If you were to try to find Ami Mizuno in a library, good luck to you. Even if you knew she was there you would typically have either a really difficult time or the easiest time in the world. Either she would have so many piles of books surrounding her that you couldn’t hope to miss her, or she would have just a single book and would be sitting very still, reading so quietly that you couldn’t find her if you sat down next to her. So still she might have been mistaken for furniture. Her only movements and the only noise she would make were breathing, blinking and occasionally turning the page. So people ignored her, let her get on with reading, and that was the way she (normally) liked it.
Odd thing about Ami’s reading habit, though. She only really needed a second to look at the entire contents of a page to commit it to memory, yet she would dwell on each page for several minutes at a time. For what purpose this inefficiency from the genius? Well, most people simply read a book whole mouthfuls of words at a time. They rapidly digest the information within and then move on to the next mouthful once they have swallowed the previous set. Ami didn’t read like this. Instead, she took on each word at a time. One at a time. She would consider its context, much the same way anyone else would, but also pondered upon other matters. Why that word? Would a different word be better in its place? How many times had she encountered that word so far within this particular body of text? This chapter? This page? This paragraph? Only once she had analysed the word in as many directions as possible would she move on, and only once she had done so for each word would she take a bigger mouthful at a time to consider the fuller context of each word. Would a different metaphor work better, perhaps a simile instead (or vice versa)? What emotions was the author attempting to convey and did they succeed in their task? Within the greater context of the work, was this sentence truly necessary or would another suit better? What if the order of the words were changed just <i>so</i>? Again, every angle and perception was considered for each word, each sentence, each paragraph and each page within the book. This is the level of difference between Ami’s level of genius and a more normal person and this was what Ami did for fun in her spare time.
“Ami?” a familiar voice called, breaking her free from considering a fascinating juxtaposition regarding an artificial intelligence’s initial response to a human’s questions that she wasn’t entirely certain whether or not the author intended. “Well, well. I haven’t seen you around for a while!”
It was a bit of a strange event for her to be interrupted while reading. As stated previously, nobody seemed to notice her and that was actually rather the way Ami preferred matters. Except for an emergency, of course. In front of her was a girl with a rather tight-fitting blue jumper and a rather short denim skirt. The cute ensemble was offset by some rather thick blue-rimmed glasses, which were pretty much the only clue Ami could grasp hold of for an identity.
“Aoi Kawaguchi,” Ami carefully said. “Yes, I remember. They used to call us the ‘true finalists’ for any inter-school chess competition within Tokyo.”
“And the nickname mutated into ‘gemini geniuses’ when we took on the national stage,” Aoi said with an uncharacteristic smile. Strange. The girl Ami knew used to take things so very seriously. It never really seemed to her as though she particularly enjoyed chess as a game, more saw it as a challenge to overcome. It was as though this were an entirely different person altogether, calmer, more collected and far more outgoing. By most measures the girl was a genius, but considered by many to be the second smartest girl in Japan. Ami honestly felt quite badly for her, as it probably made her a little bitter.
“But you haven’t been showing up to many tournaments lately,” Aoi said, planting herself right next to Ami. “Getting a little bored with winning all the time?”
Actually, she had been rather preoccupied being a superhero. But she could hardly say that aloud. “I’ve made some friends,” she said. “I decided it would be more worthwhile spending time with them to broaden my experience.”
“Same here,” Aoi stretched out. “But I have still been able to attend chess tournaments. You really are the only competition worth beating, you know? Always thought of you as my rival.”
“Well… I suppose we could always play an informal game for once,” Ami said, but her voice drifted off as she noticed something a little strange. At first she hadn’t really thought anything of it, but while she was talking with Aoi she saw a student quite literally walk up to a desk and start to frantically read through a physics textbook in a method indicating 1: He was going to take a test soon and 2: He was probably going to fail that test. Then he fell asleep without any warning, right there on the desk. While a library assistant Ami had never seen before was lingering around.
Youma. It was a youma draining energy from the students desperate to pass their exams! This was a bad situation. Ami needed to get rid of Aoi so that she could become Sailor Mercury, call in the others and put a stop to the situation. Immediately.
“Ah!” Aoi gasped all of a sudden. “I’m sorry, I just remembered! I have to meet up with my friends. We’ll talk more later!”
… How convenient. “Alright, Aoi! I’m looking forward to -”
“Pardon me,” the library assistant said, rapidly seizing both girls by the arms. “Why are you in such a hurry to leave? Wouldn’t you rather stick around a while to read some more? I’m sure you have some exams to pass…”
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It was just another peaceful, bright day at the Hikawa Shrine. On first appearances it might seem as though Rei was merely sweeping the grounds to keep them clean, but this mundane task had a deeper meaning to it. You see, Rei wasn’t merely sweeping the ground. She was meditating as well. It was such a simple action that required no real focus on what you were doing, you could almost do it automatically. But not quite. That was the key element to it. A mundane simple task that anyone could do, but you could easily mess it up if you weren’t paying attention. Wouldn’t want to sweep it directly onto someone’s feet, would you? The dirt has to go somewhere. It was a balancing act. Keep the mind focused on the dull, peaceful task at hand, keep it from wandering too far to maintain mental discipline. This discipline could then be used to -
Suddenly, she sensed something. An unfamiliar supernatural presence! Here, at the shrine! Rei discreetly reached into her robes, tugged out an ofuda, whirled around - And found an ofuda being pressed against her forehead at the same time she pressed one against someone else’s!
“Yow!” both girls yelped as cleansing energy poured through them both. Rei staggered back, ripped the offending ofuda from her forehead and stared at the newcomer, who was doing much the same as herself.
It was a girl wearing a bright red hoodie and tight light red jeans that were a little bit scuffed up. Not exactly the type you’d think could effectively create a purifying spell, but it took all sorts. Latent talent in a civilian? Or perhaps something else entirely…?
“Hmph!” the other girl sniffed. “Sorry. I thought I sensed something a bit off. It was just a careless priestess with a happy trigger finger. Nothing to worry about at all!”
Said the girl that tagged her with an ofuda at the same time. Still, customer service was a big deal these days and like it or not this was a visitor to the shrine… Therefore… “My apologies,” Rei carefully said. “I also believed that I had sensed an unfamiliar presence. My name is Rei Hino. Welcome to Hikawa Shrine.”
“Akane Himura,” the other girl said. She folded her arms, tapped her foot and looked all around the shrine as though looking very carefully for something. “So. I hear there’s been a whole buncha freaky stuff going on in Juuban lately. Wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”
Ah. And now the pieces were falling into place. A self-styled ghost hunter. The kind of person who typically knew just enough to be especially dangerous to those around them, far more than someone that knew nothing or knew quite a fair amount.
“You are correct,” Rei said, returning to sweeping. “I do not know anything about what you called ‘freaky stuff’. The most our shrine shall content ourselves to deal with are banishing wicked spirits, and even then only on request of the property owner.”
“Oh?” Akane said, suddenly popping up right in between Rei and the broomstick, prompting her to take a shocked step back. “Then you don’t know anything about that weird bus that people disappeared on after visiting the shrine? That doesn’t ring any bells?”
“It does,” Rei shrugged. “And the people reappeared later on.” Because they had been rescued in part by Rei herself, but don’t let that stop anyone from still blaming them for the disappearances happening in the first place, oh no! “I’m sorry. Whatever you are searching for, I cannot help you.”
“That’s what they always say,” Akane smirked. It made Rei want to roll her eyes, but that would only provoke the girl even more. “But I bet you have to know something about it -”
She fell silent as something rather obviously seized hold of both their attention at once. Another visitor to the shrine discreetly attaching something to the inside of the bell while their attention was on each other. However… It seems as though the girl’s senses were at least attuned enough to notice the blatant spike in unnatural aura, this time absolutely malevolent without question.
“Hey!” Akane yelled, chasing after the man. He turned towards them, pale as a sheet, then dashed off with Akane in hot pursuit. “I caught you in the act! Get back here! Ah, nuts! He got away! Uh… You felt that, right?”
“I did,” Rei reassured her. To anyone else it must’ve looked like she had gone insane and chased after someone for no good reason, but Rei at least knew better. “Stay back! This is my responsibility.”
“No chance!” Akane insisted. “I can help -”
“This is my family’s shrine,” Rei insisted right back, just as hard. “Whatever he did, it is up to me to take care of it.”
That seemed to placate her, though it was obvious she was eager to get her hands dirty. Whatever. Rei could handle it just fine by herself. Bit weird being watched at work by someone else with a magical radar, especially when she wasn’t Sailor Mars, but hey! She could cope.
Or could she? That question sort of crept into Rei’s mind without her even knowing why. Could she handle this by herself? No, don’t be silly. Of course she could. She was almost at the bell. She’d whip out an ofuda, strike it on - Whatever it was - and that would be the end of it…
Except that she didn’t know anything at all about the culprit. They got away. Because while Akane had rushed off to try and grab him, she hadn’t even tried. She could maybe justify it by saying that it was hard to run in these robes, and he immediately went for the stairs… But those were just excuses. She hadn’t even tried. She hadn’t even -
Rei slumped against the bell. Weird. Why did she think she could do this by herself again? She was so useless, so weak and lazy. No self worth at all. If she just lay here and stayed for the rest of her life, she’d be much more use to everyone…
“Great!” she heard Akane say. “It’s a damned pride leech! Again! Wonderful, just what I needed! Hold on, Rei! I’ll get you out of there in a moment! I’ll find some help!”
Akane ran off, and Rei couldn’t blame her. Who could ever want to be around someone as worthless as her? Why would - Had she said something about a pride leech? Oh! How stupid of her not to notice! Rei frowned and tried to concentrate, but found it difficult because she was so <i>stupid</i> not to spot something obvious like this.
She reached into her robe and pulled out a certain item. She didn’t really feel any more like she deserved it, but… No… Channel that lack of pride into something else. If her own life wasn’t worth saving (and the idea was growing more alien by the minute), then what about other lives? They were infinitely more worthwhile than her own! If they fell into the same trap she had, had their pride sucked away…
“Mars power, make up!”
The flames washed over her, and it was like being reborn! The holy fire of Mars was the perfect purification tool, and it washed away the self doubt building within her mind, allowing her the opportunity to regain a little self control, a little greater composure. By the time her transformation was done, she felt more like her old self again!
“Wicked emotion thief,” Mars began, charging an ofuda in her grip. “Whoever your master is, my divination powers will discover your true identity and then cast you into the flames of Mars!”
“Hold, fiend!” a new voice declared, and Mars spun around to behold… A cheerleader? All dressed in red? “Step away from the bell at O-N-C-E! Red Cheer demands it, right now!”
And suddenly Mars found herself face to face with the enemy. Yes… That made sense, didn’t it? Of course the perpetrator would leave a guard behind, just in case their pride trap was discovered. Strange form for a youma to take, but she was so blatantly magical that anyone could see it. Couldn’t miss it, in point of fact. She backed away from the bell, when she noticed it starting to tug on her pride again… This situation could turn very dangerous if she didn’t handle it properly. Hopefully the others would notice and she wouldn’t have to wait long for backup… But that may be the pride being sucked out making her think she couldn’t handle this herself!
Time to give this red cheerleader youma hell!
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You know what? It’s a bit of a relief to get stuff back to normal for once. There they were, Midori Mori and her gang, standing in front of a rebuilt arcade. Midori rolled a lollipop around in her mouth and allowed herself a smirk. “Good seeing the place up and running again,” she said, and behind her the gang erupted into jubilant cheers. “Pipe down, you rowdy bunch! Wanna get us all banned before we even set foot in the place?!”
Midori chuckled when the boys piped down. It was kinda funny the way things had turned out. Look at her right now. She looked every bit the image of a stereotypical tough girl. Acted like it too. But she and her gang weren’t the sort to start fights. Never were. They ended them. Then on top of that it turns out she’s Green Cheer, and that the green cheerleader outfit fits her as naturally as a glove. Wouldn’t think it would, but life was full of surprises…
<i>“Remember, Midori. Never use what I’m teaching you to hurt others. Only use it to protect them.”</i>
Ugh! That memory again! She really should get over that guy; she’ll never track him down at this point. No telling where he wound up going! Focus on the here and now, don’t dwell on the damned past so damn much!
They entered the building and descended upon the machines like hungry locusts. The place had been trashed during the event in which she discovered she was Green Cheer, but now it had been rebuilt better than ever! So many new games to guzzle up their change, she could hardly wait to give ‘em a bit of feeding! Especially since she’d heard they had a brand new version of Mega Ultra Doom Fighter Omega Versus Mode!
“Hang on, isn’t that…?”
It surely was. The lollipop very nearly dropped right outta her mouth, but there was no mistaking it. There was a girl sitting at one of the machines racking up a ridiculous score on the very fighting game she meant to play herself. Her opponent sitting opposite was sweating bullets, but she didn’t look like she was even trying too hard. This was a local legend. A tall, busty chick with brown hair tied back into a ponytail, projects an aura that she could kick not only your ass, but the ass of the ten guys you brought with you.
Well, well, well! How downright fascinating. Midori was never the type to ignore opportunity knocking so damn blatantly. Her opponent practically exploded from their seat at the moment of loss as though the last blow had reached across realities to physically land on her personally, and in spite of the overly dramatic collapse from the drama queen Midori calmly took her place while her gang gawked in disbelief.
“B-But Midori! You can’t challenge her! What if she -”
“Relax, dumbass! She ain’t gonna do nothing!” Midori said. “Ain’t that right, Miss Toughest Thing Alive in Juuban?”
“… I don’t start fights,” Makoto said carefully, eyeing up Midori’s gang. Appraising their threat levels, or just trying to work out if they were planning on starting something? Who knows with someone like this. Legends rarely live up to the hype. “I’m just here to play.”
“Snap,” Midori replied. Yeah, just as she thought. Local legends had a bit of a way of getting all twisted up. This chick was probably just like her group, and then things got a little bit hectic. “What brings you all the way out here? Ain’t this a little bit of a wander for you?”
“I came for other business, but had a few hours to kill,” Makoto said. Midori could see there was a bag. A big bag. Huh. So was that where that smell was coming from? Smelled like baked goods. Great. Now she was starting to feel peckish. “Are you playing, or talking?”
“Playing,” Midori said, slotting in her change to activate her console. “Better warn you, I tend to play to win.”
Makoto didn’t reply, but then again she didn’t need to. Girl was sharper than a knife, had reflexes like a cat and an innate combat ability that transferred perfectly into the game. This level of skill was above anything Midori had faced in years, if ever! It was like she had a sorta sixth sense for what she was gonna try, landing a blow was like trying to grab a falling stick of butter and dodging the hits was like dodging raindrops from the sky. All too soon Midori’s life bar plummeted to zero, while Makoto’s was still three quarters full.
“Round one to me,” Makoto said. “Better luck next round. I play to win as well, and I’m no slouch.”
But the thing about Midori was, she was hardly any kinda slouch either. Once she knew she was gonna lose that first round, she’d stopped trying to win and instead focused on testing out the limits of her opponent’s ability. All about observation, know how your opponent is likely to try to attack you and you can figure ‘em out before they can even land a blow. And if you can get hold of that -
“And round two to me,” Midori said with a smirk. Around her, the gang exploded into jubilant cheers. “Deciding round. Let’s see who the real tough chick is around these parts!”
The third round began, and in that moment a whole new legend was born. Midori could practically see the history books being written about it, or maybe a little more realistically the members of her gang bragging about it to anyone without enough sense to shut ‘em up. It was astounding. Neither of them could even land a blow on one another anymore. Every combo they tried, every trick, every bluff, every trap they laid failed completely to connect. It was uncanny. The kinda thing you’d practically have to co-ordinate to make happen, but they were actually honestly trying to hit each other and completely missing everything! She tried a jump kick, found it blocked. Makoto tried a fireball, it got slid under. Then Makoto would jump over her sliding kick, and then time ran out before either of them could land a blow! Both with full life bars, dead equal!
Sudden death round. The silence in the arcade spoke volumes. Everyone was stunned beyond measure, and who could blame ’em? Midori sure felt shocked to her core! She was sweating bullets now. No wonder this chick was so feared. This level of skill, even trying to face up to it was just exhausting! In fact, it made her want to yawn and stretch and maybe fall asleep and -
And her instincts as Green Cheer started to scream at her. As Green Cheer, her emotion of choice was “Calm”, which meant that now she was thinking about it, this level of calm ain’t natural. Not a bit of it. Knowing her gang, they shoulda been rowdy and cheering her on. Not hushed into silence. This wasn’t right. This ain’t right at all!
“I’m afraid I’ll have to forfeit,” Makoto said, rising from her console moments before Midori could do exactly the same. Her eyes scanned the room, and Midori tried to stand up, but found herself just so <i>tired</i>. Like she was being drained of all her energy by an unknown force, but that shouldn’t be possible ’cause the Cheer Champions couldn’t have their emotions drained… Unless it was something else? “Something has just grabbed hold of my attention and I have to -”
“Yeah,” Midori mumbled through a yawn, somehow forcing herself back onto her feet. “It’s a bit too quiet in here just now, ain’t it?” Sure enough… There was a certain look in her gang’s eyes. You could sorta see it if you knew what to look for. The sorta zombified, not in control of their faculties look. Aw, hell! The two of them were surrounded! She had to transform into Green Cheer, stat! She could use her pompoms to send ’em back to sleep, then beat the crap outta whatever was responsible!
Except she could hardly do that in front of Makoto, right? Secret identity and all that… Except, now she was thinking, why exactly was Makoto not being affected by this too? Unless… She was collaborating with ’em or something? Midori’s head slumped down towards the screen, and had that freaky spiral pattern always been there right on the edge of her consciousness?
<i>“Grab hold of her,”</i> a voice said in her mind. <i>“Isn’t it strange that she’s unaffected?”</i>
Yeah. Kinda was. Somehow Midori found her way to her feet. Yeah. She should <i>get the interfering bitch before she ruins our plans</i> and <i>figure out why she’s immune to the energy drain</i>. And if that meant turning into Green Cheer to keep her pinned down, since she was such a renowned local legend, well then…
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Imagine there was a room. Okay, that hardly stretches the imagination. Now imagine there were a bunch of girls in the room. Imagine them all sitting around nervously, some pacing up and down the room while others are sitting very, very still. As if they’re waiting for something big, something important, something life changing. Now imagine them with clothes on. And masks over their faces.
This was the room that Hikari Nakano found herself in at the moment. A waiting room for a very strange idol competition. She’d seen it advertised in the paper just an hour before: A “Masked Idol” competition, with the winner being promised a “superhero-themed” idol career by a company that she’d never heard of before, but apparently had a lot of money. As in… A loooot of money. The advert was the most convincing she’d ever seen, and that set off alarm bells pretty much immediately. Why were the others not here as well?
Frankly, because it was tough to imagine any of them going for it. Momo would probably trip, Aoi would stammer every lyric once she was onstage, Akane would call the whole thing stupid, and Midori might start a fight, so she was the very best suited candidate for this ultra-special undercover mission. Besides! It wasn’t as if she couldn’t send an alert if things got a bit hairy. Whoever the baddies were hadn’t even bothered setting up a containment field to prevent communication; probably didn’t even expect they’d need it. She’d soon show them the folly of carelessness!
“Excuse me!” a masked blonde girl said. “You dropped this!”
Hikari stared at the object in the girl’s hand, and quickly rushed the object back into her purse. Oh, boy! She couldn’t transform at all if she didn’t have <b>that</b>! The other girl giggled slightly, and Hikari gave her another look over.
“You know, you’re a dead ringer for Sailor V with that mask on,” Hikari joked.
“You think so?” the girl replied. “Then I guess you should call me V, but I’m nowhere near as pretty as her!”
“Wonder where she disappeared to…” Hikari mused aloud. “Hello V! Call me Y. It’s really weird this, um, anonymity thingy they’re doing. I wonder why they don’t want us knowing each other’s names or faces?”
“Secret identity gimmick,” V sagely said. “If none of us knows who any of the others are, they can build off the mystery to make them more interesting and marketable. At least, that’s the way it was explained to me.”
Hikari nodded, though she wasn’t entirely sure she understood all of that. V probably didn’t either. It was funny. Hikari actually did recognise that tone of voice and the way she was smiling. She was simply repeating words that she’d heard someone else say, and hadn’t even thought about what they meant. Of course, the reason she noticed was because she did it as well.
This impression became much more solid and real as the two of them conversed while others took their turn auditioning. It was really quite amazing, Hikari honestly felt as though she’d met her doppelganger. Their interests, their hobbies, their tastes in just about every topic either of them could think of aligned to an almost frightening degree that she was almost worried this girl couldn’t possibly be real! It was like someone had gone out of their way to create the perfect friend and then stuck a mask on her.
The only thing spoiling her mood was… Her senses as a Cheer Champion were blaring. Everyone around her was practically brimming with hope. Hope that they would win. Hope that they would be better than the others. Hope that this would open career opportunities. And yet… The stage area itself was like a hope reactor. As soon as a girl went behind that door, and as soon as it closed? Complete explosion of hope, like every one of them had just been told they had the voice of god and were a shoe-in to win. That sure tore it. Not a chance were all these girls <b>that</b> good. Not a single stinker with higher expectations than they could deliver on?
“It’s such a shame we can’t both win,” V said. And those simple, kind and genuine words almost broke her heart. She hadn’t come here to win this stupid contest nor make friends. She had come here to save people from getting their emotions drained! “I think we’d make a killer team.”
“Maybe…” Hikari replied. “Um… Hold on. I need to go check out a thing. Be right back!”
Hikari excused herself and rushed off towards the bathroom, then locked the door and looked carefully all around herself. No sign of anyone or anything. Good. In that case… “Yellow Cheer! Hope prevails power up!”
Where once there was a masked hopeful future superhero-themed idol, there now stood a hope-based cheerleader superhero clad in yellow and twirling a yellow ribbon around her body. Yellow Cheer marched towards the window. Locked as expected, and also pretty small. Not a problem! Cheer Champions were naturally limber, and her ribbon - like all of the Cheer Champion’s specialist weapons - was more versatile than it looked. She cracked it like a whip, and the ribbon flowed into the gap like water being poured, and just like that the locked window ceased to be locked. She honestly rather hoped the others never asked about how she’d learned her lockpicking skills; that was a part of her past she’d long since put behind her when she picked up this ribbon… But the skills were certainly still useful!
She crept along the outside of the building towards the office the auditions were being held in, and stopped. She didn’t want to be seen, especially if the admittedly circumstantial evidence turned out to be leading her in the wrong direction… Therefore! Before she charged on in, Yellow Cheer would use her ribbon for a second use: By placing the end of it against the glass, she could hear what was inside the room through the vibrations of the glass passing into the ribbon, passing into her! It would take a great deal of concentration, but -
“Astounding,” one of the men said. “You really do look the part, don’t you! Doesn’t she already look just like a superhero idol?”
“For a fleeting moment, I had thought a genuine hero had rushed into the room to demand we stop our villainous scheme,” another said in a jokey tone. “Bravo, miss! I cannot praise you enough. Everything about you fits our vision already before you have even sung a single note! Your looks, your body language, your confidence, your cutesy appeal…”
“You think so?” V’s voice said, and Yellow’s breath caught in her throat. Oh no! V’s hope was starting to build to unnatural levels, just like she’d been feeling from the other auditioners! “G-Gosh, thank you! That means a lot!”
“I’m sure it does. Of course, you’ll do anything we say to maintain your position as our idol. Won’t you?”
“Of course,” V replied a little bit dreamily. “Anything you say to keep the dream alive.”
“Yes, that’s right. You will keep the dream alive whatever it takes. Even if that includes helping us build hope in others. Even if it means using that hope to turn your devoted fans into your loyal slaves. Our loyal slaves.”
“Uh… Huh…” V replied. Complete mind control here. That was not the tone someone used when in full control over your faculties. “I obey,” V said, and this was fast approaching parody levels of hypnosis, but a technique like this could easily be that effective. “I shall do what you ask.”
Yellow had heard enough. The ribbon was withdrawn and sent through the glass with a terrible shattering sound, sending shards all over the ground and providing the perfect opportunity for a dramatic entrance. “Hold, villains!” she declared while leaping into the room. “Using false hope to gain sway over the masses! This villainy ends here! True hope shall overcome and break your spell!”
“Accursed Cheer Champions!” one of the judges snarled. “Slave! Stop her from meddling! This bitch intends to interfere with your dreams.”
“Language, Master,” V said. She reached into a pocket and pulled out a weird-looking pen. Then, in a void utterly devoid of emotion, declared “Venus power, make up!”
And that was all of her magical senses being overloaded at once, including a few she didn’t even know she had. By the time Yellow was able to overcome this onslaught of emotion, she could feel her wrists being bound by… some sort of heart-shaped chain?
“Interfering in a girl’s dreams of the future?” said the girl in a bright white leotard and a yellow pleated skirt on the other end of the chain. “In the name of Venus, you shall be stopped!”
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Cheer Champions:
Momo Nakahara: Pink Cheer: Love: Baton
Aoi Kawaguchi: Blue Cheer: Calm: Megaphone
Akane Himura: Red Cheer: Passion: Gloves
Midori Mori: Green Cheer: Peaceful Harmony: Pom pom
Hikari Nakano: Yellow Cheer: Hope: Ribbon
- Ami and Aoi are able to slip away from the youma and transform, but figure out each other’s identities pretty quickly anyway. They are both geniuses.
- Mars and Red fight it out until the real emotional vampire returns, and then they double team him.
- Midori becomes Green Cheer and fights Sailor Jupiter, at least until Jupiter shocks her out of the control.
- Yellow vs Venus. Is Venus only pretending to be mind controlled, or is it the real deal?
- Skip to later when the Sailor Scouts and the Cheer Champions have their own meetings about what the hell happened earlier on.
- Something else
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