Disclaimer I don't own Sailor Moon or Titanic. I do own Kayla, and the plot.
A/n: I know what you must be thinking. Another crossover with so many in the works. What is she thinking? Well I write based on inspiration So when it strikes, it strikes. This actually has a timeline in mind for it on the sailor moon end at least. It takes place during the end of stars. Again I'm toying with time and history so yes…. Don't be surprised. That's why its fan fiction. On the Titanic end, this doesn't fallow any movie in particular. I may take quotes here or there or take fictional characters somewhere from any film. While I like James Cameron's 1997 film, it's not the ONLY one out there. And, since I'm not going to include the love story as a focal point between Jack and Rose, no need to fallow it exactly.
Warning Standard warnings apply. I will be using adult material sprinkled throughout the fic. May include, sex, language violence as well as other forms of adult material. Consider this your warning.
Chapter 1
Sweat pored off the faces of the figures as they battled through the night. Women clad in short skirts and sailor style suits danced a dance of death between themselves and dark forces trying to ruin the lives of the people of South Hampton. While many had gone to bed, or spent a good majority of their time drinking themselves into nothingness, the girls continued their epic battle.
"Silver moon crystal power kiss!" echoed through the nearly empty streets, a gold light engulfing a dark figure returning the stolen star seed ending the battle. Oman lad in a skimpy blue white and gold sailor outfit took one white gloved hand and used it to wipe off some of the sweat. She turned to the other women breathing a sigh of relief.
"That sure took longer than expected." She commented. "Things are really starting to become difficult." The commenting at this point had become a full out whine by now.
"We should start thinking about trying to get something to eat, and find somewhere to sleep." Another woman commented, her outfit similar in appearance to the first, but darker blues and purples replaced a majority of the gold and red the other girl had.
"I agree with Onei-sama here." the first woman replied.
"You would." another sighed rubbing her ace. But, you have a point, nothing's going to be accomplished at this point. We should get some sleep. Iron mouse won't do anything more tonight." She had long blond hair, but unlike her two friends, her hair wasn't in an odango style. Instead a red bow held it partly up.
Those were the last words the group spoke before they vanished from the rooftop in which they had been fighting only moments before. The sun would be up shortly, and the search for Iron Mouse would have to continue early in the morning.
The sun rose way to early in the opinion of one young sixteen-year-old girl. She tossed and turned in the bed, trying to return to the land of sleep, despite her roommates attempts to pry her out of bed. The smell of food wafted in causing the girl to drool. "Usagi… time to get up." Entered her semiconscious state.
"pfft… go away…" a voice mumbled in Japanese a pillow coming to rest over a mop of brown hair. "It's too early Minako-chan. I don't want to get up."
"Weather you like it or not, we have to Usagi-chan." Minako insisted prying the pillow from her friend's grip. "We have to take a sweep of the city and make sure Iron Mouse, or one of her 'friends' hasn't set up base here, or have you forgotten our mission?"
"To hell with the fucking mission. I want to sleep damn it. Now get lost." Usagi hissed sitting up to snatch the stolen pillow from her friend's fingers. "Go bother someone else."
Minako rose an eyebrow at her friend's choice of words. Usagi usually didn't resort to such words, but Minako had done the worst thing possible—wake Usagi at sunrise. A crime to end all crimes.—At least in Usagi's personal opinion. And, of course as Moon Princess she insisted her opinion out-ranked anyone else's. She could not be more wrong, but talking to Usagi before breakfast was nearly impossible.
"Fine then." Minako replied deciding the moon rabbit wasn't worth the argument. "Kayla's going to eat the entire breakfast leaving you with nothing."
Usagi shot out of bed a few moments after Minako had left the brown-haired woman to her own devices. She quickly changed into her school uniform tossing her pajamas into her sub-space pocket for safe keeping. The one good thing about being a sailor senshi was the fact she had the ability to keep whatever she wanted on her at all times calling on anything she wanted with nothing more then a simple thought. Such a life. However, now that she had dressed, Usagi realized she had been tricked into getting up early for nothing. Her elder sister, Kayla, was still sleeping and Minako hadn't woken her from her slumbers. However, Minako had ordered in and breakfast was waiting for her. "Why did you get me up and let Kayla sleep in?"
"Because you take too long to get started. We have an entire city to cover, and I would like to get as much accomplished before lunch if possible." Minako countered running a brush through her hair.
"Point taken." Usagi huffed polishing off the breakfast. She was aware some needed to be saved for Kayla, but the older girl would just have to fend for herself. Usagi was none to pleased to be drug up and out of bed early enough to rise with the sun quite literally. However, she had to admit the view from the hotel room was amazing. She could clearly see the docks and the ships. It wasn't the beach, but she could still see the ocean which reminded her so much of home. It also gave her a fair view of the city, and a good look at Titanic sitting and waiting for passengers.
Usagi had to stop and think for a minute. They had not been time hopping. Though at first when the assignment had been handed down that was what it felt like. Galxia, the dark sailor senshi, who had been in search of "true star seeds", had vanished from twenty-first century Tokyo. Her ware about had remained unknown, until a white-haired woman calling herself Iron mouse had been spotted in the past taking star seeds from the humans. That had been what sent them on this wild goose chase in the first place. Usagi hated every living second of that, but she had no other choice. It had been agreed the sailor senshi split up and tend to threats when and where they occoured. So if that meant going back into the past, then that's exactly what they had to o.
Just being in the past itself presented a long list of risks. Every move they made shaped the future. This included their own. Interaction, while impossible to avoid, was advised to be kept to a minimal, and not to stick around long enough to be remembered. Usagi hated this fact, but she hardly listened.
"Usagi time to go." Minako called dawned in her guise as Sailor Venus. Normally she would have chosen less revealing attire for the time period, but with all the fuss surrounding the madin voyage of Titanic departing at Noon, she needed to quickly comb the city. In human form this would be nearly impossible. No, she required the grace and speed her senshi powers afforded her despite the fact it would easily attract attention, very much unwanted attention. However, Minako saw no other choice, urging Usagi to do the same thing.
Usagi looked none too pleased by the suggestion. Her sailor senshi outfit didn't exactly scream subtle either. In fact if Minako stood out as sailor Venus, then as Eternal Sailor Moon Usagi might as well be a walking neon sign. Her outfit had a shorter skirt, three layers of colors in the skirt, starting with a bright gold, flaring out to yellow and blue. She wore more white than most, with a gold brooch in the center of her outfit, and to make things worse her back sported a pair of white useless wings that only slowed her down. She would do better strutting around stark naked with only the wings. Perhaps then she wouldn't stick out like a sore thumb. Maybe she could scan the city and return to the hotel before Minako and spare herself the embarrassment of being laughed at by the masses as they commented on her desired attire choice, or watch as a majority of men tried to advert their eyes from her legs, or very shapely chest. While her chest was covered, it was amplified by the position of the front bow, which drew a lot more attention to it. When fighting Usagi paid no mind to her attire, but walking around she felt like a cheap slut. And, that was back in her own time. Sluts here walked around more dressed than she.
During the patrol of the city, Eternal Sailor Moon had gotten separated from Sailor Venus. Trying to find her way back to the dock, the young moon princess found herself caught in a sea of moter cars, carriages, and people of all shapes and sizes trying to reach their destination or seeing off a loved one. A majority of the crowd swarmed around the Titanic as the final boarding calls were being made and the gang ways had been detached from the ship. Remembering something Minako had said, Sailor Moon raced up the third-class gang way. She had hoped to find her friends somewhere inside. However, once again her lack of attention had ended up being her greatest downfall. She took one leap, and nearly missed.
Sixth officer James Moody had just finished helping with the boarding of third-class passangers, and was preparing to close the door when out of nowhere a woman came running in his general direction. Before he could open his mouth to ask her questions, she had made the leap and missed. Not wanting to risk a possible death, he reached out and pulled the floundering girl on board. "Your name misses?"
Usagi blinked in surprise as she found herself standing on somewhat solid ground. She had apparently managed to make it on board thanks to this handsome stranger who had saved her from an untimely death. She panted trying to refill her lungs from the sprint, barely hearing as she had been asked a question. "Arigatou." She said gratefully.
"Your name miss?" James repeated thinking in the heat of the moment she hadn't heard.
Usagi blinked a second translating his words in her head. Her sister, Kayla, spoke English all of the time around her, but Usagi could barely understand her much less a stranger. "Nani?" she asked.
By this point, James found himself getting slightly annoyed. Did she even understand a word he was saying? Based on the past two failed attempts at getting her name, he would have to assume no. However, he couldn't let the young lady pass without knowing who she was. Based on her manner of dress, he didn't know what to think. He couldn't even determine her social standing, but assumed her to be third-class due to where she had been attempting to board. "May I see your ticket?" He had to at least give it one more shot right?
Sailor Moon blinked a blank expression marring her features for a moment. She just finished translating the question about her name, and now this officer had asked her another question. What did he honestly expect from her? Did he think if he kept asking questions she would eventually understand him? "Sailor Moon." Usagi replied pointing to herself.
Now it was James' turn to look confused. Did this young woman calling herself Sailor Moon expect him to honestly believe that was her given name? "May I see your ticket?" he repeated trying to get somewhere, but so far didn't appear to have any luck.
"Ticket?" Usagi repeated. Of course she would need to have a ticket in order to board. Wait why would she need a ticket if she planned to search the ship and then get right back off?
"Yes miss, I need to see your ticket." James repeated sighing inwardly to himself. They had barely left port and already a passenger was making every effort to stress him out
Usagi yelped as passengers trying to get to their cabins had pushed and bumped her around sending her on a one way trip to the ground. Her rear end was sore and her back would soon be as well. However, she might as well humor the man. Perhaps she would mysteriously have a ticket. Unless a voyage on the grandest ship in the world was not meant to be in her, or her friend's travel plans. Seeing as her attire left no room for pockets, Usagi slipped her hand down her "dress" in hopes of finding a ticket in her sub-space pocket, or bra whichever came first. However, all she could find, an I.D. giving her true human name. Sighing she resigned herself to her fate and presented the card.
"This isn't a ticket." James repeated. "I'm going to have to ask you to come with me if you cannot produce a proper ticket."
Usagi shook in fear. What was she going to do? She could feel the ship moving under her feet, and it didn't take long for her to realize that the ship was leaving port. As this fact hit home, Usagi started to panic. "No, no , no! she started crying, before her words reverted to one real long loud shreek that echoed through the length of the ship. James along with several passangers and crew being forced to cover their ears in a desperate attempt to what remained of their hearing.
"Please miss, calm down." James attempted to call in hopes of getting the woman calling herself Sailor Moon to stop the crying. "I mean you no harm, I only wish to ask you some questions."
Sailor Moon only started crying harder as the reality of her situation sunk in. She couldn't think of a way out, and in the midst of her tears she hadn't realized she had caught a break. No one could approach her in this state, but she had also frozen herself in place with her own fear.
Meanwhile Minako had been searching all over for Usagi waking Kayla to help with the search. When Minako had returned, she half expected Usagi to be waiting in the hotel either trying to order room service or attempting to get back to sleep. The moon princess often did not like waking with the sun, but Minako knew it had to be done. Kayla had no luck in locating Usagi, but her sister's screams had caught her attention.
While Usagi had been too far away, Kayla could feel the emotions her younger sibling gave off from her distressed mind. It was part of a bond the two shared as family. One that would help locate the moon bunny. "Usagi's gone and gotten herself in trouble." Kayla informed the senshi leader. "I can't be certain, but I have a feeling someone is going to go deaf unless Usagi wares herself out first."
Minako nodded. "You don't think she's aboard one of the ships?" the thought occoured to her just then. "I told her we'd search the Titanic before it left port, but I got held up by some idiot and had lost track of Sailor Moon."
"We have to get on that ship." Kayla said. Minako gasped in surprise.
"She wouldn't have?" Minako asked, but one look from the elder moon princess confirmed their worst fears. Usagi had stowed away, and had gotten cot just as they were leaving port. "If she gets caught, the ship's not to far is it?"
"I don't know, with a ship that size…"
Minako nodded as she and Kayla made their way to the Titanic, via the only option open to them. Teleportation. The two senshi had agreed to split up in the event usagi somehow had not managed to get caught, but based on the screeching they could hear, she had and would need her sister and friend to bale her out.
Kayla had landed rather ungracefully in the middle of what appeared to be the first-class lounge area. In front of her was the grand staircase. However, she hadn't the time to admire its butey as people were passing through trying to get to their rooms after standing on the deck waving to loved ones as the ship left South Hampton. This meant Kayla would have to run.
If it was anything Kayla hated more than anything, it was running and hiding. As Sailor Gwaten running was not as difficult, but she would not be able to hold the transformation forever. Her heart thudded loudly in her chest as she had found a hiding space. It was behind some stairs, not the best, but not the worst spot. Titanic sure had a lot of them, so getting out of her hiding spot would be next to impossible. However, she had been left with no other choice.
Feeling a strong sense of weakness overcome her, the elder moon princess pressed her body against the wall allowing her transformation to fade. This left her clad in a T-shirt that read "I don't do mornings", and a pair of jeans. Not exactly early twentieth century clothing for a woman, but it was something that covered her completely. Well save for her shoes, but it didn't matter. At least she wasn't in a pair of shorts.
As Kayla waited for activity to die down she had forgotten one little detail. Her cell phone. It wasn't something she thought much about considering the only people capable of calling her would be her friends, but no one would be stupid enough to attempt that would they? Usagi might, but wait she'd stopped crying. Kayla's phone rang and the only thing she could think was: "Shit".