Okay, this is another little story I wrote while in one of my "moods..." i.e. it is very strange and weird because I myself am strange and weird...and there's nothing wrong with that, is there? I mean, if you're afraid of me, you should be afraid of Amberlin, too - she's just as whacked as I am!

So, well - this story is about Zoisite, and has an alternate title of "Last Chance." Because that's what it is...a very last chance. For Zoisite, at least. This is based on the fact that I believe we all have a chance to turn around before we screw everything up for the last time...

This is set in the episode where Zoisite almost gets the last nijizuishou - but lovely little Tuxedo Kamen "borrows" it for a bit...

I stared after the idiot for only a moment, before yelling at the baka capeboy to stop, and racing after him. Calling for the youma that the fat cat had produced, I ignored the idiotic Senshi behind me. I never had any patience or tolerance for those little girls. They were under-trained, and probably the most annoying creatures ever created - especially that whining cry baby, Sailor Moon...

Concentrating on my quarry, I moved stealthily forward, not really stopping to think on any kind of plan other than do whatever it took. Of course, Kunzite-sama had always warned me against such actions, but then, I never had been one to listen to people. Not even my beloved Kunzite-sama.

I fought first, thought last. It had always been my way, and always will be, I suppose. Of course, physical confrontations have never been a favourite of mine...but give me a reason, no matter how petty, and I'm in like you wouldn't believe.

I never have been one to meld into a crowd, yet I decided for an odd reason not to draw attention to myself in the busy Tokyo street. Deep inside a crowd of people, I stood in amongst a waiting group. All waiting to cross the street, and I stood there, impatiently tapping my foot. Restless to a fold, I ignored the protests from the surrounding people, and pushed through them to cross the street purposefully and quickly.

As I made to step off the kerb, a strong hand wrapped long fingers around my shoulder, and tightened considerably. Before I even realised it was happening, I was yanked back rather severely, just in time to see a large inter-city bus whoosh by my prone body, two inches from my nose.

Startled into an unusual shock, I stared at the road, my body beginning to tremble oh so slightly. I then abruptly spun around to face the person, whose hand by now had dropped from my shoulder.

I was bewildered to look upon that woman for the first time - I was deeply under the impression that I had seen her somewhere before. Her eyes were the strangest shade I had ever seen - they were red, I could have sworn it...and her hair was a long shower of deep green, some of it pulled back into a bun at the back of her head. She was taller than me by several inches, which immediately made me uneasy around her. People usually accused me of being suspicious of them, but given my height, my physical abilities were easily outdone by anyone even slighter bigger than I was. Therefore, paranoia was my life.

Her smile was only half there - I couldn't even be sure she was smiling, and certainly not at me. Yet, I was the only one in her cerise gaze. I found to my horror I could not look away - and to my even greater dismay, I found I did not want to look away.

"Arigatoo," I stammered out after several seconds of blank staring at the tall, silent woman with the remarkable eyes.

The smile that quirked her lips at that moment scared me terribly - and little truly frightened me. The fear of being alone, the fear of losing the only thing that ever took my loneliness away, no matter how briefly...

"It was my pleasure," she replied softly, her voice husky and deep. It was an almost mesmerising voice, but instinctively, I wanted to pull away from the influence of that particular voice. Listening to people was never a great hobby of mine.

Even though we were surrounded by people on that busy sidewalk, even though capeboy was disappearing into the sunset with my nijizuishou at that particular moment in time, I felt as if there was little else in the universe besides she and I.

Her odd little smile turned almost condescending with her next words. "You should be more careful, however."

I don't know what it was. Any kind of comment along those lines was an insult to me. "Was that meant to be an offensive remark?" I asked coolly, though she could see how livid I was through my blazing eyes. "Because I fully intend to take it as one."

I seemed to amuse her with my childish rage. She reached out a long fingered hand towards my own, still encased in white even though I was dressed in a long black coat, much like your average Mormon.

The touch lasted only a brief second, yet it sent a bolt of electricity shooting up my arm. She took her hand from mine, and smiled lightly. "I haven't got the time to watch over you forever. You'll have to start looking after yourself."

"I haven't needed a babysitter in at least the last year," I replied dryly, even though internally, this woman was making me highly uncomfortable. Those cerise eyes were highly unnerving, and I couldn't help thinking that I had seen them somewhere before.

Without thinking, I said in an almost trembling voice as I gazed into those strangely arresting eyes, "I feel like I know you."

I think she heard the almost child-like wonder in my voice. She half-smiled, and replied softly "I know you." She looked up towards the other road, in precisely the opposite direction to what the esteemed Tuxedo Kamen had taken. Her long dress swayed about her long lithe body as she did so, the black fabric seeming to enhance her overall darkness. She seemed to remind me of someone else - her peculiar aura was surprisingly familiar - but she also seemed a lot darker than whatever it was she reminded me of. Dark may have been an incorrect word. Maybe it was just because she seemed so old, even though she couldn't have been that much older than me. Certainly she was younger than Kunzite-sama, but she had an air of elder wisdom about her...like she had seen much pain and suffering in her life.

She indicated the direction opposite to Tuxedo Kamen's path with a long elegant arm. I had been about to move after capeboy, but her words halted me.

"Not that way - this way."

I stared at he, stunned. This bizarre woman had just saved my life - and I had the overwhelming feeling that she was doing it again.

"N-nanii?" I asked softly, stumbling over the word.

Fortunately for me, the odd woman didn't seem to mind having to repeat herself to me, even though I sensed she had little patience. She inclined her head in the direction she was moving in, her eyes seeming to command me to follow her. "This way."

I nodded slightly to her, echoing the soft command. "This way."

She turned and walked away, her long, dark green hair swinging behind her like a heavy velvet curtain as she almost appeared to glide across the street. I watched her in silent awe for a moment, her regal movement causing her dress to ripple gently like the deepest of oceans. Even though she was turned away, I could still feel her cerise eyes boring into my own verdant, still see her half-hearted smile, still hear her husky drawl.

She had melded so easily into the crowd, like a shadowy angel...like she had not even existed, except for me. I looked after her, undecided for a moment. She had told me to follow her, and it almost seemed to me that she was offering me some kind of peculiar lifeline.

I looked after her path for a moment longer.

I turned around and strode quickly in the direction of that baka capeboy, Tuxedo Kamen.

I never had been one to listen to people.

Heeheehee...so, what do you think, guys? Too queer? Oh well...Celeste had fun doing it...wanna write to me and tell me just what you think of it? Go ahead, I DON'T bite! (Yes, Amberlin is lying - I'll get you for this, my pretty...and your little Aneiron, too!)

Email me at luna_dreamscape@hotmail.com to have a chat - or just direct questions, whatever...I must emphasise the fact that I DO NOT BITE! Geez, Amberlin...spreading rumours like that about me is just mean and rude and nasty...have you never heard a "Sailor Moon Says" segment before?!