of Sailormoon's fuku.  "It's nice to see you admit
to my greatness....  But I'm going to need some kind of backup in 
there....  Even if half of what you do is nothing more than hocus-
pocus."

	"Hocus-pocus?"  Sailormoon huffed.  "Let me tell you, girl, 
I've busted more monsters than you've taken breaths.  If it's anyone
who needs the 'backup', it'll be me!"  And with that, Sailormoon 
started to march through the gap in the gate.

	Izuna was fuming.  "You think I'm going to let you get away 
with insulting me like that?  I bet that's a monster in there, 
waiting for some unwitting fool, like you, to march in and give it
their soul."  Izuna followed her through the gate.


	Luna had her paws over her eyes in the most extreme case of 
embarrassment she'd faced in a very long time....

----o

	"Nube...."  Hiroshi turned to the door of the room, frowning.
"Do you hear something?"

	"Not right at the moment, Hiroshi....  I'm a little 
distracted."  Nube smiled with embarrassment as Yukime poured him a
cupful of sake, giggling inanely with his hand behind his head."

	"It sounds like a couple of women arguing."  Hiroshi was 
insistent.  Kyoko shrugged, trying not to look at Nube and Yukime's
performance.

	"Must be the television."

	"It's not the tv....  The sound's turned down."  Hiroshi got 
to his feet, stepping over to the door.  Kyoko did likewise, 
brushing down her top.

	"That's a good idea.  It's time we got home, anyway."  She 
stepped past Hiroshi, looking over her shoulder at Nube.  "See you
tomorrow, Nube.  If you're capable of facing class."  She continued 
on into the darkness of the hallway.

	"Kyoko....  Wait a minute....  There's...."  Hiroshi held out 
his hand, but it was too late.  The figure he had seen in the corner
of his eye had rushed through, grabbed Kyoko and made good his 
escape, down the hallway.  Kyoko's cry of surprise rang through the
room.

	Nube jumped to his feet.  "KYOKO!"  Jumping over the table, to
Yukime's chagrin, he ran through the doorway, past Hiroshi, coming 
to a sliding stop as he saw Kyoko's stunned face disappearing 
through the far doorway.  "It's him....  He's part of the dark 
energies I've been sensing."  He turned to Hiroshi and Yukime, who 
had now joined them at the doorway, brushing down her crumpled 
kimono.  "But....  This is not right.  There is something odd 
happening, here."

	"Listen, are we going to help Kyoko, or are we going to stand
here and do nothing?"  Hiroshi was on his toes, holding up his 
fists, dramatically.  Nube nodded.

	"Hiroshi, come with me.  Yukime, see if you can spot him from
above the school."

	"Ah well....  Guess the party's over already."  Yukime waved a
hand and floated up through the ceiling as Nube and Hiroshi made 
their way down the hallway.

----o

	Within her bedroom at the Hikawa Shrine, Rei did her best to 
get some sleep.  Tossing and turning under the covers, she could 
feel the base sheet digging into her back, sweat oozing out of every
pore, nerves jangling like a cacophony of bells.  It was all too 
much....  She was never going to relax like this.

	She threw off the covers and sat up, rubbing her forehead with
a hand.  The feelings of the past day had not gone away.  Indeed, 
it felt as if they were getting stronger....  That something was 
approaching her at this very moment....  Even moreso, she could feel
multiple points of danger, for people she cared for.  But the 
principal emotion was danger to herself, and she didn't like that 
feeling one bit.

	She took a breath and decided to call on Usagi.  It wasn't too
late, as yet....  She was sure she'd still be up, wasting her time
reading manga or something like that....  Rei sighed.  It was times
like this that she really understood the nature of the relationship
they shared....  It's depth, on an emotional scale.

	She stood up from her bed and stretched.  Then she froze.  She
could hear a noise, from just outside her door.  Footsteps.  Slow,
deliberate footsteps, pacing their way along the outside verandah.

	Almost instinctively, she reached for her henshin pen, sitting
just underneath her pillow.  A sickening sense of fear and 
anticipation overwhelmed her as she lifted it up, wondering how 
quietly she could get away with changing herself into Sailormars.  
She'd never tried whispering a henshin before.  She'd never needed
to, of course, but this time, it seemed important.

	Holding the pen aloft, her voice was barely audible over a 
soft gust of wind, blowing through the eaves.  "Mars.... Planet....
Power....  Make...Up...."  Much to her surprise, it worked.  Even
moreso, the entire henshin was completely silent.  Who said these
damn pens weren't semi-intelligent?


	She could now hear fingers, searching for the handle groove to
slide open the door.  Swallowing, she tiptoed up to the wall beside 
the door, so as to not make any racket with her stilettos, and 
pressed her back against it, clenching her hands in readiness.

	And she waited.

	And waited.  And waited.  It was as if the person outside was
lingering, not really WANTING to open the door.  Sailormars took a 
deep breath, feeling irritated now, as well as tense.  What did this
person think they were up to?


	Before she knew what was happening, a pair of hands were 
thrust through the wall on either side of her, one clasping a moist
rag over her mouth, the other gripping her by the throat.  She took 
a sharp intake of breath, then....

	Nothing.


END OF PART 2


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Next Chapter - "Decoys and Darkness"


Notes

Ken Arromdee (arromdee@inetnow.net), the keeper of the SM FAQ (I do 
believe), wrote to the Pretty Soldier SM Mailing List about one of 
the statements made in the first chapter of this story, as uttered 
by Ami, thusly....

----o

On Thu, 4 Mar 1999, Mark Page wrote:
> 	"We've never fought oni before....  Or even met up with a 
> single ghost or some such spirit....

Except for that water spirit/hot springs episode, and except for the 
haunted house episode (the one not dubbed).

----o

To which I replied....

----o

afaik (that I've been told, anyway) neither instance was a case of a 
"true" ghost or spirit, merely something that appeared to be so.  
And anyway, Ami is the kind of person who would rationalise such 
events as having some logical, scientific origin.

----o

I had taken it for granted that these events had been rationalised 
by the producers of SM as products not of the spiritual world, and
therefore surmised that, at no stage had any of the Sailorsenshi 
actually come face to face with a "real" ghost.

I use the term in inverts because many of the villains and even the
senshi, themselves, have appeared as spirit beings during the course
of the program's history, as well as the fact that almost everything
of Rei's spiritual beliefs rely on the existence of oni and rei (no
pun intended).

If anyone has any thoughts on this matter, please feel free to
contact me at my home address of ayanami@merlin.net.au, or at the 
address below.

P.S.....  If you can, please avoid the following address....  What
lies beyond is more horrible than one could even begin to imagine.
But if you're curious....

http://homepages.infoseek.com/~chocoboat/sumo.html

Don't say I didn't warn you.

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VERSION 1.0 - Friday, 5th March 1999