Hi everyone!!!! Chapter one at your service!!! hehehe.... I want to give a great BIG thanks to everyone emailing me for this story!!! *feedback makes Bethany VERY happy!!* I'm sure it would make Serenity happy too!!! Disclaimer: We do not own Sailor Moon, much to both of our disappointments. If someone would like to sell it to us for about 1.00, we'll be happy to take it... but since that day has yet to come, please don't sue us!! Happy Holidays Minna-chan!!!! ************** Secret Santa Chapter One By: Serenity Raye and Bethany ^_^ Rating: Geeee! ~~~~~~~~~~~ Usagi flew up the stairs and slammed the bedroom door behind her. "HOW?!" she screamed to anyone who might be listening. A groggy voice answered her ranting. "Cut it out, I was taking a nap!" Ignoring the black-blue cat, Usagi continued to pace the room. "This is a joke, yeah...a joke. One of the girls put his name on that paper hoping I'd get it and...and...but they-" "USAGI!!" "This is a joke-a very sick one." "Tsukino Usagi, you better answer me young lady!" "A joke, a joke, a joke, a joke..." she repeated over and over, completely oblivious to the fact that her mother was standing at the door, a death look covering her normal soft features. "Please Luna, tell me this is a joke!" Ikuko paled momentarily. "Usagi, sweetie, your cat can't talk..." "What are you talking about? Of course she--" Usagi looked up and jumped. "Oh, um, I mean...of course she can't....I uh...well hehe..." "Okay, what's the problem? You about knocked the door out of it's frame when you came in," Ikuko pointed out, testing the bedroom door to be sure it was still opening and closeing properly. "I-" Luna looked up at her expectantly. "Well, you see the girls and I decided to do the sercret santa thingy and well, I didn't get the name I was hoping to get...infact I got the worst one in the pile!" Ikuko sighed herself onto the bunny covered bed. This was worse than the morning Usagi woke up with a pimple - she thought wearily. "Okay, sweetie, so who's name did you get?" Usagi took the paper out of her pocket and studied the neatly written name. Deciding she couldn't bring herself to say it, she thrust the paper at her mom and began pacing once more. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to-" "Young lady," a man in a uniform came up and tapped Minako on the shoulder, "This is a place of business, could you please refrain from singing?" Makoto and Minako's faces turned a couple shades of red. "Gomen." Satisfied, and obviously relieved, the man went back to his cashier's job. "The nerve," Makoto spit, watching the man's retreating form, "We were only bringing entertainment to his customers." "Some people don't know good talent when they see it!" Minako retorted, sticking her nose up indginetly. "Talent, funny," a voice to their left commented. Determined not to let anything spoil her day, Minako ignored the man and went back to looking for the perfect present for her friend. Across the mall, in a more secluded part, a tall man was staring intently at a piece of paper in his hand. On it was a small picture of a bunny, smiling widely. Beside it was written 'Usagi.' "How do I get myself into such things?" he asked himself. Sercretly, this was perfect. But we can't let anyone else know that, can we? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Rei sighed and laid back on her bed. "What are you reading Ami-chan?" Ami looked up from her book and neatly folded the page in before closing it. "Actually, since you asked, the reproduction of the tidestial hormones of the-" "Nevermind," Rei deadpaned. Ugh! Can't she do anything but read?! Indifferent to her friends obvisious disgust of human genetics, Ami re-opened her book and tried to find her place; failing miseribly. Sighing, she closed it for a second time and brought out a small piece of paper. "Who did you get?" Rei asked, suddenly very interested in what Ami was doing. Ami closed her palm over the paper, "None of your business!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mamoru looked longingly at the paper in his hands. What do you get an angel for Christmas? What would she like? Sullenly, Mamoru remembered that no matter how much he had grown to love his odango atama, he didn't know alot about her. Of course, there was the infactuation with the rabbits. He smiled at this - it suits her. So now we're back to square one, what to get her? The paper in his hands burned slightly at the thought. What if he bought her something, and she didn't like it? What then? He'd surely never have a chance with her then! His mind scanned back over the events of today -- the *fast* events of today. One second he was going over to tease odango so he could see her beautiful face flush in anger, then he was looking at a paper with her name, indicating he was to buy her a gift for his least favorite holiday of the year. What else? Then it hit him -- snow; she wanted it to snow for Christmas. "Oh Kami-sama, how am I going to pull that one off?!" He didn't have time to speculate on it, however. An all too familiar tingleing grew at the base of his neck, telling him to hurry and transform before the job took over for him. "You'd think after all this time that this wouldn't have to be so damned painful," he mumbled, hiding in a alley way. By the time he arrived at Tokyo Gardens, the fight was full blown and almost over. He watched Sailor Moon bravely stare the youma down, trying to place her actions just right - so that it would be 'moon dust' without much effort. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "...and then it hit me - ahhh - we don't stand a chance of actually getting the person we wanted too," Minako, or better yet, Venus said to Jupiter while running from the current youma. "Well, *I* got who I wanted - SUPREME THUNDER!! - so I'm happy." Mercury shook her head slightly. "Could you two hush long enough to dust this?!" Mars glared at the two senshi from across the park path, "FIRE SOUL!" "Yeah, yeah... we hear ya Mercury. So how do you suggest we go about this?" Jupiter asked, coming up beside the blue clad senshi with the mini- computer. Sailor Moon ducked from the sprinting arm of the green, ooze covered, youma. "A little help here?!" The familiar sound of a single rose embedding itself in the ground, caused Sailor Moon to look up to the heavens, a familiar black and red cape flowing in the cool wind. "TUXEDO KAMEN-SAMA!!" The other senshi looked up slightly, bored with the everyday appearance of Sailor Moon's crush. "Okay, now that she's safe for the moment, what were you saying Mercury?" Mars asked, eyeing Tux out of the corner of her eye. Mercury cleared her throat, indicating that she was fixing to go into great detail. Venus unconsciencely rolled her eyes. "If we denigrate at once from a equitable 45 degree angle at precisely the correct moment; the synthesized constrain will allow Sailor Moon the needed interval to terminate the organism," Mercury concluded. Silence. . . . Blank stares. . . . Blowing out *extremely* frusterated air, Mercury put her computer away in a huff. "Just surround and attack at the same time from 45 degree angles. And for Kami's sake; BUY A DICTONARY!!" Silence. Then at once, "Ohhhh..." Mercury let her attention faulter for a second - the wrong second. What is so wrong about knowing so much? she thought dejectedly. Oh, I don't know... about fifteen feet; maybe more - away from the not- paying-attention-for-once-in-her-life Sailor Mercury, was a youma. Now, we're not talking about just ANY youma. We're talking about those ugly things that Beryl had a thing for. Tall - fourteen feet or so, with long ooz covered arms that were coming dangerously close to said Sailor Mercury. "Oh Kami-sama..!" was the muffled reply when all at once the youma ran at her, intending on attacking her - and Tuxedo Kamen managed to pull her up from the rooted spot she stood at and jump off to safty. After be placed down on solid ground again, Mercury stared straight forward, noting that the youma had tripped (pulling a Usagi), and the senshi, taking full advantage of the fact, dusted it on the spot. "Sailor Mercury, Mercury!" a voice drifted into her mind. She looked up to see the famous Tuxedo Kamen standing with hands crossed over his chest. "H...hai?" "I was wondering if I could have a moment with you?" he asked. Looking around quickly, she decided that she owed him that much for just saving her life. "Of course," she replied, trying to act in controll. Following him deeper into the trees surrounding nearby the fight scene, Mercury nervously watched the man before her. What could he want? With her of all people? "Sailor Mercury, I have a favor to ask of you..." he began in a hushed voice. It was a drastic change from the loud thundering voice he used in battles. She stared at him. Deciding to continue before he lost his nerve, Mamoru - or Tuxedo Kamen, gathered together the words he wanted to say in his head, and prayed with all his might they came out smooth and true. "I have need for your powers," so far so good - he congradulated himself, "a friend has asked me to make contact with you to see if you could produce snow." SNOW?!?! Of all the lame-brain things that had crossed Mercury's mind as to WHY the great Tuxedo Kamen wanted to talk to *her*... SNOW had not been one of the things. "Ano?" "I - umm, my friend needs to you produce snow... on Christmas." Oh yeah, this was one of the most weirdest things EVER to cross her path. Why would he want snow? For Christmas? Can I actually do it? her mind asked. And there was her answer... for surely you didn't think that the great genus of ice and wisdom could pass up a chance for an experiment, did ya? "I don't know if its possible... but I'll give it a shot..." she stumbled, the calculations running through her head like flashes of light. He took her gloved hands lightly. "Arigato Mercury-san, arigato." With that said, he leaped off the ground and into a near-by tree. "Meet me at the park Christmas Eve night around ten!" he called and was gone.