Chapter 2: Writing

“Sugoi!” Bright green eyes were staring at a big red sphere, poking it carefully. The Living room was awkwardly empty in the morning, and Mango Kattan, ex general of planet Certa, the Moonlight Alchemist, and wielder of the ultimate weapon of her old planet’s nemesis, was bored and poking a stone with some pocky. Of course, that was short lived as the door opened and a blonde girl walked in, smiling.

“Hey, Mango.” She seemed to smile, and Mango looked up, waving.

“Hey, Q-chan,” She said, and then returned to poking the stone. Quinox laughed a little, then took a seat on her own sofa, stretching out on it. Mango finally picked up the stone and placed it in her pocket. The door opened again, and a long green haired boy who looked almost like a girl walked into the room, his leather two-piece was soaking wet from the rain, and he looked almost like a wet dog. The boy sneezed, and shut the door.

“Hey,” He sneezed again, “…Matsumi.” He muttered, as he scampered into the kitchen trying to get something to warm himself up. Mango looked up, shook her head, and jumped up, leaping to the beanbag chair, scattering herself across it in sheer glee.

“Beanbag!” She cheered, then watched as Quinox seemed to look out the window, a disturbed look in her eyes, “Ne, Q-chan, what’s wrong?”

Sailor Quinox stopped, and looked to Mango, shaking her head, realizing she was in a trance, “Oh, it’s nothing, Mango,” And she looked back out the window.

The door opened again, and this time a man in all black walked in, and Mango sat up.

“Shinji!” Mango waved, watching the green ring around his finger as he removed the black leather bomber jacket. Shinji smiled a little.

“Hey, Mango.” He said simply, and was about to take a seat when the evident sound of a coffee pot falling had come from the kitchen, and Mango sighed.

“Envy’s being clumsy again.” Mango muttered, then stood up, bounding for the kitchen to yell at the homunculus, but almost let out an ear-shattering scream.

Envy had dropped the coffee pot, but that wasn’t what had Mango afraid, it was more the writing on the inside of every open cabinet door.

“I finally found you. You’ve been in my grasp all this time. Don’t forget the contract. Damned forever. You’re all mine…” Shinji seemed to read off, as he had apparently showed up when Mango screamed, “Jeez, someone seems to be happy writing gothic messages on the wall with finger paint.”

“That’s not finger paint,” Envy whispered, “That’s human lives mixed with blood. Someone…” He moved away and immediately ran out of the house. Mango watched him leave, thoroughly confused. Quinox sighed, and muttered something about the winds telling her this already, and she walked away, headed for the soda machine. Mango walked towards the cabinets, and examined each one carefully, finding it odd.

“They’re not philosopher’s stones…”

“Moh…I’m being interrupted from X-chan, this better be good.”

“You’re going to want to see this, Minako,” Quinox seemed to say, and Mango could hear the gasp, cringing.

“My cabarets! My Beautiful cabarets!” Minako paused, “Wait, this isn’t my part of the house. Michi-chan will be mad, though.”

“Cabinets, Minako-chan.” Mango corrected, as she climbed on the counter and continued to examine the red liquid on the cabinets.

“That, too,” Minako pouted, “I ended up stabbing X-chan with more tranq darts that were attached to a boulder by accident, so he can’t see this or help.”

“What about rei.bot?” Shinji asked, “Surely she could help.”

“Or I could help you. After all, I know who’s lives are in that writing,” They all turned to see Setsuna and Mike standing at the door, Mike having his arms wrapped around her.

“Moh…that would work, too.”