Story: Hentai Crystal

 

While Libra was having a bit of an existential crisis, Sailors Neptune and Uranus were trailing after Superhero to find out more about what was going on around here. Did either of them trust her? Fuck, no. Her appearance was way too convenient, and these two were, quite frankly, a little bit too damned cynical for their own good. You think they're going to believe a damn word about this weirdo claiming to be a superhero that they'd never heard of without at least checking things out first? Then you do not know them very well, do you?

"Ah, if the situation is as serious as you say, should we really be stopping like this?" Uranus asked, while Superhero was helping a cat down from a tree, and then immediately helping an old woman cross the street.

"I understand your concerns, citizen!" Superhero replied. "However, the needs of the people are paramount! Our job should not merely be to protect them, but also to serve as an example of how to be better people!"

"Right, of course," Neptune said. Then, quieter to her girlfriend, she whispered "She has a really nice butt don't you think?"

"I'm more distracted by her thighs, myself!" Uranus whispered back. "Is it weird that we're both completely alright with the other checking her out?"

"Absolutely," Neptune replied. "Something feels amiss. Namely, the fact that does not feel amiss. I think something is messing with our perception of reality, but doesn't have a full hold on it - yet."

That matched Uranus's view on it as well. Not to mention that there were other things worrying her. Like Neptune's breasts. She was already quite familiar with them as it was, and they were... bigger. Not by much, but definitely bigger. What did Superhero have to do with that? And, for that matter, the whole thing about her being called Superhero in the first place was quite irksome.

"Go forth, good citizen, and do right by society!" Superhero called out. "If you see someone in harm, do right by them! Mean them no harm, save to protect yourselves and others!"

There was a sickening sincerity to what she was saying here. She really and truly seemed to believe in what she was saying, which - weirdly - made her somehow less trustworthy. The two of them had already made up their minds: For now, they would follow along with Superhero and figure out what she was about. They would not align with her. Not yet. Not until they knew more.

"Thank you for being patient while I sorted out the affairs of the citizens," Superhero saluted, while hovering in the air. That's a handy ability, flight. "Now then, I have to ask - do you have any other allies we could recruit for this venture?"

The two of them looked to one another. Neptune considered this matter with care. "We should bring in Sailor Pluto. Do you think Saturn will be alright?"

"She has been itching to go on more adventures with us," Uranus said. "Very well. I shall call them in. Can you please brief Neptune on the situation while I get in touch with them?"

"Very well, good friend! A most efficient usage of time and energy!" Superhero said. There it was. That annoying sincerity that set up all sorts of trust issues. Uranus slunk off to pull out her communicator, leaving Neptune alone with her. "So, I shall now go into greater detail about who I am and what my mission is! Are you prepared, Sailor Neptune?"

"Quite so," she smiled at the strange girl. "I'm quite the avid listener."

"Well, to begin with, Libra -"

Neptune put a finger to her lips. "I don't want to hear about Libra," she said, her voice like a gentle whisper on the beach as the tide was coming in. "I want to hear about you. I've never heard of you before, after all - Who is 'Superhero' and why do you have such a generic name?"

"Excellent question!" Superhero said. "I am... the physical embodiment of Superheroes! Incarnate in the flesh. Pleasure to meet you."

Alright. That was... quite the claim. Neptune tilted her head, the breeze catching her seafoam hair. “Incarnate in the flesh,” she repeated, voice smooth but edged with curiosity. “That’s quite the elevator pitch. Are you saying you represent every superhero ever created?”

Superhero grinned, striking a pose that would make Tuxedo Mask blush. “Exactly! I’m the archetype. The cape, the code, the catchphrases. Truth, justice, and dramatic entrances.”

Neptune’s eyes narrowed slightly. “And what brings the embodiment of comic book heroism to Tokyo? Oh, pardon me - I phrased that poorly. Of course, I know all about Libra, you've already mentioned that demon causing trouble. What I mean is - how did you come to exist, if you're not a literal person?”

"I am a literal person!" Superhero nodded, quite unhelpfully. "But I think I see your point! Very good question, it shows keen interest in what's going on! No doubt, that brilliant and beautiful brain of yours is already planning on how to make the best use of this information for the betterment of all!"

Right, of course it was, and not because she was suspicious of you at all. Neptune simply smiled at her.

"In truth, I work for the forces of Order," Superhero said. "We are the embodiment of those that oppose chaos and hence evil in all its forms, giving structure and meaning to the lives of mortals all over the world! That is what Libra, the sinful, lustful, lascivious demon intends to overturn, by any means necessary - including the corruption of your allies, the Inner Sailor Scouts."

"Is that so...?" Neptune wondered aloud. "Oh dear, this is quite a bit more serious than I had initially believed. Yes, it really is for the best that we've contacted our friends, Sailor Pluto and Sailor Saturn. I'm sure they will be here promptly."

Superhero clapped her hands once, the sound oddly resonant. “Excellent! The more Senshi, the better. Libra’s influence spreads like ink in water—beautiful, but dangerous. He’s already begun whispering to those with doubts in their hearts.”

Neptune’s smile remained, but her gaze sharpened. “Whispers,” she echoed softly. “A curious choice of word. Not attacks. Not corruption. Whispers.”

“Oh yes!” Superhero beamed. “Libra doesn’t need brute force. He sows uncertainty. He makes people question what’s right. That’s why Order must stand firm—unyielding, absolute.”

Neptune tilted her head, as if admiring a painting she didn’t quite trust. “Absolute order,” she mused. “That sounds rather... brittle. And what happens when mortals resist this structure you speak of?”

Superhero blinked, then shrugged with a smile. “They’re guided. Corrected. Sometimes removed, if they threaten the balance. It’s all for the greater good, of course.”

Neptune’s fingers curled slightly at her side, the ocean breeze now feeling colder. “Of course,” she said, voice like silk over steel. “Then we must act quickly. The Inner Scouts are strong, but their hearts are young. Vulnerable.”

Superhero nodded solemnly, unaware of the undercurrent. “That’s why I’m here. To help. To remind them what heroism truly means.”

Neptune studied her for a long moment. “Then let’s hope your version of heroism is one they recognize.”

Fascinating. She was a 'true believer' in the cause. From the way she'd described it, the problems were rather obvious to Sailor Neptune - but she seemed totally and completely sincere in believing that they were, without question, the 'good guys'. It was, therefore, entirely possible that this mysterious 'Libra' might well not be quite as bad as it first seemed...

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It must have seemed a little surreal for anyone seeing Sailor Uranus lurking on a rooftop pulling out her communicator as she looked down at the city below. Things seemed a little strange down there. Now that she was looking at something other than Michiru's tits, Michiru's ass, Michiru's legs... Or, for that matter, Superhero's butt or thighs or whatever.

Was it her imagination, or were a whole lot of girls out there being pretty horny out there? Not just girls either, come to think of it. By which she meant, the girls were kinda grinding up on the guys, hugging onto them all flirtatiously, but it wasn't even just them. Mostly them, yeah sure, but there were a few others who were, you know, being really weirdly flirty right now?

<i>"Hello Uranus"</i> Setsuna said. <i>"It's not like you to call like this."</i>

"Hey, listen, can you check something out for us?" Uranus asked. "First up - being calling itself Libra. Secondly, we ran into some weirdo calling herself 'Superhero' and she's acting like some comic book character from America."

There was a beat of silence at the other end of the line.

<i>"I'll do that - but if this turns out to be some sort of weird and out of character practical joke...?"</i>

"Tsk, you think we'd joke about something like that?" Uranus asked, rolling her eyes. "Anyway, our instincts are saying something really weird is going on, so when you're done researching bring that hot little butt of yours down here, and while you're at it you'd better bring Saturn as well. Just in case."

Another beat of silence followed.

<i>"Did you drink? You know you shouldn't drink and Sailor."</i>

"I'm not drunk!" Uranus said. "Urgh, am I acting weird? I think something's trying to mess with us. Actually, that's kinda the reason I want your hot ass down here, to give us some perceptive."

There was a third beat of silence. Perfectly understandable, on the whole.

<i>"Alright, fine. I'll look into it. You're sure you didn't drink anything?"</i>

"I'm sure!" Uranus yelled. "If I was drunk I'd be hitting on you and trying to lure you into a threesome with Michiru."

<i>"I see. We'll talk more later on. Try not to get into trouble before I'm finished."</i>

Click! Before she'd finished. She's the Sailor Senshi of freaking time. If she was really serious, she could've spent a year doing research, then come back in time to this moment and - No, calm down, there are reasons she can't do something like that.